A slumber-less slumber-party
A quick recap from the ending of Tuesday Night Dinner:
Jet had just left Apogee’s room…
A room which had seen two different pairs of ponies engaging in some… SPECIAL interpersonal interactions throughout the afternoon. The latest of these had been a rather passionate session of lavish oral inspections of Apogee’s more… private body parts.
Daisy Cutter, Apogee’s best friend interrupted the session just as it was concluding. She couldn’t help but notice Jet’s spectacular dimensions as she left the room - complaining to her friend that earlier descriptions of the measurements in question were woefully inadequate. Diz’s nerdy and tangent-chasing goofiness led her into a rant about the efficacy of measurement systems to size male genitalia, a rant which was quickly cut off by Apogee who intended to use the time instead to cleverly scheme the erotic entanglement of her father and best friend…
Apogee was deep in thought, speaking aloud as she began to run through multiple possibilities in various anticipated conversations and activities she was planning for Diz and her to execute, all with the goal of getting Diz laid… with Jet Stream, her father, of all ponies.
Daisy put a hoof up against her friend’s snout, cutting her off before she could ramble on regarding her myriad, crazy, scheming plans.
“Hang on Gee, you can’t just brush off the importance of the metric system like that!” Diz grumped, hopping up onto the bed.
Apogee grinned, and cleared her throat. “Heh, I see somepony is feeling a bit better now… getting your heat under control, huh Diz? Don’t think I didn’t notice the swagger in your trot from across the room.”
Apogee waggled her eyebrows mischievously while leaning in close to her friend’s face, “Tell me the truth: was I really that good?”
Daisy’s face quickly became a beet red stuttering mess. She sputtered for a moment, her imagination immediately returning to the tender moments of wild passion that the two had shared less than an hour earlier on the very bed that they were sitting on.
Apogee rolled cutely onto her back, holding her sides as she chuckled, “Hee hee hee Diz! I’m s-sorry… it’s just so much fun to tease you… but damn I guess I really DID give you a good ride!”
Daisy glowered, scrunching her face adorably in frustration at her friend’s teasing, before responding with a huff. “Not as good a ride as your dad just gave you... if the moans I just heard through these walls for the past fifteen minutes is any indication.”
Now it was Apogee’s turn to begin blushing bright red. “Wait… Y-you heard me?”
“P-please daaaaad!” Diz sang out in a falsetto, mimicking the moans she’d heard from Apogee just a few minutes earlier with a derisive snort.
Apogee groaned, grabbing one of her pillows and pulling it over her head while kicking her rear hooves, trying to bury her head in the pillows to erect a physical shield from the embarrassing teasing.
The two fillies sat there for a moment, one pouting with her arms crossed, the other hiding under a pillow in shame, before the ridiculousness of the situation finally caught up with them both and they began to giggle. Giggles quickly turned to laughter, and laughter turned to fully belly-holding chortles.
“S-stop it Diz!” Apogee chuckled, launching the pillow that had been protecting her at her friend, who was currently rolling against the headboard with mirth.
“Hee hee hee… ph-phew… I guess we were both being a bit silly weren’t we?” Diz asked, reaching a hoof up and shifting her glasses to clear away a tear.
“Mmhmm.” Apogee snickered, sitting up, twisting around, then falling backwards next to her friend. Her side brushed Diz, but Apogee just used that as an excuse to snuggle in even closer.
Diz stiffened at the sudden contact. Even after the intimate experience they’d shared earlier that afternoon, it was still difficult for the filly to be so close to her secret crush. It was as if she was worried that her attraction for her best friend could somehow be discerned from the intangible aura of awkwardness she was emitting. Ultimately revealing the depth of affection that she was too terrified to reveal… Despite having already shared such an intimate wild sexual romp.
The scent of sex hung heavily in the air, Daisy could smell the hint of stallion in the atmosphere - her curiosity got the better of her - she had to ask...
“D-did y-you and your dad really… just… b-buck?” The smaller earth-filly asked nervously,
Apogee sighed, wiping some sweat from her brow before shaking her head and grumpily replying. “No. All he did was, uh… kiss me… down there…”
Daisy’s eyes widened, she’d gotten the juicy details from Apogee before about the various wild encounters she’d experience most Tuesday nights, but the wild energy and enthusiasm in Apogee’s retellings during recess in the library always felt a little surreal, impossible even. Sitting next to her on the damp covers of the bed that the two had… fucked on earlier, and which had immediately afterwards been used by Apogee and her dad made the situation so much more real than stories.
So much more… exciting.
“W-wow… what was that like?” DIzz asked, searching her friend’s face.
Apogee sighed, wriggling her shoulders and getting more comfortable on the pillows. “Amazing. I… uh… I came like a broken Cloudsdale rainstorm.” Apogee blushed a bit. It wasn’t her first time describing this sort of thing to her friend, but again, the physical proximity to the location of the act and the short time that had passed since they themselves had been entwined together made everything much more… charged.
Daisy consciously made an effort to shut her open mouth. “W-wow… so he’s… uh… good at that, huh?”
Diz’s question seemed to spark Apogee’s ever present mischievousness, always smouldering just below the surface of her happy enthusiasm. Apogee had almost forgotten about her plans!
The pegasus grinned over at her nervous filly-friend, “YES. He’s the best at it!”
Daisy cocked her head, “I-isn’t he the ONLY stallion you’ve ever had… uh… do THAT to you?”
Apogee blew a raspberry in response, “OK yes. But I'm sure he's better than any other stallion out there! Sue me!”
A braver Diz might have piped up that she was willing to lend her hoof… or more accurately her tongue… in providing another data point for her friend, but instead she simply shrugged.
“Well that settles it then Diz…” Apogee grinned, prodding her friend’s still uniform-clad shoulder, “you’ll just have to experience my stud of a dad for yourself, like we’d originally planned.”
Diz felt her heart rate skyrocket in her chest. She’d forgotten all about the idea, the original harebrained scheme of Apogee’s to somehow get Jet to relieve her of her burning heat symptoms.
“R-really Gee?” Diz asked as her cheeks starting to burn.
Apogee looked at her friend, a smile crossing her face as she shook with excitement and energy. Then she noticed that her friend wasn’t mirroring her anticipation… if anything it looked like poor little Diz was a bit nervous.
“D-diz?” Apogee grabbed her friend’s hoof “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, you know… I’m sorry if sometimes I...”
Diz shook her head and spoke up, cutting her friend off immediately. “N-no… no, it’s just exciting is all… and I get shy.” Diz half-lied to her best friend… Here was her Apogee, her crush, inviting her to join in and be a part of her family’s most intimate secret. There was no way that Diz was going to turn that down. Besides - she was a little curious about Apogee’s father: there was no denying he was a handsome and successful stallion. “Let’s do this.”
Apogee squee’d.
“Girls?” Jet called, walking back into the kitchen, a cardboard box perched on his back, cradled by one of his wings. “Pizza’s here!”
Jet tried his hardest not to blush as his daughter and her friend burst out of the upstairs bedroom, both still wearing those adorably cute school uniforms. He tried not to think about the fact that Apogee's guest, a longtime family friend, had essentially seen Jet’s stallionhood in all it's glory just minutes earlier.
Apogee seemed to be too frustrated to patiently wait for her friend to take the stairs down to the ground floor, instead scooping her friend up under her armpits and carrying her down to the kitchen with a powerful flap of her wings. Jet looked away to avoid looking up Daisy’s skirt as Apogee flew right over top of him and landed at the dinner table.
“Pizza!!!” Apogee cheered, tearing open the box and grabbing a slice before practically smushing it into her face and chomping noisily. Devouring the caloric nightmare that was a pepperoni pizza.
Jet could only shake his head in bemusement while looking over at his daughter’s friend. In contrast to his ill-mannered scion, Diz carefully took three dinner plates out of his kitchen cabinetry, and set them neatly on his tabletop, before passing out some napkins and quietly sitting down.
“Thank you so much for dinner, Mr. Stream, would you like me to cut you a piece?” Diz asked him with a shy smile, pointedly ignoring Apogee’s messy chewing.
‘At least somepony had properly raised their filly.’ Jet thought to himself before replying. “Please Diz, you’re practically family. You can call me Jet! ...and feel free to serve yourself.”
Diz nodded happily and carefully removed a piece, even as Apogee reached over her to snag another slice of delicious cheesy goodness.
“Apogee!” Jet rebuked, unable to hold his tongue any longer. “Mind your manners please!” Apogee simply stared at her father blankly for a moment, a pregnant pause hanging between them in an intense staredown.
Then Apogee belched loudly.
Both Jet and Daisy couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
“Ah… that really hit the spot. Thanks, Dad.” Apogee beamed, pushing back from the table and patting her belly.
“Glad you liked it kiddo, cuz now you can help me clean up.” Jet glared at Apogee then stood up and started to collect the dinner plates.
“Oh, I can do that Mr. Stre-... Jet.” Daisy piped up, reaching out with her hoof, only for Jet to shake his head at her.
“Uh-uh Diz, technically, you are a guest... and Apogee has dodged doing her chores far too many times for me to let her off the hook here.”
Apogee simply stuck her tongue out at her father before collecting the empty pizza box and napkins and crushing and folding them so they could be added to the recycling bin.
“S-so what should I do then?” Daisy asked, her eyes darting over to her friend for guidance.
Apogee hummed and she put a hoof to her chin and looked at the ceiling, as if in thought. “Hmmm, what should we do… I know! Let’s play a game! Dad, will you play a game with Diz and me?”
Jet stiffened, unsure what his daughter was up to. Earlier this evening he had been up to some very… naughty things with her. Suddenly suggesting a game seemed like a trap. Sensing Jet’s hesitation, Apogee quickly turned on her most powerful weapon: her large puppy-dog eyes.
