Scotch Tape fidgeted in her seat, pointedly trying to ignore the stallion sitting next to her inside the fuselage of the rocket. It's been awhile since they found Blackjack, once again, cuddled up next to her Blank body.

Scotch was fresh off another cry session, and sat in numb silence next to Bastard; the black trench coat-wearing hitpony stallion they saved from the moon blowing up.

After Blackjack passed out from a panic attack, they got into a heated argument, and Scotch Tape said some things she now regretted.

Bastard was sitting with his head hanging back over the bench headrest, enjoying another cigarette; it's wispy trail of smoke floated above them.

Scotch found it difficult to look at him as she apologized. "Hey, um, I'm sorry about what I said, I didn't-"

"Didn't mean it?" He drawled at the ceiling of their rocket ship.

Scotch Tape layed her ears back at him, looking miffed, then sighed pensively. "You don't deserve to die, I'm really sorry; I just got so mad at you, and Blackjack, at everything, and it just sort of... came out." She looked up innocently at him, expecting some forgiveness or backlash.

Bastard didn't react, and remained staring up at the ceiling. The light reflecting off his glossy black glasses made them look like two pale, featureless eyes. "It's alright, we all say stupid shit we don't mean from time-to-time. You miss your daddy, and wish it were me instead of him; saw that one coming a mile away... so... glad you got that out of your system." He sighed casually then used magic to take a drag off his cigarette to blow a smoke ring.

Scotch managed to smile. "Thank you, for talking with me, I mean; and listening, and stuff." Her cheeks burned, embarrassed by her attitude after leaning on him for comfort.

She had her head buried into his shoulder for hours after they left the moon. Then they talked, more crying and more awkward comfort. It was nice, until they started fighting. Now all she could feel was a warm fuzziness when looking at him.

Bastard talked around his cigarette. "Don't mention it, kid, you've been through a lot of bad shit in a short time for a filly your age." He seemed to withhold more, but Scotch wasn't going to push.

Kid... that word was like a rad-roach in her brain she just couldn't squash. She'd been through so much, seen so much, and did as much as any adult pony would do. She was practically a mare herself in all but body, and that was quickly catching up too; or so she thought. She's even had sex! Colts and fillys, some her age, some younger, some a little older.

Bastard had been kind of nice to her since they met, even though he was kind of a... bastard. Despite being under threat of death by Blackjack, Scotch felt like she could trust him regardless.

Looking him over, she saw that the petrel grey-ish-white Unicorn was rugged and thin like any other wastrel; having a small, but toned athletic build much like her daddy.

Images of her father superimposed themselves over Bastard's neutral-coated visage. P-21 had returned for just a moment in her eyes, then the pain of loss and greif emotions welled up again. It was like everything inside her was being twisted forever.

'If only dad was here. I want him back. I want him here. I just want him.'

She remember his gentle smile, the caring way he'd look at her. Knowing he was proud of her. A smile she'd never see again, except in memory.

'I need him. I need... something! A hug! Anything! I need... I want... I want to feel...'

Scotch fought against the rising tide of grief and loss; then those feelings ebbed as a thought occurred to her.

'I want to feel... good.'

It wasn't even a full day ago her father and Blackjack had sex in a space ship much like this. Sex was Blackjack's emotional reset button. Could it work for her?

Scotch didn't know what her own reset button was. She was sad, hurt, and empty, and angry, and a million other things at once; most of her spite was directed at Blackjack. But she had to acknowledge that Blackjack was always in a better place, physically and mentally after the act.

Her gaze shifted to the next row of seating in front of them, where the new and "improved" cyber alicorn Blackjack was cuddling up with her stupid, brain-dead Blank body. All in an effort to avoid Scotch. She was out for hours at a time, so there was plenty of time before she woke up again. If she ever would.

'Could it work for me?' Scotch wondered.

