Scootaloo reflected on the strange feeling of actually being in her family house with her parents. After all the months, it was something she missed dearly, and yet, at the same time, it felt strange and alien to her to have her mother and father busy themselves around the house as if they had just left that morning.
She glanced out the window, watching the dark of night set in as it neared midnight. Her family had always been night owls. She supposed she had followed in that family tradition. The pony sat on a small well-worn sofa as she looked lost herself in thought. She still felt terribly depressed at having to move; the emotion fighting the strange excitement at being with her parents again, and what they might find after moving to Shire Lanka.
She had to admit, sitting here in the dim glow of lamplight as her mother busily finished dinner, while her father sat next to her paging through a dog eared book, this moment did feel very right. Scoots hopped down off the sofa to see what her mother was doing.
The mare pulled out a glass dish of potatoes from the oven once more, poking at it with a fork, an annoyed expression on her face. “I didn’t think it would take this long for potatoes to cook. It’s going to be for breakfast at this rate.”
Scootaloo chuckled. She pointed at the sliced spuds in the dish. “You sliced them way too thick. And there’s not enough butter and milk in there. It’s going to take forever.”
“Well look at you! My little filly is growing into a proper little housemare.” Mane laughed. Scootaloo gave her a deadpan expression at the thought.
“Oh come now, I’m kidding.” Mane said with a smirk. “My girl has grown into a pretty little pony though. You’re going to give your mother a run for her money at this rate.”
Snap had put down his book, walking up behind Scoots. He raised his hoof, rubbing her back gently. “She’s a proper little show stopper, for sure. Don’t think I didn’t see the way that fast little blue number looking at you. Is she robbing the cradle with our little lady?”
“D…dad! Rainbow is just a friend.” Scootaloo said, trying to control her blushing.
Her father stroked her back gently, massaging the small between her wings. He could feel her stiffen slightly, arching her back.
“C’mon, there must be somepony. Maybe one of your little friends?" He grinned. “Maybe that’s why my little Scoot wants to stay so badly!”
Scootaloo tried to pull her wings in tightly as her father teased against the gentle downy feathers at the base. She found herself trying to find the words to reply as she looked up at him.
“Right, right, I won’t pry anymore. I can see I’m just emberassing my little girl. That’s your own business.” He said, still looking down into her eyes as he moved slightly back to her rump. He ruffled her fur up before giving her a little pat on the haunches.
“Well. If we actually want to eat tonight, I guess it’s done.” Mane said, pulling her casserole of scalloped potatoes out of the oven.
Shutter glanced over at it. “Don’t look quite right, love.”
“Looks kind of like baked potato slices in a puddle of milk.” Scootaloo said, jumping up against the counter to see the dish.
Mane just laughed, poking at her creation with her fork. “It’s my first time really cooking in years. It’s um…pretty bad.”
“Maybe I can cook next time…” Scoots said, taking a plate from the countertop. She shoveled some of the odd looking dish onto it, working her way past some cardboard boxes to sit at the table.
“I’d like that.” Mane replied, laughing. She followed her daughter, sitting down opposite her. Shutter slid in next to his daughter, pushing in tight against her. The filly blushed slightly as he put his hoof around her.
“Just like to say, I’m pleased as a bloke could be sitting here with my two favorites sheilas. It’s been a long time since we were all back together!” Snap said, holding his daughter in closely. Mane smiled back at both of them, bringing a slice of potato to her muzzle with a wing.
Scootaloo sampled a few bites. “You know…it’s not too bad! But maybe that’s because it took two hours longer than expected. I’m starving!”
“My Maney may not be a top chef, but she gets the job done. She keeps our plates full of tucker when we’re on the trail.” Snap commented, eating the plate without any complaint.
Scootaloo glanced over at her father once more as he shifted his rump against hers again. She could feel his coarse coat rub against her, sending a shiver down her skin at the sudden contact. She noticed his gaze on her as he took sideways glances at her throughout dinner.
The stallion finished first, picking up his plate and placing it in the sink before sitting down on the sofa with his book. Scootaloo finished soon after, taking her mother’s plate with her.
“Are we staying up?” Mane asked as she walked into the living room. She sat down next to her husband on the sofa.
“Of course!” Snap replied. “We got a lot of catching up to do!”
Scoots walked back into the room, looking around for an open spot. She started settling down on one of the more sturdy looking boxes.
“Oi, you don’t have to sit on that. Scoot, come have a seat with your folks.” Snap said with a smile. He motioned her over, curling up slightly so the filly could sit down in front of him. She felt her body flush again as he pushed his thighs against her back, wrapping a hoof around her and holding her closely.
“Been a while since we’ve been all together like this.” Mane said softly. “I miss spending time with our little Scoot.”