“Puh-leassee Dad?” Apogee tugged at Jet’s wing as he loaded the dishwasher.
‘It’ll just be some board game, or something, right? What harm could there be in that? Jet thought, his will once again succumbing to his daughter’s talent - manipulating him. “Fine, I guess, if you two beautiful fillies don’t mind playing with an old codger like me. What game were you thinking of? Scrabble? Ooh, or my favorite: Monopoly!”
“How about… Twister!?” Apogee shouted, before racing off.
Jet nervously swallowed.
“Right rear-hoof red, Diz” Apogee called out, as she reached up to spin the spinner again.
Apogee’s eyes were glued to the game area in the living room, where they’d moved the coffee table to make room for the Twister mat. She was trying her hardest not to grin as her father glared at her suspiciously. Somehow, her callouts always seemed to be putting Daisy and Jet in the most compromising of positions.
Diz grunted and stuck her tongue between her teeth before reaching out tentatively with one of her hooves, sliding it toward the most accessible red square. This move just so happened to force her into a bridge, her belly pressing up against Jet’s crotch as he stood over her in a more comfortable ‘on-all-fours’ standing position, except with his rear legs criss-crossed. Still, the game scenario had managed to bring the two ponies into some very awkward contact.
‘Celestia damn it!’ Jet thought to himself, as Diz grunted below him to hold her balance. ‘This is so bucked up!’
Jet let out a deep breath, trying to ignore the feel of Diz’s school skirt brushing against his belly button. The warmth and pressure of the panting school-filly supporting his weight combined with the extra-curricular activities that had taken place earlier were coaxing a rather… large reaction from Jet.
‘Thank Luna that my rear-legs are crossed right now.’ Jet thought to himself. His slowly growing stallionhood was already poking out of his sheath. The only thing preventing him from flopping it onto poor little Diz’s uniformed belly was his right leg, thankfully uncomfortably in the way.
“Annnd Dad it’s left rear-hoof BLUE for you.” Apogee announced, before looking down at the spinner, which actually clearly read Yellow front-left. Jet never had a chance.
‘Shit!’ The beleaguered stallion thought while uncrossing his legs. ‘You should stop this right now. Act like a damn grown-up!’ The sweat began to drip from his brow, but he still continued sliding his hoof carefully toward the target on the Twister mat. But a sudden sinking feeling gave him pause: his hardening cock had just reacted to it's sudden freedom by filling and flopping into the space that had just become available to it.
Jet felt the weight of his penis flop down onto the filly’s upturned stomach beneath him. Each throb of his heart was pushing blood into his flesh, lengthening and thickening it. Diz had to feel this, even through the top of her skirt, right? Jet shivered with pleasure, the feel of the rough skirt material was starting to provide him more stimulation.
‘Shit shit shit!’ Jet thought, swallowing nervously at the familiar drooping, unfolding sensation: it was the telltale stretching of his skin as his slick stallion-flesh became more and more exposed to the atmosphere.
Apogee grinned at the pair of ponies in their awkward position. She could see that Diz was blushing heavily as she looked down (up?) at the growing stallion cock under Jet’s belly. Apogee was well familiar with the dark brown staff but seeing it slowly throb to its generous length while resting on her friend’s belly, its fattening head slowly lifting the hem of her school skirt was incredibly hot.
‘Relax, relax, relax, relax….’ Jet chanted in his head, repeating the mantra to prevent his half-erection from getting completely out of control. The floppy mass was threatening to reach levels of rigidity that would be unmistakable to the filly under him. Jet let out a deep sigh, encouraged by the sense that his throbbing excitement was being abated… until he shifted his body. Instantly, the texture of skirt material against his penis replaced with the unmistakable feel of soft fur… he had slipped under Diz’s skirt.
His cock was now resting on Diz’s lower belly.
‘Shit.’
Diz felt her entire face explode with the heat of excited embarrassment. She was trying to tell herself that the heavy mass she was feeling on her tummy… on her teats… was just her imagination. But she knew the truth. Her best friend’s father’s cock had slid up under her skirt, and was now floppily resting on her body.
It was big.
Or at least, it felt big. She couldn’t see anything now except a bulge lifting her skirt where the large dark protuberance had been moments before. Even the semi-erect stallionhood she’d just had was already about the size of her brother’s - the only other penis she had seen with her own eyes… by comparison Jet’s seemed massive… just like her friend had described… and it was still getting bigger!
Diz felt the flesh becoming heavier and larger against her, pressing down as it became thicker and heavier, growing to nestle into the valley between her breast’s soft mounds. Not wanting the flesh to contact her nipples - already starting to perk up for attention themselves - Diz quickly shuffled and tried to shift backwards, which would make the flesh slide up her belly and away from her nethers.
But this motion had a different impact: she immediately felt a different and unexpected mass bump against her inner-thighs: what was that?
‘What is she DOING!?’ Jet panicked. Daisy had just slid underneath him, pushing more of his semi-erect cock under her skirt, and bumping right into his hanging testicles, her earth-filly thighs brushing his swinging balls. Immediately, he felt his cock throb, starting to lengthen once again, extending up Diz’s belly towards her bellybutton, threatening to peek out of the waistband of her skirt.
Diz squeaked in embarrassment, the throbs on her belly were coming faster now and she could not ignore the building heat and weight of the cock growing on top of her. It looked like somepony had tried to hide a thick sausage under her skirt! Though, it was incredibly exciting and exhilarating to know that she could have this effect on a grown-up stallion like Jet - and a little scary too.
“H-hurry up, alr-ready Gee!” Diz squeaked, the fattening flare already starting to lift her skirt’s waistband, giving the filly a glimpse of Jet’s glorious cock.
“Yes, come on Honey! I can’t hold on, here!” Jet growled, sweat pouring from his brow. Hearing Diz speak had given him some reassurance: maybe she was mistaking the press of his stallionhood against her for some other body part? Surely she’d be screaming and escaping right now if she knew he had a half hard erection… well, more like three-quarters at this point… pressing against her?
“OK guys, take it easy… Diz…” Apogee spun the arrow lazily, knowing that wherever it landed would be inconsequential: this was her game. “Ah! Diz, you need to swap your front and rear hooves!”
“W-what!? I didn’t even know that was a possible arrow space!” Diz grunted.
It wasn’t, of course, but Diz knew that Apogee was trying to set up some awkward and erotic positions for her with her dad. While at first she’d been hesitant, mostly going along because of Apogee’s irrefutable enthusiasm and Diz’s secret desire to become closer and more intimate with her best friend… Diz did have to reluctantly admit that she was starting to get turned on. Erotically touching a handsome and older stallion like Jet Stream? One that she’d known and trusted for the past few years? Making him get an erection because of her? A frumpy, chubby, nerdy earth-filly?
It was making Diz feel good about herself, confident… sexy.
She bit her tongue as she considered the twisting movements she would need to take to reverse the positions of her hooves. Essentially, she’d end up simply standing on all fours directly underneath Apogee’s dad. Without thinking about the stallionflesh and where it might end up, Diz began her abrupt, fumbling moves. Like all Twister movements, it was awkward and hilarious. Diz was too focused on avoiding losing her balance and faceplanting - she only barely noticed the shifting and strange feel of the penis against her as she found her new position on the mat.
Jet certainly felt the movement though, and he groaned as he felt various body parts, hairs and clothes brush against him. His body twitched and spasmed slightly as the filly bumped his flesh. And then she was set. Underneath him. As if he was mounting her…
Just like nature would have intended it.
Daisy was now on all fours, her rear hooves and forehooves a bit too close together on the twister pad, causing her to have to lift her rear up into the air. She was still finding her composure, not yet realizing that she had essentially caused her best friend’s father to mount her in a scene that could be right out of one of Apogee’s smutty magazines.
Jet stiffened up in fear, locking his joints as tightly as he could, doing everything possible to lift himself away from the smaller filly underneath him. He was lucky that Diz was so small: Jet was a stallion of average height, but it was still sufficient to just avoid resting his belly on her back.
Diz fit in between his four legs perfectly. Aside from a few awkward brushes of fur against fur here and there, their major source of contact was Diz’s brown tail. The little filly’s tail stood straight upright… or as upright as the thick mop of brown hair could be while stuck underneath another pony: it was currently swishing against Jet’s stomach.
This brought to attention another body part that Jet wanted to avoid pressing against Diz: his cock. By some sheer stroke of luck, instead of being sandwiched between the earth-filly’s bottom and his lower abdomen, his half erect penis hung underneath both of them instead, drooping behind Diz’s butt like a banana, pointing down toward the earth. The angry sausage still threatened to stand tall and proud, but it seemed placated - for the moment.
‘I just have to think calm, unsexy thoughts.’ Jet groaned inwardly, ‘then I’ll slowly retract back up into my sheath, and Daisy will be none the wiser, and I can get out of this.’ Jet took in a deep breath and began an attempt at half-hearted meditation. ‘Relax Jet. Just imagine the mounds of paperwork that await you at the office… or imagine you’re re-assembling an engine… or just think of the terrifying face of Diamond Gavel if you come to her for help with yet another instance of him screwing a filly so hard in her tight little pussy until she could barel-... NO! Focus Jet! Unsexy thoughts, unsexy thoughts!’
Jet knew that, if he failed to control his arousal, the game would certainly be up when Daisy felt him bracketing her from above and below: his penis would usually slap against his own belly when rigid, so he could only imagine how the little filly would react when she was attacked from below by his monstrous snake once it reached full rigidity.
Daisy was having an equally difficult time keeping her composure. Her head was trapped between the muscular forearms of the older stallion. The insides of his strong rear legs just brushed the outside of hers. She was trapped under a prison of stallion muscle and smell - the sweaty musk of Jet Stream’s Twister related exertions saturating her.