'Maybe, I could try it with him?' She thought, looking Bastard over in a different way as something stirred in her tummy. That familiar tingle she'd get when looking at a colt she liked, that feeling fought against and mixed with the twisting grief within. It wasn't better, but it was... something, at least.

He was probably as old as her daddy, more than a decade her age. 'He'll probably say I'm too young and say no anyway.' She frowned.

'Okay, here goes; worse that can happen is he'll say no and maybe barf.' Scotch thought bitterly, and took a breath to gain her confidence.

She tried to sound appreciative. "Thank you for helping me through this, uhm, would it be okay if- I mean- if you want, I could pay you back for, you know, for being so nice and putting up with me?" She fidgeted in her seat, her feelings pitched and yawed between wanting him to say no, and wanting him to say yes.

Bastard had his head hung back over the headrest, blowing smoke rings. "Oh yeah, you got a couple million Caps stashed somewhere? Cause that'd help me to settle my debts, which was the thing I gave up to save my hide from crazy over there." He asked without taking his eyes off the ceiling, and gestured vaguely over at Blackjack.

Scotch frowned then swallowed the lump forming in her throat, sending it down to the sickening pit of her tummy, and suggested apprehensively above a whisper. "N-no, but... We could have... sex?"

Bastard stopped mid-drag on his cigarette and looked at her from over his black sunglasses.

"You're serious?" he said more as a statement, raising a brow.

"I am." She replied, but felt as though she were falling. It definitely wasn't the lack of gravity.

He licked his lips in contemplation as he looked her over.

Scotch swallowed nervously. Bastard wasn't even hiding the fact he was checking her out. She followed his teal eyes as they roamed over her body, lingering around her rump the longest. She could practically feel his gaze. A shiver went up her spine, both exhilarating and violating, her tummy queasy and fluttery.

Bastard floated his cig above and behind them and spread his legs. Scotch looked down, seeing his sheath and sizeable orbs.

She'd never been with a grown pony before, and being older meant he'd have bigger equipment than colts her age. Scotch Tape had experience with a few colts and fillies back in Chapel, but the differences between them and Bastard were made immediately apparent.

Still, he was a far cry from her daddy, she'd snuck a few looks while he was extra relaxed, or eyeing up some stallion in town. Scotch often wondered if it was his role as a breeder that made them bigger. Knowing her dad had plenty of practice and skill, and she guiltily wanted to know her father's love in that way despite taboo. But now she'll never get a chance to, and would have to settle for a substitute.

Scotch's face flushed at his maleness, and spread her legs to show off her body in turn.

Bastard's gaze trailed between her thighs, where a pair of developing teats rested. Larger than he expected for a filly of her suspected age. Two perky hills rested between her legs. Soft filly mounds lighter in shade to the olive green around them; and her nips were near black with the barest shade of green on them as well.

Bastard admired her. 'Damn, Earthies sure grow 'em fast... fuck, if only you were a few years older, kid; some lucky colt will help you grow those out... well, fuck, we're really about to do this...'

He preferred a more matured mare, exotic ones with experience and a body to take all he has. Busty Broodmares with full figures, and udders to make a milk brahmin jealous. He would've never initiated it, but Bastard couldn't deny, he wanted to fuck this filly.

'Might be a shit rut, but I could go for some pussy; her daddy at least gave her a pretty mane, fuck-ugly coat though, definitely from the mom... still, the little slut is sexy where it counts." She had pretty blue eyes, her daddy's. Sexy lips. A cute round rump; and suck-able teats.

'She's asking for it, and that crazy alicorn bitch did say to give her anything she wanted... crazy as she is, she was right, we might die very soon, may as well see how far the little mare wants to take it; and besides, when else am I gonna get a chance at pussy on this short of notice?'

"You sure, kid?" He simply asked, expecting her to back out.

Scotch glanced at where Blackjack was hidden behind the seat, Bastard did the same. When their eyes met, he sensed a change in Scotch. It was as if she matured a few years in just hours.

