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Trixie and Jackpot stared at each other in bewilderment. Could it really be? Were the Gods so cruel? Now that they looked at one another more carefully, it seemed painfully obvious… the blue fur, the silver manes, the predilection for stage magic… how well they fit together.

Both began to blush as memories of the night previous rushed back to them.

“So! Spill the beans you two! Just when did you guys manage to connect?” Dandy asked, not noticing the spit-take that both ponies did at her choice of words.

“L-last n-n-night.” Jackpot mumbled, his eyes panicked and racing, looking for some sort of an escape. He didn’t notice Trixie shaking her head vigorously at him, trying to get him to be silent.

“Last night, hm?” Dandy chuckled. “Must have been before Trixie found her hunky mystery stallion. I’m telling you Jackpot, you should have heard your daughter go on about this stud she met, she sounded almost like me back when I met yo-”

“MOM!” Trixie squeaked, her face radioactively hot.

“Sorry, sorry sweetie! Do go on though! Tell me how you two hooked up!”

Trixie began to stammer, looking at Jackpot… her lover… HER DAD… for help. All she knew was that she couldn’t tell the real story of how they had become acquainted…

”Mnnnggg… B-Buck m-me…” Trixie begged, sticking her ass as high into the air as she could manage. Her heart pounded with excitement as she heard the heavy hoof-falls of the snorting, nickering stallion behind her clattering into position. The couch creaked as he put his forehooves up on the edge of the couch, mounting her. The blasts of hot air from his powerful, breathy exhalations washed over her back.

Then she felt it.

A heavy, hot mass of dark blue stallion-meat slapped wetly against her flanks, resting on her asscheeks and tangling itself in her tail. It felt huge. She glanced back at it out of the corner of her eye - shivering as she caught a glimpse of the fat, angry, thick flesh-snake, drooling a trickle of stick stallion pre-cum into the fur of her withers.

Jackpot put a hoof on Trixie’s upper back between her shoulder blades. He pushed down, forcing the smaller mare into the cushions, dominating her. Trixie was stuffed into the red cushions of the sofa, trying to ascertain what was happening by raw feel alone. She sensed the hot, throbbing weight of Jackpot’s terrifying cock being dragged against her fur, leaving a sticky, wet trail behind as he brought it down to Trixie’s plot - currently stuck up in the air awaiting its arrival: a textbook portrayal of the classic ‘face-down, ass-up’ position.

“Bite down, Trixie.” Jackpot growled, bringing his strong hooves back into position on Trixie’s beautiful ass.

“W-wh-” Trixie felt the press of heat against her nethers. But it was higher than she expected, the thick cockhead not pushing against her tight little marehood, but up against her tiny tailhole. “Th-that’s not my- AhhhhAAAA!”

Trixie grunted and bit down on the pillow as her ponut began to stretch and expand under the forceful intrusion of Jackpot’s hoof-sized flare. Her hips sank deeper and deeper into the couch as the stallion thrust forward with all of his muscle and weight against her smaller body… while also pulling with all of his might against her hips… doing everything he could to penetrate this sexy filly’s tailhole with his cock.

Trixie felt her eyes rolling back from the incredible sensation of stretching - feeling like she might pass out… when her ears were filled with a primal sound: a stud’s whinny. Her asshole instinctively relaxed ever so slightly and the tremendous ridge of Jackpot’s cockhead slipped inside the show-mare’s tight anus.

“UNNNnghhhh!” Trixie grunted, her ponut burning from the feel of such tremendous girth inside her backdoor. He was so wide! His girth was so huge, she could feel the throbbing heat of the slick, dark, stallionflesh not inside her pressing against the inside of her ample ass-cheeks!

“Buck Trixie! Your ass is tight!” Jackpot groaned, slapping one of Trixie’s flanks loud enough to fill the room with a noisy *CRACK*. “Now start moving that gorgeous ass of yours!”

Trixie writhed under the weight of the stallion above her, his hot breath still pouring over her neck in jet like bursts timed with his thrusting exertions. Jackpot’s cock was completely filling her tight little asshole, even with only the fat knob of his cockhead inside. He was slapping her buttocks, each strike sending shivers through her spine.... and his scent, his very presence was making her swoon from the raw effects of the ZESPER.

