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“Aww, but Dad!”

“No butts, young lady… “

“But you love butts!”

“What? No! Don’t try to distract me! My decision on this issue is final.”

Apogee slunk deep into the folds of the faux leather couch in her father’s luxurious penthouse apartment. She knew when he got that look on his face when he set his shoulders squarely when he clopped his forehoof gently against the floor with anger - there would be no moving him from his decision. Not even puppy-dog look #2 would work this time.

It was so annoying. Jet was treating her like she was some child.

“I don’t get it! What do you have against makeup anyway?” Apogee huffed, resting her chin on her hooves. “All the popular girls in high school are wearing it anyway - it’s not like it’s such a big deal.”

“Apogee, honey… I just don’t like the idea of you growing up so fast that you’re wearing lipstick in high school. Plus the brand - Pommel No.5? That makeup set would cost over 400 bits!”

“How much did you spend on that fancy-schmancy watch of yours, dad?” Apogee shot back. She didn’t like to be accusatory, but it bugged her that the stallion was applying such a double standard to the situation.

“That’s different, hun… I need my watch for work - meetings with other execs, politicians, other important ponies! I have to look successful for the sake of EquestriAero.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Why do you want this lipstick so bad anyway? I think you look incredibly cute without it.”

Apogee felt her wings shuffle a bit with nervous joy. She loved hearing her dad praise her - even for something as simple as being cute. The diminutive teenage filly coughed slightly to cover her twitch and straightened herself, settling her wings back into position against her back. That was part of the problem: Jet saw her as cute. Not beautiful, or sexy or drop-dead gorgeous.

But the real reason that she wanted the makeup so badly was an intriguing rumor that she’d overheard from one of the other girls in her class.

Apogee often tried to ignore the tall, athletic, head-cheerleader Tesla Musk. It was bad enough that the popular queen of Apogee’s highschool’s father was the head of Equestriaero’s chief rival: SpaceZed. That alone might make the two fillies be on less than amicable terms considering their families’ brutal competition in the aerospace world… but there was also the fact that Tess had transformed from her early days as Apogee’s best friend in kindergarten to a notorious and bitchy bully.

Still, Apogee couldn’t help hearing the tall, beautiful unicorn giggling with her gaggle of cheerleader friends about the latest edition of Cosemarepolitan magazine… and its article about how to pleasure your stud with wet sloppy kisses all over his body while wearing bold, ruby red lipstick.

Mark your man. Tess had giggled as she read the article aloud.

Apogee had to keep her wings from stiffening, as the conversation she was eavesdropping on became more sultry - Tess openly mused about whether the lipstick marker could be used as a depth gauge to see how much of a stallion she could engulf. She hadn’t mentioned just what part of that stallion she was referring to at the time, but Apogee could quickly imagine that she wasn’t talking about a unicorn colt’s horn.

At least, not his upper horn.

Unfortunately, after hearing that, Tess had taken notice of her. It hadn’t taken long for the bratty cheerleader to point out the shorter and smaller pegasus to her friends with a sneer, remarking how pathetic it was that she’d dare to listen in on them, how it was probably over-exciting her, how Apogee probably still thought a blowjob was something the janitor did with a snowblower after a blizzard.

The fillies had all started laughing at her, but Apogee just took the high ground, tossing her nose up and sticking her tongue out with indignation.

It helped that if Tess knew the actual truth about the depth of their difference in experience... her stupid, smug muzzle would probably hit the floor.

She’d never revealed it to anypony other than her best friend, Diz, but Apogee and her father had been in an intimate relationship for months now - and throughout that time, the older, nurturing stallion had taken his daughter in every way a stud could… Every angle, position, roleplay, fantasy, and kink.

He’d been so concerned at the beginning that he would ruin his relationship with her. That their first forbidden tryst would lead them down the path to destruction, becoming more and more deeply entangled in the web of lust and lies that would surely follow.

But that never happened.

Strict rules had kept their ‘encounters’ to specific nights of the week. Only on Tuesday nights would Apogee and Jet don the mask of lovers… or was it shedding the mask of parent and child? She never thought about such things for too long - she was no philosopher. But somehow, by some Celestial miracle, they had managed to keep their love for each other as father and daughter pure and innocent… had somehow used that wholesome bright flame to stoke a burning inferno once a week.

Of course, there had been slip-ups.

For a while, Jet had been pretty inadequate about maintaining his attendance for their Tuesday night sessions. Jet’s prioritization of work over their special evenings had started its share of fights.

But they’d worked it out. Tuesday night was a reasonably consistent work-out for the two of them. There were only a few times when they’d… bent... the rules around which night was in scope for their love-making sessions…

More like bent the rules over a table!

She loved their nights and her dad. Her stallion. Her stud.

So when she’d trotted out of that classroom with her head held high, she was thinking about only one thing: how much fun it would be to cover her dad’s body in ruby-red lipstick.

“It’s not fair.”

“That’s a good lesson for you to learn, honey… life usually isn’t fair.”

“It’s not like you could stop me from using my allowance to buy it for myself… I am an XXX-year old, you know! I’ve almost graduated high school!”

Jet looked at her with a tired expression and a wry smirk. “I have no problems with you using your allowance to buy whatever you want.”

Crap.

He’d called her bluff. It would take her weeks to save up enough bits to buy such an expensive makeup set - weeks of not buying boop-a-roop snacks for lunch, weeks of not getting expansion Maregic the Gathering cards to play with her best friend Diz (who always managed to win, the cheater), and weeks of not being able to buy her model rocket parts.

Silently she grumbled to herself, cursing her father for trying to make her fiscally responsible. Why couldn’t he just let her be like the other rich foals at school and get everything she wanted!? So annoying.

“As I said, hun, I think you look like the cutest little filly without makeup anyway…”

“But Dad…” Apogee sighed sadly, rolling her eyes and letting the exaggerated response carry her whole body to topple over to one side in a pile on the couch with a moan. “I don’t wanna be a cute filly. I wanna be your beautiful mare.”

She saw her father stiffen slightly.

“W-well…”

Instantly she perked up, sitting with a stiff back and proper posture just as a well-mannered little filly should. She quickly set her face to puppy dog eyes version #2.1, the one with extra-wide pupils.

“P-pleeeease?”

“Well… I’m not getting you any gifts. But maybe… maybe if you ace the upcoming physics test of yours then I’ll…”

Apogee was already off like a rocket, her wings spread and flapping downwards as she rocketed off the couch to the second floor of the condo, sending pillows flying in her downwash: if she was going to ace that stupid test she’d need to study! She hated circuit diagrams, and her grades in the course had been falling ever since they’d moved past ballistics.

But now, she was motivated.

She was gonna do this!

She slammed her door behind her.