Frequent Flyer Rewards

by Clopficsinthecomments

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Sex, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish, Comedy
Length: 7006

Apogee has been begging for a deluxe makeup kit for some time, but she needed to get a high score on her exam for her dad to buy her one. Now that she has it, what plans are brewing in the precocious filly's mind?

Apogee overheard the class snob and head cheerleader, Tess, going on and on with her gaggle of popular fillies about the latest in high-end makeup kits... and the naughty things that a mare could do with her client while wearing them.

That got Apogee's naughty mental gears whirring!

But she can't afford getting the top-end Coco Pommel line kit that she wants! She turns to her darling dad, who makes it clear that if she wants her prize she'll need to ace her next test to earn it.

Setting her mind to it, Apogee manages to pull it off, and is pleasantly surprised by her father coming to her school to congratulate her and reward her with the prize she so rightly earned.

But will Apogee be able to wait until she's safely home to spring her sexy plan on her father?

Patience was never one of her virtues.

Warning! Contains: Ambiguous age (teenage) / incest / hot hot hot sex

Art by Shino. This fic a gift to Plot.

All characters in my fics live in Equestria, which rests at the bottom of a gravity well, making all characters 10,000,000 years old in earth years.

Published 2019-09-13 21:10:02 UTC
Last updated 2019-09-13 21:10:02 UTC

The deal

“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.

Claiming her prize

*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.

Being claimed as his prize

In an instant, he was on her. All of his sweating, musky power.

Instinctively she kicked out playfully, trying to scoot along the floor away from him on her belly. But he was too fast and too strong, snatching her kicking hoof with his right foreleg.

“D-dad!”

Her squeak did little to slow him, as he lifted her leg into the air, holding her hips off the ground with his raw strength. She felt her belly bared to his gaze, her school skirt bunching up around her tummy, exposing her two pert teenage crotch teats, complete with their little freckled nipples.

“D-dad, c-calm downnghhhhhhh!” Her plea faded into a moan. He’d dipped his grinning head down as she’d begged and drawn a long, lavish lick across her right asscheek, dragging his fleshy tongue down into the tight moist cleft… and right across her moist fillyhood.

“Mmmf!” She felt a quiver roll down her back as her dad’s tongue roughly slid across the slick pink flesh of her inner pussylips, the excitement pumping in powerful thumps out of her racing heart, filling her wings with hot blood and making them twitch outward from her body.

“You like that, don’t you, honey?” Her father’s low, masculine growl left a wash of hot air over her plot, adding more humid moistness to the dark and tender skin under her flagging dock.

“Y-yeah daddy…” She mewled, wiggling her bottom. Celestia, she wanted another lick from him! She pressed her body backward, awkwardly trying to use her forehooves to swing her suspended rear end into her father’s nose.

“Ah ah ah, you need to ask, young lady.”

“D-daaaad!” She whined. She wanted it now!

“Ask.”

“P-please!” She groaned. She felt her clitoris slip out of its hood, straining as it slipped out from its tight folds to wink in front of her father’s face. Her first wink always came with so much aching intensity, before her fillyhood was wet enough to let the big thing slide easily out of its hiding spot without too much friction.

“Use your words.” The throaty command came from behind her, forcing her to look back and see her father’s grinning, self-assured face. The alpha-stallion. Her stud. Her lover. Her dad. “I’ll make you beg if I have to.”

“I… I want you to eat my p-pussy, daddy!” She squeaked - it was so embarrassing to say out loud, but Goddesses, did she need him.

Her father must have been thirsty for her too. She knew how much he loved to tease her insatiable sexual needs… but he wasn’t going to make her beg, not now. She felt his nose bury itself between her tight, athletic teenage asscheeks, more pert and muscular than they’d ever been now that she’d made the varsity swim team. His wet muzzle burrowed into her hot plot, like a pig searching for truffles, rooting deep into her soaking fillyhood. She felt the press of his lips against her tight little tailhole, before the wet slimy wriggling tongue wrapped itself around her ponut, squirming and caressing her tight pucker as she wriggled pitifully in his grasp.

Then he licked lower, sliding his muscle over the sensitive patch of skin between her rosebud and her pussy, slipping inside her plump folds and finding the slick tightness of her pink inner lips. Her head flicked back, and she shut her eyes, the intensity of her dad’s oral sex was always overwhelming, so powerful and aggressive, like he was trying to eat her very core. It was still a mixture of shock and sensation, the fear of being swept away by the waves of pleasure adding to the raw force of the experience.