"Yeah, I want this, and I'm not a kid, I've done this a few times already." She glowered.

Bastard blinked in surprise, then licked his teeth while putting out his cig. 'Snippy little firebolt. Fuck me, am I really about to rut a little filly, right after she just lost her daddy... yep, yes I am; fuck I'm such a bastard.'

He shifted to get more relaxed in his seat and spread his legs more. "Alright, let's see what you can do, little filly." He teased, smirking cockily at her annoyed expression.

Despite his needling, Scotch had to admit Bastard was kind of handsome, in a rough and tumble sort of way. And was glad he gave her the lead.

So she moved to kiss him.

Bastard was impressed that she didn't go straight for his crotch. Instead, Scotch saddled his thigh and planted a kiss on the side of his lips, while a small hoof made circles on his chest.

'Damn... She knows what she's doing, I'll give her that.'

Scotch traced his scruffy jawline with pecks, before he went in to get a taste of her lips in turn.

Scotch barely stood the dry smell of tobacco. His mouth tasted sour. But the feeling was getting her... somewhere. Everything inside her felt like a swirling, queasy mess. She tried to imagine it wasn't a stranger she met on the moon, instead she manifested her father's blue facade over Bastard's neutral-colored pallet.

'Daddy... I miss you so much, dad; just be with me, be with me.' Her snout buried into Bastard's neck as she straddled him, grinding her pussy against his thigh, her teats became erect and poked against his belly. She went for his mouth again, tonguing him deeply, lapping at each other together.

Bastard hummed, getting into it. 'Whoa, she's good, damn...' He matched her intensity, invading her smaller mouth with his; her mouth and tongue felt tiny by comparison and yielded to his advances easily.

She separated from him, staring and panting at Bastard's teal eyes over his black glasses. Blue eyes superimposed over them, intensely looking back at her behind its mirrored surface.

Bastard nipped at her neck as a hoof slid down her tummy, cupping against her mound and drawing circles over the hard teat.

'Oh daddy, yes touch-.' "Touch me..." Scotch gasped aloud in his mouth and sought out his attention, her hoof also moved down to paw at his package, seeing the knobby head was already poking out while he gave her hickeys. His dark, grey mottled cock grew, and grew, until it was limply resting against her thigh, reaching and arching over her rump.

She reached further to lift his weighty sack, holding his orbs as they overpoured around the flat of her hoof. She stroked his dark shaft as it grew, and hardened, then widened.

"Whoa." Scotch Tape looked dumbstruck at Bastard's tool.

Scotch expected him to be bigger, him being a full grown stallion, but she never knew just how much of a difference it would be compared to the colts her age. This wasn't some short, thin, little colt cock. Even the biggest colt was put to shame, she wasn't expecting a Unicorn to be so long and girthy.

In truth, Bastard was perfectly average, his length was only a couple inches than her foreleg, and his girth was nearly twice that of a colt.

Scotch could visibly see he was longer than a colt; but definitely not as long, nor as girthy, as her daddy. But, what Bastard lacked in length, he made up for in girth.

"Hope you're looser than you act, kid." Bastard smiled cockily, knowing she was having second thoughts.

Scotch looked annoyed. "I can handle it just fine."

"Turn around, present yourself."

"I thought I was in charge?" She pouted playfully.

Bastard eyerolled. "You are, I'm not going to do anything stupid that would lead to a crazy cyber alicorn mare to popping my head like a grape, this is... It's just my thing, okay? You can trust me, you'll like this."

Scotch reluctantly did as he asked, lowering her front half to lay her head on the bench seat, while presenting her rump to the stallion. She felt cold and passionless.

Bastard placed a hoof on her rump while stroking his semi-ridged member with magic, admiring her cute little tush.

'Fuck, her rump isn't much bigger than my hoof, damn springy and tight though; if only you were a little older, I'd plough you right proper.'

