Flurry Heart appeared in the alley with a flash. She was so glad to finally be away from the palace. Was there any bigger waste of time than those state dinners? Having to smile and be polite to every pony and creature when they all knew that, at best, they just wanted something. They could be sure that wouldn't be how it was done when she was in charge of things. Sorry, mom.
She heard a noise down the end of the dark alleyway and headed towards it. The source revealed itself to be a fancy looking young stallion. How Silk Sash had escaped and gotten here first when he couldn't even teleport like her she would never know. In any case…
She walked up and swished her tail in his face. "Hey there, handsome. I've got a deal for you tonight. Twelve bits for a wingjob." Because she was determined not to be your standard princess. And those did not whore themselves out in dark alleys. Plus, while all the officials and diplomats were wretches, not all the creatures they brought with them were. Certain diplomats sons were very good company.
He grabbed her wing with his mouth and pulled it open. "With feathers like these? I'll give you eight." He flung the coins on the ground in front of her. Fuck he was hot.
Flurry was a filthy, nasty princess, and she liked to be told that. But those eight bits were more degrading than any name she could think of. She was almost ready to sell him her pussy for that much.
She nuzzled him. "If that's all you have, I guess I can give you a discount," she whispered in his ear. Insults were no fun when they were one sided after all.
Her friend grumbled exaggeratedly, but his cock certainly didn't seem to mind the taunt. That lovely log of horseflesh looked nice and ready for whatever she might do it.
She was ready too. Flurry Heart liked nice cocks very much. She held out her wing and slipped it under Sash's barrel. She watched him pant as she wrapped her feathers around his penis. Wingjobs unfortunately did not provide her as much sensation as other methods of stimulating a pony, but they did let her watch the recipient's reactions much more closely. That was it's own pleasure.
Gently, slowly, she started to stroke him. She watched him closely the whole time. Watched his breathing. Watched all the twitches and shudders that ran across his face and body in response to her movements. It was divine. She could see him melting in front of her from nothing more than simple movements of her wing.
She did wonder what it felt like for him. As satisfying as it was to see her effect on him, all she could physically feel was something warm and hard in the crook of her wing. And that somehow produced ecstasy. She had a long list of things she wanted to try if she ever ended up with a cock somehow. In the meantime, there was plenty of fun to be had with what she did have.
He gasped. "Flurry, I'm gonna—"
She released him, pulling her wing away. It killed her to do it, but cum was a bitch to get out of feathers, and it was only the beginning of the night.
That didn't mean she was going to let his load just spill on the ground. The air under Sash shimmered, along with her horn, and every rope that shot out of his twitching dick stopped in mid air. When he was all done, she walked in front of him and opened her mouth wide to him.
The suspended cum floated up and gathered, pooling in her mouth. She made a great show of tasting it, and swallowing it down with a loud gulp. "Yummy as ever." Truth be told, she didn't really like the taste of cum. Swallowing was just a lot hotter than spitting it out, so she tolerated it.
They set out wandering the city after that. Usually he would have eaten Flurry out first, but she wasn't quite in the mood. Something told her it was going to be an especially interesting night.
The first step, of course, were disguises. Even she wasn't dedicated enough to getting into trouble to go trotting around as a Princess. Flurry's parents had taught her some glamour spells for protection, but there was no way they'd seen her using them for this.
A couple of minutes later, a pretty, young unicorn and her crystal pony friend walked into a nearby bar. Sadly, none of their friends were there, but they stayed for a round of ciders. None of Flurry's current friends were there, but she saw a couple of cute stallions a few seats over. It was always a good time to make new friends.
She trotted over to them. It was a nice summer night, and the cider was buzzing in her. She was in maximum thot mode. She sat down next to them, but they wre too absorbed in their conversation to notice. "Hey there, guys. How's it going?" she said.
They turned to look at her. "Hey, yourself," one of them said. The one closest to her followed with, "Sorry, we're gay." in a mildly warning tone.
"Aww," Flurry pouted. "Never mind, then." She laid her head on the bar. Honestly, so many of the stallions she wanted turned out to be gay. It was getting annoying. It was getting to the point where she almost wished she was a stallion just so she could fuck them.
