*KNOCK KNOCK*

“Come in; it’s just me in here.” Apogee chirped out, sliding her phone into her saddlebags and looking up from her desk.

“Is this your classroom? Pretty nice compared to my high school.” Jet’s friendly face looked around the empty classroom, inspecting the various posters, instructional sheets, and bulletins.

“Dad!” Apogee chirped, hopping up out of her desk and trotting happily over to her father. “You came!”

“Of course!” Jet engulfed her in a big, squee-inducing hug. He always gave the best hugs. “I got your text that you wanted to show me right away how you did on your test… so I figured you must have done awesome. Wasn’t gonna miss that.”

Apogee giggled slightly and stepped backward, looking at her dad with a bit of shy embarrassment. “S-still… you didn’t have to come straight from work to see my score - it could have waited until I got to take the test home…”

“Pfft, are you kidding? You’ve been cooped up in your bedroom for almost a week going over your textbook. You deserve to show off a little bit. Plus, it’s almost seven PM, you gave me a good excuse to escape the budget meeting.”

“Heh, well… here it is - read it and weep!” Apogee grinned, pointing at her teacher’s desk, where a single exam paper rested, covered in paragraph extended essay answers and diagrams of an intricate circuit. On the front of the document in bold red ink was a giant A with a circle around it.

And in the top right corner was her name.

“I got the top score in the class!”

“Really?”

“Well, top mark after Diz, but that doesn’t count - she always gets full bonus points - I think she cheats.” Apogee grunted and growled playfully - she knew her friend didn’t cheat but loved to give the filly a hard time nonetheless as a way to diffuse the other pony’s sensitivity about being a bit of a poindexter.

“We both know Diz doesn’t count - if I could hire an XXX-year old for Equestriaeor’s engineering department I would…” Jet chuckled, shaking his head with mirth. “So… top marks then? I guess it’s a good thing that I brought… this.” He pulled a small black makeup kit from his saddlebags with this wing, setting the small leather bags aside as he did so.

“You got it!? Already?” Apogee squeaked her wings flaring out with excitement. “How did you know if I was gonna ace the test or not?”

“Are you kidding? I saw you busting your little butt every night trying to cram - I knew you’d ace it.”

“B-b-but what if I bombed it?”

“You kidding me, honey? When you set your mind to something, there’s no way you’ll ever drop the ball.”

Apogee giggled with pride, the rosy glow of embarrassed happiness touching her cheeks as she felt her father’s loving praise wash over her. The beginning of a slightly naughty plan began to form in her head… she hadn’t thought about getting the makeup this evening, but now that she had it...

Why not?

“Well, hun, we should get going, don’t you think?” Her father waggled his eyebrows at her. It was Tuesday night, after all.

“Hold on, dad... “Apogee giggled as she took the mak-up kit out of her father’s wingtips. “Let me make sure that you didn’t get some cheap knock-off kit.” She winked so that her father would know she wasn’t suspecting him of trying to cheap out of their deal.

“I...I spoke with the mare at the makeup counter, and she said this was the highest-end kit that they stocked from Coco Pommel’s line, right from Prance…!”

Apogee unzipped the black leather bag, looking inside at the neatly arranged sets of little brushes and tins, sifting through them quickly to find what she was looking for…

Aha!

She lifted out the lipstick tube happily, staring at the fancy black and gold container with wonder. “You never know dad; there are so many knock-off brands coming out of Neighsia these days that you have to… test them…” She unscrewed the lipstick container as she spoke, a ruby-red tip appearing right before her eyes.

“Well… if you want to, honey… it is your night…”

“It’s our night, dad.” Apogee harumphed, as she pressed the tip against her upper lip and began to trace the lipstick over her teenage lips. They never seemed to be as full and pouty as those super-maredels that adorned all the fashion magazines. Still… it would have to do.

“So… is it the real deal?” Jet chuckled, looking at her.

She winked at him again as she finished applying the coat of lipstick to her lower lip, before working her two lips against each other to ensure that they had gotten an even layer with a soft *mwah* sound. The rich oil-coat felt smooth and moisturizing on her lips. Perfect.

“Well… maybe…” Apogee giggled, falling back to all four hooves and fixing her school uniform slightly - she hated the thing… the black and grey colors clashed with her bright yellow coat. Why couldn’t the school have adopted the sailor suit style of the Neighponese schools that she saw in all her anime? “But the only real way to know if it’s truly Coco Pommel is how the lipstick stays on your lips…”

Jet chuckled nervously, backing up away from her as she stalked toward him with predatory fire in her eyes. She was hungry. “I-I… don’t know what you m- ah!”

Apogee hopped forward and tackled her father, knocking the two of them down into a pile just in front of her teacher’s desk. She ended up over top of her father, staring down at him as she breathed heavily, eyes tracing over his masculine features with a deep, insatiable hunger.

“A-apogee! We’re at your school! Even if it’s Tuesday night this-”

“The janitor already came through, daddy.” Apogee let the word spill off her tongue - she rarely used that form for addressing her unless they were in the midst of very intimate conversation. Usually, when he was inside her. The effect was immediate. Jet’s ears folded back and a flush crossed his face as he swallowed with nervousness.

Apogee chuckled and leaned forward, planting a wet kiss on her father’s right ear, making sure to allow her tongue to dart out and tickle the flap of furry skin as she did so. A crimson mark was left in her wake, a glowing beacon of the place where she’d touched him… like she’d burned her lips into his fur.

