Daddy's Little Darling

On the outskirts of Ponyville, a bluish-white slit materialized in mid-air, flowering like a birth canal. It dripped ethereal energies, shimmering beneath the sunshine, a flock of birds scattering with a stream of chirps. From the void tumbled a human woman, who rolled to a stop when she collided with a rock. “Oof! What in Tartarus-?” She rose and dusted herself off.

A stream trickled nearby, and her heeled boots crunched on the grass when she moved towards it, the attire rising to her voluptuous thighs. She wore similar gloves that rose to her upper arms, wiggling her bared fingers. With a sharp intake of breath she studied herself in the stirring waters. “What am I?” She stroked a cheek, her skin colored a mild violet. A similar shade tinted her platinum hair which trailed to plush buttocks. Her eyes were a slightly darker shade of purple.

Upon her head rested a floppy cone-shaped hat with a wide brim, decorated with what appeared to be closed almond-shaped eyes and thin pursed lips. “A little grotesque, but at least the rest of me is cute?” Her statuesque physique was garbed in a high-cut plum leotard with the same bizarre decoration, and a short cape trailed behind her.

She tried to recall more about herself. Her name was Beatrix Belladonna, she was a moderately talented magician who specialized in alchemy, and...that's about where her knowledge ended. She turned back to the nexus point where she'd arrived from and watched it finish closing. “Oh well.” She shrugged. “May as well have a look around?”

Looking between the lush Everfree Forest, and the quaint Ponyville, she decided on the latter, following a trail into the town. But after a short stroll she pulled to a stop, and ducked behind a tree, staring wide-eyed at the cute little ponies which trotted between the buildings and about a marketplace further on. She noted some of them had horns or wings, and their flanks were decorated by a variety of symbols. On rare occasions she sighted other creatures, but nothing remotely like her.

“Huh, maybe it's not a good idea to head in there? I mean, how will they react?” She brushed fingernails decorated with tiny stars over her chin. “And why do I talk to myself so much? It's not like I have an audience!”

She paced around for a while, then ducked behind some shops, keeping to the shade. Everywhere she looked pastel flowers decorated the paths. It was nearly the most pleasantly saccharine place she could imagine, like something out of a fairy tale. She cautiously made her way further in, peeking around the corners, smiling while she watched the denizens go about their business. It wasn't like her to live vicariously, was it? Well, it's not like she could remember how she used to be!

Her hat flopped and her cape and hair fluttered under a breeze. Butterflies flitted about. Somewhere, ponies were breaking into songs and dance, tempting her to join in. But she shook the idea away, uncertain whether she'd be welcomed so easily.

Instead she continued to stick towards the outskirts of Ponyville, solitary places that appeared to be mostly abandoned. She paused when her gaze settled on a hobo curled up behind a shop. For a moment she considered tiptoeing away, but decided there was no safer way to introduce herself, as at least the stallion huddled up in a blanket was alone. “Um, hello?”

He sniffled and raised his head, his snout shadowed under the cloth that hooded him. His chin was scruffy and tufts of messy locks were barely visible. “Hey there. Sorry, I'll move on.” He shifted, starting to rise.

“Oh no, I'm not the owner. My name's Beatrix Belladonna.” She bent over and offered a hand. “And you are...?”

Swallowing hard, his azure eyes locked on her cleavage which practically spilled from her top. Realizing she'd noticed his leer his cheeks flushed and he turned his head aside, a chuckle escaping her full lips. She tossed back his cover to reveal a wild dark blue mane with a lighter streak, his broad chest covered in a thin alabaster coat. “The name's Shining Armor.”

“Huh, that's a weird name. Cute, though! Now, what's a handsome stud doing here all by his lonesome?”

“It's a long and not terribly interesting story.” She settled down beside him, shifting her ample bottom on her cape which trailed atop the dirt. “It's my marefriend. Well, former marefriend, Cadance. She decided we need some time apart to rethink our relationship. I screwed up, got jealous when some friends of mine hit on her, said some crap I can't take back.”

Her hand curled atop his forehoof. “Sorry to hear that. But she'll come around.”