They were a cute pair, though, which gave her an idea. "Hey, quick question. You boys have good taste in stallions. Whose the cutest straight guy here you know?"
The pair whispered between them for a few moments. When they turned back they pointed at Silk.
"Pthbl," Flurry said. "I already know him. Thanks anyway." She slunk away from them.
There wasn't much point staying longer. The night was young and there were other places to go. Places were a pony could get laid and drunk. In theory, at least. It was not Flurries best night. One frustration after another kept popping up. It was time for plan b.
It was time to go to the brothel. They weren't in any hurry, they spent a good while just chatting with the whores. It was a good time.
And then another pair of ponies came in. Flurry and Silk were on a couch in the corner, so weren't noticed right away. They did notice the newcomers and Flurry was terrified.
To the untrained eye, it was just two ordinary ponies. They were clearly a couple, so perhaps it was a bit strange for them to be coming into a brothel together, but you still wouldn't have more than a second thought about them. Unless you were Flurry or one of the very few other ponies who recognized their disguises. In that case, it would be very concerning indeed to see Shining Armor and Princess Cadance in a brothel.
Silk could take care of himself. She slipped into another room when they weren't looking. That didn't solve the problem. She would still need to get past them to get out, and they'd recognize her for sure. She couldn't imagine what would happen if they caught her.
Fuck, she thought. At least if her parents killed her here she would die surrounded by pretty colts. And that gave her an idea. She looked around for an unused room; she found a closet and ducked in there. It wasn't her that came out of the closet, though. It was a stallion that walked out. A sissy, twink looking stallion—her magic could only change her appearance so much—but a stallion nonetheless. She didn't look quite as different as she would have liked, but she hoped it would be enough to avoid suspicion.
She went and mingled with the other boys. She couldn't quite hide her nervousness, but at least she could just tell them it was because she was new.
The question was what kind of whore her parents would want. Even besides the ickiness of thinking about it, her own sex life was complicated enough that she didn't have time to think about theirs. Hopefully there was some big, strong stallion looking for a twink ass to pound who would pull her off into a private room before she found out. Because as much as she needed an escape plan, she was still horny.
Until then all she could do was wait. It sucked. Flurry had already burned out all her patience at dinner. Fortunately prostitutes her much better for conversation than nobles and such. She was almost starting to relax.
So of course, obviously, that's when her parents came into the room. Fuck. But there was nothing for it but to act like another one of the boys. She did her best to be bad at it, looking shy and awkward.
They all stood there for what felt like hours. Her mother thoroughly inspected each stallion. Including Flurry. That was strange. Flurry found that she was so concerned about being found out, that her own mom checking her out didn't even feel gross. Still, she had to make an effort not to sigh in relief when her mom moved on to the next pony.
After reviewing all the whores like it was one of her regular princess duties, Cadance stepped away to whisper to her husband, who had held back. There was a hint of nervousness on his face. Despite whatever misgivings he was feeling, they came to some kind of agreement.
Cadance came forward. She laid a hoof on Flurry's shoulder. "You're a cute guy. Why don't you come with us?"
Flurry hesitated for a moment. Then she reminded herself that she was a whore just then and that she couldn't say no. At least without reasons she could give them. She just smiled and said "I can't wait to give you a good time." She gagged at how lame that sounded the second it was out of her mouth, but hey, it wasn't like she had time to come up with something good.
The three of them went down the hall. Flurry could barely walk. Her heart was going crazy. But she had to do it; she was going to see it through no matter what it took. Unless her mom wanted her to fuck her. She had no idea how she was going to do that without a dick. Everything would just be so much easier if she had a dick.
But that was just distraction, and she couldn't afford distraction when she was about to whore herself out to her own damn parents. She was fine with kinks, incest wasn't anywhere near the worst thing out there. She wouldn't exactly say she was into it, but there were worse things on the degeneracy scale that she did like so… But if they saw through her and caught her, her punishment would last the next fucking century. She wasn't about to forget that her mom was raised by Princess "Imma trap my own sister alone on a rock for a thousand years" Celestia herself.
If tangling the family tree was what it would take to avoid that, she get herself knocked up with her own siblings with a smile on her face. So she just strutted into the room and climbed onto the bed like the slut she was. "So what are you folks looking for tonight?" she said.