He willed magic to grasp Scotch by the base of her tail, then lifted it out of the way. Her filly snatch was a puffy oval shape, shorter and smaller overall compared to what he was used to. He spread her open, unveiling a curtain of bright healthy pink, leading into a tight, narrow hole.

And that's all she was to him, just a hole. No getting attached.

His attention shifted onto the color of her tail. Blue. Like the stallion he and others tried so hard to kill, but just couldn't for lack of luck, skill, or some fucked up form of destiny.

'He made a fine-looking pussy, I'll give him that.'

Bastard couldn't help but think how, just hours ago, he was trying to kill this girl's father and all her friends, maybe even her too. And now, here Bastard was molesting that stallion's little filly, about to fuck her brains out, maybe even impregnate her in the process.

Definitely would make top 10 of the most fucked up things he's ever done.

'Thanks for dying, dumb fuck, look at what your self-righteous death has gone and done. Leaving your underaged daughter a cock hungry slut, begging your would-be killer to pop a fat load in her cunt; Father of the year!'

In a messed up way, it did excite Bastard to small degree. He almost killed and even fought beside her father. And now he was going to rut that stallion's underaged daughter.

'What a fucked up life we live, kid.'

He wondered what future awaited Scotch. She was evidently loose and willing. Assuming she lived long enough. Bastard couldn't see her becoming anything more than a chem addicted whorse blowing stallions for one more hit in some brothel like in Flank. Maybe popping out foals like a broodmare, the ones that manage to survive being grown in her polluted womb.

So what did it matter to him? At least he got to try her before she was a disease-infested wretch. She asked for it, so that's supposed to make it okay, and they were probably going to die in a fireball once this hunk of junk got back to Equus.

Except, Bastard didn't feel it.

Because he couldn't just take advantage of her. She was young, and he was just the next life lesson. Since she was willing, then he could be okay with it, even eager for it; but there was the other one to consider.

His gaze snapped to where Blackjack was still cuddled up with that living copy of herself.

'Do her whatever she wants.'

'Fuck it.' He dove in and delivered a long lick up Scotch's slit, eliciting a gasp and tense shivers from the filly. 'She can set the pace, after I get a taste.'

Scotch was never with a pony as skilled as he was. The colts and fillies were always so timid and eager to get on with it, they scarcely gave more than a few licks. And none had developed a taste for it yet. She closed her eyes and imagined it was her father back there, licking and lapping at her hole.

Bastard held nothing back. His tongue was gliding up and down, over and inside her entrance. His wet muscle felt so big and broad by comparison of all the smaller, timid tongues she's had poke around back there. But Bastard didn't poke, he ate her. Constantly dipping down to lick over her clitoral hood, before moving up to spread and taste inside her slit, just to glide back down and tickle at her exposed, swelling bud with rapid flicks.

"Dahmmh," Scotch moaned incoherently, her rump pushing back, boosting Bastard's confidence to go further.

Whenever he spread her open, she had to fight the sensation to pee. He wouldn't just stick his tongue inside, no, he did so much more. Bastard would slurp at her juices, apply suction on her clit, and twist around in her vagina in seemingly random patterns.

She flexed, earning Bastard a hard, needy wink for his efforts; to which he enjoyed his reward by drinking in her fresh juices.

'Fuck, this is some fresh pussy.' Bastard noted just how clean she tasted.

He used his magic like a speculum, and opened her up all the way, peeking inside her moist pink tunnel. Scotch gasped. 'Yep, she ain't no virgin, pity for me; bet she'll still feel like one though.' Bastard grinned.

"Whoa, whoooahhh, shh," Scotch bared her teeth, suddenly feeling a tingle snake its way inside, before suddenly feeling full as she was spread wide open. Her clit winking like mad against the force filling her. "Like my magic trick?"

"Can't say I've ever experienced that." She pursed her lips, trying not to show how she enjoyed it.

"Figured you might like it."

