"Harder, Daddy!"

“Uhhh, Honey?”

“Yes, dear?”

“You know how we had that talk earlier about how surprises are bad for my heart?”

The unicorn rolled her eyes. “Can you really call it a surprise?”

“It is when Wind Sprint is involved!”

“Heeeeyyyy! How come I can’t be part of the surprise?”

“They’re bad for your father’s heart, dear.”

“That’s not what I mean!”

As the three ponies squabbled outside, a soft giggle came from behind them, although Quibble didn’t dare look to see who it was coming from. The situation wasn’t all that crazy considering all the other shocks he had experienced in his life, but standing in front of the most romantic restaurant in Equestria with both his wife and daughter might still end up turning a few heads from the ponies inside. Even though it wasn’t necessarily crazy to imagine bringing a foal to dinner at Café du Pain, the last thing Quibble Pants wanted was to trigger any unwanted questions about what their relationship was like.

“Mom, why was that mare laughing at us just now?”

“Oh, they weren’t laughing at all of us, sweetie. Just Quibble.”

“H-hey!!” Again, Quibble found himself the target of laughter as the two closest females in his life giggled at his expense. Then, with a long sigh, he turned his attention back to his wife and asked, “So how exactly did you manage to get a reservation here, again? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled you were able to pull this off! It’s just, the last time I got us a place here, it took three months-worth of rent and a crowbar to get us a table!”

“...Why did you need a--”

“Pinkie Pie got the reservation for us.”

“Ohhhhh. Right. I learned to stop asking questions when Pinkie Pie is involved.”

While the two adults talked above her, however, Wind Sprint switched confused glances between the both of them, tilting her eyebrow as she attempted to follow the conversation. “Is this place really that big a deal? It looks like a regular snooty Prench place to me.”

Suddenly, the three of them turned to see a stallion with a red beret and twirly mustache gasp dramatically before fainting onto a plush sofa, further affirming the filly’s remark. Then, turning her attention back towards her parents, Quibble Pants chuckled awkwardly, scratching his head with his eyes turning to the corner of her face. “Well, that’s kind of the point when you think about it...”

“What I think your father is trying to say,” her mother began, leaning her face down to Wind Sprint’s eye level, “is that this place is special to us. It was actually one year ago today at this very restaurant that Quibble and I talked for the first time about how we could bond closer together as a family. I’ve actually had this reservation for the past three months, just because that night meant so much to me.”

A moment passed for the message to sink in, but a few seconds later, the filly’s eyes beamed with a huge smile on her face. “Oh! I get it! That was the first time Quibble and I had se--”

Before Wind Sprint could finish her sentence, Quibble and Clear Sky both moved at jet speeds to cover Wind Sprint’s mouth with their hooves. Then, looking around to see if anypony might have heard, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief. The only pony that was even in close proximity was the stallion from earlier, but he had experienced such a shock from Wind Sprint’s previous comment that he would probably be unconscious for at least a few more minutes.

“Anyway,” Clear Sky said, removing her hooves while the filly gave her an agitated stare. “We should probably go see if our table is ready. Oooooo this is so exciting!!”

As the unicorn pranced her way inside, Wind Sprint shot her step-father an unenthusiastic eyebrow, which he only semi-ignored. “Come on, Wind,” he said. “I think you’re actually gonna like this place.”

With both adults now making their way inside, the pegasus filly rolled her eyes and slowly trudged along behind them, her head hanging low in annoyance. “Sure. This place looks sooooo fun.”

The entire time from the moment they entered inside all the way to being shown their seats, Clear Sky had a massive smile on her face. Not even Wind Sprint’s powerful indifference could manage to keep the mare from nearly bouncing in her chair. Quibble, however, now found himself in the awkward position of trying to find ways to get Wind Sprint excited before she ended up spoiling the fun for everypony.

“You know,” the stallion began hesitantly, rubbing the back of his head, “they probably have crayons here if you wanted to color or--”

“Color?!” the filly shot back. “I’m not a little kid anymore!”

Just as the words seethed out of her mouth, however, a unicorn in a tuxedo arrived behind her, carrying three items in his hoof. “Your menus,” he said in a heavy Prench accent, placing them down onto the table in front of each of the three ponies. While Clear Sky and Quibble Pants received single-page menus in a fancy foreign language, however, Wind Sprint received a smaller, folded up page stuffed with three different colored crayons. The filly then looked up from her paper to give her step-father a hardened stare, but he just replied with an awkward chuckle as he shrugged his shoulders.

“Thank you, monsieur!” Clear Sky replied, ignoring the ponies around her. “Oh, do you happen to have red wine? We’re actually here to celebrate.”

“But of course! And what would be ze occasion?”

“Birthday!” “Anniversary!”

Quibble and Wind Sprint then turned towards each other with nervous expressions after speaking in unison with two different answers.

“Anniversary!” “Birthday!”

Clear Sky slapped a hoof to her face before turning back to the waiter with a much more composed expression. “The three of us are actually here to celebrate one year together as an official family. Isn’t that right, you two?” The unicorn then shot the other two ponies a subtle glare, to which they both nodded their heads anxiously.

Before the waiter noticed anything suspicious, however, he nodded his head with a low bow, presenting nothing short of refined elegance. “Absolutely. We will make sure zat ze three of you are tended to with ze utmost care.”

“Thank you so much! Take your time!”

With another nod, the stallion departed, leaving the three ponies each with different expressions. While Quibble Pants looked away awkwardly and Wind Sprint annoyedly pulled out one of her crayons, Clear Sky sighed with a hoof running down her face.

“Why don’t you two just leave the talking to me tonight?”

“Hey, at least we didn’t blow our cover! Mission accomplished, am I right? Heh heh.”