Cadance went over to the corner of the room and sat in a chair. "I'm so excited. It's time for my husband, Quartz Shine here, to take his first stallion."
So her mom was a cuckquean. Flurry honestly didn't know what to do with that knowledge. That meant she was going to be fucking her dad. That was good. It would be awkward as all hell, but she could physically do that at least.
'Quartz Shine' spoke up, with a very uncharacteristic quaver in his voice. "Are you sure about this, honey? You know there's nopony else as hot as you."
"Hush, dear. Whose birthday is it? You'll be fine, and it'll be hot. Goodness knows I don't expect you to turn gay from this. And when it's your turn, you can make me do what you want~"
Flurry's parents were acting very differently than they did in front of her. If she hadn't recognized their glamours, she would hardly have suspected they were related to her.
Her poor dad seemed so nervous, though. Flurry could relate to not being enthusiastic about fucking certain genders. She'd experimented with a few mares and it just was not as much fun or even interesting as being with a stallion. It wasn't the end of the world either, nowhere near worth the stress she could see on his face. She had to say something.
"Hey, no need to worry, sir. I'll take good care of you." She put on her best bedroom eyes and a faux falsetto (damn that was hard). "I like a big, strong, stallion on top of me. I'm your own slut for tonight. Just close your eyes and you won't even know I'm not a real mare." She flicked her tail for emphasis.
Her dad still looked more nervous that she did, and she was pretty damn scared. "Come on, one time won't make you gay." Privately, she felt she really could turn him gay if she put her mind to it; she'd be the sexiest colt of all time.
Eventually, Shining Armor did join her on the bed. She turned to the mare she was desperately pretending wasn't her mom. "Anything in particular you want to see, ma'am?" Because Cadance was clearly the one in charge of everything.
Cadance's smile was frighteningly eager. "He might need some help getting his cock hard. Your pretty little mouth ought to do the trick. Make sure to get in there and get everything."
Flurry looked down at her dad's crotch. There it all was, his cock and balls. He wasn't even a little erect; she had her work cut out for her.
She hesitated for as long as she could, pretending to simply be admiring his package. She couldn't put it off forever though. She was going to suck that cock.
She closed her eyes as she lowered her face down, down, down. He was a clean stallion, but even so a heavy scent of musk flooded her nostrils as she approached. And then there was no more time for teasing, she was a "stallion," and stallions didn't spend lots of time doing that sort of thing. She took the plunge and shoved her muzzle right in her dad's sheath. The tip of his soft cock poked her nose.
She pressed her face in deep. She could do this. She loved taking cock. If she could just focus of worshiping the stallionhood in front of her, she would be able to ignore that fact that her family was all around.
She inhaled deeply. This wasn't her dad's musk, this was some random stranger she was slutting for, that's what she told herself. She tongued his sheath, feeling around for the edges of his head. She could hear Shining Armor—no, Quartz Shine—breathing heavily. He sure was a nice stallion, to go and fuck a dude for his wife. She had promised not to turn him gay, but she wondered if she shouldn't try anyway. She considered herself an expert on cock, and even flaccid his seemed to be a nice one. Finally, she felt him swelling slightly, and his head popped out.
She was making progress, but his body was pretty clearly telling her that it was going to take more than that. If she blocked everything else out, his balls looked delicious, so she went for those. It was probably just because she wasn't gay, but balls always looked like so much more fun than a mare's teats. His were plump and weighty, each one only a little smaller than her hoof. Absolutely drool-worthy. She started by taking his entire sack into her mouth. She hummed to make her mouth and throat vibrate. Then she started giving each testicle focused attention. She let one pop out of her mouth while she sucked on the other, then she'd switch. She never used her hooves or magic, of course, only her lips.
She was soon rewarded for her efforts. She felt his growing shaft flop down on top her head. Only then did she resort to using her hoof to fondle his sack. With her mouth freed from those duties, she proceeded to kiss and lick her way across all the newly exposed flesh.
Holy fuck she loved dick.
It got even better when she thought about what it looked like from outside. Everypony thought she was a colt and she was still getting a straight stallion hard.