Snap started ruffling her chest fluff a little, before trailing his hoof down to her stomach. He could feel Scootaloo stiffen slightly as his hoof rested gently on her small teats. She shifted her rump anxiously, feeling the warmth of her father against her flanks. The filly felt his soft shaft against her back when she sat down, and as he massaged her stomach she felt it inch up along her back, making her have to lean forward slightly as it pushed against her.
“I missed my little girl so much too.” He said. He rested back against the sofa, pulling his hoof away from her and resting it around Mane’s neck. As he shifted back, Scoots could feel his erect shaft poke her in the back. Snap shuddered as the top pushed against the base of her wings. The soft down tickled him as he moved ever so slightly against the filly.
“The Forbidden Jungle was our toughest assignment yet! It gets so black at night, you can’t see your own nose on your muzzle! Maney and I had to stay close at night or you might just find yourself lost.” Snap said, moving his other hoof around his daughter. The time he placed it straight on her teats, clutching them as he pulled her against his member.
“Your mum and I spent weeks in that place, air so thick you could cut it with a knife. The jungle’s got a suffocating feel to it when you stay there long enough. It pulls you in and holds onto you.” He said, rubbing the filly softly. Mane rested her head against his shoulder as he lowered his hoof slightly. Scoots inhaled audibly as he touched her marehood, pressing his hooftip softly against her clit. He pushed her thighs apart as he pushed in deeper, stroking her in earnest as he ran his hoof down her entire length.
“You’re growing into a right pretty little thing Scoot.” He said, softer. “I know you missed your ole mum and dad, didn’t you?”
The pony didn’t respond right away, but she did settle back against her father. Memories of nights spent in her parent's room came flooding back. She never really disliked what they did, but she knew it wasn't normal either. Something she knew she never could tell anypony.
At any rate, it always felt amazing.
He could feel her dock and tail twitch against the base of his dick. The rough strands of her tail rubbed up and down against the underside, making him shift in his seat, slowly moving his length against her back. The filly’s wings flexed open and closed on reflex, making the downy patch between them caress and grip Snap.
“Ah, good on ya Scoot. That’s my girl.” He sighed relaxing back in his seat. Mane jumped down off the sofa, curling up on the floor in front of her daughter. Snap looked down at her, and with a smile pulled his hoof away from Scootaloo. Mane looked up at her daughter with a grin, as the filly watched her mother bury her muzzle between her thighs. The pony let out a soft cry as her mother’s skilled tongue parted her lips and started to work against her sensitive upper walls, pushing hard against her clit from inside.
“I missed this so much.” Mane said from between her daughter’s thighs. Scoot could feel the warm breath of her mother on her quickly drenching marehood.
“You’re the only one I could ever share your father with, Scoot.” She whispered before attacking the filly again. She started lapping at her taint, trying to collect all her juices as her daughter squirmed in pleasure. Mane reached a wingtip between her legs, masturbating herself as she ate out her daughter.
Snap had now grasped his daughter firmly, holding her still as he slowly moved his hips against her. He bit his lip as his precum drenched her feathers, letting him slide along her inner wings easily. He could feel her breathing quicken against his shaft as she neared her own little orgasm.
“Ah, Maney, I think she’s ready to blow already!” He said.
His wife giggled, bringing her wingtip against her daughters nethers. Scootaloo felt her thighs buck as soft feathers caressed her teats, before Mane used her wingtip skillfully to tickle the little filly’s clit. She dug her tongue in as deep as she could, pressing hard on her g-spot. The filly practically convulsed as her legs kicked out, wings spreading wide as she came. Gasping, her whole body stiffened against her father, feeling waves of pleasure wash over her as her mother continued her oral attack with a fiendish smile. Snap found himself trying to fight back his own excitement as he held the little pony tightly against him.
After a few moments, Mane pulled away, greedily licking her daughter’s juices from her muzzle. She brought her wingtip to her mouth, licking it clean. “Mmm, such a tasty little filly. I’m so proud of my little girl.”
“Maney, I need you now, if you’re all set.” Snap said, picking up daughter. He laid back on the sofa, letting the little filly rest against his chest as she tried to catch her breath. As he pulled her back, his straining erection sprung free. A few errant drops of pre were catapulted along his chest as it bobbed up and down.
With a smile, his wife moved over, straddling him. She wrapped her wings around his shaft, teasing him as she pushed him against her own sex. She smirked as she slowly pushed down, taking just the tip inside as she continued to give him a wingjob. He gave a dissatisfied moan. “None of that now! I reckon your daughter got me a mite worked up here.”
“Oh did she?” Mane smirked back at him. She let herself sink suddenly on his length, suddenly taking his whole length as his medial ring rested on her snatch. He groaned as she winked hard against him. “Is that better dear?”
“Ngh, that’s good on ya Maney.” He grunted as the pony started riding him.
“Don’t you dare forget about our little Scoot, dear.” Mane replied. She stretched her own wings as she felt a pressure pushing through her stomach. She sighed as she reached down with a wing, teasing her clit.