Clear Sky gave her husband a dull stare before turning her attention towards her equally as unenthused daughter. “So! Have you found anything you’d like on the menu, Wind?”

“Not really,” she replied, lazily coloring the sky on her menu with a green crayon. “I guess just chicken nuggets shaped like dinosaurs, since they apparently don’t think I’m grown up enough for anything else.”

The pink mare sighed, watching the filly in silence as the younger pony switched crayons and started coloring the grass blue. “Honey, we wouldn’t have brought you here if we didn’t think you were grown up. Look around. You’re the only girl your age who’s even here right now.”

Wind Sprint scoffed. “My friend Ginger Snap was here last year, and she’s the same age as me. She even saved some doofus from choking to death! Seriously, who tries to eat a whole breadstick without chewing?” While Wind Sprint’s gaze was focused adamantly on her mother, however, Quibble Pants quickly wiped a bead of sweat from his eyebrow before anypony else could notice. “Besides, it’s not like I can tell anypony about the grownup stuff I do at home anyway…”

The two adults at the table immediately raised their heads and looked in opposite directions, scouting the area to make sure nopony was eavesdropping on them before breathing deep in relief. “Wind Sprint,” her father said sternly, “you know you can’t talk about that sort of thing in public.”

“Well, why not?! If it’s really supposed to make our family stronger, then how come I can’t even tell my friends about it? That is what we’re supposed to be celebrating right now, isn’t it?”

Again, Quibble looked around the entire restaurant, searching for anypony whose head might have turned while Clear Sky carefully leaned in with a soft voice. “Honey, it’s not that we don’t want you to talk about it. It’s just that… other ponies wouldn’t understand.”

“They’d understand if we just told them!”

This time, both parents’ faces softened. “Oh, sweetie, I wish that were the case. You see, other ponies that aren’t part of our family don’t see things that we can see. They might think we’re trying to hurt you.”

“But you’re not!!”

“I know, but part of being an adult means that you have to be strong. I wish I could tell everypony I knew how happy I am that I get to spend every night with you and Quibble, but if anypony ever got the wrong idea… we’d lose you forever.”

Once the message finally began to sink in, Wind Sprint held onto her crayon so tightly that it nearly snapped in her hoof. “That isn’t fair, though…”

Just before the heated mood could dampen their night further, however, the waiter once again returned hovering three glasses of water along with a bottle of wine in his magic aura. “I do hope zat ze three of you are enjoying your time here so far.”

“We are,” replied Clear Sky before he could see Wind Sprint’s unenthusiastic gaze. “In fact, I think we’re ready to order. What do you think, Quibble?”

“Already? I dunno. I haven’t really looked at the--” Before Quibble could disagree, however, he was cut off by his wife’s stern glare as well as a blue light emanating from her horn. “Actually, I was just thinking that now would be the perfect time to order! I’ll take the breadsticks.”

The waiter then pulled out a notepad and began jotting down notes with a smile. “A crowd favorite! And for you, mademoiselle?”

“Oh! I’ll do the chicken cordon bleu.”

With a grin and a nod, the waiter wrote down the order before turning towards the filly, making the two parents bite their lips anxiously. After a brief moment where she said nothing, she finally let out a sigh, rolling her eyes as she mumbled, “I guess I’ll do breadsticks too.”

“Actually,” Clear Sky interrupted before the waiter could leave, “she’d like that in an adult portion, wouldn’t you, honey?”

Suddenly, Wind Sprint’s fixed scowl began to gradually shift into a soft smile. “Yeah,” she replied, much gentler than before. “I think I’d like that.”

“Fantastique!” the unicorn stallion replied, closing his miniature notebook. “I shall have zose ready for you tout de suite. Just let me know if I can do anyzing else.”

With a humble bow, the waiter then left the three ponies alone, allowing them to breathe much more easily now that the tension has abated at least for the time being. Still, though, aside from Wind Sprint being treated like an adult based on her food portions, nothing had really changed since before the waiter arrived. It was obvious that they all wanted to at least make something of the evening, but how were they going to do that now?

As Quibble put his hoof to his chin, trying to come up with a conversation starter, his wife uncorked the bottle of wine, levitating a wine glass for herself and her husband. Wind Sprint, though, was obviously trying not to watch, just because this was yet another way that she could remind herself that she was still just a kid, unable to enjoy another one of the satisfactions that came with adulthood. Maybe he could let her have a sip? No, that would be pushing a boundary. There had to be some way to brighten up her mood, though!

Finally, his brain lit up, bringing a wide smile to his face out of nowhere. “Hey, Wind, do you mind if I see your menu for a sec?”

With an eyebrow slowly raising, the filly said, “Suuuure? What for?”

Quibble didn’t bother responding, instead pulling his chair in closer once Wind Sprint slid her menu towards him. Then, while the pegasus stared in confusion, the stallion grabbed one of her crayons and began drawing circles and lines, making oblong shapes that would need a detective to interpret. The stallion squiggled one final mark on the page, and with a smile on his face that nopony around him understood, he held up the page joyfully to his daughter, who continued to stare in confusion.

“Look! It’s a giraffe!”

Wind Sprint craned her neck and squinted her eyes. “O….K? So then why is it on fire?”

“Huh?!” Quibble Pants looked back at his drawing. “That’s its mane!”

After a few more seconds of looking in befuddlement, the filly finally giggled into her hooves, turning back towards her father with a smile. “And are those antlers supposed to be horns?”

“Oh, I’d like to see you draw one better than this!”

“OK!”

Immediately, the filly snatched away the paper and grabbed a blue crayon, squiggling lines until they came together to form oblong shapes. Even though he knew he was no artist, Quibble Pants was still confident that his illustrations were at least better than whatever Wind Sprint was drawing.

“There!” the filly said, holding up her own drawing proudly. “That’s what a giraffe looks like!”