‘Ohgosh, ohgosh, ohgosh! He’s mounted on me!’ Her face had turned a brilliant crimson, and her nose was scrunched up as she nearly shook with excitement. ‘A-and I really f-felt… IT… when I was flipping over. This is crazy!’ She tried to take a deep breath and suppress her nervous excitement. ‘You’re reading too much into this Diz, just play the game!’
Diz could feel her little dock flagged up - as if she actually thought Apogee’s dad was going to mount HER! Even more embarrassingly her tail began to wag, despite being pressed into Jet’s underside. ‘Oh Celestia! Control yourself! This is so embarrassing! Please don’t let him notice I’m flagging for him! He could never think of me as anything other than his daughter’s friend. What was I thinking going along with this crazy seduction plan!? Ahhh! Apogee do something!’
“Ahem.”
Diz looked over at her friend, who had just cleared her throat to get her attention. Using only her eyes as a signal, and with the slightest nod of her head, Apogee motioned toward Diz’s rear end. Unable to move or twist around with her hooves rooted in place, Diz ducked her head down to look between her legs. That’s when she saw it. And not just its head. The whole thing.
The long, dark brown shaft was almost frightening in size. It drooped down from Jet in an arc that displayed its impressive heft and fullness. It was easily the width of her hoof… heck maybe even wider than a hoof, especially at the lowest point she could see before it disappeared behind her obstructing teats! That meant the unseen best would be even thicker! And its length! The heavy tube of flash dipped past Jet’s knees, bobbing up and down a few inches from the ground - even with its current arcing angle, it would easily reach to her belly button!
Apogee really hadn’t been exaggerating.
Diz swallowed, as her eyes traced over the meat bouncing underneath her. The mare parts of her mind were activating, compelling her eyes to pour over every bump and curve of dark stallion-flesh, every bulging vein. To drool over the positively terrifying medial ring and the thick ridge of the underside of his flare. To trace her longing gaze over the dome-shaped head and its prominent, tube-like slit.
‘F-f-fuck…’ Diz bit her lip as her body quivered suddenly. She tried as hard as she could to suppress the involuntary shudder and squeak that wanted to escape from her but was only successful in turning the squeak into a muffled whimper - the shudder rippled through her, accumulating in the muscles of her plot. Her biology betrayed her completely, as powerful and pre-programmed muscles around her vagina fired and contracted.
She had just winked.
Hard.
Diz’s head snapped up in absolute embarrassment and she stood stock straight while her fillybits throbbed in and out, once… twice… three times! ‘Oh Celestia, oh Celestia, oh Celestia...no no no no!’ Diz’s thoughts tumbled in her head, as she felt the familiar wetness burbling up on her lower lips, saturating them and her pubic fur. She tightened her muscles as much as she could, hoping she could somehow squeeze the fillycum back into her body… but it was too late.
Drip.
Drip.
Driiiiip.
A few drops of sweet nectar slid off of Diz’s engorged clitoral bud, falling through space… before splattering on the only thing between them and the Twister mat: Jet.
‘Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look! M-maybe it’s just falling to the mat and he won’t notice!’ Diz screamed internally, her eyes locked straight ahead and her mouth stuck in a rigid scrunch of mortified embarrassment as her drips became long, thin, sticky gossamer strands of juice slipping from her pussy.
Jet had been so close to achieving inner nirvana. His mind was reassembling the complicated inner components of a turbo-pump for one of his engines, bolt by bolt. His uncooperative cock was actually starting to soften, reversing its inevitable and disastrous stiffening… Just a little bit more mental mechanical work and he’d be back in his sheath, home free!
Then he felt something strange.
A single spot on his dick suddenly was wetter than the rest. Then it happened again, a little drip and wetness. ‘What is that?’ A few more drops drizzled onto his shaft, now with enough volume to start trickling down his shaft toward the floor.
‘Is that sweat?’ Jet’s brain was struggling to compute how sweat could fall in such a strange pattern, and in such a specific area when it struck him full on. The smell. A rich umami, butter-cream musk that hung in the air like a mist. A smell mixed with the unmistakable pheremones of female arousal. Of a mare ready to rut.
‘D-did sh-she just…’ Jet’s mind paused at the absolute unbelievability of it all. That’s when the slick strand of Diz-juice drizzled over him. ‘Fuck! She did! Diz just came. ON MY DICK.’
His mental control was now gone completely, and the sticky coating trickling down his shaft had an immediate effect on his evolutionarily wired brain: it’s boner time. He was going to be sporting a full erection in moments - there was no way to avoid it!
Jet quickly shifted his right fore-hoof off of its Twister spot, reaching down between his own legs to grip the base of his rapidly hardening cock, now growing heavier and stiffer which each throb of his heart.
‘Fuck, fuck, FUCK!’ Jet wasn’t thinking very clearly. In his mind, his only chance was to lift the whole organ quickly, picking it up and moving it onto Daisy’s back, pinning it between himself and her. Maybe she would mistake it for being some part of his belly? Maybe she wouldn’t really notice the extra weight of erect stallion-flesh propped against her teenage-filly flanks and back? There was a problem though: his rapidly hardening cock wouldn’t have much space to squeeze past the plump little rear of the small earth-filly.
There was no turning back now, though.
Jet flinched as he felt his shaft brush against Diz’s teats, then smear itself against what felt like a burning hot, sopping wet slickness. His face scrunched with nervousness as he realised what it was that he had just done: he’d dragged his cockhead against his daughter’s best friend’s teenage pussy. In the same moment that he realised this, he felt a hot throb against his fattening flare… Diz’s big clit had slid out to kiss his cock’s slit.
‘Holy Celestia! Shit shit shit!’ Jet’s mind raced as his erection grew harder and harder. The lengthening and stiffening penis began to press harder into the filly’s soft folds. It was jamming itself against Diz’s tight opening, the sheer lengthening effect of the blood pumping into his erection threatening to penetrate into the school-filly.
“MMmh!” Diz squeaked, closing her eyes and biting her lip. Was this really happening? Was Jet actually about to… fuck her? “M-Mr. Stream…?” She whispered softly.
But it was not to be. Jet’s big, fat flare… and Diz’s tight, small pussy had saved them.
Though the rigid dome of Jet’s stallion-head had peeked ever so slightly into Diz’s willing folds, the tightness of her vaginal opening and the sheer thickness of the stallion’s flare prevented a penetrative catastrophe.
Jet continued to struggle with his hard phallus, quickly pulling it up and out of the wet groove it had momentarily become jammed in, dragging it over the small spot of flesh between the top of Diz's fillyhood and her tailhole, as he quickly tried to escape to the safe zone of Diz’s back. Diz groaned under the feel of Jet’s pull, shifting her hips involuntarily to try to coax the stallion to return his flare to her pussy. Instead, Jet’s cock continued sliding upwards, pressing against the school filly's tiny, blue ponut.
“Eeep!” Diz squeaked, feeling the heavy, slick heat begin to press into her tight little pucker, threatening to spread her backdoor despite it's clenching nervousness. Was Jet really trying to fuck her… in the ass!?
Diz yelped, starting to lean forward and away from Jet’s accidental threat of anal sex… and lost her balance.
“Woaah! Ahh!”
“Look out!”
“Ooph!”
A tangle of awkward limbs, whipping tails and clattering hooves crashed over the Twister board. Diz had slipped and fallen against Jet’s legs, bringing him teetering and clattering to the floor as well. The two rolled and collapsed into each other, finally coming to rest with Jet sitting on top of the supine filly. Her forelegs were clutched to her chest, pinned beneath the older stallion’s butt. Jet’s rear hooves were planted on either side of the embarrassed Diz’s head.
Diz’s vision was filled with genitals. BIG genitals.
Sitting right on Diz's upper chest were a pair of big egg-shaped balls. Her blushing face showed the nervous excitement she had at the feeling of weight in those two large orbs against her. Even more exciting was the towering stallionly cock towering over her, casting a shadow over her. She watched with a mixture of desire and arousal, as Jet’s throbbing cock started to slightly soften - the distraction of the stunned Jet, the massive pole lost its sky-piercing rigidity, falling like a massive sequoia being felled in the forest, crashing down to the ground.
Right onto Diz’s face.
The big, dark brown stallionhood fell against Diz’s nose and cheek with a wet slap. Diz’s heart thumped with excitement and confusion… she could feel the big, veiny, throbbing, heavy heat right against her cheek fur... she could feel the medial ring resting on her forehead... could feel the shaft and flare resting in her mane like a big, droopy snake of pure stallion-ness.
“Game Over!” Apogee cheered, ecstatic at how things had just turned out. “Diz wins!”
Jet looked down to see his stallionhood laying across DIz’s face. He could sense the little filly’s hot breath and soft facial fur against his penis… could hear her soft pants... could feel the tickle of Diz’s mane against his flare. HIs wings snapped out in shock, and he jumped to his hooves.
“Oh Celestia! I’m sorry Diz! I just fell, are you alright?” He reached down to help her to her hooves but Diz was barely able to meet his eyes as her face burned bright red with the shame of what had just happened. Jet was equally blushing, rubbing the back of his mane with one hoof even as he picked up Diz with the other, staring the bashful filly in her eyes.
Apogee noticed, with dismay, that her father’s stallionhood was rapidly retreating back into his sheath… they’d been so close! She’d have to bring out the big guns.
“OK OK you guys! Next up on the slumber-party checklist: movies!” Apogee cheered, throwing the Twister spinner board over her shoulder with a cavalier frustration. “Diz, you go cook up some popcorn. Dad, get the TV all set up… and I’ll go grab the blanket so we can all snuggle up!”
Jet stammered, but turned to the TV remotes, happy to have a distraction from the intense situation he’d just been in with Diz. “S-sure thing!” He released Diz’s hoof, allowing her to trot off quickly toward the kitchen.
“Perfect…” Apogee purred. “I love snuggling.”