"What are you doing back there?"

"Just seeing for myself if you're really not a virgin." He said casually, as if inspecting an object he'd yet to decide to barter on.

"I told you, I'm not new at this." Her ears laid back at him. "Pretty sure if you do that to all the fillys they wouldn't be either."

"Lucky you, kid; you're my first and only filly; I prefer older mares with a bit of meat on their bones, big teats and rumps that know how to fuck."

He seemed to have trigged something in her. "Oh, I can fuck, wanna see?" She pushed her rump against him, forcing him against the backrest of their bench seat.

Scotch turned and straddled Bastard.

Bastard used his magic to stabilize and wet his tip with her juices, brushing it back and forth along her slit. Scotch sank back and his head slipped between them, lubricating his shaft to the ring.

Attempting penetration again, Scotch used a hoof to block his squishy glans from sliding forward, pushing it back and gyrating her hips to wet him further; feeling the tip part her folds, slickening after every stroke.

Bastard thought she'd take it slow. Instead, once his tip knocked into place with her entrance, she sank down on his shaft smoother than what he assumed she was capable of; taking the first few inches like a champ.

'She definitely ain't no virgin... damn she's tight.' Bastard's face winced as his cock was compressed into the filly's gripping, wet snatch.

Scotch's ears pinned back and face cringed, her teeth grit before her mouth opened into a silent scream as Bastard's flare and length entered her. A feeling of stretching and fullness blossomed inside just on the cusp of pain, before her features relaxed with a pleasured gasp.

'Fuck that was sexy, bet that was a good stretch, huh, kid?' Bastard grinned, then flexed, inflating his shaft to full mast; stretching her just that little bit more, while she in turn gripped him tighter with uncontrolled spasms.

They both hissed, sighed, and gasped at the intensity of their union. Scotch was stuffed by his girth, while Bastard was lightly pinched into a tight warm tunnel of the most pleasurably defined ribbed walls he's ever felt. No mare he'd taken before had this much texture.

'Ah yeah, fresh tread in this pussy.'

Scotch used the couch backing for support to gingerly lift herself up. His flare threatened to pop out, but before that happened, she squatted back down; lubricating his shaft more and more with each passing, until she could smoothly slide the few inches she could comfortably take.

'Okay, concentrate, Scotch, not too far or he'll pop out.'

Her throat uttered strained, little grunts, whines, moans, and squeaks; his flare rubbing against her ribbed walls with each stroke up and down. It got easier after each pass, but took no less amount of work. She had to focus to not lift up too far, and his medial ring was too thick to take right away; but Scotch felt she could take a little more.

Scotch soon made longer strokes, while Bastard waited for her to get used to his size. He watched on as she took his cock like a champ.

'She's so small, so light, fuck I'm really liking this.' Bastard thought of the last time he had a mare bouncing on him like this. She was a mature mare with a big, fat rump perfect for breeding, but that extra cushion came with extra weight.

It was fun, that's what he paid her for and what he liked, but it wasn't nearly as comfortable as this. Sure, Scotch couldn't slam her way all the way to his balls, but where she lacked in body, she made up for in spirit and technique.

Soon enough, she was fucking him, raising herself up until only the tip remained, only to languidly sink back down in one smooth motion all the way to his medial ring. He watched as her engorged vulva lips parted and squished against it, before rising and leaving a wet mess behind on his shaft.

She picked up the pace, adding technique into each glide upwards and down. Bastard viewed her motions. Her belly danced while hips gyrated, grinding the glans in a most pleasurable way; lessened only by the incredibly tight confines, coupled by the pronounced texturing of her filly pussy.

'Damn, she's actually kind of good at this; better than most mares I've been with.' Bastard thought as her undulations grazed over his glans pleasantly. His shaft appearing and disappearing into the dancing filly's little cunny.