“You gave it wings!”

“Those are its spots!”

Quibble Pants tilted his head before letting out a chuckle of his own. “Here. Let me show you how it’s done.”

Then, for the next several minutes, the only thing that could be heard from the table were the faint giggles between the two ponies, scribbling with crayons like they were coloring for the first time. Each masterpiece turned out worse than the one before it, but before he knew it, Quibble Pants found himself completely lost in the immersion, continuing to try to one-up his daughter. She, in turn, was taking each challenge to make the goofiest, silliest pictures she could draw, leading to even more hilarity that never seemed to end.

Just as they were getting to the point where their hilarity was at its peak, however, the waiter appeared out of nowhere once again, levitating three dishes in a magical blue aura. “Dinner is served,” he said with elegance, placing each of the meals in front of the three ponies with a humble bow.

Quibble and Wind Sprint both grinned widely as their breadsticks slowly lowered onto the table in front of them. Even though these would normally be appetizers somewhere else, here they were decorated in the finest seasonings and baked at the perfect temperature to give them the best possible consistency. With his mouth practically watering, Quibble immediately looked over to his wife’s plate to see another dish made with the exact same level of pristine magnificence.

“Wow!” the stallion awed. “This food looks amazing, don’t you think, Sky?” Quibble waited for a response, but looking up at his wife for the first time in minutes, he saw a much different picture than he imagined. “Uhhh… Clear Sky?”

“Woooow. Thiz loogs preddy guuuud.”

Clear Sky’s eyes were slightly red, her head was bobbing back and forth, and her breath smelled like she had taken one drink too many. Quibble Pants quickly looked down at his wife’s drinking glass to see that despite a few red droplets on the inside, it was completely empty.

“Clear Sky, how many drinks have you had?”

“Five… *hic* and a half.”

Quibble Pants then turned his attention towards the waiter, who was obviously doing his best to remain polite. “Would you… like any refills? Perhaps anozer glass of water, or…?”

“No, thank you,” Quibble Pants replied with a gentle wave. “We should be fine from here. Although… check back on us in five minutes about that extra glass of water.”

“Mister waiter, haz anypony evur told you that you kinda loog like *hic* that one famous guy?”

Quibble and the waiter immediately stared back at each other. “Make that three minutes.”

“But of course.”

Without any further hesitation, the pristine unicorn turned away from the table to allow the family to return to their celebration, albeit in a way that he hadn’t quite imagined. Thanks to his coloring session with Wind Sprint, Quibble Pants had completely forgotten about his wife, who had probably had nothing to do but drink while they were having the time of their life. Fortunately, though, it looked like she was still functioning well enough to enjoy her meal, so as long as she didn’t throw up, the night could still turn out as perfectly as they’d planned.

Still, though, with his wife slightly intoxicated, he needed to look over and see what Wind Sprint’s reaction was, and fortunately for him, she was practically already digging into her own meal, paying no attention to the drunken mare on the other end of the table.

“Wow!” the filly said, looking at her bread at every angle. “Maybe I shouldn’t have gotten the adult size. I don’t think I’ll be able to eat even half of this!”

“Well, just enjoy as much as you can! This way you won’t go home on an empty stomach.”

In the next moment, Wind Sprint had an entire loaf of bread in her mouth, chewing it down with little bites. Quibble couldn’t help but smile, scooching his chair back to its original placing and taking out a loaf of his own. The second he grabbed it from his plate, he could already smell the aroma wafting through his nostrils, giving him such a pleasant sensation that he could almost feel his entire body covered in pillows.

Just as quickly as he felt himself begin to relax once the taste of delicious seasonings whetted his tastebuds, though, he began to feel a completely new emotions--not a bad one, but definitely one he hadn’t been expecting. He was about to look down at his legs, but just before he got the chance, he could hear his wife shushing him quietly. Turning to his right, he saw that she was delicately eating her own piquant meal, chewing slowly as if she were totally sober. Below the table, however, he could feel her hoof gently moving up his thigh, tracing her way up his sheath until she could feel himself steadily growing from the touch.

“Clear Sky, what are--”

“Ssshhhhh.” The pink mare winked quickly before continuing to lead her fork to her mouth for another delicious bite. Quibble, on the other hand, was now biting down on his lip, trying to keep himself from getting a surprise semi while he was trying to eat his dinner. “What’s the matter, honey? Are those breadsticks not as good as you expected?”

Quibble discreetly looked at his surroundings, then leaned his head next to his wife’s while quietly muttering, “Sky, we’re in public.”

“Then you’d better be quiet before somepony sees.”

Quibble’s eyes then shot straight up to Clear Sky’s but just as soon as he looked at her face, he noticed the way that her tongue danced around her fork, delicately sliding up and down the edges, adding another sultry wink for good measure. The extra visual stimulus wasn’t helping him keep control underneath the table, and with a gulp, he finally pulled his attention back to his own dinner.

The earth pony reached out for his breadstick again, but thanks to his lovely, intoxicated wife, he could scarcely manage to bring it close enough to his mouth to chew. Every time his mouth got close, Clear Sky would drag her hoof down his ever-growing member, making him freeze up before he could taste it. Even if he was able to bring it all the way to his tongue, however, would he even be able to take his mind off of the sensation between his legs long enough to enjoy the flavor of his meal? Quibble glanced at his wife once more, but once the two of them made eye contact, her hoof grabbed onto his phallus even tighter, rubbing him until his half-erection became a full-blown hard on.

“Alright, honey,” Quibble said in an uncomfortable whisper. “I think that’s enough for--”

“Mmm, dear you have got to try this chicken cordon bleu. Now, open up. Say ‘ahh!’”

Finally, she released him from her grasp, giving him probably just one moment to get his head back to earth before she went back to teasing him under the table again. Still, though, if it meant that he could have a moment to eat, he’d gladly cooperate.