She was now totally his.

Trixie groaned. Her eyes shut with pleasure. She mewled, trying to hump backwards with plaintive, little thrusts... careful not to hump too eagerly... because of the raw, thick size of the stallion inside her. She focused on the sensations: the feel of her ass being completely full... the feel of throbbing stallionflesh dumping copious pre-cum into her bottom... the burning throbs of her clitoris as her marehood clenched open and shut again... and again - begging to be filled.

“More! Work that ass, Trixie!” Jackpot growled playfully, bringing yet another slap against Trixie’s flank. Barely any of his cock was inside her - but he held off from driving his hips forward. He wanted Trixie to determine just how much of his dick she could handle… few mares could even take any of him into their tailholes. Jackpot knew that Trixie wanted him in her marehood, that her body and mind were going mad for him to fuck her marehood silly… helped along with the pressure of the ZESPER… which is why his plan was to deny her that relief, and drive her even WILDER.

Trixie drew a gasping, shuddering breath… she was whimpering slightly under Jackpot’s encouraging flank-slaps... her tail was flicking back and forth in panic. She was in full fight or flight mode: her body now completely subject to the will of her stallion. She grinded her butt backwards, powerful hips pivoting slightly left... right...up and down… all with the aim of squeezing a bit more of Jackpot’s girth into her tailhole.

“Good mare!” Jackpot grunted, taking his hooves off of Trixie’s hips entirely, letting the little filly work herself against him at her own pace. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Now... I want you to cum for me, Trixie…”

Trixie whimpered again. She was in a full state of panic-lust now. She had no idea what else she could do! She was grinding her hips faster, but she couldn’t fit any more than the first inch of cockshaft into her stretched out ponut.

“Good girl!” Jackpot hummed into the whimpering mare’s ear, igniting his horn and bringing a buzzing magical field he’d conjured into position over Trixie’s winking clitoris. “Cum... my little filly!”

Trixie tilted her head up in surprise, gasping aloud. “B-BUCK!”

Jackpot used the higher angle of her head to slide his mouth onto Trixie’s horn, running his tongue over the delicate magic-channeling groove at the tip… fellating her unicorn horn: something Trixie had never experienced before.

“F-FUCK! I’m CUMMINGNnnggghhh” Trixie groaned out, her asshole clenching and unclenching around Jackpot - her body spasming at the assault on her senses from three sources of erotic pleasure. It was like three controlled explosions went off simultaneously... in her clit, her ass, her horn… the crashing waves wracking her with alternating tension and relaxation.

Jackpot grunted: the feel of Trixie’s clumsily clenching tailhole was making him buck his hips. He felt his balls get splattered in hot, wet, sticky fluid - Trixie was squirting like a broken drinking fountain… each gush in-time with her convulsions. Inside his mouth, he felt the tingling, sulfuric-taste of magical unicorn-mare energy as Trixie’s stored thaumic energy popped again - a spicy-sweet spray of spellcraft that lit the inside of his cheeks. He could feel the winking clitoris in his vibrating magical field become completely overloaded with sensation - jamming itself outward in a constant, never-ending wink.

“Good girl!” Jackpot grunted, as he continued to buck slightly into Trixie, feeling his own orgasm building. “Now, *Hunghf!* ...for your reward…” Jackpot clenched his eyes and squeezed his lower body, his testicles rising as the telltale cascade of tension and discomfort that would come prior to his euphoric release burned through him like a fuse on a stick of dynamite. “Get ready, Trixie… I’m cumming!”

Jackpot groaned and strained… but nothing happened. “Wh-what!?” He moaned, painfully… his cock was aching, demanding release.

Jackpot felt a single point, pressing at the base of his shaft, underneath his body, close to his balls. Looking down, he saw Trixie’s horn, the one that he had just been fellating… it was lit… she was casting something.

“T-trixie!?” He groaned, struggling and humping in vain against her block on his ejaculation. “L-let me... “

“Nghnnnoo....” Trixie mewled, grinding her face back into the cushion as she struggled to recover from the orgasm still reverberating through her. “Nghnnoot i-in m-my ass… f-fuck Trixie’s pussy… make her your mare. Give Trixie your foal!”