An attractive young pegasus mare pounded on the door to a fortified old house, all its windows boarded up and barbed wire strung out across all of the walls. Her face was anxious and terrified before she began pounding on the front door, begging to be let in. Her skirt and polo shirt were both torn and covered in mud.
“Please! Let me in, there are ZOM-PONIES out here!” She screamed at the door, which finally creaked open.
Three somber looking unicorns stepped out.
“Thank Celestia! I thought you would leave me out here, with the ZOM-PONIES!”
The unicorns trotted around the pegasus. “No, Cute Cower… YOU are the ZOM-PONIES!”
“NO! I… arrrghhhh!” The pegasus screamed as the first unicorn stabbed her with his horn, cutting into her jugular and spurting red arterial blood everywhere, before the other two unicorns closed in to begin stabbing her as well.
“I can’t look!” Apogee squeaked, burying her head into her father’s side. The three movie-watchers, Diz, Apogee and Jet, were sitting on the couch in the luxury penthouse-condo’s living room. Jet was right in the center with a teenage filly sitting on either side of him… pressing into him… a light cotton blanket covered the three of them, a popcorn bowl filled with delicious fluffy goodness sat within reach.
“Diz, feel free to use my dad, too.” Apogee groaned, still burying her face into Jet’s chest.
“N-no I th-think I’m O-” Diz began stuttering nervously, only to be interrupted when the TV showed the gory horror of Cute Cower’s neck being snapped telekinetically, all perfectly timed with a loud kick of horror music. “Ahhh!” Diz cried out, also burying her head into Jet’s chest.
“Sheesh Apogee.” Jet groused, putting his arms on both of the fillies to comfort them. “Why do you pick these super-X rated movies if you get so scared?”
“G-good question.” Diz groaned, only able to peek with one eye at the screen.
“Oh shut it you two. Half the fun is getting totally freaked.” Apogee started to uncurl from her dad’s side, shifting her butt, climbing up onto his right thigh to use it as a perch to watch the movie. “I just love the adrenaline rush, don’t you?”
“No.” Diz responded, still cowering into Jet’s chest, while one of the stallion’s hooves patted the little filly’s head protectively.
“Aww c’mon Diz, stop being a wuss and get up here.” Apogee grabbed her friend by the arm and pulled her up beside her to sit on her father’s opposite leg. Diz tried to resist, but was ultimately forced to shift her butt over and take a seat on Jet’s left thigh. “Besides, the gory bit is over now, see? They’re bringing her body in to study what happens when ponies become zombified.
Jet shifted uncomfortably. It was already a bit awkward when he’d been flanked on either side by two warm, snuggling little fillies, particularly with all of the exciting activities that had been taking place this evening… But now he was dealing with the feel of two tight little teenage butts on his legs and both of them had neglected to ensure that their school skirts remained pulled under their bottoms to provide some sort of separation: he was in direct contact with pert, hot filly-flesh… and with they way they were both straddling his legs, he was sure that some very private bits were in contact with him.
Jet cleared his throat and wiped his brow. He could feel his sheath twitch and stir, but he focused on the movie. As long as he could stay distracted from the writhing little asses planted on him, he could avoid sprouting one of the most disastrous boners of his life.
‘C’mon Jet… just focus… watch the movie… forget about that damp feeling you’re getting on your thigh… just watch the movie!’ Jet pulled his eyes up from the back of Diz’s head to look at the screen.
Two fat black stallion cocks were pumping in and out of a mare’s tailhole and marehood. Grunting and slapping sounds were all that could be heard in the background. A super close-up on the wet connection of flesh made it clear that this was no CG or movie trickery: two actors were fucking the hell out of some mare.
Then the camera panned back to show the full scene.
Better make that THREE actors.
A third stallion was stuffing his more slender cock down the ‘zombified’ Cute Cower’s throat. The mare still had blood stains on her coat but appeared to have been magically healed from the various horn-stabbings from the front door. She was sandwiched between two of the unicorn stallions from the earlier scene: one underneath her and one mounted on top of her. The one below was pistoning into her pussy while the one behind was jackhammering the small pegasus mare’s asshole.
“We have only one chance! If we inject enough foreign biological material into Cute at the same time, it will overload the zombie virus within her and return her to normal!” The stallion at her front exclaimed, his hooves gripping the mare’s head as he thrust his cock into her muzzle.
“If you say so doc.” The unicorn behind Cute Cower grunted before hilting his thick cock into the mare’s asshole.
“We’ll only have one chance at this! We have to synchronize! In five… four…”
“What the hell is this movie Apogee!?” Jet coughed. He felt his heart begin to race and the blood start to rush to his nethers as the camera zoomed back in to frame the deep penetration of stallioncock into squelching mare bits.
“Uh… it is… a little risque, huh?” Apogee nervously chuckled. She looked over at her friend Diz, it looked like her glasses were steaming up, she was getting so flustered. “You alright Diz?”
“...y-y-yeah.” Diz murmured, her eyes transfixed to the action on the screen.
Jet swallowed. On-screen, all of the unicorns had just simultaneously orgasmed, blasting the plucky heroine full of white, goopy cum that squirted and sprayed everywhere. Either this was an incredible effects team, or they had done multiple takes of the rather exciting scene to get the timing just right.
Just as exciting was the dampness that Jet felt on his thighs quickly becoming a soping wetness: two filly tails were starting to raise up excitedly at the scene playing out. So much for distraction.
On his right, Apogee stiffened slightly. She’d just felt something she’d been hoping and waiting for: a strange poking sensation in her side. She glanced down quickly to see that her chosen movie had evoked the desired effect from her dad. His familiar girthy, dark-brown cock was pressing into her side. He had quickly sprung to full mast.
“Dad! You’re poking me!” Apogee squealed, making Jet begin to stammer an excuse in a nervous panic. But Apogee quickly cut him off, “Here Diz, you can have the whole lap.”
Apogee shifted off to the open couch space on her right, dragging her friend over to the right as she did so, placing her right in the middle of her father’s lap, with the big bobbing pole of flesh poking into her best friend’s rear.
“Uh, Gee?” Diz mumbled, starting to look backwards.
Thinking quickly, Apogee quickly intercepted her friend’s turning head and directed her back toward the movie. “You don’t wanna miss this, it’s the best part.” Apogee chirped, happy to have prevented her friend from seeing what was poking her and ruining the fun.
As soon as Diz’s eyes were looking forward. Apogee reached down with her hoof, gripping her father’s dick close to his flare. Ignoring the very pointed look that Jet immediately shot his daughter’s way, Apogee angled his bobbing stallionhood so that it slipped under Diz’s sweater, becoming trapped beneath the black fabric of the upper-part of her school uniform and the earth-filly’s warm fur.
Jet’s eyes bulged in absolute stunned shock, but Apogee simply ignored him, pressing her hoof against the cock-shaped bulge in her friend’s sweater, slowly rubbing her father’s penis through the fabric.
“Uhh… Gee?” Diz asked, her face blushing. Daisy was no fool, she knew what was actually happening behind her, but was too embarrassed to say anything about it.
“Just giving you a backrub, Diz.” Apogee smirked, “You looked a bit flushed.”
Jet put his hoof on his daughter’s arm, a feeble attempt to prevent it from continuing to stroke him, getting ready to scold her. Apogee simply shrugged him off, quickly lifting her hoof to his muzzle and shushing him with a playful shake of her head.
Then she went back to rubbing him… hoofing him off.
It took all of Jet’s concentration to resist jumping out of his seat. Instead he tried clenching his teeth and gripping at the couch cushions. His pleasure and fear mixed in a dangerous reaction, driving him wild: his naughty daughter simply began to rub him more vigorously, pumping her hoof up and down with intensity, grinding his stallionhood into her best friend’s warm back.
Jet looked over at Apogee, whispering. “H-hun… y-you have to stop. I’m going to…” Jet shut his eyes and bucked his hips slightly, overwhelmed by a small spasm that shot a splatter of pre-cum juice out of his cockslit.
Diz sat stock still, her eyes glued to the movie but her brain not truly absorbing any of the action occurring in it. All she could think of was the action taking place behind her. She could feel the sliding, grinding heat of her best friend's father’s cock against her back… could feel the sticky wetness starting to trickle into her fur and down her spine, lubricating the slipping flesh against her. She bit her lip… this was making her bucking HOT.
Jet’s eyes desperately looked to his daughter, begging her to stop. His hips were involuntarily pumping now, grinding up against the fabric and fur sandwiching his stallionhood.
Apogee simply stuck her tongue out… then began to pump her hoof harder and faster against her father’s sensitive flare. Apogee knew what she wanted, and there would be no stopping her. She was already past Jet’s point of no return.
Jet’s heart thumped in his chest. He couldn’t believe what was happening. It seemed almost like a dream. A nightmare. A sexy nightmare, but still a life-ruining nightmare! His balls began to clench and he felt the telltale cramps in his abdomen that meant that his ejaculation was inevitable… unstoppable. This couldn’t be happening! Something had to save him, to prevent this from happening!
Apogee felt her father’s flare stiffen and fatten, felt the familiar throbs of and pulses through his shaft... and simply pumped even harder while pinning one of her father’s thrashing hooves.
Jet came.
“F-FUUUUCK!”
A thick splorch of cum rocketed from his flare, his cum shooting heavily against Diz’s back, soaking it in a wet splatter before running down her back. Then he splattered again. And again.
Jet watched with horror as his stallionhood jumped and spurted inside his daughter’s best friend’s sweater, absolutely soaking her with his thick, sticky batter. There would be no hiding it now. Even worse, Jet seemed to be backed up from all the attention he’d gotten through the evening: this orgasm was a massive, thick load.
Diz shivered with excitement as hot, sticky splatters impacted against her back fur again and again, and again. The sticky juices were now pouring down her back, each cascade coming in time with a moaning grunt from the handsome stud behind her. She’d done that: he was cumming for her!