With his mouth opening slightly, he allowed his wife to bring her dinner onto his tongue, giving him an immediate rush of flavors that he’d only ever dreamt of. The texture, the aroma, the taste, everything was coming together so beautifully that he found himself lost in the moment, chewing slowly while his eyes fell beneath his eyelids. He almost didn’t want to swallow, just because he wanted the feeling to last as long as possible. Out of reflex alone, however, he tilted his head back and let the food travel down his stomach, letting out a pleasurable, joyous sigh in response.

“Wow! Honey, I gotta say, you really picked the best--Nnng!”

Just like that, she was back at it again, giggling quietly into her right hoof as her left wrapped around his shaft once more. It was like a joke to her, like she would make it to where he couldn’t even think about eating, then right as soon as he got a bite to eat, she would pick up where she left off. The not-eating part wasn’t even what he was worried about, though. If things kept up the way they were going, even if he did his best not to let it bother him, eventually he wouldn’t be able to take it anymore, and if it ended the way he thought it would, the night would end in a very awkward conversation with whoever cleaned under the tables.

“Clear Sky? Honey? Could you… maybe… uh…”

“Give you another bite? OK. Open wide, dear.”

Then, to both his and his wife’s surprise, Quibble Pants reached under the table and forcefully grabbed Clear Sky’s hoof, holding it firmly in his grasp until he realized what he was doing and let go with his face growing red. “S-sorry,” he said, looking away. “I just think… er… that we should just eat for right now.”

The unicorn tilted her head as her eyes squinted with bewilderment. Suddenly, though, that sly smirk returned to her face, making Quibble gulp all over again.

“I have a better idea,” she said, turning her face away from her husband, now looking across the table. “How are you enjoying your breadsticks, Wind?”

Quibble’s eyes went wide. He didn’t know what she was planning, but there was no way this could be good.

“They’re great! But I think I’m starting to get a little full already...”

“Ohhhh, but the night’s just getting started!”

Immediately Quibble shot a look at his wife that he hoped would communicate, “you wouldn’t dare,” but she in turn sent him her own look that said, “I’m drunk.”

“Actually!” Quibble began before she could say anything else. “I was thinking, why don’t the two of us color some more? Besides, if you’re just about finished eating already--”

“But you’ve barely eaten anything.”

As soon as Wind Sprint said those words, Quibble looked down at his breadsticks and realized that he’d only taken two bites. Clear Sky was halfway through with her own meal, and he was honestly surprised that Wind was able to eat as much as she had. He, on the other hand, was the only one who hadn’t yet been able to enjoy his dinner.

“Yeah, but I don’t eat all that much anyway. Besides, we never did finish that octopus drawing we were working on.”

“...It was a lion, dad.”

“I was actually thinking of something a little more fun,” Clear Sky said, giggling in a way that no sober woman would. Quibble could already feel his pulse quickening, but even if he tried stopping her, he knew she would just ignore him. “Why don’t you reach under the table and see what daddy’s been hiding?”

Wind Sprint looked up at Quibble, who shook his head as seriously as he could. Despite his best wishes, though, she reached underneath the table, and in the next moment, the filly’s spare hoof was now covering her mouth before she started laughing out loud.

“Wow, Quibble! I didn’t know you liked breadsticks that much!”

Quibble slapped his hoof to his face in defeat while the two girls at the table began to giggle at his expense. “You know, I was just thinking about something,” the mare said, leaning over the table. “I know that you might feel like you never get to do any of the stuff that grownups do, but maybe we could do some grownup stuff right now!”

“In the middle of the restaurant?!”

The brown stallion quickly looked over his shoulder to see if anypony was listening, and to his dismay, everypony around him was too focused on their own lives to notice. Now there was nopony to stop them. “Sky, honey, I’m not sure if this is the best place to--”

“Quibble won’t be able to finish without getting sperm all over the carpet,” the pink mare continued, “but us girls can cum aaaanywhere we want.”

“That does sound like fun right now…”

“No, it doesn’t!” Quibble quickly responded, quietly yet frantically. “You know what sounds like more fun? A game of pictionary! Here, I can start us off.”

Finally, Clear Sky rolled her eyes, and just as Quibble reached over to grab a crayon, he felt his entire body freeze at the touch of a female hoof returning its grip between his legs. He wanted to pull her off again, but even though his mind was screaming at him to pull her off, his muscles stopped moving. Even though he knew that if she continued, he wouldn’t be able to keep it inside anymore, he was still completely helpless when it came to the way that Clear Sky delicately ran up and down the length of his penis.

Right when Quibble was about to finally allow himself to enjoy it, however, Clear Sky released him from her grasp and leaned over the table. “Plus, if he says no, we can jack him off until he embarrasses himself.”

“Good plan, mom!”

“No, it is not a good plan! Excuse me? Waiter? It’s been more than three minutes! Could we have that water refill now?”

Quibble honestly tried his best to protest, but these girls had it in their minds to torture him as much as they could. This night was supposed to be a celebration for the three of them, yet somehow, he felt like the other two were celebrating at his own expense. It’s not that he didn’t enjoy it, but he was still kind of hoping that he would at least be able to make it home before they took advantage of him.

Suddenly, he felt something brush against his hind leg, and looking over at Wind Sprint, he could see her blushing as she slid down in her chair. She looked so cute with her big eyes looking up at him innocently, silently pleading with him to penetrate her, but there was no way he could do something like this in a public setting! What if somepony saw?! He’d not only be branded a pervert, he’d probably be banished to Tartarus!

“Please…”

Wind Sprint bit down on her lip for added effect, and he could already feel himself growing bigger under the table, reminding him that if he said no, they’d squeeze him until he popped.