“Come here Scoot!” Snap said, pulling his daughters flank over to his muzzle. She pushed her nethers against his muzzle. The filly, still riding her afterglow, sighed as he reached out and started to eat out her still slowly winking slit. Her body trembled softly as her father held her plot close to him. Scootaloo quickly started to feel her body heat up as her father’s coarse stubble rubbed against her. She found herself pushing against him reflexively as she watched her mother wildly fucking him in front of her.
Mane orgasmed quietly, reaching both hooves to her clit as she bottomed out on Snap's shaft. Snap could feel her contract around him, gripping him hard as she came. Scootaloo could smell the marecum running down onto her father’s chest as she pressed back against his muzzle. She watched with rapt attention as her mother arched back with wings pressed straight out, sighing softly as she finished her orgasm. Shaky legs unable to support her, she flopped off his shaft, resting on the floor.
“Maney! You’re not going to leave me with this stiffy are you?” Snap asked. Mane glanced over at him with a smirk.
“Scoot can help you with that. She’s not your little girl anymore. She’s ready.” Mane said.
Scoots stared up in awe at the full length of her father, now glistening with her mother’s own cum. She'd played with it since she was a little filly, but imagining it inside her? That was impossible! She felt a twinge of fear as her father pulled away from her snatch, moving her down his body. She gasped as her muzzle pushed against it. Reaching out, she instinctively wrapped her little tongue around it, taking the tip into her muzzle. She could barely fit the shaft inside. The scent of her mother's sex was strong in her nostrils as she rolled the tip around in her mouth, working more down her throat.
Getting up from the ground, Mane pulled her daughter away, easily picking her up and placing her on top of her father’s thighs, facing him. Scoot could feel his throbbing erection pressing against her, still winking against him. Her mother’s cum dripped down onto her teats as she stared at the shaft.
“If you’re sure Maney, let’s give her a ride.” Snap replied. He could feel a fresh rush of excitement as he looked down at his daughter. He’d always wanted to be her first. Watching her straddle him made him harder than had been for years.
Scootaloo looked over at her mother, a look of worry on her face. “I…I don’t know about this.”
“Oh hush dear, its fine. Your mother will help you.” Mane said softly, gently picking up the filly. She placed her square on the tip of her father’s straining length. She gently rocked her daughter along the tip, working her down slowly. Mane leaned over, using a wing to bring Scoot’s muzzle to hers, giving her a deep kiss. She held her in an embrace as she pushed suddenly, letting Snap's dick pop inside the filly a few inches, taking her hymen in one stroke. Scoot’s legs kicked slightly as she exhaled suddenly against the muzzle of her mother.
Snap groaned as he felt his daughter’s virginity be pushed away. He looked on in amazement as his wife left Scoots sink slowly on his length. Holding back the instinct to push forward with his hips, he bit his lip as he watched his wife slowly fuck his daughter onto him.
Mane held Scootaloo in a kiss, using her wings to tease the filly’s clit as she gently let her settle onto her husband. The filly protested for a few moments at the sudden sharp pain, but soon settled back against the wings of her mother as she felt a strange warmth fill her. She could feel an impossible pressure on her g-spot as her father started humping against her gently. Her lower body felt shaky as she started kissing her mother back in earnest, letting herself go entirely.
Snap felt himself quickly getting pushed over the edge. He had started moving his hips harder now, emboldened by the cute little moans his daughter was making. Her whole snatch was like a vice around him. He could barely move at all when she winked, holding his length inside her. Rippling contractions milked him as he could feel her cum once more. Mane let her go as the filly arched her little back, wings erect behind her.
“D…Dad…Ah….” She cried out softly. Snap could feel her marecum flooding out, running along the bottom of his shaft. His entire length was being gripped in her velvet vice, strong contractions grasping him. He reached out with his hooves, holding her thighs.
“That’s my little girl. Ngh, such a good little root you are.” He grunted as he held her small body. He came hard inside her, filling her up almost immediately. He kept humping quickly as his seed flowed out of her, dripping down onto his stomach. He felt the hot breath of his wife as she worked her muzzle in and started licking the mixing cum of him and his daughter. Snap settled back against the sofa as he rode the last of his orgasm, letting his daughter slump down against his stomach. He held her close to him as they recovered, Mane still greedily cleaning them both as his shaft popped free of the little filly.
An exhausted Scootaloo let herself relax against her father as they all recovered on the sofa. He softly stroked her back as she nestled against his strong chest. Mane hopped up on the other end, trying her best to lick her muzzle clean.
Scootaloo made a mental note. Mark a point down for moving to Shire Lanka.
Author's Note
It's been way too long since I did a speedwrite. Based on the recent episode, The Last Crusade.
No apologies. Allgood is hot AF.