Jackpot whined with discomfort, his cock slipping out of Trixie’s asshole with an audible *POP* and a trickle of his precum. He always worried about knocking up mares while on ZESPER. But… his caution was being overwhelmed by a rising tide of emotion, desire, lust… instinct.

“Rnngh-rut Trixie’s p-pussy.” Trixie moaned, her slick, hungry, cunt quivering as she waggled her hips.

There was no way Jackpot could stay rational and maintain his composure about such trivial things as ‘consequences’ at a time like this. No stallion could. Not with the broodmare of their dreams’s pussy winking and drooling in their face… Jackpot quickly used a flash of his magic to clean his cockhead of all the juice from Trixie’s asshole, a handy spell to sterilize his penis when swapping orifices… then placed it against Trixie’s grasping, hungry folds.

“Y-yess… fuck me… Jackpot… fuck me!”

Jackpot leaned over Trixie once more, resting his body weight on her back, aligning his fat cockhead’s knobby flare with her tight marehood’s opening. He pressed down with all of his muscles against her... grinding his chin into her neck and his chest into her back… even as he thrust his throbbing cockslit against the sticky folds of Trixie’s pink, hot, cunt-lips.
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“OH F-FUCK… Y-you’re t-too b-b-BIG!” Trixie yelled out.

Her marehood’s lips were being pressed outwards, the swollen and sticky flesh of her arousal being spread outward by Jackpot’s invading cock into her flanks, smushing against her ass cheeks from the raw force of Jackpot’s constant, unending thrust. Agonizingly, Trixie’s tight-blue, slick cuntlips slowly began to part, spreading to permit the massive dome of Jackpot’s flare inside her steaming snatch.

“I-it won’t FIT!”

Jackpot couldn’t hear anything. His mind had reverted to that of a prehistoric alpha horse-lord at this point... his mind was that of an ancient stud stallion mounting a wild mare from his harem in the steppes of some pre-Equestrian plain, millions of years ago before magic or logic existed.. when all that existed was biological need - to break in a new brood-mare… to breed her… to slap wet flesh against wet flesh.. There was no way he wouldn’t pass on his seed, his progeny. He would not be denied.

With a nicker, Jackpot nipped out at Trixie’s neck, getting a solid bit of flesh between his teeth.

Trixie whinnied in reply, struggling under the sudden and wild actions of her stud. Her mind was totally awash in pleasure and fear… and her body was betraying what was left of her rational mind. Bucking her hips with abandon, thrashing like a madmare, she was still unable to move under the heavier stallion’s relentless assault… but her marehood knew what to do… a throbbing wink of her clitoris shot out, a desperate final attempt... pushing her delicate bud against the underside of Jackpot’s rigid flare and slicking his flesh with her love-honey… and spreading her ever so slightly wider…

Letting him slip inside.

Trixie was instantly shocked. Stunned. Winded. It felt like she’d been punched in the gut.

Unlike when he’d fucked her tailhole, Jackpot’s monstrous cock had nothing to stop it up or jam it from going further... inch after fat inch of throbbing dick slid deep into Trixie’s marehood, spreading her… stretching her… changing her… A solid 8 inches of meat had thrust into her within 3 seconds of Jackpot penetrating her, sliding him all the way to his terrifyingly large medial ring with a loud squelching schlick.

Trixie felt her body wrap and coil itself around the bumpy, veiny cock fucking her… her delicate but powerful walls caressing and twisting around the stallion. Her body was wracked with sensations that shot from the base of her horn, shooting down to her teats, to her clitoris, to the thrumming depths of her vagina… the delicate edge of losing herself to the insanity of lust Trixie been riding was crossed over again and again as her orgasms came in waves… shuddering with eye-rolling and twitching pleasure from the studs deep penetration.

Jackpot felt the splatter of marejuice against his lower shaft and balls… but it was a dim and distant second to the incredible vise-like tightness that encapsulated half of his shaft. He’d had tight teenage college-mare earth-ponies, slender supermodel unicorns, hyper-athletic sport-star pegasi… but nothing could compare to Trixie’s pussy. Her clenching pink love tunnel kissed and milked his cock, creating a perfect mixture of crushing, gripping muscular power and hot, wet, gushing lubrication.