Plus, this way he’d actually be able to eat his food…

With a sigh, Quibble Pants slid his hoof down his face, down to the tablecloth, and gently descended until it reached Wind Sprint’s slender knee. With his hoof moving backwards and forwards, he could see out the corner of his eye the way she fidgeted in her chair, but there was no way he could look directly in her eye. Instead, he used his spare hoof to pull out a breadstick and pop it into his mouth at the same time his hoof traveled to the inside of her thigh, taking a big bite as Wind Sprint gasped in surprise. He could make this work without anypony noticing, but he’d have to be careful.

“So, Sky, how are you enjoying that wine?” While Quibble spoke, his hoof eased its way to the edge of her folds, feeling her legs squeeze against him as he pressed against her sensitive area. Wind Sprint’s mouth opened slightly, taking in deep, quiet breaths, but Quibble kept his focus on Clear Sky, just in case anypony decided to look over.

“It’s really good. Speaking of which, you haven’t had any yet, have you?”

“No, I haven’t! In fact, I think I’ll have some right now.”

As Quibble grabbed his own glass of wine and lifted it to his mouth, his hoof gently slid its way up the middle of Wind Sprint’s slit, splitting her in the middle until he arrived at the small button at the top of her fillyhood. The pegasus immediately slapped a hoof to her mouth, leaning on top of the table with a thud, but Quibble Pants continued to drink like nothing was going on, allowing the bitter taste of fermented grapes to gradually alleviate the tension in his muscles. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, giving his daughter a hoofjob in public might not have been as terrifying as he originally thought.

Finally, turning his eyes towards the filly at his left, he found that Wind Sprint was barely able to handle herself while Quibble teased at her lower half. She was breathing audibly with her elbow on the table while her hoof brushed through her mane, unable to keep herself still as her spine arched and straightened in the throes of her lust. She wasn’t doing anything too wild to get anypony to notice, but if somepony were to turn their head in Wind Sprint’s direction, they would immediately pick up on something strange going on at table twelve. It was enough to make him nervous, but it also sent the blood rushing through him in a way that he’d never felt before, living so dangerously close to one pony’s gaze potentially ending his life as he knew it. Was this what exhibitionism felt like? Regardless, he wanted more of it.

“Mmm! Sky, you have got to try this breadstick!”

While Quibble continued to eat his meal as if nothing was going on beside him, he spoke through a mouth full of bread, holding out his doughy dinner for his wife to take a bite herself. The minute Clear Sky leaned over to chew off the end of his breadstick, however, Quibble finally inserted his hoof all the way into Wind Sprint’s orifice, both females cooing in pleasure at the same time.

“So gooood!” the mare cried out, causing the filly to cover her mouth with her hoof before she said the exact same thing. The more Quibble dug his hoof into her little lips, the more she squeezed her quivering legs together, making her even tighter as he navigated through her inner walls. He was trying to keep up the act that he was sharing a normal dinner with his wife, but the tighter Wind Sprint got, the more he wanted to see her horny face, her eyes violently squeezed shut, her trembling jaw.

“So which do you like more, the breadsticks or the chicken?” the earth pony asked, trying his best to continue his conversation with Clear Sky to prevent himself from giving into his ulterior desires. Wind Sprint, though, wasn’t going to make this easy on him as she started involuntarily moaning in pleasure, still low enough to where only Quibble could hear, but still loud enough to make him glance over anxiously.

“They’re both pretty good,” Clear Sky responded, pulling his attention back towards her again, saving him from himself. “I think I made the right choice with the chicken cordon bleu, though.”

“I’ve gotta admit, even though I don’t regret getting the breadsticks, I think you may have chosen the better--”

“Mmmmm, fuck me harder, daddy~!”

This time, his head snapped, which he would immediately regret if somepony happened to look over in curiosity. Still, though, there was no way he could miss seeing her literally cry out for him in aroused agony as her liquids started pooling around his hoof within her loins. There was no way for him to continue hoofing her without making noise. Even though he wanted to keep going, even though walking that thin line where he could get caught at any moment was a thrill in and of itself, he was now moving into almost suicide territory.

He had to bite his lip to harden his resolve, but once his mind had more control than his hormones again, he slid his hoof out of his daughter’s legs, along with a small strand of her feminine fluids sticking to his hoof in the process. Wind Sprint immediately looked up with disappointment on her face, and even though he wanted nothing more than to finish her off, he had to be strong now more than ever. Once his hoof rose above the table, however, Clear Sky’s nose came closer, her eyes practically falling into the back of her head once the scent on his hoof wafted into her nose.

“So, uh… Great dinner tonight!” Quibble said with an awkward chuckle, switching looks between the two horny females at the table, both pleading for more with their faces. “Oh! More wine? Don’t mind if I do!”

The stallion then reached for the bottle of wine, poured as much into his glass as he could and quickly chugged the contents down, his hoof trembling as he lifted it to his lips. Once he finished it off with a satisfied sigh, however, Clear Sky placed her hoof onto his, giving him a drunken giggle that made him shudder.

“I have to pee.”

“Oh, dear Celestia. I hope this isn’t going where I think it’s going.”

With another giggle, the mare pointed her head to the side of the restaurant, smiling erotically. “I was just thinking that maybe if you had to go too, we could all go together.”

“Oh, dear Celestia. It is going where I think it’s going.”

“Not tonight, dear. I don’t think that’s on my list, but I’m too drunk to remember right now.”

Quibble placed his hoof on his forehead with a sigh. “Why do you even have a list?”

Clear Sky rolled her eyes. “And I think we can check off another one of the things on my to-do list if you and Wind Sprint decide to come along. Besides…” Clear Sky then pulled her chair out, and the moment she touched the ground, she nearly fell over in a drunken stupor. “...I could use some help getting there, and we don’t wanna leave Wind Sprint all alone, do we?”