“D-daddee….” She groaned, reaching down with her hooves to try to find his mane, to try to slow down his probing, vigorous licks. But this strange angle in which he was holding her didn’t allow her grasping hoof to find its target. Instead, she let her hoof make its way to her left teenage-teat, pawing her firm nipple as the spring inside her coiled tighter and tighter, pulses of built-up energy pouring from her mind in waterfalls to each extremity of her body.

“F-f-fuck!” She felt her dad withdraw his tongue, then wrap it around her clit. Her delicate lovebud was her weakest point, she could barely stand when she got direct stimulation on the bundle of erotic nerves, but her father loved to make her lose herself. The hot, wet, anaconda-like coiling of Jet’s tongue around her clit made it throb larger and larger with hot, pulsing blood, all while her body exploded with sensation.

“N-n-ngh!” She squealed, before her breath exhausted, gasping like she’d received a kick to her gut. The sheer excitement and sensation were too much for her now, and she began to thrash and writhe. Usually, this would let her get away from her father’s intense clit-suckling, but with the way he was holding her all she could do was pitifully swing back and forth in his grasp as he made his tongue into a flesh-sleeve prison for her rigid lovebud.

The coil was building, building, building….!

“D-d-da…d-ngh….daddeeeee!” A wracking convulsion shook through her, crashing out of her mind in a powerful wave that raced down her spine, making her flap her wings with a mighty *Thwap* against the classroom floor, rolling down into her plot, where her powerful glute muscles fired, again and again, making her tight, teenage filly-butt jump and quiver, sending her tail thrashing left and right as she came on her father’s face.

“Unnghh!” She moaned. “Ungh! Ungh!” She cried again, and again. Each grunt was coming with a powerful, squirting wink that splattered clear fillycum over her father’s snout and chin. Somewhere deep in her mind, she was embarrassed at just how much she was soaking her father with her naughty juices. But that was lost in the sea of pleasure boiling in her senses.

Besides: he liked it.

She panted from exertion, the sweat on her brow becoming cold as her heart rate dipped for the first time in minutes, as she coasted in the afterglow of her first orgasm. Her school sweater felt hot and moist around her, her school shirt already plastered to her chest with the sweat of her wet, shaking orgasm.

But she didn’t care.

She grinned goofily, stretching out with a foreleg lazily along the floor, her eyes rolling and her tongue hanging out, the hit of potent oxytocin in her cerebellum making this the ultimate moment of her young life, right here, right now…. Plastered in a wet, drooling heap on her classroom floor, one leg suspended in the air by her father’s powerful grasp, as he noisily slurped up the fallout of her ejaculation, while her teenage pussy winked lazily and drooled gossamer fillycum strands, lips straining open and shut against the relatively cooler air, begging to be filled.

It was perfection.

Then she felt it. A hot, wet, insistent kiss against her tight pink lips… a kiss of a rigid stiffness that she knew couldn’t be her father’s muzzle. She looked down, trying to get her over-stimulate vision to focus. She saw her father’s fat, rigid, straining dark stallionhood pressing against her tight teenage cunt, the massive dome of his flare pushing into her slender slit in what seemed to be an impossible fit.

“Baby... “Jet half-groaned, half-growled down at her.

“Daddy…” Apogee moaned, doing her best to wiggle in his grasp, pulling her cunt-lips across his flare, bumping her clit against his drooling cockslit.

“You want it, baby?” Jet teased, taking a tighter grip of her body, getting the leverage he would need to stuff his big, fat, stallioncock into her tight, twisting teenage snatch. “‘Cuz I want you.”

“D-dad…” She groaned, looking up at him with genuine puppy-dog eyes, her body overriding all of her needs and demands. “I… I want your cock.”

Jet grinned at her, that feral cocksure stud-grin that made her realize that she was at his mercy but that everything would be OK. That her submission was just… right.

“Daddy… fuck meeeeeEEeEeee nnghh….” Apogee’s moan became halfway incoherent as she felt her father grip her hip with his other hoof none too softly, getting the purchase he needed to slowly grind his huge girthy head against her, slowly parting her tight teenage lips wider and wider.

She hadn’t played with any of her toys in the past week since their last union, and her viselike cunt agonizingly parted to spread itself around his massive head, slowly stretching and dilating, engulfing the whole of his hoof-sized ridge as her moan reached a fever-crescendo… and his massive mushroom slid into her vaginal tunnel with a pop.

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight…” Jet grunted as he continued to slide into her, pushing inch after inch of his fleshy staff into her tiny depths. She smiled goofily. She loved when he complimented her body, her sexiness, her fillyhood. She knew he was something of a playcolt, and the knowledge that she could keep her dad satisfied despite all the supermaredels and young secretaries satisfied something deep inside her.

It was her dad, after all.

Her stud.