Finally she had him hard enough to start blowing him in earnest. She wrapped her muzzle around his cock and swirled her tongue around. That was all well and good. She could give a blowjob like that in her sleep. The tricky part was making it good, making sure he would remember it. Flurry had standards after all. The trouble was that the easiest way to improve a blowjob, was eye contact. To let them look deep into you, to let them see you submit to them. It gave it a personal touch.
But was it worth the risk? Fuck it, it was. She lifted her eyes and looked at the stallion who she was pretending was not her father. He looked uneasy, which she could understand—she wouldn't have been crazy about fucking another mare. Under that though, she could tell he was starting to enjoy himself. That made his dick taste even better. There also wasn't any suspicion in his eyes. She was going to make it.
She kept going, loudly gagging herself on his rod. She needed to make it a show for the mare she was pretending wasn't her mom. Flurry couldn't see her, but she could feel her stare. She wasn't used to being watched like this. But that wasn't important. Neither was who the mare was. It was just her and the cock, dammit.
Glk. Glk. Glk. She bobbed her head, her mouth full of hot flesh. Glk. Glk. Glk. She felt drool run down her chin. She kept looking longing up at her stallion. Telling him with her eyes how much she needed his dick like the bitch she was. The sissy bitch. It was also fun just to watch his face. She was well and truly getting him off.
She was doing her best to get him off, at any rate, when his wife called out "How are you doing, honey?" Flurry slowed her enthusiastic fellatio to let him answer.
"Mmmnf. This is better than I thought it would be." Flurry felt him rest his hoof on the back of her head.
"Well, why don't we switch things up a little? Give the colt a breath of air, will you?" the mare said.
Flurry released his cock from her mouth. A little reluctantly she turned to look at Quartz's wife, whose name she did not know. The mare was lounging comfortably. She was curled up so that everypony on the bed had an excellent view of her rubbing her pussy with her hoof. Meanwhile she watched them hungrily. She watched Flurry hungrily. For a moment it was not hard at all to forget who that mare was.
Her mothe—the mare said "How much is it for him to use your other end, Colt?" Her tone was cold and imperious.
Much more so than anything she said as her mother. Colder than anything her own mother said, Flurry meant. She wasn't sure why she was thinking about her mom just then haha. Even though it wasn't friendly, the way it felt to be called "colt" wasn't bad. She was doing a good job of playing the part of one, apparently. That was satisfying. She decided to see what would happen if she tried really thinking of herself as a stallion. He found he didn't mind that at all.
But all that thinking was just him distracting himself. From a number of things. Despite his attitude toward it, his upbringing made him feel a little embarrassed at the fact that he was familiar enough with the place to tell them the price for anal off the top of his head. And more concretely, there was Quartz's (who he had never met before and would never meet again) dick. He was a big guy. Now he didn't mind butt stuff, but this was near his limits. It was doable, but it was going to be a challenge
What he couldn't understand why anypony married to a stallion like this would ever let them fuck somepony else. If he were in that mares place he'd just be a stay-at-home wif—husband, unable to go anywhere because he get his ass wrecked every single night. The longer he looked at that glorious thick cock in his hooves, gleaming and wet with saliva and precum, the more his apprehensions melted away.
He looked up at Quartz and grinned. "You've got a huge dick. This is gonna be great." A little reluctantly, he let go of his penis. He got up, trotted a pace away on the bed, and bent down. His glamour was hiding his pussy, but even so he maneuvered his tail to cover that part of his rear and only leave his asshole exposed. It didn't hurt to be careful.
He presented his hole, and then it was just a matter of waiting. He could tell this was Quartz's first time, or one of his first times, at a brothel. There was a distinct kind of awkwardness about it. Even for Flurry, it had taken four or five times to get used to the idea of hoofing over a couple of bits to do it with a stranger. And he was getting what he wanted, not switching teams like this guy. So he wasn't worried that it took a while.
Still. He wiggled his ass. "Don't worry, you're in god hooves with me. If you want me to be a mare I'll be your little bitch. My hole was made for big studs like you." It was tricky to make his voice sound like a young stallion trying to sound like a mare, but he thought he did a pretty good job of it.
He glanced back to see how everypony was doing. Quartz was still frozen, looking between his wife and him. "Hurry up," Flurry said, "it took a lot of work to get you that boner, don't let it go to waste."