Some small part of his mind thought about screaming out how tight she was, or how good this felt… but all agency in his actions were washed away by the crushing tidal wave of pure stallion instinct. He was there to breed his mare. Nothing more. Nothing else would distract him.

Sensing that Trixie would not be able to get the rest of his organ into her on her own, Jackpot’s hips began to withdraw. The sucking grasp of Trixie’s engorged marehood was incredible... but ultimately overcome by the sinewy strength of his powerful hind legs. He pulled back, with obscene *SCHLORPING* and sucking sounds… all the way to the edge of his flare. Trixie’s cuntlips spread painfully tight over the fat ridge as he pulled it outwards. Trixie’s hips and tail lashed beneath her in blissful agony - a strange mix of void that needed to be filled and relief at not being so painfully stuffed… before Jackpot slammed back into her brutally.

Trixie whinnied, eyes rolling wildly in different directions as Jackpot drove into her, slamming back into her cunt.

Then withdrawing. Then slamming.

Again and again.

Her mind was roiling, burning away under the overheating fires of passionate lust as her orgasm came again and again, until her quivering shudders became a constant stream of convulsions. ‘I-I’m… I’m going to l-lose my m-mind!!!’ Trixie’s last conscious thought screamed out, before it too was washed away in a dangerous mixture of pheromones, hormones, neurochemicals, ZESPER, and pure, undistilled pleasure.

All Trixie had left was raw physical sensation.

Balls slapping against her winking clitoris.

Her tongue lolling out of her mouth.

Her pussylips straining, as the flare withdrew from her.

Her eyes fluttering in the back of her head.

Her womb kissing at the invading penis’s cockslit.

Sweat dripping from her brow, from her chest, her back, her flanks.

Her lips finally parting to permit Jackpot’s medial ring to stuff itself inside her, slamming his cockhead against her cervix.

Her tail lashing wildly, erratically, thwapping against Jackpot’s chest.

Her cervix permitting Jackpot’s massive stallionhood to slam into her fully... permitting him into her most intimate depths.

Jackpot’s teeth pinching her neck-flesh.

The sharp strain of his and her screams filling the air…

And finally… the feel of Jackpot’s cock going even more rigid, as his flare fattened and stiffened even harder... which could only mean one thing: release.

Jackpot felt his orgasm hit him like a semi-truck. Waves of pure, chemical pleasure, more concentrated than any illicit substance could attempt to recreate. A true satiating of his every whim, his every instinct, his biology, his very soul. Rope after rope of splattering batter shot from his cock in red-hot geysers, filling his mare. His balls clenched again, and again.

At first Jackpot had to hold down Trixie with every ounce of his strength as she bucked and whinnied beneath him, as her body was filled completely with his sperm. Both pony’s orgasms spilled from their horns, filling the room with miniature sparkling explosions. Finally, as he went on and on, firing spurt after spurt in her womb, Trixie seemed to lose her muscle tone, entering a euphoric mewling state. She was cooing now, a deep-seeded contentedness forming in her heart as her belly began to bulge and fatten with each pump and ejaculation of Jackpot’s massive load into the deepest recesses of her body.

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It took a few minutes before Jackpot’s orgasm finally subsided… and that was when all strength left him. He collapsed with a wet tumble on top of his freshly cum-stuffed little broodmare: their drenched, sweaty fur soppingly mashing into each other as they gasped for air.

After what felt like an eternity (though in truth it was only 5 minutes), Jackpot rolled off of Trixie, his softened, half-erect penis still stuck inside her clenched-tight cunt.

“C-careful…” Trixie moaned, “y-you’ll make a..” She was cut off by a loud *POP* Trixie and Jackpot separated. A gushing splatter of thick, creamy spooge spilled from Trixie’s marehood, gooping down the edge of the couch and to the floor below in an obscenely thick waterfall.

“Noooo….” Trixie whined, “Trixie wanted to keep all of your batter…” She rolled onto her back, spreading her hips and exposing her teats and drooling cunt to her lover. “Trixie will be sure to bear a healthy foal.”

Jackpot’s eyes lit up and he climbed over the couch with difficulty, wrapping his hooves around the blue unicorn to snuggle into the sexy little-mare. “I’m sure you will, my love.”

