Five seconds to atmospheric re-entry!

Apogee’s computer blared at her, sweat pouring down her brow in her cramped command module. Already pink trails of plasma were licking along the exterior of her spacecraft’s hull, shining with an eerie neon glow against the black starry sky outside her window.

Apogee bit her lip, as the entirety of the spacecraft began to tumble and roll, sparks and pops exploding across her control readout and among the crevices of the many-odd buttons, switches, dials, knobs, wheels, and joysticks.

You have no idea what you’re doing, do you?

Apogee shouted aloud, her hoof slamming against the seat belt latch, popping her free of her restraints. She immediately bonked her head against the control panel. Knocking her slightly senseless, despite her large, bubble-glass helmet.

Ouch! Watch it! Honestly, I’d bail out if I were you!

Apogee panicked, grabbing the handle of the capsule, jerking it back, only for the door to explode outwards, immediately sucking her out into the cold atmosphere, plummeting toward Equus at hypersonic velocities. “Gaaaaaah!” She screamed aloud, hooves and wings flailing out against the building ball of plasma all around her from the atmospheric heating. Her suit began to tear off in several places, eventually leaving her as nothing more than a plummeting yellow pegasus filly.

Much to her embarrassment, it appeared that her cute, little, freckled plot happened to be her center of mass. Very quickly, she flipped head over pert, well-shaped teakettle...falling butt-first through the sky.

“Heeeeeeeelp!” Apogee cried out, as the heat around her rear began to grow in waves, the fire spreading like an inferno as she streaked through the bright blue sky. “Anybody! Pleaaaaaaase!” Apogee cried out in fear, before looking over her shoulder to see just where she was headed. Below her, she could see her spacecraft burning up to a tiny cinder far above the Las Pegasus sky. The cloud-based desert city stretched out below her, and her terrified eyes quickly sought out the familiar tower she knew so well: home.

There it was! If she could just maneuver, using her wings and her tail… she could steer toward it! And was that… on the balcony…? Yes! A giant bowl of cereal! Boop-a-roops and milk. She could see her mother carefully getting the bowl into place so that her trajectory would end up right inside it. If she could just avoid the damn silver spoon!

*SPLASH*

Apogee plunged butt-first into the warm, frothy milk, nearly hitting the bottom of the bowl before kicking up to the surface with a desperate gasp for air, her mane, and fur soaked with milk and little boop-a-roop O’s all over her.

“Mom!” She shouted gleefully, kicking over to the side of the pool-sized bowl of cereal, “you saved me!”

Delta chuckled, ruffling her daughter’s soaking mane. “Nice landing kiddo, you did awesome. Now get outta there so we can dry you off and go inside and see your dad.” She held out a big, fluffy white towel, emblazoned with the characters of her favorite childhood show: Potato Ponies.

“Thanks, Mom!” Apogee squeaked, hopping out of the pool. Shaking herself off like a wet dog, Apogee was quickly wrapped up by her mother in the towel.

“Who’s my little snuggle-sausage?” Delta giggled, as she tightened the towel tighter and tighter, wrapping Apogee up in a big hug before nuzzling Apogee on her adorable nose.

“I am!” Apogee chirped happily, embraced by both the warm towel and her loving mother. “I love you mom!”

“I love you too, kiddo… I’m so proud of you!” Delta nuzzled her again. “Now you get inside! Your father is finishing up your birthday cake, and all your hearth's-warming presents haven’t been opened yet!” Delta gave her a slap on the rear to get her headed inside. Apogee felt the shockwave of the slap reverberate through her butt, the sensation of playful, sharp, stinging sensation ringing through her loins, reminding her of how the re-entry had warmed her so intimately. The filly’s face blushed, her tail swishing as she trotted happily into the foyer of her father’s luxury apartment.

“Hey Dad!” Apogee crowed. “I’m home!”

“I’m in the kitchen Apogee!” Jet’s familiar, welcoming baritone voice filled the apartment.

“Oh hey Dad!” Apogee chirped, her eyes going over the beautiful hearth’s-warming tree and the many beautiful, well-wrapped presents underneath its boughs. “I thought you had to work late all this week?”

“Good news honey!” Jet smiled, turning around from the oven he was monitoring with a beaming smile. “I’ve decided I’ve got enough money for the rest of forever, and I retired! Now I can spend every day at home with you!”

Apogee squeed, dancing on her hooves with joy. “Dad that’s awesome! And whatever you’re cooking smells amazing... what is it?”

“I’m glad you asked!” Jet smiled, opening the oven and pulling out several trays.

A giant cucumber, a 3-foot long sausage, an eggplant, a thick Prench baguette, and a massive corn-dog were all placed in front of her on the kitchen counter, causing the filly to shift her rear legs uncomfortably before looking at her father with a raised eyebrow.

“Uh, dad?”

“Yes, honey?”

“Wouldn’t you say that some of these things are a little… well…” Apogee shifted uncomfortably, unsure of how to say what she was thinking.

“Yes?”

“...well… small?” Apogee gasped out, her breath releasing a steamy huff with the enunciation of the world small.

“That’s my greedy little girl! My honey-bunny needs her dad to give her the really big stuff, doesn’t she?” Jet chuckled, sliding an oven-mitt onto one of his hooves.

Apogee nodded enthusiastically. “Give it to me dad!”

“Here you go hun!” Jet chuckled, opening the oven and releasing a could of black smoke that quickly raced upward and outward through the kitchen, bringing with it the oakiest, masculine scents. “It’s just for you!” He turned and placed a gigantic cake, so long and wide that it couldn’t possibly have fit inside the oven, laying it in front of the eager little filly with a sound effect akin to a *THWAP*.