“Yeah, maybe.” He sighed. “Thought I'd come and visit my sister, but I didn't want to let her know how much I screwed up, so I decided to lay low for a while. Uh, no offense, but what are you? I mean, I don't intend to be rude, but I've never seen a creature quite like you before. A minotaur's the closest I can think of. You're a lot more pleasant to look at , though!”

She giggled. “That's sweet! I'm a human. Um, it's hard to explain. I come from another dimension. I think. I'm pretty sure?” He cocked an eyebrow, more confused than ever. “Well, I doubt it's important, at least right now. Say...” Unable to help her curiosity, she gently slid the cover from his broad shoulders, until it slipped away and pooled at his haunches. She drank in his chiseled form with a lick of her chops, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. Her palm pressed upon a well-sculpted thigh, where a shield symbol which suited his namesake rested. “How would you like to be my knight-in-shining-armor for a day?”

He swallowed hard, his gaze locked on her heaving boobs. “You don't think we're moving a bit fast?”

“Hey, I'd rather not miss an opportunity! Besides...” She peeked between his legs at his still sheathed equipment. “I'd like to test how compatible our physiology is?” She cupped his swelled testicles, and he moaned low, his dark gray stallionhood starting to slowly slip loose. She traced the thick veins, coaxing out his soon fully erect cock, until the bulbous meat filled her palm.

Muscles tensed up and a subdued whinny escaped him. “Wh-what about-”

“Cadance? Well, you're separated for the time being, so it's okay, right? Besides, for all you know she's seeing another guy now, too!” She winked. Whatever possessed her to do this, it was coming naturally to her now.

“Could be,” he admitted trying not to think of another stallion laying hooves on the mare he hoped to one day wed.

The flared tip smeared her hand in viscous precum. It stuck between her digits, which she raised to her mouth, taking a slow and sensuous lick with a smack of her lips. “Mmm...sweet and salty.” She licked herself clean, then returned to stroking his dick.

“Ah,” he cried with a twitch of his ears. “A-about your outfit...you related to Trixie...?”

Trixie...Trixie Lulamoon...the name played in her head and a series of vague memories returned. “Yeah, she's my wonderful mother. Well, the Trixie where I come from? She taught me almost everything I know!” She felt his body heat radiating, her nethers so engorged with need her damp camel toe was visible through the lower portion of her costume, which rode up into her heart-shaped bottom. Similarly, erect nipples poked into the thin fabric. He sat back against the shop, spreading his legs to allow her better access, while she jerked him faster, more pre oozing over her fist while she pumped it.

But she certainly didn't want to tire him out with a mere handjob. With her free hand she plucked off her hat and placed it atop his head. “Let's escalate this, shall we?” With a snap of her fingers she banished her leotard and cape which dematerialized, her udders dropping with a bounce, swaying like pendulums and knocking together. Topped by wide areola, her pastel pink nipples tingled. A patch of curled violet pubes topped the tight slit of her moistened vulva. “Don't be shy. Touch.”

His forehooves shook when he brushed them down her bosom, rolling her supple and unbelievably soft breasts in circular motions. He traced lower, down her navel, across her child-bearing hips, between her thick thighs and over her womanly mound, its pink lips puffy and slick with lubrication. His nostrils flared when he breathed in her sweet musk.

Lowering herself, she rubbed his flared tip over her cheek, scrunching her face while she slid it down his length and slathered herself in more dripping precum. It stuck to a few stray locks, clinging to her, her mouth twisted into a lazy smile and her eyes half-lidded. Now wetted eye-shadow started to messily streak and run. He groaned when her tongue started to trace his veins from tip to base, licking up his runny pre like it was ice cream, savoring the smell, taste, and texture.

Planting a peck on his urethra, she slurped down the glob that beaded it, moaning when her lips wrapped around his cockhead. She sunk down, past the medial ring, distending her neck which bulged with his shape when she took him balls deep until he'd filled her gullet. She met his gaze while she bobbed her head. His forehooves dug into her scalp in a dominant fashion.