Her tail happily wagged, knowing she’d made such a studly, stallion-ly pony cum buckets all over her.
Jet grunted a last time, his last trickle slipping from him... finally his orgasm finished, his balls sated for now. Twelve heavy blasts of cum had made the filly’s black sweater soaked completely through, sticking to Diz’s matted fur. He looked down at the absolute mess he had made of her back... from the base of her neck all the way down to her butt, where a puddle of his juice was now soaking her flanks.
Slowly he came to his senses, his brain rebooting and beginning to process the myriad sensations about him: his cock throbbing under the filly's sweater... the distant sound of the movie being drowned out... the smirking grin of his daughter.
“Guess the cat’s out of the bag, huh dad?”
Jet leapt to his hooves, untangling himself from the small filly before whirling about to face the two girls.
“JUST WHAT THE BUCK IS GOING ON!?”
“Calm down dad!” Apogee jumped to her hooves as well, chasing her pacing father as he anxiously trotted back and forth in the living room.
“Calm down? CALM DOWN!?” Jet’s foree-hooves gesticulated wildly. “I just came all over Diz’s back, and you’re telling me to CALM DOWN?”
Apogee nodded. “Yes! You’re freaking out for no reason!” She motioned over to her friend, who was still sitting quietly on the couch, looking down at the floor with a heavy blush. “Does it look like me or Diz are freaking out!?”
Jet’s eyes raced over his daughter and Diz, trying to take in their relatively calm demeanour. It didn’t make any sense at all. “Just what the hay is going on here, Apogee?”
Apogee realised that she was busted now. There would be no hiding her devious scheme. “Well Dad… you see… Diz has been feeling a little bit… insecure... a bit of a lack of confidence.”
Jet rubbed his temple with frustration, as he began to parse the situation. “Apogee…”
“You see, my friend… this beautiful little filly... wouldn’t believe me when I told her that she was the cutest little thing on four hooves.” Apogee’s wings flittered slightly with indignant determination. “So I thought, what better way to convince her otherwise then to help her seduce a big, handsome stallion?”
“Apogee… stop…” Jet warned, looking between her and the blushing and silent Daisy.
But the plucky pegasus pressed on. “And since she already knew all about the two of us I thought-”
“She WHAT!?” Jet shouted, his wings snapping out in anger. “Apogee are you bucking kidding me right now?” Jet stomped a hoof, the reverberating crack of its impact sharply filling the apartment. “First this … crazily inappropriate scheme to seduce me... now you’re telling me that Diz… knows!? How could you!?”
For a moment, Apogee wilted under her father’s anger. But only for a moment. Apogee had too much of her mother’s genetics in her to back down from an argument. Her wings flared out and she stepped in front of her friend defensively, as if she were shielding her physically from Jet’s verbal onslaught.
“Hey!” Apogee growled back. “Give me a break! Diz is practically family… no, scratch that… she is family to me!”
Jet shouted back. “So what!? Do you even understand what would happen if she told anypony!?”
“But she hasn’t, right!?” Apogee countered immediately. “I told her months ago and she hasn’t told a soul. Hay, lets be honest… you could probably trust a filly like Diz with this secret more than you could trust me.”
Jet straightened up slightly, taken aback by the truth in Apogee’s words. Diz really was a diligent and dependable girl. “S-still… what's this crazy idea about trying to seduce me?”
Apogee scoffed, waving her hoof. “Give me a break, dad. I know you like Diz! I knew you’d be willing to help her! We already treat her like a member of the family!’ Apogee put her two hooves on her silent friend’s shoulders as she continued to defend her. “I love her…”
Diz’s blush brightened slightly and she perked up a bit, her heart starting to race as she heard those treasured words from her secret crush
“...like a sister!” With that crushing word, Diz’s shoulders slumped and she wilted, slightly saddened by the confirmation that Apogee only saw her in that way. “And if you’re not willing to be there for someone I care about... to help her feel like she’s important…”
Jet looked over at the small earth-pony, who suddenly seemed so heartbroken and sad. Mistaking Diz’s sadness at hearing Apogee consider her a sister for confirmation of her lack of self-confidence, Jet’s sympathy and compassion was aroused within him. He hated to see Diz so deflated. He reached over to the filly with a little sigh, putting a hoof under her chin and raising her head up.
“Hey Daisy. You’re a beautiful and special little filly, you know that? This is just… crazy...” Jet sighed once more, putting his hoof to his temple and rubbing his head in frustration. Seeing Diz’s slightly misty eyes as she looked up at him was making him feel a bit stupid.
“C’mon dad…” Apogee continued, her tone slightly softer now. “We’re all family here…” Apogee grinned. “And you can’t lie to me - you can’t deny that you weren’t at least a little turned on by Diz’s cute little butt pushing against you earlier.”
Jet groaned, as the little filly in his hooves sniffled slightly and smiled up at him hopefully. Jet groaned and shook his head, his resolve melting away. “I can’t believe I’m doing this…”
“I KNEW it!” Apogee squeaked. Her wings fluttered with happiness and she laid a hearty slap on her friend’s back. “Told ya that you were irresistible!”
Jet glared over at his daughter. “And you, missy, are SO grounded. For, like, a THOUSAND years.”
Apogee stuck her tongue out. “Worth it.”
“So…” Jet mumbled, looking down at his daughter’s best friend with embarrassment.
“So…” Diz stammered in reply, fiddling with her hooves in her lap as she looked up with uncertainty at the larger stallion in front of her. “...now what?”
Apogee sat just nearby, her wings outstretched and shaking with happy anticipation. In fact, the whole body of the little pegasus was vibrating with excitement. This was exactly what she had hoped for all along: seeing the ponies she cared about becoming a bizarre, pseudo-family was a dream come true for her.
“Oooo! This is SO cute! You two are adorable when you’re all awkward like this!” Apogee rested her chin on her hooves and snagged a few pieces of popcorn from the nearby bowl. This was just like a romantic-comedy… only it was real!
“Quiet, Apogee.” Jet swatted a wing grumpily toward his giggling daughter before turning back to the shy Diz. He rubbed the back of his head with a hoof and looked nervously at her. “H-how about we start simple?”
Diz nodded slightly, her heart pounding as the older stallion leaned in slowly. Flinching with fear and excitement, she shut her eyes and pursed her lips. It felt like an eternity passed, just waiting there, alone in space... before finally, she felt the brush of Jet’s face nd the press of his lips against her own.
Jet didn’t try to press his tongue into the cute little girl or overpower her. He just laid a soft peck to her muzzle: a simple, reassuring physical confirmation that she wasn’t alone… that she was safe, and desired.
“Awww!” Apogee squee’d, her wings flapping with delight. “But enough sappy stuff you two! Let’s get down to the fun stuff!” Apogee stepped up to the kissing couple, inserting herself between the two ponies she loved so much as she motioned to Diz with her chin towards Jet’s crotch.
Both Jet and Diz took a momentary pause.
Their eyes broke from holding one another’s gaze, looking down between them, following Apogee’s suggested target for their attention. Looking down, they were both greeted by the unmistakable and asserting presence of Jet’s big, thick, brown stallionhood, still covered in a light sheen of drying cum and still bobbing with his throbbing arousal.
“A-apogee…” Jet scolded. He was about to tell his daughter that she was pushing her friend way too far beyond her comfort level… when he saw Diz start to lean forward, toward his stallionhood... ever so slowly and tentatively, an inexorable descent toward a point of no return.
‘Oh dear Celestia…’ Jet thought to himself, ‘is this really happening?”
Diz’s eyes were fixed on the pre-cum-burbling, drooling cockhead. She got closer and closer to the stallion-flesh bouncing right in front of her nose. At one point the underside of Jet’s thick shaft actually booped against her snout, making her eyes flick up to Jet’s face… quickly scanning his features through her thick glasses with a burning blush of a novice’s embarrassment... before they returned to keeping her eyes on their prize.
DIz opened her cute little mouth, slowly extending her tongue with trepidation, delicately letting the tip of her little pink muscle touch Jet’s warm, dark skin and trace upward over the underside of his ridge. The tangy taste of his musk intrigued her, so she began pressing in, ever so slightly, when she came to the slit of his penis, lapping up some of the sticky strands of stallion juice there.
‘Oh heavenly Luna!’ Jet thought as he moaned aloud and shut his eyes in pleasure.
“I think he likes it Diz.” Apogee chuckled with an eyebrow wiggle. “But let me show you dad’s favorite spot...” Apogee ducked her head down to where the action was occurring, smiling at her friend over the separating knob that was her father’s fat cock… she opened her mouth and licked out with her wide tongue, lavishly drawing it under the side of her father’s flare... using the broad flat of her tongue to press into his cockhead before twisting her muzzle to join her lips to Jet’s dick with a deep, sucking kiss.
Still standing above, Jet groaned, his cock twitching with delight. The stallion slipped backwards, his rear landing against the coffee table. Bracing himself with his forehooves, Jet sat with his legs wide: a perfect position for him to be assaulted by these two thirsty fillies.
Diz had always been a good student. She prided herself on being able to learn very quickly. Taking Apogee’s example to heart, this eager student also used the broad flat of her tongue… except on the opposite side of stallion-dick from her friend… before she too moved in closer to kiss and suckle the dome of Jet’s stallionhood.
“That’s it, Diz!” Apogee giggled, pulling back momentarily to encourage her friend. “And look up at him as you do it!” Her lesson concluded, Apogee dove back in to her side and resumed her suckling kisses.
Jet’s eyes were spinning in pleasure. He was looking down at such an impossible, erotic sight that he was sure it must have been one of Princess Luna’s pranking dreams... Two teenage fillies fellating him while looking up with eager, sparkling eyes. ‘Luna… Celestia... I don’t know what I did to deserve this…’ Jet reached down and put a hoof on each of the filly’s backs, reassuringly rubbing them, ‘...but thank you!’