The stallion turned towards his daughter, who shrugged in response. Quibble hated how easily an intoxicated mare was able to manipulate him into doing basically anything she wanted, but he knew that if he didn’t at least humor her, she was going to embarrass him even more just on her way to the restroom. Finally, slapping his hoof to his face with an exasperated sigh, Quibble stood up from his chair and said, “Come on, Wind. Let’s help your mother to the bathroom.”

Clear Sky flashed him a devilish grin, which he tried his best to ignore. Instead, the stallion pulled his wife’s hoof around his neck, trudging along towards the restrooms with their daughter following closely behind. Even though he was trying to avoid a scene, he couldn’t help but notice ponies glancing in his direction through his peripheral vision, though he was doing all he could not to look directly at them. Once he got her safely to the door to the bathroom, he could just leave her there and wait for her to be done… or, at least in a perfect world he’d be able to do that.

“We’re here,” Quibble said, pulling Clear Sky’s hoof off of his neck. “Now, why don’t you just go in there and--”

“Oh, I don’t feel good using the girls’ room. Why don’t we use that one instead?”

Quibble dreadingly followed the direction Clear Sky was pointing towards, and as he expected, she had led him into a trap. “Oh… the family bathroom.”

“We’re a family! Come on! Let’s go inside!”

Quibble again spun his head toward Wind Sprint for one last chance at avoiding another possible felony waiting to happen, but Wind Sprint just bit her lip and looked away, rubbing her foreleg awkwardly. The earth pony slapped his hand to his face again, and with an unenthused look on his face, he said, “Come on,” leading his wife into the bathroom with Wind Sprint following closely behind.

After one last check to make sure nopony was paying attention to them, Quibble Pants closed the door behind them, locking it quickly before sliding his back down. The room was small, but still large enough for three ponies to fit comfortably, along with one toilet, a sink, and a mirror, although he was pretty sure they wouldn’t be using any of them.

“How are you feeling, honey?” the unicorn asked, her attention directed towards the filly. “Still kinda horny from earlier?”

“A little…” she responded, looking away bashfully. Quibble hated how cute she looked, just because he knew that Clear Sky was using that to her advantage.

“And Quibble, aren’t you still turned on at least a little bit from earlier?” Quibble Pants groaned but didn’t deny her statement, causing Clear Sky to smile devilishly. “So then why don’t you two take care of each other, and I’ll just sit back and take care of myself?”

As the mare found a good sitting position on the bathroom floor, Quibble and Wind Sprint looked at each other awkwardly. Even though they were admittedly both still in the mood, it would feel weird for them to just start humping each other right off the bat. Still, though, what kind of foreplay could the two of them do now, seeing as how they’d both been fondled to near orgasm back at the dinner table?

“You’re over-thinking things again, aren’t you, Quibble?” Wind Sprint asked. The stallion then rubbed the back of his head with a blush while the filly shook her head with a groan. “Here. I think I know how I can help.”

Before Quibble could react, though, Wind Sprint crawled underneath his torso, and just as he was about to ask what she was doing, he felt his head crane backwards pleasurably. Once he gained enough mental energy to look down, he noticed Wind’s tail swishing back and forth, but Quibble, on the other hand, was trying to keep his wobbly knees from falling in on themselves. Just below him, his daughter was going to town on his half-flaccid member, tracing small licks around the edges before slipping her lips over it entirely. It was amazing to him how even though he had felt her lips on his dick dozens of times over the past year, she still found ways to make it feel like it was his first blowjob ever.

Clear Sky, meanwhile, had already begun her own solitary female time, exploring the outside of her vulva, spreading it just wide enough to give Quibble a visual stimulus on top of the sensation in his pelvis. His body was so jittery from all the nerve endings in his body jolting at once, but he couldn’t allow himself to get too into it with his daughter right underneath him. Even if she was good at deepthroating by now, the last thing he wanted to do was inadvertently force more of his length into her throat and possibly ruin the immersion. The more Wind Sprint licked up and down his skin, though, the harder it was for Quibble to keep himself still.

“Hang on, Wind,” Quibble muttered painfully, taking a few steps back until the filly wasn’t directly underneath him anymore. He wanted to keep going, but somepony was going to get hurt if Wind Sprint kept blowing him like that. Then, wobbling himself backwards until he fell onto his haunches, his erect cock sticking straight up, the stallion held out his hooves, reaching out for the purple filly. “I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

“Me neither.”

Almost immediately, Wind Sprint was in Quibble’s hooves, her mouth pressed firmly against her step-father’s while her pelvic region slid against the edges of his dick. Her tongue flailed wildly in his mouth, and even though it had just been licking up his own shaft, the vigor of her youthful eroticism was making him match her urgency. He hadn’t penetrated her yet, using this time to slip himself between her folds like a hotdog while her groin drizzled her natural nectar along the sides. It would only be a matter of time, though, before he was properly lubricated enough to slip himself inside, making his member twitch just from the anticipation.

Finally, Quibble Pants pulled Wind Sprint off of his mouth, a small strand of saliva still connecting their lips as he looked deeply into her eyes and asked, “Are you ready?” A nod was all he needed, and with the permission he needed to continue, he slowly lifted Wind Sprint’s torso, hovering her crotch over his shaft until the two of them fused together.

Wind Sprint let out a high-pitched shriek, leading Quibble to place his mouth on top of hers, silencing her despite her moans trying to break through his mouth. He wanted nothing more than for everypony in the restaurant to know how horny he could make her, but not at the cost of the repercussions that could potentially follow. He didn’t know who would be harder to control, himself or Wind Sprint, and for some reason, it was getting him off even more.