Trixie’s reciprocated Jackpot’s affection with a little lick to his nuzzle before she lit her magical field weakly, carefully lifting Jackpot’s fat, semi-flaccid, sticky penis with a playful tug. “How long before we can go again?”

Jackpot chuckled and groaned, if only he was a younger stallion! He hoped the ZESPER was still in his system… but still, with such a beauty like this asking him? There was only one answer he could give.

“Not long.”

“Oh-oh… y-you know… m-magic convention…” Trixie nervously stammered. She was trying very hard not to think about the sloshing cum she could still feel in her marehood, the burning sticky-precum sensation in her tailhole, the taste of stallion-juice still in her mouth… all of which belonged to her DAD!

“Well that’s nice!” Dandy Lion smiled, looking at the two with joy. “Though you could have told me! I had planned for this reunion to be a big surprise, at dinner tonight!”

“O-oh don’t you worry… it was a surprise alright, mom.” Trixie chuckled. She looked over at Jackpot, who seemed to only be able to stare forward at a point ten-thousand miles in the distance. It was clear that his brain had experienced a fatal error and had not yet rebooted.

“B-but unfortunately Mom, Jackpot… I mean d-dad and I need to get back to the convention… I have to… give a speech!” She grabbed the hoof of the still staring and short-circuited Jackpot by the hoof, pulling him away. “I’ll talk to you later!”

Dandy Lion looked a bit perplexed, but waved happily at the departing blue ponies. “OK! Have fun bonding you two! And moon-bum, remember to bring your ‘big-banana’ lovercolt to dinner!’

Dandy failed to notice the cringing shudder ripple through both of the escaping ponies.

Trixie slammed Jackpot into the wall of his hotel room, pressing her angry face close to the stallion’s hyperventilating muzzle to get his attention. “CALM down.”

“B-but w-we are… and th-then y-you… m-me…”

“Yes. We are… and yes… we did.” Trixie groaned. “But losing our heads over this won’t help anypony! We have to think, calmly!”

“I-I… I have to… s-sit... phew… OK I think I can handle this…” Jackpot strained, shakily getting control of his voice as he got his breathing under control.

“Good! Trixie can’t have you losing it right now!” *PING* A sound blasted out of Trixie’s saddlebags, piercing the relative quiet of the hotel suite and getting the attention of both ponies.

“Wh-what was that?” Jackpot asked, with an arched eyebrow.

Trixie levitated out the Star Swirl brand pregnancy test from her saddlebag, hovering it up in front of her face so that she could read it. “My pregnancy test just let me know that it’s finished its analysis…”

Jackpot felt his heart stop, he hadn’t even thought about THAT yet. “Wh-what does it say?”

Trixie shakily smiled with an embarrassed blush. “C-congratulations…” She held up the pregnancy test’s screen, which showed a checkmark and a foal, with an expected date 11 months from then. “You’re gonna be a father… and a grandfather.”

“Ohgodohgodohgodohgod…” Jackpot put both his hooves to his head and began breathing heavily again.

Trixie reached a hoof out to the older stallion. “Jackpot… Daddy-”

“DON’T CALL ME THAT! OH GODDESSES, I STUCK MY DICK IN MY DAUGHTER’S ASSHOLE!” Jackpot began to pace back and forth, sweating nervously. “They’re gonna send me to TARTARUS! I FILLED MY DAUGHTER UP UNTIL SHE GOT PREGNANT! LUNA WAKE ME!”

“Shh shh shh…” Trixie put a hoof on Jackpot’s arm, slowing his pacing. “It-it’s gonna be OK… somehow!”

Jackpot’s eyes were wild, his nostrils flaring wide with adrenaline, his muscles coiling and uncoiling as he tried to contain his panic. “HOW!? HOW WILL IT POSSIBL-”

“What the hay is that?” Trixie interrupted, pointing down toward Jackpot’s groin. His stallionhood was spilling out of his sheath, filling and drooping down to the floor as it quickly began to throb with his blood... fattening and becoming a long dark blue sex-sausage.