That brought the tiniest of smiles to the mare's lips. She gestured with her head towards Flurry, urging things along.
Now being pressured by both his wife and the prostitute, Quartz found himself unable to resist. Slowly he mounted Flurry, straddling him with his front legs.
Flurry was trembling with anticipation. The idea that he was about to get his ass filled was exciting, more than enough to make him forget about all the things he was Not Thinking About.
Between everything he did to his butt in his free time and the lubrication spell he had cast while everypony was sitting around awkwardly, his ponut easily gave way as Quartz pushed forward. Only as it stretched to the edges of the head did he feel any strain. It was close, for a brief moment he had doubts that he could take it. Then it popped in, wonderfully. He panted at the feeling of being so full and the precious millimeters of relief his ring got as it relaxed around the shaft. A little went a long way when it came to assholes.
He gave a sultry moan, and then let his body do what it naturally wanted to: back up. He pushed his hips backward, relishing each inch of the older stallion that slid into him. He stopped when he felt the medial ring bumping against him and eased up. He wasn't going to do all the work. He liked to fuck, but he really liked to be fucked.
"Come on," he said, in between gasps—talking was hard with an ass full of dick—"you want to fuck a mare? Make me one. Make me your bitch." He didn't actually know if the other guy was into that kind of stuff, but he hadn't heard him say he didn't, so the sissified colt persona lived on.
The encouragement seemed to work. Quartz started thrusting. Slowly and uncertainly, but he was doing it. Flurry rewarded that; he put on a show, making sure it was obvious exactly how good it felt to get dicked. He moaned like a good little buttslut.
Soon he wasn't the only one grunting. The other stallion grew more and more confident, and his strokes picked up the pace to match. He thrust harder and faster. Flurry shifted to take it in deeper, and suddenly the medial ring was popping in and out of his ass with each stroke. His knees went weak. That was the way to get fucked.
All too soon he felt him flare up. Quartz tensed as he came, pushing in deep. Flurry loved that hot rush deep inside him, couldn't get enough of it. If only it could ever last. He drained the older stallion dry. And even though he was really a mare, he could tell that he'd taken a fair bit of the guy's heterosexuality too. the notion of that disappearing up his ass thrilled him almost as much as the spunk going with it.
He collapsed on the bed. He lay still as the dick slid back out of him. It made a loud pop as it left his ass. He hadn't cum from that, but honestly he didn't need to. The feelings of having been taken, being covered in somepony else's sweat and musk, being full of sperm, his hole struggling to close again were just as good.
The awkwardness of earlier quickly returned once the fucking had stopped. Quartz didn't seem sure of what he had just done. His wife came to the rescue, cleaning him off with a towel, thanking and paying Flurry (she tipped well), and guiding him out.
That wasn't the end of Flurry's night though. Sex like that was just what she had been hoping for, and she wanted more than one round. She went back out into the lobby of the brothel and found Silk again. Found him and made him fuck her. And then she had some money to spend. They went back out to the bars, and who knew what happened next.
Flurry Heart woke up hungover and sore. She knew that was the price of her hobbies, but it always seemed to suck a little more in the morning than she remembered the last time being. Even so, that night had totally been fun enough to make it worth it (as long as nopony made her go anywhere). She'd pretended to be a stallion which had been amazing. She'd done some great banging. She'd… fucked her dad.
Alone, in her dark bedroom, the morning after, it was a lot harder to ignore the facts about her little adventure in the brothel. Without a doubt, those ponies had been her parents. They had come to a brothel—since when did they do that!—and they had paid her for sex. They paid for her own dad to fuck a stallion! And she had been that stallion. She had sucked her dad's dick!
She couldn't stop thinking about it. All day she couldn't stop thinking about her dad. She imagined herself in all kinds of positions with him. She was on top of him, she was under him, he was holding her in his magic, his tail was wrapped around her neck. They fucked in every way she could think of.
She stayed in her room all day. She had no idea how the fuck she was going to look her parents in the eye ever again. She didn't regret fucking her dad—she got herself off three times thinking of that—, but everypony had been in disguise, everything had been hush hush. Sure they wouldn't know, but she would.