With his hooves trailing down the filly’s back, his pelvis reached deeper into her insides, sliding against her vaginal walls, which gripped him tighter the further he went. Soon, he found the head of his penis rubbing against the end of her fillyhood, and after moving his shaft in small, agonizing circles, he slowly began pulling himself back out, making Wind Sprint moan femininely again. He then quickly wrapped his tongue around hers again, to which she responded by wrapping her hooves around his neck, pressing her mouth as violently against Quibble’s as she could while her pelvis tried adamantly to fill the gap between her thighs.

He could now hear splashing sounds coming from two different areas in the room, and looking over at Clear Sky, the stallion saw his wife in her own throes of pleasure, spreading her hind legs even wider while her hoof explored the depths of her marehood. He wished that he could somehow penetrate both of them at the same time, to feel both of their pussies dragging along the edge of his cock in unison, but the moment he had taken his focus off of Wind Sprint, she pulled his attention back to her again with her groin bouncing quickly on top of his.

Then, leaning back into a lying position, Quibble pulled his daughter on top of him, shoving his dick through her as fast as he could. The moment he did, though, Wind Sprint’s mouth left his, now moaning wildly while her dad fucked her from below. He knew he should probably stop her, but there was no way he could ignore how her high-pitched cries of lust made him grow even harder between her legs. Hopefully the bathroom doors and conversations of the restaurant were loud enough to drain out her voice, because if anything, he just wanted to make her louder now.

“How does it feel, Wind?” the stallion asked with a smirk before knocking his head back from another wave of pleasure in his loins.

“I love it, daddy,” she moaned, releasing a high-pitched sigh as he pushed deeper between her legs.

“I’m so glad you let me do this with you a year ago.”

“Mmm~! Thank you for letting me feel you inside me whenever I want. Ah! Hahhhh!”

Even after a straight year of feeling her inner walls massaging his phallus, he never once got accustomed to how good it felt when her fluids dripped down the sides of his shaft. Even as her voice changed as she matured, she somehow learned to make her voice increase in pitch the more she practiced. Likewise, Quibble Pants found more of her weaknesses, like whenever he smoothed his hooves over the inside of her thighs, which always made her back arch in arousal.

Wind Sprint pressed her hooves to Quibble’s chest, holding her pelvis down as hard as she could get it, allowing the maximum length possible to pierce through her insides. Then, once he was inside her completely, she circled her hips against his groin as her eyes went to the ceiling, making Quibble’s cock reflexively throb. The filly could no doubt feel the blood racing to his shaft, combing through her short mane and moaning pleasurably while she rubbed her flank against his crotch.

“Ohhh, when did you get this good?” Quibble gasped, making the filly giggle before leaning her mouth down to place a soft kiss at the base of his neck. “Mm! OK, switch me places before you get me too carried away.”

Wind Sprint gasped femininely as she slowly pulled her folds off of Quibble’s shaft, feeling his dick rubbing against her on her way out. Then, once his penis flopped back onto his chest, the two ponies rolled around each other where Wind Sprint was now laying on the floor, her hind legs spread with her hooves behind her head like a pillow. The stallion then positioned himself over her, angled his member to her opening and once again slid himself into her pussy, making the filly breathe loudly in response.

Once he made his way back to where he was, Wind Sprint pulled her hooves from behind her back, one of which fell over her eyes with the other going into her mouth. The pegasus then bit down gently, chewing on her hoof to channel at least some of her pent up energy somewhere else, just so her pussy wouldn’t get too overwhelmed. This was made easier, however, by Quibble running his hoof to her neck, gently caressing it until he held it more firmly in his grip, making the filly’s mouth go wide in surprise.

“Tell me if I’m being too rough, OK?”

Wind Sprint chuckled, placing her own hoof on top of his and pressing him harder against her windpipe. “I don’t know if you’re strong enough to be too rough,” the filly quipped.

“...I want to take you up on that challenge, but you can imagine why I’m a little afraid to do something like that.”

“Yeah, that’s why it’s called a challenge.”

Quibble gave an insulted scoff, but Wind Sprint gave him her bedroom eyes, making him smile despite the fact that he was probably going out of his comfort zone in more than one way. With his hoof gripping at her neck tighter, the filly gasped, but before he could let go, she rocked her pussy against him, making him nearly fall forward from the abrupt bliss in his nethers. He then heard a soft sigh coming from the other end of the bathroom, and looking over at his wife, he saw that her thighs were practically clamped together with her hoof massaging wildly at her nub.

“Heheh,” she giggled. “Make that three things we can cross off the list. Now, why don’t you be a good girl and let the whole restaurant know how good it feels?”

“Uhh, Sky? I’m not so sure that’s such a good idea.”

“Then you’d better keep me from doing it,” Wind Sprint replied with a wink, and before Quibble could interpret what she meant, she bounced her crotch violently against his, draping her foreleg over her eyes while she screamed at an even louder volume. “Ahhh! Yes! Fuck me deeper, daddy! Make your little girl cum all over you!”

“Ssshhh!!!” the stallion said, putting his hoof over Wind Sprint’s mouth, but the filly simply smiled snidely with her eyelids falling halfway down.

“That’s not how you’re going to get me to be quiet, Quibble. AAAAHHHH!!! I’m so wet! Harder! I wanna feel your whole cock inside me!”

In the only way left he could think of to silence her, Quibble once again latched his hoof around the filly’s neck, causing her to wrap her hind legs around his waist in response. Her back arched from the stimulation, pulling the earth pony in closer as her inner tunnels clasped tighter around his shaft. Similarly, Clear Sky fell onto her side, covering her mouth with her spare hoof before she started inadvertently screaming herself, now rubbing her clitoris even more furiously.