She leaned in with loud slurps each time she swallowed him, her legs parted until her backside was in a frog-like position, amplifying her squishy butt which jutted out. His horn sparked with magic, lit up when he worked a simple spell, his aura gaping open the soft pink ring of her sphincter. She cooed with him while he massaged her warm bowels.

“I-I'm about to-” He prepared to let her off, but she doubled-down, grinding her face into his furry crotch. His tip throbbed and unloaded spurt-after-spurt. She stared into a face which twisted by ecstasy the entire time he came, her own features now sloppy with runny makeup and pre that mingled with her flushed skin. Her cheeks bulged out from excess cum, unable to drink down all that he released into her throat, more burning as it erupted from her nostrils, only to bubble and pop.

When she finally pulled free with a plop she huffed and heaved her tits, speckled with blobs of his semen that slipped free, her lips still connected with his slathered stallionhood by strings of saliva and semen mixed together. Proudly she opened her throat wide to show him her coated white tongue, swishing and gargling his virile spunk, which like a few of his stray white hairs stuck between her teeth and painted her gums. Gradually she slurped it down like it was the tastiest meal she'd ever eaten.

Beatrix gulped down the last load and smiled. “Hope you're not a one-pump chump?” He shook his head. “Good! Better warm you up for the next round, then.” He was still casually playing with her asshole via his aura while she licked his half-erect penis clean. As if sensing they both needed a change, her body responded to her subconscious desires, resonating with her own special form of magic. Her face distorted into a snout, a wild tail like her mane arising from atop her now sweaty buttocks.

“What the-” He watched in awe while she took on an anthropomorphic shape, somewhere between a human woman and mare. She laid back and pulled him atop her, wrapping her limbs about his muscular back. “How did you do that?”

“I have all kinds of talents. I used to mix potions with a foalhood friend of mine. My half-sister, actually.” She recalled a name. Flurry Heart? Yes, one of the dearest ponies in her life. They had gotten into all kinds of misadventures.

He drove his member into her marehood, spreading her wide open when he slowly impaled her. She dug her nails into his upper back, leaving scratches down it while he claimed her. “D-daddy,” slipped out a murmur when he'd completely sheathed her wet, slippery tunnel. He balked a little, shaken as he tried to work out what she meant, but she simply constricted harder around him.

His hips started to move on their own, rhythmically bucking into her with loud slaps. Each stroke caused flecks of her pussy juice to spatter his crotch amidst lewd schlicks. Grunts escaped him while he clenched his teeth and strained his muscles. She locked her maw with his, flashes of another life stirring, realizing he was her father in the dimension she came from. But they'd come this far already, so why stop now? It was like their bodies were made for one-another, his cock conforming to her cunt.

For some crazed reason she desperately wanted him to inseminate her. No, she needed him to drown her eggs in his splooge, her ovaries pleasantly aching at the mere idea. Her tongue danced his his, and she drew back, their lips still attached by ropes of spit. “Knock me up, daddy. All I want is to bear your foal!” The words were spilling out of her, encouraging him to thrust faster and harder, until he rammed against her cervix entrance. Her mind was so addled with bliss she didn't care.

Her subconscious screamed that she needed this, that she was made for this purpose, destined to be his mate, that she'd never feel complete until she carried his offspring in her womb and birthed it into Equestria. If she had a cutie mark she was certain it would somehow involve him! Like a brand on her asscheeks, showing that she belonged to this incredibly masculine stud!

Her titties wobbled and slapped each time he speared her. “Don't hold back, daddy! I can take it!” She squealed when his girth slammed open her cervix which dribbled cream over his flare, sinking into her contracting uterus and bottoming out in its slickened walls, dousing it in precum which painted along its slippery core. Groans escaped between gritted teeth with each brutal piston, her hot canal so well molded to him each pump tickled her sponge-like g-spot and made her whimper.

“I-I don't have any contraceptive potions!” He whinnied, trying to withdraw, but she locked her thick thighs around him.

“Don't worry, dad. I can always whip one up later,” she whispered coyly as her nails dug into his meaty buttcheeks. “If I want to!” She rapidly fluttered her lashes. “Now cum inside me, father! Help me fulfill my biological purpose!”