As she looked down from above Bastard, her father's visage superimposed over his. She slowed down, and leaned closer to Bastard, wrapping her hooves around his head while she bucked against his chest. Moaning quietly into his ear. Without a word Bastard shifted them together, so he laid on his back with her straddling atop of him.

'What a beautiful sight.' Bastard watched as Scotch got into it. Her blue mane was disheveled and becoming matted with sweat, her mouth panted and she uttered quiet little gasps and moans as she kept bouncing, grinding, and gyrating on his stiff rod.

Bastard caressed her rump, and rested his forelegs on her hips. He began adding his motions to their sex. Scotch kept rubbing against him, holding him close, trying to imagine her daddy again; but his smell was all wrong. It wasn't him, it was some stranger taking her. His small motions were helping. She needed that tenderness. Bastard began to move, then piston in and out of her; while she, likewise, bounced against his thrusts.

She was a mare, and this was sex for the sake of it. She was starting to feel good. She looked down at Bastard for the first time. Not her daddy. But him.

And then Blackjack just had to wake up. She and Bastard exchanged words, and Scotch did all she could to ignore them and suppress her feelings. It annoyed Scotch that Blackjack was taking his attention away from her. That, and the fact she had Bastard's huge cock stuffing her fillyhood didn't help either. She hated the way they talked about her, as if she weren't right there in front of them, fucking a stud like a grown mare. Still treating her like a kid. She has a stallion's cock up her ass, and they still didn't see that she was a mare meant to be taken seriously!

She rode Bastard harder. Bouncing against him as fast as she could. She thew herself back, feeling his medial ring bottom out and part her folds, teasingly chipping its way inside.

Thankfully, Blackjack finally went away.

Despite the interruption, the sex was good. When she'd slow, he'd match her pace. Closing her eyes, she focused only on the sex. But no matter how good it felt, she couldn't chase away that feeling of hollowness in her gut, despite the mass pounding away just below it.

Scotch sweated with effort, the shuttle filled with the musk of their sex. Her leg grew tired, and her technique uncoordinated.

They lost momentum after Blackjack's interruption. Now they were little more than a wet hole and a stiff rod pistoning against each other.

'Girl looks ready for it to be over, damn, was good while it lasted; but I still need to get off; good thing I'm close.'
Bastard tapped her flank. "Hey, I'm gonna pop in you soon, might wanna hop off, unless you want a 'little' Bastard to raise on your own."

Scotch bared her teeth and gave a few hard bounces before slowing, then settled on grinding her hips against his ring and felt a tightness in her gut, as his flare ballooned inside, making movement difficult. "It's fine, you can finish inside me, like I said before, I have a copper implant, you couldn't get me pregnant even if you wanted to."

'Well now I kind of want to.' He thought. "Oh that's what you meant by 'implant', I thought with all the weird cyber-shit going around, I figured you were like her. Well in that case, carry on; just thought I'd warn you about one of the many consequences of unprotected sex with a complete stranger; good to know you're old enough to breed, now have a baseline to work with on guessing your age, kid."

Scotch bared her teeth and bore down with her forehooves on Bastard's chest. "I told you!" She threw herself back against his medial ring, her shouts punctuating every movement.

Bastard winced, his cock bent against her tight hole, masking his discomfort as she rode him hard, threatening to send him over the edge of ecstasy.

"I'm. Not. A. Kid, oh fuck!" Scotch cried out as something inside her gave way, Bastard's medial ring slid inside, pushing the flaring penis against her innermost barrier. She tensed as her knees tried to come together, an orgasm caused her to convulse while straddled atop of Bastard's waist.

Her breath hitched, and her body quivered.

Bastard thrusted and pulled to keep Scotch Tape seated on his cock as he came. Scotch felt him so deep inside, she wasn't sure where he ended. Bastard held Scotch in place as he thrusted against her for the final time. Her walls were trying to clamp down on his girth as she orgasmed, but the stallion's mass prevented the filly's velvet walls from collapsing.