The whole idea of choking his daughter made him feel a little more than nervous; it made him feel like he was walking a very thin line between something erotic and something dangerous. Just as he was about to release her, though, she pulled on his back, forcing even more of his length between her thighs, giving him a dopamine rush that only tightened his grip. Quibble quickly opened his eyes to make sure that he wasn’t hurting her, but with the nod of her head, the stallion immediately pressed his lips against hers, feeling a small stream of lubrication swelling around his phallus.

He felt terrible for getting off on it, but he couldn’t deny that it was still turning him on. Maybe it was the feeling of her vagina squeezing him harder the tighter he held her. Maybe it was just from the two girls in the room having borderline orgasms in front of him, giving him an extra confidence boost knowing that he had that kind of power over them. Whatever the reason, he knew that at any second, he would reach his limit and probably make a mess all over the bathroom floor.

Just as he was about to warn Wind Sprint of his approaching ejaculation, though, the filly opened her mouth and quietly muttered, “Don’t stop. I’m so close.”

Hearing the words alone almost made him finish prematurely. He could keep himself from cumming for a little bit, but he knew that if he wanted to give Wind Sprint her own orgasm, he would need to make it happen fast.

Should he grip her harder? Should he move his hips faster? Or should he go slower just to keep himself from accidentally cumming too quick? Before he could overthink things like he always did, though, he saw Wind Sprint’s mouth hang open with her back arching, pulling him away from his thoughts. He was suddenly going off of autopilot alone, letting his libido control his movements for him, and fortunately for his daughter, he was doing everything he needed to do to get her off.

Quibble’s hips flexed against hers at twice his normal strength, to the point where he could almost feel himself losing more oxygen than Wind Sprint. Suddenly, he could see why she was enjoying it so much. The feeling of blood flushing towards his sex organ while adrenaline surged through his veins gave him a high he’d never experienced before. It was a feeling of pure bliss, but it once again reminded him that his dick was overstimulated to the point of near pain. He probably wouldn’t be able to outlast Wind Sprint, but he could at least try to finish alongside her.

“Alright, honey,” Quibble said with a gulp. “I’m going to hold you a little tighter. Just tap me twice if I go too far, OK?”

The filly quickly nodded her head, and with one more small squeeze against her neck, she immediately latched onto Quibble’s shoulders, holding on for dear life, but never tapping him. Even if he were to use his full strength, he would have plenty of time to cum before Wind Sprint passed out, but he was going to make her faint for a different reason. With his hoof now holding on as tight as he was planning to go, his hips rocked against her at his full might, feeling her inner walls hug his cock until the final moments. This was it. He couldn’t wait any longer.

“It’s happening, Wind! I’m cumming!”

“Fuck me, daddy! Ah! Ah! Ahhh!!!”

Finally, he gave into the pressure that had been building up since he was at the dinner table, flowing squirt after squirt of ejaculant until Wind Sprint’s insides were drenched in semen. At the same time, Wind Sprint’s hind legs were on the tips of her hooves with her pelvis as high as it could go, shaking weakly as her father poured his semen inside her. Her voice was getting louder, even despite the lack of air making it into her lungs. Her lower body remained frozen for as long as possible, but once his cum started oozing out the sides, she immediately fell onto the floor, pulling his dick out while she convulsed wildly. Quibble Pants, though, still wasn’t finished, and even though he wasn’t inside the safety of her fillyhood anymore, he continued pulsating strand after strand of white strands on top of his daughter, decorating everything from her face to her legs in sticky fluids.

Wind Sprint sighed softly as her orgasm gradually subsided, squeezing her legs together and turning onto her side with both hooves clenched to her groin. Even though she had sperm all over her body, she was still far too sensitive to move her body enough to wipe herself off. Instead, she let the fluids drip down to the floor, giving off the image of sweating semen while she panted quietly on the ground.

With Wind busy trying to get her bearings back, Quibble Pants wobbled himself back up to all fours, trying to keep his dick from getting any more cum on the floor that he would just have to clean up. Then, once his head stopped spinning, he looked over to his wife, who he was expecting to be in a similar position as Wind Sprint, but to his surprise, she was still sitting upright with her hoof to her crotch. The weird part, though, was that she had a frown on her face, no longer rubbing herself to climax.

“Honey?” the stallion asked. “Are you OK?”

Just as Clear Sky opened her mouth to answer, however, a loud knock echoed throughout the bathroom walls. “Hey, are you alright in there?”

The two adults quickly swapped nervous expressions before Quibble hesitantly answered back, “E-everything’s fine! Just uh… uh…”

“Helping your daughter blow her nose!” Clear Sky whispered. Quibble Pants immediately looked towards her with an eyebrow raised, hesitantly waiting for her to come up with something else. The unicorn, though, just gave him a demanding look with her eyes, making Quibble Pants sigh in defeat.

With his hoof running down his face, the earth pony then said, “I’m just helping my daughter blow her nose.”

“...Did it work?”

Quibble Pants turned to his wife for guidance, but the mare just shrugged her shoulders. “Y-yeah, it worked! My daughter’s nose is as good as cleared! We’ll be out in just a second!”

“OK! Hey, and just between us, everypony’s a little worried out here.”

The stallion’s eyes went wide. “Oh, Celestia. I really hope this isn’t going where I think it is.”

After rushing as quickly as he could to clean up Wind Sprint (as well as the floor, which was now even dirtier), Quibble Pants slowly opened the door of the bathroom, peaking out his nose to see if anypony would notice them leave. Then, to his dismay, he found that not only would he be noticed, but also that every single pony in the restaurant had theirs eyes focused on him. The brown earth pony chuckled awkwardly as he stepped out of the bathroom completely, sweating bullets as his family stepped out behind him.

“W-we got it!” Quibble said as confidently as he could. “Sinuses don’t stand a chance against these ponies! Heheh…” The ponies in the restaurant, however, continued to look, blinking in confusion while they waited for a further explanation. “Ugh… Waiter, I think we’d like that check now, please!”