“IT HAPPENS WHEN I GET NERVOUS, I CAN’T CONTROL IT!” Jackpot shouted, still using too much volume, while throwing his forehooves up in the air. Down below his waist, Jackpot’s stallionhood had finished spilling out and was now beginning to stiffen up, pumping fuller and lifting skyward with each rapid-fire heartbeat... like a lewd flagpole, as it tilted up and up and up.

Trixie couldn’t take her eyes off of it. “Th-that’s really not the best nervous tic for a stage-pony to have, is it…?” She watched as the cock of her dreams, the one that had so completely satisfied her the night prior, reached its full glory before her eyes. She bit her lip, in an attempt to stifle her burning desire.

“BY CELESTIA’S FAT ASS, WE’RE GOING TO JAIL. I’M GOING TO JAIL!” Jackpot’s trembles became shudders as his hyperventilation overtook him.

Trixie could only look at that wonderful cockhead. Her father’s cockhead. With its big, drooling slit, just begging to be serviced.

‘Buck it.’ Trixie thought.

“THEY’RE GOING TO BREAK MY HORN OFF! THEY”LL PUT ME IN WITH THOSE FUTA-MARES WHO’LL BEND ME OVER AND MAKE ME THEIR BBuuuhh?” Jackpot’s rambling was interrupted by a warm, tingling sensation engulfing his cock. He looked down at his stallionhood, which was now encased in a blue glow, softly stroking from the bottom of his shaft to right below his flare’s ridge. He looked over at his daughter’s face, which gazed back at him with a naughty smirk. “Wh-what? Trixie? What are you doing?”

“Giving you a nice... calming... magic-job…” Trixie cooed, as she continued to stroke her father’s long cock smoothly with her magic’s gentle caress.

“HNghh… st-stop! Y-you can’t!” Jackpot stumbled backwards, his forehooves grasping and bracing against the wall he’d fallen against for support to keep him standing up on his hind-legs. “We can’t!”

“Can’t what?” Trixie teased, following his backward stumble with a sultry, hip-tilting stride. “I don’t know about you, but last night was life-changing. I’m not about to give THIS up for anything... daddy.”

“We c-can’t…” Jackpot moaned, less insistently now. A dribble of precum slid from his cockhead and trickled down his shaft.

“Oh really?” Trixie sighed, snapping off her magic. “No magic jobs?” She put her right hoof onto his hot flesh, running it up and down the length of her father’s dark blue stallionhood with gentle, exploratory pumps. “What about hoof-jobs? No?” She pulled her hoof off of his fat flare with a flick, letting his cock bob back to hit him in the belly.

“Tr-trixie… please...” Jackpot groaned, no longer sure if he was begging her to stop or continue.

“Guess if there’s no hoof-jobs or magic-jobs on the table... I’ll just have to…” Trixie leaned forward, opened her mouth and took her father’s knob into her muzzle with a big, swallowing lick.

“F-fuck! Celestia forgive me!” Jackpot groaned. He reached his hooves forward and put them on the back of his daughter’s head as her tongue lavished his flare inside her muzzle with long, twisting licks. “Gah! T-trixie!” Jackpot threw his head back.

Trixie looked up at him with her bright purple eyes as she worked the head of her father’s fat stallionhood. She was barely able to fit the fat flare inside her jaw... so she worked just under his ridge with little suckling kisses, trying to tease him with rapid movements of her lips and tongue on his most sensitive areas instead of attempting to engulf this monstrosity of a penis.

Though she’d teased that she would not use her hooves, Trixie wasted little time before bringing her hooves to her dad’s dick, pumping his shaft with the strength in both of her arms. She quickly broke her other tease about no magic-jobs too, igniting her horn and wrapping her father’s big blue testicles in her magical field, warming and massaging them ever so slightly, tugging them lightly in time with her wet kisses as she suckled his cock.

“Trixie!” Jackpot groaned, opening his eyes to see his daughter’s eager, lusty face turned up at him as she sucked his stallionhood, pumped it, magicked his balls. He gripped her mane, holding her head as the eager mare bobbed up and down faster and faster, coaxing him to blow.

Knowing she had him, Trixie decided to pull a naughty little trick. One she’d learned from Starlight’s friend, Rarity. The fashionista claimed it would drive any stallion wild. Sliding her magic off of her father’s balls, Trixie moved her field underneath him... up to his tailhole, making him squeak with surprise as she tickled his pucker..