Apogee grinned, beginning to hum slightly into her dad’s cock, before tracing her suckling muzzle down his length, before burying her nose into his balls.
Jet groaned and threw his head back in pleasure again, instinctively moving one of his hooves to Diz’s head and softly directing her back toward the front of his cock… back to his sensitive and swollen cockslit.
Diz was happy to bring her lollipop-like licking and sucking to Jet’s delicious opening. Something about the musky, sticky juice just felt right to her… especially when it slid down the back of her throat and made her body tingle and heat up with burning passion.
She would LOVE to get more of the delicious substance, to drown herself in its unique and exotic flavor.
Jet’s hips began to buck slightly. His daughter was now sucking and kissing at his balls, bringing one of her hooves into play: starting to stroke the extremely fat base of her father’s stallionhood… She knew exactly how to get his motor running.
Diz’s eyes snapped open in surprise as she began to taste little splashes of watery pre-cum squirt into her throat with each of her suckles... each buck of Jet’s hips.
“F-fuck guys!” Jet groaned out, feeling the urge to cum quickly overwhelming him. “I'm going to - “
Apogee stopped her ministrations immediately. Using one hoof to simply grip her father’s throbbing cock snugly,and the other to push her friend away from Jet’s erection she effectively clamped off her dad’s ability to orgasm.
“Wh-wha?” Diz asked, straightening her glasses and looking at her friend with confusion.
“We don’t want my dad to pop just yet, Diz.” Apogee explained, trying to calm her father. “If he blows twice it’ll take him a half hour to get it up again... if he isn’t on ZESPER, that is.” Apogee chuckled then winked at her friend., before tapping at her chin and pretending she was deep in though. “There is one exception though: if you’re willing to do butt-stuff he always seems to be able to get it up for that!” Apogee chuckled and slapped her friend on the back. “I don’t think you’re quite ready for that yet, Diz.”
“Hey, I’m right here you know.” Jet groused, having staved off his impending orgasm.
“Hey, can’t blame a filly for telling the truth!” Apogee giggled. “So: it’s time for the main event! My dad’s big cock stuffed in my best friend’s fillyhood!”
Jet grunted, taking his dick in his hooves and waggling it slightly, trying to shake it out of its heightened state of sensitivity. “Wait… Diz… are you on your moon tea? Your birth-control?”
Diz shook her head, blushing. “N-no… I don’t use it.”
Jet groaned as he pinched his nose in frustration. “What’s with this generation? All this worry about getting the most out of your hormones and not worried about getting with foal. When I was your age I-”
Apogee punched her father’s thigh. “Gimme a break dad! Stallions like you wouldn’t understand why a filly needs every advantage! Besides, Diz isn’t even on her heat, right?”
Diz nodded, blushing at the embarrassment of revealing the intimate details of her reproductive cycle to Apogee’s father… even though she had just been slurping up his pre-cum like a milkshake through a straw… she was still having a little difficulty processing this rather unique situation.
“It’s still too risky.” Jet sighed, tapping his chin as he considered the odds. “You can never know with younger mares, you are both very fertile until you’re well into your thirties.”
Diz sputtered slightly, starting to speak up as she remembered something that might help. “W-w-wait!” She quickly grabbed her saddlebags, which she’d left nearby when she first arrived. “I h-have…” she rooted around in her bags, triumphantly pulling something out like a treasured prize and holding it aloft. “...a c-condom!”
Apogee and Jet were silent for half a moment, sharing a little glance at one another before both burst out laughing.
“W-what?” Diz stammered, flustered.
“That condom?” Apogee giggled, pointing with her hoof. “It’s one of the ones they gave out in health class last month, right? Diz, that’s for colts it’ll nev-”
Jet smirked, cutting off Apogee’s mirth. “Hush honey, be nice.”
Diz was frustrated now, what did colts have to do with anything? She tore the wrapper open in her teeth and pulled the rolled up, latex disk out. “W-what’s so funny? It’ll work! I even know how to put it on, too!” She reached forward.
“Diz, hun…” Jet sighed, mirthfully, as the little filly stubbornly insisted and pushed forward… well perhaps the best thing would be to let her see for herself. “Go ahead and try, then.”
Diz bit her lip as she carefully positioned the rolled up condom (not the easiest thing to do with hooves) and began to roll it over Jet’s flare. She realized very quickly that this would be no easy task. The transparent material stretched and strained to its breaking point while she kept struggling to roll the tight band of condom-latex down Jet’s cockhead and over his fat ridge. She looked up nervously at Jet, unhappy to see him clenching his teeth but smiling at her. Finally, after much struggling, she managed to roll the condom over the ridge and down a couple of inches… before she completely ran out of material.
She leaned back, looking at her rather foolish attempt. More than 12 inches of dark-brown stallion cock was still uncovered... and the hoof-sized cockhead looked like some kind of over-inflated, obscene flesh-balloon. Diz’s mouth dropped open slightly as she realised at just how significantly larger Jet’s organ was from the colts the condom had been designed for, her classmates..
Even as she watched, Jet shot Diz a playful wink and flexed his abdomen, making his cock throb slightly. Immediately, his achingly constrained cockhead burst through the over-stretched tip of the condom head. Jet and Apogee began laughing in earnest.
“B-but… in health class…” Diz began.
Jet stopped laughing and patted Diz’s head placatingly. “Don’t worry Diz, we made the same mistake a little while back. Those condoms they give out are for your classmates: when colts your age finally hit puberty things down there change… a lot. I would have struggled to fill one of these condoms when I was 17.”
Apogee giver her father a quick and playful punch. “He says that, but I like to think he’s also pretty bucking big.”
Jet grinned. “Hey, not gonna argue that!”
“Dad! Sheesh…” Apogee griped. “You really have no humility, do you?”
Jet arched an eyebrow, as if to say - are you even aware of what we’re doing right now?
Diz sighed, her shoulders sagging slightly. A small part of her was a little bit relieved that she wouldn’t be going through with it… but a much larger part was disappointed that she wouldn’t be rutted by Gee’s father. The mare in her had been quite wound up by the evening’s sequence of events.
Jet saw the filly’s shoulders sink slightly and stopped chuckling. He sighed and crossed his arms, fully giving up. “OK.” He shook his head at the ridiculousness of what he was about to say, what he was about to agree to. “Let’s do this… I’ll just make sure to pull out.”
“Really!? Dad you’re the best!” Apogee glomped her father with a big hug as he pulled the torn remnants of the condom off of his cock.
“Yeah, yeah... You’re STILL grounded though.”
Diz smiled nervously, her braces twinkling in the light. “S-so how do I…”
“Here!” Apogee patted the couch, “We’ll do it pony-style, that’ll be easiest… just put your front hooves here… that’s it! And I’ll put this cushion under your tummy… yeah right there under your teats… that should prop you up a bit… trust me it’ll feel sooo much better!” Apogee chirped happily, re-arranging cushions and getting things ready for her Diz, who now had her little butt hanging off the end of the couch. Her rear hooves were down on the carpeted floor, while her front hooves rested on the cushions… she was ready to be mounted. Diz looked over her shoulder nervously.
Apogee took her friend’s rear legs and spread them a bit wider - she knew Diz would need every bit of space she could get. The plucky pegasus touched her friend’s uniform curiously, considering. “Should we take your skirt off?”
“Leave it on…” Jet piped in, before blushing when both mares looked at him with arched eyebrows. “...if that’s OK with you fillies, that is.” Jet quickly amended, sheepishly.
“Sheesh dad, that’s a bit kinky.” Apogee waggled her eyebrows, teasing her father, who could only roll his eyes in response.
“I-it’s OK…” Diz giggled. “I… kinda like it too.”
All the preparations completed... Jet gulped and took in the sight in front of him. His daughter’s best friend: the little earth-pony filly… still a highschool-filly, presenting herself before him… Diz’s nervous, braces-filled smiled warmly filled her face… twinkling green eyes shined brightly behind her thick glasses… her sticky, messy uniform was askew… her brown mop of hair was damp with her sweat…
And her butt!
Apogee took great pleasure in lifting the hem of her friend’s skirt while she stared right at her father - like a car salespony pulling the cover off of a treasured model. Jet’s mouth opened slightly as he was treated to the sight of muscular, plump, earth-filly ass. Her well-plumped and beautiful flanks were beautifully framed by his daughter’s squeezing hooves - this could only be described as a heavenly plot…
And that was before Jet looking at the heavenly pearls in her plot.
Beneath Diz’s wagging tail and dock (thrashing about with so much excitement it was almost vibrating) Diz’s tight tailhole beckoned. Not that Jet was an expert in filly plots (though if this kept up he might become one)… he believed he was looking at what might just be the cutest filly-bits in Equestria... DIz’s ring of muscled ponut was slender and narrow, fitting the filly’s small frame. But Diz’s backdoor bump was also pudgy and fluffy, thrumming with her excitement, squeezing and relaxing ever so slightly in a delightful cycle… Jet was sad he could never fit into such a tight little tailhole… he was sure that those wrinkled folds would have exerted such a force of mind-blowing, gripping heat that she could drive any stallion... any stallion that could fit into her… completely wild.
And her fillyhood was even more beautiful.
Quickly scanning over the little strip of light blue skin between the bottom of her asshole and the top of her filly-lips, Jet couldn’t help but lick his lips at the sight of Diz’s delicious pussy.
Tight, slender, blue lips were swollen with her arousal. The plump slit pursing outwards slightly to reveal the barest hints of the volcanic, crushingly-tight velvet tunnel within. It was definitely a small fillyhood… a narrow gash that matched the smaller-filly’s size… this might not work after all... but just as the stallion wondered whether this might even be possible, a giant flash of pink filled his vision.