Apogee’s hungry eyes raced over the chocolate cake, a long, thick, cylindrically shaped tube of pastry that was just the slightest shade of off-color dark brown. The thick girth of the cake tapered only slightly (except for a small bump about halfway up) ending with a rounded top, pointed right at the hungry filly’s face.

“Happy birthday honey! I know it’s your favorite flavor!” Jet grinned with joy.

“Aww… no whipped cream?” Apogee pouted.

Jet chuckled and shook his head, pulling out a little can of whipped cream and began to liberally spray puffs of the cream on the end of the cake. “I forgot just how much you love this stuff.”

Apogee nodded enthusiastically, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue. “Shoot some for me dad!”

Jet laughed even louder, firing some of the cream through the air at his silly daughter. Apogee chuckled as she began to wipe her face of the thick creamy foam her father had shot all over her.

“Wow Dad, I don’t know if I’ll be able to take on such a big cake all by myself.” Apogee’s wings fluttered with building excitement.

“Oh don’t be silly honey, your mom and you have managed this size of cake many a time now.” Jet chuckled, putting both of his big, strong hooves on the kitchen counter and staring mischievously across the surface at his daughter.

“Still, I wish that I had a friend who could help me tackle this thing.” Apogee grinned at her father.

Just at that moment, a mop of dark reddish brown hair appeared from under the kitchen counter, as her best friend Diz’s head popped into view, directly across from her. She seemed to be positioned right in front of her father, between his hooves, her small back barely reaching the underside of her father’s chest and belly.

“H-hi Gee!” Diz smiled slightly, though she seemed to be wincing every other second, her left eye twitching and rolling slightly.

“Diz!” Apogee shot her hooves up in surprise and joy. She hadn’t been expecting to see her best friend here, let alone right underneath her father. Apogee noticed now that her father’s hips seemed to be slowly gyrating back and forth, in time with her friend’s winces. “What are you doing here!?”

“H-huh? Unmmf!” Diz bit her lip slightly and her tail thrashed under Apogee’s father, the little earth-filly’s hooves slipped slightly. “Oo-oh… y-your… dad is just… hng… showing me… mmm! H-how to put a bun… in the… oh celestia.... Oven!” Diz whined out as Apogee noticed her father grinning calmly while looking down at the smaller pony, his powerful hips continuing to make their rocking motion.

“Oh! That’s awesome! I can’t believe you’re also here for my Hearth's-Warming-birthday!” Apogee squealed.

“Oh, she wouldn’t miss it honey.” Jet grinned. His rocking movements now making strange, wet and loud *PLAP* sounds come from the other side of the counter. “And I’m gonna use the opportunity to fill your friend up with cake… and… whipped… mmmgghh…. CREAM.”

Apogee covered her mouth with a hoof. Her father had stopped all movements, simply shoving her friend against the edge of the counter, making poor Diz’s eyes seem to pop out from her face. Out of nowhere, the whipped cream can started to suddenly fire, sending spurts of cream in burst after burst, all while Diz groaned and drooled onto the marble countertop.

“Mmm…. I… l-love… c-cream…” The filly’s eyes shut as she passed out blissfully.

“Hey, kiddo!” Apogee heard her mother’s voice from behind her and wheeled about, turning to see her mother hop up onto the large sectional couch in the living room and pat the cushion next to her. “There’ll be plenty of time to stuff yourself with your dad’s baked goods later! You get your little butt over here and open your presents!”

Apogee squealed with delight again, throwing the towel off of her and trotting over to the central living room, past the warm, crackling fire and over to the ornately decorated Hearth’s-warming tree, each decoration was some type of spaceship, and they crackled and popped with burning thrusters as they strained at their fastening hooks. Beneath the tree sat a pile of presents, each the same size: stereotypical large boxes about the dimensions of a volleyball. They were wrapped ornately with red, green and gold foil paper… all were capped off with intricate silk ribbons tied into beautiful bows.

“Oh wow, guys! Which one should I start with?” The filly pranced on her hooftips, prodding one of the gift boxes.

“Whatever one you want honey!” Jet chuckled as he came around the kitchen counter to join the festivities in the living room. Apogee noticed with a strange look that her friend Diz was still suspended under her father somehow, passed out, hooves dangling off the floor. Something was keeping her connected to her father, her back pressed against his belly. He took a seat, propping the sleeping earth-filly up in his lap. “You’ll be opening all of them anyway!”

Apogee chirped with joy and grabbed the box, planting her rear on the comfortable cushion, snuggling in between her two smiling laughing presents. She pulled the bow and lifted the box top, and a swirl of color exploded from the container, drawing her vision into the vortex and whisking her away to another world.

But which box had she chosen? What world would she be sent to?

That is up to YOU to decide! (CHOOSE A CHAPTER!)

Author's Note

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It means a lot to me, that's why I write!

Well, this is my first attempt at a 'crackfic'... having some fun with pure crazy wish fulfillment. You're about to see this thing get kicked into overdrive: a number of different kinks, fetishes, and debauched ideas were pitched on the derpibooru forums. If something got cut, or your idea didn't make it in... I apologize!

I'd love it if your comments below were to take the form of a psychiatrist reviewing Apogee's dream... like:

Hmm... very interesting Ms. Apogee... I wonder if the cake shape represents your addiction to your father's biggol donger? Tell me... how do dicks make you feel?

I can only imagine just how insane you lovely fimfic commenters would all be as therapists with a cute pone like gee on your couch!

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