It was hot.

She started to plant kisses down the side of his face and neck, a trail of red roses blossoming down his body as their lust flowered.

“A-apogee! S-someone c-could!” Jet whispered. She could tell he didn’t want her to stop - that he barely wanted to say the words that might make her stop making a sexy trail of lipstick blossoms down his body.

But he didn’t need to worry.

“I know, daddy.” She breathed into the fur over his collarbone with heated, heavy pants. “Isn’t that exciting?”

Jet could only groan as she made her way down his right flank, her lips pressing firmly against the stiff muscles in his chest, his shoulders, his side, his belly… working their way down and down as she slid her body down like a naughty, ruby-red, stamping machine.

There he was.

Big.

It always surprised her just how big her father was. It wasn’t the ZESPER enhanced totem of the porn stars all the girls tittered over at lunchtime (not that she and Jet hadn’t had their fun with the potent potion themselves), but it was almost as large as those ‘cheating’ stud sex-models.

Diz had once embarrassingly admitted to her that she’d done the math and found that her father was five standard deviations outside of the normal curve. From her work studying for this latest exam, she now knew that meant her dad was in the 99.99999th percentile of stallion endowments. Seventeen and a half inches could do that.

The math was nothing compared to the sight, though.

His big, fat, dark brown tube of throbbing horseflesh stretched up his belly, reaching past his navel. It always put her toys to shame - the whole thing was so thick! Especially the base, broader than her hoof… a good bit broader! It still stunned her that she could fit that… that monster… inside her tiny body.

Well… if her mom could do it… she could too! In a way, it was a weird connection that she enjoyed having with Delta - that both had taken control of such a potent stallionhood.

Apogee leaned her face close to her father’s cock, letting the fabric of her school sweater brush against the thick medial ring as she did so. A fat drip of pre-cum was already dribbling out of his bouncing stallionhead, begging for her attention. She loved the taste of her father’s musk. Every time that he walked around the house with morning wood, she could smell the thick fog of his arousal. His hickory, cedar-like scent filled her senses and excited her to no end.

The taste was even better.

She slid forward and planted a wet kiss on the thick knob of her dad’s cock, letting her lips absorb the slick stream of aphrodisia-laden stallionjuice.

“Oh…. oh, honey…” Her father moaned with satisfaction.

Apogee chuckled, looking down at the red butterfly mark she’d left on the end of her father’s fat cock, completing the line that had started up at his ear.

“You know, daddy…. The girls all say that you can use this lipstick to mark just how good a mare is at giving their boyfriend a blowjob…” Apogee looked up naughtily at her father, opening her mouth as wide as she could as she did, moving her teenage filly-muzzle toward the end of his cock as she did so.

“A-apogee… w-wait hnnngh!”

She heard her father’s plea cut off as she stuffed the end of his long, fat stallionhood into her mouth. She’d had to cram the full, knobby flare of his saucer-shaped head past the edge of her teeth, her jaw not able to spread wide enough to take him without sliding her teeth over his sensitive edge.

Almost immediately she found that he’d filled her muzzle like she’d stuffed some comically oversized salami into her mouth. Her tongue barely had any time to lap up the trickle of tasty juice from her father’s cockslit before it found itself pressed against the floor of her filly-mouth, doing everything it could to allow more stallion meat into her gullet. The massive flare bumped against the back of her throat.

This was always the hard part.

She’d never been very good at deepthroating. Her father’s size didn’t lend itself to the act… and the few times she’d insisted that they try she’d positioned herself on her back to let the long tube of stud-meat have the most straightforward angle. Doing it this way, with her on top of him, would not be secure.

But stopping here would have left the mark pitifully high on his shaft, just a few inches down from his broad, flat tip.

So she swallowed.

Her first instinct was to choke, to gasp. If she ever tried to swallow something so substantial off the dinner table, she would have coughed immediately. But she wasn’t a complete novice. She suppressed the urge, slowly moving her stretched jaw downward as the thick penis popped into her esophagus, leaving a noticeable bulge in her throat as it did so.

“Ohh…. oh…. Baby…” Her father whispered from above, his hoof coaxing her hair. He wouldn’t push down, as much as she’d asked him to in the past. Goddesses, it felt terrific having him cooing at her like that while the whole of her throat filled with his flesh. She could feel his heartbeat throbbing into her neck, his flesh expanding ever so slightly inside of her, making her neck stiff and tight with his rigidity.

She was making almost no progress now, the glicking slurps of her involuntary swallows barely easing any more of the fat cock into her throat. Her eyes were watering, and drool was pouring sloppily from the sides of her mouth as she messily tried to inhale her dad’s dick. The burning in her lungs was getting fiercer, more insistent.

She wouldn’t be able to hold on any longer!

Just before she lost consciousness, she pressed her widely spread lips against the side of his slick, wet shaft, then pulled herself off of his throbbing, proud stallionhood… thicker and firmer than when she’d started.

She saw the small red line of her lowest mark, still inches away from even his medial ring. She harumphed, chewing her lip with frustration. “I guess we’ll have to pract- …. W-woah, Dad!?”

Jet popped up spilling her off of him, sending her into a small heap on the floor, she looked over her skirt-covered rump at the stallion. His eyes were pure fire, his breathing heavy, as bursts of foggy exhalations poured from his flaring nostrils.

And his cock was bobbing and flexing with angry intensity.

Uh-oh.

Author's Note

She's woken the beast.

Press F for Apogee's marehood.