DIz’s clitoris was huge!
The silver-dollar sized pinkish-red bulb throbbed out with intensity, spreading her grasping cunt wide, releasing a little trickle of clear filly-cum that filled the air with the heady fog of Diz’s cinnamon-vanilla scented musk. Jet had never seen a love bud so big… even among fully-grown earth mares!
Jet’s nostrils flared wide and inhaled those potent pheromones deeply as he finished surveying the soon-to-be conquered filly. Below her nethers, resting on the cushion that Apogee had placed, were a pair of adorably full, filly-sized teats. Diz’s little eraser shaped nipples peeked out from underneath, hoping for attention. Jet grinned to himself: he knew that when Diz grew up she was going to be an absolute knockout.
Diz’s fat clitoris winked again, this time sending a trickle large enough to make a splattering sound on the floor beneath her.
“S-sorry…” She squeaked burying her head in the couch, with embarrassment.
It was too much. Her cuteness, her politeness, her sexiness… her everything!
Jet dove in with his whole face, burying his muzzle deeply into Diz’s dock and licking all around her ponut. Jet lashed his tongue around the hot little ring of muscle while he grabbed her skirt-covered flanks with his hooves, finding solid purchase on the filly’s hips so that he could drive his muzzle into her plot.
“Unnf! J-jet!” Diz squeaked, involuntarily clenching her tail down against Jet’s face to try to shield herself from the onslaught of pleasure.
“That’s it, Dad!” Apogee cheered, gripping her friend’s tail and pulling it up and out of the way.
Jet wasted no more time on Diz’s asshole, moving lower and pushing his tongue into Diz’s pussy. Her hot, twisting walls thrummed and clenched at this new invader... but Jet just pushed in harder, deeper... trying to plumb the depths of Diz’s cunt with his mouth. He could taste her unique tang, swallowing with eagerness as Diz’s teenage juices spilled into his mouth.
“Hnnnngh!” Diz squeaked out loudly into the couch cushions, writhing slightly while her tail lashed in Apogee’s grasp.
Apogee watched her father lick her best friend’s pussy, sympathetically swallowing as she watched her father’s face smack and grunt into Diz’s plump ass, grinding into her sensitive fillyhood. She yanked slightly on the tail she was holding, causing her friend to cry out into the pillows again. “Use your words, Diz… how does it feel?”
Diz groaned, twisting her head to one side so that she could speak unmuffled. “S-so b-bucking… goood!”
Apogee grinned at her writhing friend, using her free hoof to massage the small of Diz’s back, coaxing her to continue giving in to the tongue-fucking her dad was providing her.
Jet felt the big, fat clitoris slap into his chin again and got an idea. He slid further down, pursing his lips into a tight pucker and placing them in the same spot the big winking bulb had been just throbbing outwards just a moment before. After one or two tries where he sucked and missed, suddenly he connected. Sucking in deeply, Jet drew the hot and sensitive nub into his mouth, fellating it like it was a tiny shaft.
“UNGH! OH! OH FUCK! OH FUCK APOGEE!” Diz began to scream, her hips bucking and thrusting backward into the overwhelming sensations throttling her. She was thrashing back and forth, alternatively trying to escape from… then get more of... the impossible pleasure from Jet’s clitoral sucking. “STOP! STOP! I’M…. I’M GOING TO…”
Apogee reached down to pet one of her friend’s couch-clenching forehooves. “Go ahead Diz, just let go… cum!”
Diz squealed.
A loud plaintive whine that she tried to muffle by stuffing her face into the couch’s cushions. Jet hung on for dear life, as the engorged clitoris in his mouth quivered erratically... as the fillyhood his snout was buried in clenched and unclenched on his nose…
“F-FUCK! A-APOGEE!!!!” Diz’s moan sounded almost like a wounded animal.
He was absolutely soaked in a geyser of filly-cum. Two, three… four tick gushes of clear liquid splattered over his face in rapid succession... each one occurring in time with Diz’s humping gyrations, before the filly finally melted into a puddle of uncoordinated, gasping muscle and fur.
Jet stood up, wiping his dripping chin while looking down at his filly-destroying accomplishment with pride. Apogee shot him a naughty glance with a giggle.
“I think you broke her, dad… and I think she’s ready.”
Jet simply winked at Apogee, before addressing the gasping mess that, moments before, had been Daisy. “Hi Ready, I’m Jet.”
Apogee’s mouth dropped open and she groaned, shaking her head. “You did not just make a dad joke, NOW of all times.”
Jet chuckled. He was very pleased with himself.
Apogee scowled, then reached forward and grabbed Jet’s stallionhood, none too gently. “Quiet dad.” She stroked Jet’s slick cock a few times, quickly confirming that he was rock hard and ready for some filly-fucking. Apogee took her other hoof and prodded Diz’s bottom. “Hey! Hey Diz, look at me Diz!”
Diz lazily twisted her head back, her face completely flushed and sweating, her eyes unfocused and rolling beneath her glasses; she tried to focus on Apogee’s voice.
“Look at this thing, Diz…” Apogee shook her father’s cock slightly, wiggling it in Diz’s vision. “Look just how bucking hard you made my dad! I ’m going to put this big, fucking dick in you now, Diz… get ready!”
Apogee looked up at her father with a sultry grin, guiding her father’s girthy cockhead to her friend’s drooling fillyhood. She stared deep into Jet’s eyes... placed his flare against Diz’s hot, wet, lower-lips… and mouthed “I love you, dad.”
The Apogee slid Jet against Diz.
Jet groaned. Primal, stallion-ly instincts taking him over as soon as the warmth of a mare’s most private bits made contact with his organ… driving his hips forward to press into the smaller female. The wet squish and squelch of the earth-filly’s plump little pussy-lips trying to part for him reverberated through Jet’s ears. She was so soft, so small, so tight!
Diz squeaked and groaned in pleasure. The stud drove forward against her smallest part. She tried to brace herself against the couch… tried to use her earth-pony strength to resist being thrust into the back of the sofa by the sheer pressure of Jet’s fat knob against her tiny, impenetrable cunt..
“MMMnngh! T-too b-big!” She groaned.
“Fuck, you’re small Diz!” Jet grunted, hooking his hooves onto Diz’s butt, through her school skirt... pulling against her wide, foal-bearing hip bones to apply the maximum force he could against her straining fillyhood. Diz could feel her body agonizingly trying to spread as wide as possible… to change itself... to let her breeding stud slide into her.
“Here, let me help!” Apogee chirped, getting up close and personal with the union of her father’s stallionhood and her friend’s pussy. Chewing her lip in concentration, Apogee reached forward with both hooves and gripped her teenage filly-friend’s plot, pulling outwards to spread her clenching pussy as wide as she could.
Diz groaned out again, the touch of her best friend… her crush… on such a tender and private area burning through the haze of straining, grunting exertion. Her clit strained and pressed out against Jet’s invading cockhead. The fat silver-dollar sized bulb demanding to wink into the open atmosphere, grinding against the underside of Jet’s flare, coating him with a slick coating of filly-juice… and finally… achingly… helping the throbbing flare slip into her.
“OH F-FUCK!” Diz squealed.
The feeling of spreading tightness she had struggled with before was nothing compared to what she was feeling now... It felt like a freaking grapefruit was being stuffed inside her tiny little pussy! The fat bulb of Jet’s flare had only just barely slipped into her, and already her strained pink inner lips stretched around his ridge and gripped him like a vise.
“FUCK!” Jet grunted immediately afterward. His cock was being crushed by the earth-filly strength in Diz’s body. “S-so… fucking… TIGHT!” He moaned, kneading Diz’s plump flanks through her skirt, trying to get her to relax.
Apogee cooed and comforted her friend, planting a little kiss on the tender skin between Diz’s fillyhood and her flank. “Shhh… shhh… relax Diz… relax! Open up… let him in.”
Diz’s eyes were crossing and uncrossing, her brain swimming in neurochemicals as she tried to regain some semblance of mental control... to keep some mastery over her body. She nodded to Apogee slightly, trying to take a deep breath and let her powerful pelvic muscles unwind. Diz felt a burble of her copious fillycum splash over Jet’s cock and her aching clit wink along the underside of the stallion’s shaft, the resulting rush of pleasure making her clench up again.
“SHIT!” Jet groaned at the renewal of crushing tightness, involuntarily bucking his powerful stallion-hips forward.
“Easy dad! Just wait there a moment, ok!?” Apogee scolded, putting a hoof on her father’s lower abdomen to stop him from thrusting deeper into her friend. “Just let her adjust.”
Jet nodded, gritting his teeth painfully. ..He gasped, taking a moment to drink in luxuriate in the sensations of the moment: he was inside Diz! This was really happening! The same polite, well-mannered, quiet, mousey filly he had known for the last three years was currently clenching, grinding... and cumming on his dick! The hot, twisting grip of Diz’s pussy was joining their bodies together, connecting his fat adult stallion-cock with her tight teenage filly-cunt.
It was unbelievable.
Diz started to relax and unwind once more… her muscles releasing the deathgrip they had taken on the invading phallus. DIz’s biological mare instincts were demand that she allow the fat, throbbing source of pleasure fuck deeper into her… demand that she coax the throbbing stud-cock to unload itself in her body. She mewled slightly, her brain on complete biological autopilot… not even realizing that she was thrusting her powerful hips back against Jet with plaintive, begging humps.
Apogee stood up with a wry smile, looking into her father’s face. “She’s fucking you, dad.” Apogee leaned in, kissing her father deeply. She pushed her tongue aggressively into the stallion’s mouth, a well practiced kissing technique that she knew he loved.