At this point his brain clicked despite lust making him dopey. He realized that somehow this lovely mare was he and Trixie's spawn, despite the fact that they'd never made love. But a sudden awareness he was committing incest, with his daughter no less, which he'd tried to subconsciously block the knowledge of all this time now helped push him over the edge.

He was free to embrace a taboo, to forget he was supposed to be this perfect Paladin-in-training for a time. Sure, it was illegal, but how much did it really count when she came from another dimension and would likely leave just as quickly? He hilted one last time, father-and-daughter nibbling on each other's lips and wrestling tongues, as he started to hose down her core.

He sprayed with such force she whined with him, squirting all over his barrel and groin, her belly starting to bloat with his excessive batter. Her pussy winked around his rod, her heart-shaped clit expanding and contracting, glistening and shiny. She bit his shoulder, still intertwined around the stallion who'd brought her into the universe, who slumped atop her.

“I can still do more,” she whispered into his ear. “Don't you want to try every hole?”

“S-sure.” He grinned, eyes heavy while they basked in their afterglow. “Just give me a couple minutes to recover!”

“Take all the time you need, daddy!” She turned over, thighs opened, her dock raising her tail to give him a nice view. Her gaped foalhole oozed his spunk when he withdrew with a wet plop. Her butthole continued to restrict, small waves of pleasure still trickling throughout her nethers. In this form her unicorn horn was normally hidden unless she called upon it to aid in her witchcraft, but it now poked out from her temple, while she underwent her latest alterations.

Her titties shifted back down to her midsection, and her posterior remained plump, even once her limbs tucked in, hands and feet turning to hooves. Her gloves and boots altered themselves to allow them freedom, almost like the garments were alive. She lit up her horn, and plucked her witch hat back from his skull, placing it back atop her dome. She remembered it all now; Shining Armor, Trixie, and Flurry Heart, those she loved and in his case lost, tucked away in a parallel universe.

While she lacked control over the nexus, perhaps it responded to her subconscious desires and had drawn her here. In her version of Equestria, Trixie had been altered by the Necronomicon into a humanoid form while carrying his foal. And she'd shaped Beatrix in her womb while in its presence, crafting a being somewhere between a woman and mare.

Odder still through a bout of narcissism Trixie had practically made her a carbon copy of herself, drawing upon the black tome's power through sheer will in its presence, with a dash of Twilight Sparkle who she secretly lusted after thrown in. The result was a daughter created to be his perfect mate, her dimensions and bounciness immaculately crafted to suit his tastes.

Not that she remotely minded. The bizarre eyes and mouths on her attire were reminders of her link to the Necronomicon, a hint of her true appearance, under the cute guise she'd thankfully been blessed with to hide her eldritch nature. So far as she knew that evil book was one-of-a-kind, traversing between dimensional planes to ultimately corrupt and devour them.

Her tail swished. She used her aura to part her rectum. “Whenever you're ready, daddy.” She happily heaved, his dick rubbing between her asscheeks, working back up an erection. He traced the ring, lubricating it with his pre, the hot orifice squishing wetly in anticipation. “You can do whatever you like to me,” she mused. He landed a heavy smack on her buttcheek, which bounced about, and she yelped as the skin was now marked with a red hoofprint. “Mmm, brand those blank flanks!”

He laughed. “How would you like my hoofprints as a cutie mark?” He spanked her cheeks, sometimes alternating between them, sometimes pancaking them at the same time, watching the flesh ripple as he beat it raw. She yelped out each time, eyes nearly closed, her face burning and streaked with runny makeup. “Your ass in mine,” he said pressing his tip to her exit hole.

Slowly he wormed his way into her, shifting his hips, and she relaxed her backside, until he completely sank into her. He rested there for a moment, his weight pressed atop her, nipping at her ears and neck. She nuzzled him. With deliberate movements he drove into her rump, then back out, to the point where only his flare was still locked within his daughter.