She wasn't even going to be able to just forget about it. She wanted more. She needed more. Her dad was a fucking dork, she'd resigned herself to that fact a long time ago, but he was a hot dork. She was actually jealous of her mom. He had been amazing in bed. Judging by the conversation between them, they had intended that night out to be a one time thing. She couldn't just go back to the brothel and hope to run into them again. Well, she could, but she wouldn't find them, only a lot of other ponies. And she was okay with fucking them, but at that moment she only really wanted to fuck her dad.
How do you even deal with that? Flurry made no claims to being a good daughter, or well adjusted, or anything like that. She was a sexual deviant, sometimes even a degenerate. But incest was a step too far even for her. At least that was what she used to think. Now? She never hesitated to add another entry to the ol' kink list, but this was something else. She wasn't in denial about it, but it was weird to feel weird for being into something for once.
Or wait, maybe it seemed weirder than normal because she'd been disguised as a colt during the whole thing. That added a whole other dimension to it. In retrospect, she wasn't sure why she hadn't thought of disguising herself as a dude before. It wasn't as if she'd never thought about what it would be like to be one. Hell, she'd regularly fantasized about being a colt when she masturbated. Had a weird number of dreams about it too. She wasn't one though, no matter how fun pretending to be one was.
But, but, getting back on topic, maybe the weirdness was just from combining two kinks? That was the best idea she could come up with. Which didn't really do her any good. It explained her situation, but it didn't solve any of her problems, like how to get her dad to fuck her again.
More immediate, or course, was the problem of how to leave her room. but it was pretty late, so she applied her usual strategy of schlicking and going to sleep.
She didn't wake up with answers, but she did wake up without a hangover, which counted for something.
The first step, she supposed, was to stop being such a pussy and go outside. She thought about being a colt so much, why didn't she think about having some balls? So she did that. And sweet Celestia was breakfast awkward. Her parents asked her how she'd been the day before, and she couldn't hear one syllable out of her mom's mouth without remembering her ordering her to fuck, or out of her dad's mouth without remembering the groans of pleasure she had cock-sucked out of him—especially him, because she wanted to do it more. She just kept her head down and didn't say anything more than she had to.
That worked well enough. It kept them off her back. But it wasn't what she wanted. Days went by. She went back to her usual shenanigans. But now whenever she saw her parents she didn't think about hiding her life from them, but sharing it.
Weeks passed. And then, one night, she snuck a couple bottles of cider into her room. She got nicely drunk off those, at home for once. And that's when she decided to finally do something. This was what booze was for, right? To help you do the things you really needed to?
She marched straight(ishly) to her parent's bedroom. She was gonna fucking do it and it was going to be great. Obviously the guards didn't give her any trouble. She was one of the few ponies who could just barge in. Only her father was inside when she did. Perfect.
"Flurry?" he said. "What's up?"
She shut the door tight behind her. She wasn't an exhibitionist, nopony else needed to know about this. "I need to talk to you about something, daddy." She made sure there was plenty of sex in her voice.
"Sure, what did you need to talk about?" He narrowed his eyes. "Wait, are you drunk?"
She said no, but she also stumbled a little on her way to him. "Maybe," she admitted, sitting on her parents' bed. "But that's not important. What's… what's important is you." She grabbed at him.
"Wh—"
"I wanna do you."
"Flurry!" he hit her right between the eyes with a sober-up spell. "What in Equestria do you think you're doing!?"
She lurched as the wave of nausea that came from being forcibly de-intoxicated rolled over her. She looked her dad in the eye. This would have been easier to do drunk, but she was desperate. She was going to see it through no matter what. She said, clearly, loudly, and soberly, "I want to have sex with you."
He gaped at her. "That's… disgusting. No. No!" Shaking his head "Where did you get an idea like that anyway."
She let him say his piece. Maybe it was a good thing she wasn't drunk anymore after all. He'd know she meant what she said. "Come on, daddy, there's no need to make a big deal out of it." Could she have argued it with him? Yes, of course. But she didn't need to, she had a trump card. "After all, it wouldn't be the first time for you." And she let her magic flow, and she cast the same glamours as that wonderful night. Before his eyes she turned back into her twinky colt self. She fluttered her eyes at him.
Shining Armor was very still. Very, very still. "H-how do you know that look?"