The flare expanded that little bit more as Bastard's cock flexed and throbbed, blasting a hot spray of his cum deep inside the filly. Another gush shot hot, sticky liquid, filling her belly; quickly followed by more. Scotch stared ahead in distant detachment as Bastard dumped his load inside her, with some of it leaking out passed their union.

Scotch sat there impaled on Bastard's rod, numbly acknowledging the pulses that came with warm splashes that followed, pattering against her innermost sanctum. Every throb was follow by a spreading of hot warmth and a growing sensation of being filled.

Her tummy grew taut above where Bastard's flare kept most of his seed from flowing outside her snatch and making a big mess.

Bastard relaxed, panting lightly with the filly atop of him staring distantly ahead at nothing.

Soon, Scotch was ready to dismount. He helped her lift herself on shaky legs. His flared disk obscenely pulled at her cunt as they separated. With a final forceful effort, she dislodge the flared cockhead from her tight snatch with a wet pop. A small stream of white followed after, and she shifted away to plant forehooves on the floor.

His dick was glazed with their fluids.

Bastard grunted at the oversensitivity, but admired how only a small string of his load followed him out, and now traced her slit.

'I really just bred a little filly.' Bastard stopped her and spread her open to further admire his work. No more was there the bright healthy pink of a fresh filly cunt. Now what remained was a red gaping tunnel filled to the brim with his cum.

'Fuck, what a sight. I really did just wreck this filly pussy, didn't I?"

Scotch turned around, cutting his viewing short, letting himself collapse against the backrest for a breather; but Scotch wasn't done yet.

He watched as the filly came back and laid her head against his lap.

"You have your thing, I have mine." She answer before licking at the mess on his crotch, cleaning his shaft of their fluids.

Scotch took his swollen, semi-flaccid member into her mouth, and throated him in one go.

Bastard hissed as Scotch pulled back while applying suction and licking the shaft underneath. Her tongue lapping side to side, until only the head remained, filling the entirety of her maw, then she'd loll around the spongey glans, cleaning his cock in one smooth motion before throating him again.

Bastard saw stars. Not just the real ones outside. His spent shaft was threatening to harden once again.

Scotch lost herself in her work. The stallion she was fellating smelled musky and masculine, mixed with nicotine tar. It wasn't much, but enough for her to imagine it was her father. This was the pleasure she could've given him, before he was taken from her.

She relaxed her jaw and gripped Bastards thighs before taking him all the way to the root. Her jaw was straining painfully, but she managed to take all of him.

Bastard nearly lost his composure. Unable to hold back a gasp that he managed to turn into a sigh of satisfaction.

'Fucking hell, this filly can suck a cock with the best of them; I wouldn't mind blowing another load down her gullet.' Before long, his cock hardened again and he did just that; without warning her. She swallowed his hot spurts as he came, until his dick ran dry.

Scotch noted even his cum tasted off from other boys. Sour and tart, but just as clingy. She followed his shrinking shaft as it retreated back into its sheath; cleaning him the whole way. Even after it had fully retreated, she still licked around the pouch with a detached, disinterested expression.

She licked, and suckled on his big balls, cleaning them off one, by one. Until all the cum was gone.

'Fuck, it's over, I'm done for, the great and dastardly Bastard is now a herd stallion, time to learn how to become a loving, male, role model.' Bastard hung his head back and sighed with a big grin. "Hey, hey ki- Scotch, make me a promise, would ya?"

She was dragging her tongue along the top of his swollen shaft, before she cocked her head to the side expectantly; eyeing him with those big baby blues.

Bastard looked in disbelief at her. She was still cleaning him off. "If you ever decide to start whoring yourself out, come find me first, I'll gladly make you my mare."

Scotch gave his balls one last languid lick. "You're not my type." She said simply, and left to go sit alone.