He could see lots of Trixie in her, of course, and was it simply his imagination, or was there some Twilight Sparkle in there too? It would certainly explain the shades of mild purple that made up her coat, eyes, and tinted her mane and tail. Was it merely genetics? Or had she somehow intentionally taken a shape made to please his every whim, like she was meant to be his perfect mate? Her tongue lolled from her maw and her eyes rolled into her head, her assmeat smacking each time he drilled her.

He pounded her into the dirt. Her udders flopped on the ground, mashed, her physique shaking each time he hammered her. “Fuck me senseless, daddy!” Spurred on by her words, he picked up his pace, bucking into her with as much speed and force as he could manage, certain by now she could take it. Her frame quivered each time he humped away like a pair of passionate animals. She had his strength, Trixie's quirks, and his sister's wits. He beamed with liquid pride.

His testicles slapped into her backside each time he took her up the ass. “Father, consider me practice for Cadance! You still want to settle down with her, don't you?” She looked at him over her shoulder. “Let it all loose!”

Unable to hold back any longer, he buried himself all the way one last time, pulling on her mane with his teeth and her tail with a forehoof, the other groping delicious buttmeat. She milked his cock, climaxing with him, her lubrication pooling under her and drenching her now sticky tits. He unleashed a torrent into her puckered anus, and she howled with him, sprays erupting from her flaring urethra. He emptied his balls into her, biting down on the nape of her neck, until he'd squeezed the last drop into her.

Drawing himself loose, she panted, her widened butthole dribbling his seed. “Thanks for welcoming me to Equestria daddy,” she sleepily mused. “What a shame I'd better move on soon. I really don't belong here.”

He frowned. “That's too bad. Are you really my daughter?” She nodded. “Sheesh, how will I ever live this down?”

“It'll be our little secret!” She winked. “I mean, I hate to say it but we'll probably never see each other again.” His face fell. She sat up and wrapped a foreleg around him. “Oh, don't feel bad! At least we'll always have these memories, right?” She planted a kiss on his snout tip. “Maybe if you knock up Trixie I'll be born here, too? There's still time, you know. Just do it before you settle down with Cadance!” She tittered and rose, morphing back into her humanoid self, complete with leotard and cape.

By now he'd completely sobered up from his pity-party. He'd decided to mope here like a bum, feeling it was where he belonged after he'd nearly broken Cadance's heart with such hurtful words. “Seriously, I'd like to talk some more sometime.”

“I'll try. Can't control these portals too well yet, and I have this feeling if I stay much longer I might start to unravel the fabric of Equestria since it's not used to me, but maybe that'll change with time and practice? You see, I'm a product of the Necronomicon. This nasty book that can warp and corrupt reality. Thankfully, it's one-of-a-kind across dimensions. Thought maybe I'd come here to track it down, but I'm pretty sure we took care of it.” A horn manifested on her forehead.

He laid a forehoof on her shoulder. “Must you leave so soon?”

“Afraid so. I'm like a foreign body here. The last thing I want to do is harm somepony I care about, which I have a feeling could happen if I stick around much longer. Call it a hunch.” She took another moment to look him over with a sly smile. “Tee-hee!”

“Thanks for, well, you know.” His cheeks burned. “Think I have what it takes to mend things with Cadance now.”

“Don't mention it!” She waved the compliment aside with a theatrical flourish. “I have lots of tricks up my proverbial sleeve!”

By now she could recall all the workings of her arcane magic, not to mention her past, assuming the loss had been a side-effect of the portal when it transported her here. “I love you sweetheart,” he called with am ambivalent smile.

“You too, father. Look after Flurry Heart, will you?” He quirked his brow, not knowing who she referred to but tucking the name away for later. Blowing him a final kiss, she pointed with her index finger and drew a circle in the air, seeming to cut into the fabric of reality itself when she sliced between dimensions. The birth canal-like nexus dripped ether when it opened.

Her hair and cape swished when she turned with a mischievous pirouette. His eyes locked on her hips and ass, which rolled and bounced with each playful stride she took. Better to leave now, before she changed her mind and risked damaging this timeline. At least the entities that lived within her costume were currently slumbering, or else she might have given him quite a fright. With a cheer to hide tears in her bright eyes, she leapt into the oval and prayed that she'd meet with him again someday!