She smiled, grinned at him. "How do you think? Don't tell me you've forgotten that night already. I know I could never forget it. You were amazing." She winked at him too, just for good measure.
"You mean… that was you? The whole time? I-I'm so sorry. I had no idea. It was all Cadance's—"
Flurry rolled her eyes. "Don't worry. I wasn't planning on it either, but I don't regret one second of what we did. You never told me you were such a stud~ I've been thinking about it ever since. I want more"
Her dad didn't get it. He just sat there shaking his head. "Look, I'm not even going to talk about why you were in a brothel. But I can't do anything like that with you. It's wrong for so many reasons. I'm married for Celestia's sake, and you're my daughter, and… and…" He held his head in his hooves.
"Mom didn't seem to have a problem with you fucking me the other night." Honestly, that was like the easiest retort she'd ever made. She laid back, stretching herself out seductively on the bed.
"That was different. She… she wanted me to try doing another dude. We thought you were one. Not our daughter."
"I hope I made a convincing colt?" Flurry said. She was actually quite interested to hear the answer to that.
He looked at her disbelievingly. "I mean, I guess. You were good enough to make both of us think you were a guy." He was quiet for a long time. Flurry noticed he kept glancing at her flanks.
"I was finally getting used to the idea that I could enjoy having sex with a stallion, and now you drop this on me. Why were you a colt anyway?"
She shrugged. "Dunno. It just seemed like the best way to keep you guys from, you know, recognizing me. Can't say I didn't like it though. If that's what it's gonna take to make this happen, I'm happy to be a boy." Flurry had no idea what was going on anymore. Ideally they would have been fucking already. If he'd gotten super pissed and grounded her for life, that would have made sense. But just talking about it? What was she supposed to do with that?
Her dad sighed. "I guess it's all the same since I didn't know at the time. You gave me a lot to think about, you know that?" He ran his hoof through his mane, still staring at her. "Well you seemed to be having plenty of fun. Are you, you know, trans?"
Flurry blinked. "What?"
"I mean, I don't know, you just seemed like you were enjoying being a colt so much… Just forget it, I didn't mean anything by it."
Shining Armor, her own dad had just asked her if she was trans. Now she really had no idea what was going on. "What are you talking about? Do you even know what that means?" she said, she shouted. Clearly the sobering spell had gone wrong, and she was even drunker than when she had come in. Maybe her dad had gone crazy, or she had. Because that was not a sentence she had ever imagined coming out his mouth. She told him so. She told him how dare he. She told him yeah she crossed the line sometimes but assuming something like that was on another level. She told him a lot of things.
She didn't tell him no.
She ranted a while, but she couldn't tell him he was wrong. A lot of things were starting to make sense that weren't supposed to. Like how much she'd enjoyed the gender-bending parts of their romp together. How much she enjoyed having that appearance just laying on the bed. Farther back too… Time seemed to stand still as a lot of feelings she had never been quite able to put into words found a word.
She mainly thought of herself as a normal filly or mare or whatever she was at her age, just one who acted out a lot. But that had never been quite right, had it?
"Flurry, are you all right?" Shining said, "you got really quiet all of a sudden."
"You're right," Flurry whispered.
She—no, he? Was it? Yes he turned away and lay there limply. Fine. Sure. He was a he, not a she. Fine it felt somehow good to think of himself as he. Fine, all kinds of things seemed to make more sense now. Fine! He was a stallion or should have been, or wanted to be one, or however in Tartarus it worked because he had no fucking idea.
He sighed. Well, it wasn't exactly news to him that he was fucked up. That was technically good news, wasn't it? That being stuck in a mare's body wasn't even the most messed up thing about him? Because there was still that little thing, that quirk he had where he wanted to suck his dad's dick. He couldn't believe his dad had done this to him. This was not what was supposed to happen.
He felt a hoof on his back. Suddenly Shining Armor was standing over him. "Dad?" He felt something poke his back. He twisted his head and saw his dad's member extended and dangling down.
"I think we both need this, is it all right if I…?" Shining said.
Flurry (if that was his name) nodded. "Please." That was really the only part of his plan that still had a chance. And while he might just have hated his dad a little for what he had pointed out, he was still hungry for cock. He still liked stallions. He felt the tip of his father's dick touch his asshole, and then slowly push forward. It felt right.