Jet began to pump slowly, in time with each thrusts coming from Diz. There was so much clenching force in her tight earth-filly cunt... that he was sure that if wasn’t as rock hard as he was... he might even have been injured. But... little by little... with obscene, squelching noises... Jet was slipping deeper and deeper into the filly’s clenching cunt’s depths.
“Hngg… y-yes! Yes!” Diz mewled, her heartbeat absolutely pounding in her ears. She couldn’t process what was happening, the pleasures and sensations of being fucked by such a larger, older, stallion overloading her mental capacity… melting her synapses… turning her mind into mush.
“Unf! Unf! Yes Diz! You’re so fucking sexy!” Jet grunted in compliment, breaking the kiss with his daughter to encourage the little earth-filly to keep thrusting back into his shaft with more and more intensity. Apogee chuckled and crouched down again, gripping the fat base of her father’s shaft and starting to pump it with her hoof in time with Diz and Jet’s rhythm… taking care of the parts of Jet’s stallionhood not inside her best friend with a massaging hoofjob. She knew that her friend would never be able to fit all of Jet’s fat cock into her.
“M-more… f-fuck me!” Diz moaned out, increasing her rhythm and bouncing back against the iron-hard shaft ravaging her. The earth-filly’s hidden unrestrained lust-driven strength was terrifying, as the violence of her rearward humps grew into slamming, impacting thrusts… earth-pony biology unlocking the most female imperatives in her mind, demanding that she impale herself on her stud’s pole of meat.
Jet just held on, shutting his eyes as he sank deeper and deeper into Diz’s tiny cunt. He tried his best to fuck back against her, but the impacts were becoming so vicious that his balls were swinging up and slapping into his daughter’s pumping hooves, still working on his lower shaft.
As the trio kept going, with Diz squeaking louder and louder, the mousey filly’s glasses fell off one ear, then tumbled off her face. She shook her head free of the misaligned frames, shaking her hair wild and letting her tongue loll out of her muzzle. She stretched one of her forelegs out, bracing it against the back of the couch to pound backwards with even more intensity.
“Yes! YES! YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” The normally quiet mare was screaming now, demanding that Jet piston into her harder, slamming backwards again and again, as she reverted to an animalistic pony - becoming some kind of broodmare from the plains of prehistoric Equestria… in the days before magic had been discovered… a primitive filly being plowed by the tribal alpha-sire of the herd. Diz was no longer making coherent sounds. She was only snorting, nickering, and whinnying. Her mind was primal, carnal… lust incarnate.
“Holy Celestia~!” Jet groaned, now totally overpowered by the out of control filly. Apogee was pumping as hard as she could now, trying to stay in time, her hooves lubricated with the spattering froth from Diz’s winking cunt’s grasping, as she slid up and down Jet’s dark brown shaft.
Just as he thought he would be completely dominated by the ball of strength, Jet felt an abrupt bottom to the crushing vise that his fat cock was sliding into... a quivering fleshy end at the end of Diz’s cunt-tunnel. He’d smashed against the deepest recess of Diz’s fillyhood… his cockhead pressed up against her womb’s entrance… the cervix of the teenage filly straining and resisting him, reacting to the stallion presence at the gates of her uterus…
As soon as it touched, something broke in Daisy Cutter.
All the buildup of raw sexual energy… all the adrenaline and lust that had been filling her veins and soaking into her muscles… all the magical energy leaching into her earth-pony sinews broke. The tension from all the teasing, all the fear, all the pleasure. It all broke. It all shattered and crumbled, like a hydroelectric dam struck by a meteor… and the ensuing flood.
Diz’s eyes rolled back as an overwhelming wave of white-hot pleasure rolled through her, washing everything she had known away. The wave of searing neurochemical lust crashed through every part of her body and into her brain… her eyes rolled back as her tongue lolled out… she snorted deeply, taking in one last breath before letting out a huge scream.
“SH-SHIT! F-FUCK! GEE! I’M C… *hic*” Diz’s scream was punctuated with little hiccups as she shuddered for air. “I’M *hic* CUM… *hic*... CUMMMINNNNNGgghhhhnnghhhhh….” Diz’s scream trailed off, the last of her air being expelled from her lungs. Diz was bucking madly up and down, her spine arching and flexing like a sine wave as her muscles spasmed from the mind-shattering orgasm she was experiencing.
Jet bit into his lip as the filly-pussy he was stuffed in felt like it shrank to the diameter of a drinking straw. It was a crushing, clenching tightness that made his eyes bulge. The powerful, milking, suckling force of Diz’s pelvic muscles rippling in raw waves that pulled inward towards her spasming cervix again and again, coaxing Jet’s cock to release into her womb.
“G-gee!” Jet begged, desperately calling out for help as he felt his cock begin to flare inside the little filly... his head filling with even more blood... the shaft rigidly tilting up inside her love channel... his cockridge thickening and embedding itself against Diz’s cervix, which was now dipping down with every orgasmic spasm to kiss Jet’s cockslit.
Apogee jumped up onto her friend’s back, pressing her belly against Diz’s back… trying to pin her down and stop her wild bucking, but only finding herself riding Diz like an Appleloosan in a rodeo. “Diz! Ride it out! Diz!” She shouted at her friend, who could no longer hear her.
“F-fuuuuuuuuck!” Jet leaned forward, pinning all three of them in a triple-decker sex-sandwich. His cock throbbed. It was about to blow.
He tried to resist. He really did.
But he had no chance of pulling out of such a tight, demanding filly-cunt.
She had clamped down on him fully: there was no way for him to get out of her. His first thick rope of cum splattered directly into her accepting womb. Jet did all he could to pull out, trying to clench his cock muscles against diz’s milking pussy, desperately trying to not deposit all his potent, foal-creating batter into Diz’s fertile womb as he fired rope after rope deep into the tiny filly.
It wasn’t until after his sixth shot, that Jet was finally able to pull out of her with a painful, gripping pop. As he was pulling out of the filly, a waterfall of batter spilling out of Diz’s pussy in his wake, Jet kept cumming. He shot a single thick rope which splattered against Diz’s plump flanks and up onto Apogee’s skirt perched just above them.
Acting on pure instinct, Jet pushed forward with his hips again, driving his still squirting cock in between Diz and Apogee, his cock sandwiched between Apogee’s teats and Diz’s shuddering, writhing back.
“Fuuuuck!” Jet groaned again, finishing his orgasm in between the two teenagers, bucking forward with powerful hip thrusts as he emptied five more shots of stallion batter into the confined space between Apogee’s chest and Diz’s back... his balls swinging with heavy slaps against Diz’s inner thighs.
“Fuck… fuck… f-fuck…” Jet panted, softer and softer, before finally relenting and falling backward onto his ass. His reward for his performance a sore butt, a sweaty brow… and a vision of two dripping wet, perfect, writhing filly-butts stacked on top of one another in front of him.
“Wow. Someponies certainly seem to have enjoyed themselves!” Apogee grinned, looking backward at her panting dad while patting her best friend’s rump.
“H-h-how’s Diz?” Jet mumbled, still gasping, his cock softening ever so slightly and beginning to droop away from him.
Apogee inspected her friend carefully, then turned back to her father with a grin. “I think you’ve scored a KO dad. She’s out cold with a big, dopey grin.” Apogee’s giggling reply turned into a full-blown chuckle when her best-friend’s left rear hoof began twitching and kicking with involuntary pleasure.
Jet groaned, throwing his head back, ready to slink to the floor in exhaustion.
“Hey, dad! You’re not done yet.” Apogee growled, not happy to see that her father was preparing to give up and slump to the floor. “Aren’t you forgetting about somepony? ... I’ve waited very patiently.” Apogee stuck her tongue out and wriggled her butt, shaking her skirt left and right sultrily, her little tail bun wagging with playful anticipation.
Jet chuckled, shaking his head. “You have got to be kidding honey…” He looked at Apogee’s frowning face, quickly realising she was not. “Hun… seriously? You said it yourself, I’m gonna need at least half an hour here to recover.”
Apogee clucked her tongue. “True… I did say that… but I also said that there was an exception to that…” Apogee grinned again, reaching back with a hoof to grab the hem of her skirt. “...which is that my daddy always gets it up for butt stuff.”
Apogee flipped her skirt up and throatily growled, revealing her tight, sticky pegasus plot… and her tight little ponut. “And after all this fun tonight… I’m feeling a little bit kinky, daddy.” Apogee stuck her tongue out as she used her hooves to pull her asscheeks apart... revealing both her damp fillyhood and her tight, steaming tailhole.
Jet gulped loudly…. Then his cock quickly throbbed back to a painful, full-mast erection.
“I knew it. You’re so naughty, dad.” Apogee giggled her tail flicking faster now.
Jet climbed to his hooves, stepping up to the stack of teenage fillies in front of him. “For the record, despite what your little butt is about to get… you’re still going to be grounded for a THOUSAND years for this.”
Jet’s cock pressed against Apogee’s ponut, making her squeak out her reply. “Worth it!”
“Hnggh!”
Author's Note
Did you enjoy it!? Gimme a like, throw me a fav and leave a comment!
So, I'm back to writing an Apogee fic!
It's been a long time! But I had promised to do an ApoDizJet fic at some point, and this came up on the schedule :-3
I really hope you enjoyed this one, I put a big chunk of work into it. It's got a bit of a funny story actually... I had originally intended for this to be a July release. What was going to come out first was going to be a Trixie x Jackpot fic, slated for release on Father's Day... a little thing that Shakespearicles and I are doing (dueling with Jackxie fics).
But I screwed up and thought that Father's Day was the 10th! So imagine my disappointment when I realized I had to wait a whole extra week before I got my fix! Nuh uh... that wouldn't stand!
I immediately began to pick up the pace on this ApoDizJet fic, and had a TON of fun doing so!
I hope that you enjoyed it, and please let me know if you want to see more of the lucky bastard, JET, and his adventures in the future!