Bastard reflected on what he did. He fucked a little filly, took advantage of her, and that might haunt him a little. He didn't care, at first, until he heard Scotch's little sobs and sniffs. Only this time, she wasn't coming to him for comfort.

And for some reason, that hurt worse than any pain he'd ever felt. He'd gotten attached. Bastard never felt more like scum. Not for the act, which he would never regret in the slightest. But for failing to make that filly feel better. What more could he do? This wasn't his fault!

'Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK! Why the fuck do I even give a shit?! That's it, I'm gonna wake that alicorn bitch up and have her deal with this!'

Author's Note

Instead her cunt quivered as spasms milked him for every drop Bastard had to give. While he in turn throbbed, gushing into her womb.

shifted back while pushing against Scotch's rump. Her plush little bum overpoured around the edge of his hoof.

He withdrew his dick, admiring how wide his shaft could spread her little cunny, before it narrowed and only the flared disk remained.

He continued to shift

Scotch shut her eyes and screwed her face in displeasure, but continued to lift up and plop down on him, abandoning any skillful movement. Her face was a mask of discomfort and pain. Bastard could tell she'd run out of steam.
"Take a break." Bastard concentrated on his technique.

Scotch was struggling to lift herself off him, and shifted forward to grind him back and forth, his long cock moved while lifting his balls with her.

Bastard sighed, knowing this was going to take forever, his dick wasn't going anywhere. Her snatch still had grip and texture, but her skill was shit in this position.

Scotch felt herself being pulled up higher onto Bastard's chest, allowing him some free movement to thrust against her. He tested her out, pulling out a few inches, then pushing incrementally further until he found the pace she had set earlier.

"Sorry, my legs are getting tired." She apologized above him. "Just use me to get yourself off, I don't care anymore." She relaxed.

Scotch laid there, belly to belly with Bastard, feeling his girth expanding her tunnel whenever he flexed inside.

Bastard stared up at the ceiling, doing is level best to ignore the foal riding his cock, but not the feeling of her pussy.

Bastard grunted. "Would you object to being ploughed from behind?"

Alternative and possibly more accurate finish.
For a moment, Scotch could forget, but soon those same feelings she was trying desperately to chase away slowly creeped back in. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't chase away that tinge of pain. It wasn't sex for her. She felt stupid having his penis shoved up her rump.

Even as she received the best sex she ever had, she couldn't fantasize her father in his place. 'He's not him, no matter how much I want him to be; he's not my daddy.'

Bastard continued to work, slipping his cock in and out of Scotch's well stretched tunnel. But the filly he started coitus with just wasn't there. Scotch didn't move much, and when she did is was slow, languid, half-hearted.

'She's ready for it to be over, fuck... I don't care, I'm not stopping just because she lost her nerve

Bastard gripped her flanks tighter while thrusting upwards, grinding his disk against her innermost barrier. Scotch likewise pushed her self against him while staring ahead with distant detachment. Even as he blasted a load inside of her, she just wasn't there.

His veiny cock throbbed against her walls, followed up by a tiny, hot spurt and spreading warmth that seemed to fill a space just above her teats.

Scotch's expression was neutral, as was Bastards once they relaxed. The act was over.

They laid belly to belly with one another, just staring at nothing, absorbing what they did. Until Scotch Tape shifted to plant forehooves on the floor to dismount from Bastard, who likewise used magic to pull his flared cock from her. With a small tug and a wet, squelching pop, they separated; his cock bobbing around before flopping limply onto his belly, leaking the last few vestiges of seed into his fur.

Scotch Tape's tail remained hiked. A natural reflex for mares after mating. Bastard's gaze was drawn to Scotch's exposed sex, seeing a white dollop of his thick, sticky cum smeared across the young mare's little vulva; before she went and laid by herself on the furthest row of seating, and staring emotionless at the floor.

Bastard never felt more like scum. Not for the act, which he would never regret in the slightest. But for failing to make a filly feel better. What more could he do? This wasn't his fault!