“Wh-what are you doiNGH!?”

She didn’t give him any time to react, thinning her magic into a slender tendril that pushed into her dad’s asshole, snaking up to a particularly thin part of his anus’s delicate membrane, pressing through the fleshy wall against the prostate gland on the other side, milking it and all the delicious stallion batter within, coaxing it to unload.

“HNNNnngg TRIXIE!” Jackpot’s hooves clenched harder into his daughter’s mane as he began to cum. He looked down with wonder as Trixie released his cock and leaned back, opening her mouth. He began to spray. Rope after rope of hot, thick lines flung out and across her face. The thick lines landed across her hair and chest, her muzzle… into her open mouth, onto her tongue. He kept cumming on his daughter, his little girl. Painting her.

Marking her.

She was his.

“MMmm…*GULP* thank you Jackpot.” Trixie moaned, swallowing the spurts that had landed in her mouth, “Thank you… *GULP* Daddy.”

Jackpot panted, catching his breath. His cock still bounced in front of him, trickling a small stream of cum which trailed down his shaft and dripped to the hotel floor below. “N-now wh-what?”

Trixie raised her eyebrows. “Now, dad… now you take Trixie over to the bed and pound her little plot until dinnertime with mom.” Trixie got up and walked toward the bedroom, her tail flagging high and exposing her dripping, winking marehood, pausing to look over her shoulder with a sexy glance, her tail whisking back and forth sexily, sending her musk throughout the room.

“Well, are you coming, daddy?”

Jackpot swallowed, and trotted along after her.

Hours later.

The squelching, slapping sounds of rough, animalistic sex filled the Princessdential suite, punctuated only by groans and moans. Any room-service pony or maid entering the door would have been absolutely overpowered by the potent smell of pure fucking saturating the room... but the DO NOT DISTURB sign and the grunts and groans audible from the hallway were enough of a warning against that.

Trixie had her forehooves up on the edge of the red, velvet-sheet covered Princess-Size bed. She stared down idly at the positive pregnancy indicator as her father mounted her from behind, pony-style, slamming his hips into her with continuous and violently powerful thrusts that splattered their wet, sticky juices to the floor below.

“I-I can’t believe I’ve been sleeping with my own father!” Trixie groaned, as Jackpot hilted in her drooling pussy, over and over.

Jackpot grimaced and looked down at his naughty little girl, who had seduced him into a multi-hour fuckfest. “Why are you still talking me into this!?” He asked, rhetorically of course... the winking, milking squeezes of his daughter’s cunt were more than enough answer to his question. To any question, really.

Trixie felt her body betray her again, shooting her full of endorphins as another orgasm began to rear its beautiful, powerful, wonderful head. “I DON’T KNOW! I’M ADDICTED TO THIS DICK! AND I’M ALREADY PREGNANT!” She shouted. The exertion of screaming the raunchy truth pushed her over the edge and she buried her head into the bedsheets with embarrassed frustration as she began cumming on her father’s fat cock for the tenth time that day.

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As the two ponies moaned in unison, with Trixie feeling her father’s flare fattening and stiffening once again, starting to pump her already pregnant womb with more foal-batter, neither noticed a sound coming from the front hallway.

After a tentative knock. the front door to the suite opened, Dandy Lion pushed open the door and looked around the suite’s foyer, her nose already starting to crinkle at the assault of potent, active pheromones hanging in the air like a fog.

“Jackpot? Are you in here? The front desk said that this was your suite, I was wondering if we could talk before dinner!”

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Author's Note

If you're enjoying the fic, please like and favorite!

First off, a BIG thank-you to my proofreader, SviMik... and the artist of the fantastic pictures, Appel!

This was such a blast to write!

Trixie is literally my favorite canon character, so when her father popped up... I basically KNEW that I would eventually be writing this fic.

The fact that I was able to coordinate this with the excellent Shake as part of a plan to flood fimfic with two Jackpot x Trixie fics in a big father's day release extravaganza just made it even MORE fun.

I can't wait to read his fic, and hopefully he'll enjoy this one!

Have plenty of fun in the comments! And wish your own father a happy father's day!