She wanted to scooch back into him, to take more of that agonizing pleasure, to stuff more of her father’s fat monster into her straining pussy, to show him that she could take his dick like any grown mare could, despite the intense clenching power of her vaginal wall… but the suspended position had her at her father’s mercy, taking him inch by agonizing inch as he slid into her.

“Good girl, mmmm…” His low growl filled her ears as he ground himself into her. She felt his thick medial ring reach her pussy-lips, and she tensed again instinctively. The fat donut of stallionflesh was so broad that it touched the bottom of her tight ponut, it always made her flinch. She steeled herself and tried to relax her body as the plug-like protuberance pressed into her lips, stuffing deeper and deeper against them until… finally… it...

...popped in!

And like that a full four inches slid into her teenage cunt, which was now drooling profusely as it began to get stuffed with the thicker base of her father’s cock, the part they both affectionately referred to as his ‘trunk’. It was always her favorite part - the feel of her snatch, her tight little plot, spreading to obscene widths as it took in the veiny, girthy dark stallioncock -her little cunt was utterly stuffed with her dad - as he filled her body and soul.

Then his head bumped against her cervix - sending electricity racing up and down her spine. The tingles were like sprinkles on a perfect, sexy cupcake. She wanted to wriggle her bottom against the feeling of complete fullness but again found herself hanging from her dad’s grasp.

Now was always the crucial question - what mood was Jet in? Would he be deliberate and slow? Would he want to rest and enjoy being snuggled into her? Obviously, with their current position, he wouldn’t be letting her decide their pace…

That only left…

“You’ve been such a good girl Apogee.” Her father’s throaty grunt came from above her. “I think you deserve a good, hard reward.”

Oh, buck.

Alpha-jet was always a wild ride, a mix of dominating feral stallion and teasing, self-assured dad. It looked like he would be coming out in full, hip-thrusting, ball-slapping force now.

And she loved it.

She felt his length slide out of her rapidly, leaving a squelching suction behind in the vacuum of her tight pussy as it withdrew, plumbing out obscene amounts of her cum. She mewled out softly as she felt him exit her, leaving her feeling diminished, empty - pulling completely back until just the fat ridge of his cockhead was inside her, drawing her tight inner lips out with the suction of his massive horsecock.

Then he came crashing back into her, jerking her toward him with his arms to drive into her faster, instantly ramming his stallionhood right up to the gate of her cervix with fierce, primal violence. The feeling was like she’d gotten bucked in the gut - mixed with a full wing-massage. Then she felt…and heard… her father’s massive testicles swing forward, crashing against her engorged clit with a wet, resounding strike.

*PLAP*

“Unf!” Apogee groaned, falling forward onto her belly. Her father was already pulling back out of her. She struggled to get her breath back, to fill her burning lungs with the oxygen they needed before he…

*PLAP*

“Unf!” She squeaked again as he slammed back into her. He would start thrusting faster now, and she was powerless to stop him, not while she was held this way, one leg in the air, which made all his thrusts so alien and exciting and-

*PLAP*

“Mmmf!” He was battering into her! Smashing against her deepest barrier and-

*PLAP*

“D-dad!” She squeaked, wings flaring and fluttering. She need-

*PLAP*

“Dad!”

*PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP*

“Daddee… I’m…” She grunted, his jackhammer thrusts coming in staccato burst now, each one slamming into her, making her engorged, winking clit bump and slide over his medial ridge with every thr-

*PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP*

Apogee felt that coil bursting insider her again, bouncing and straining with each of her father’s pounding penetrations, as he fucked her into obliv-

*PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP*

Her body wanted more of him.

All of him.

Her cervix dilated and twisted, opening as much as it could, quivering and spasming just as he slammed in with another pounding thrust… and the last three inches of her dad’s precious cock slid into her womb, his gargantuan base hilting against her poor stretched fillyhood as they became one panting, groaning pony.

“F-fuck baby!”

“Daaaad!”

*PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP*

Their whines coalesced, but both of them were on complete autopilot now, bodies pumping and grinding, throbbing and drooling, powered by ancient biological imperatives, compelling father and daughter to succumb to the sea of desire that urged them to pound each other into oblivion, to climax, to love… to fuck.

Apogee felt the mighty waves of aphrodisiac hormones melt away her conscious mind as her second orgasm of the night overtook her. The spring deep inside her didn’t just uncoil - it exploded.

Wave after wave of convulsions wracked her, made her writhe, made her wings flitter and flap like a wounded pigeon as she gasped for air. She could feel the tone of her fillyhood muscles as they went from relaxed - squirting and splashing laxity - to clenching, viselike massages in rapid succession… as her body attempted to milk her stud of the precious stallionbatter, he was withholding from her.

In her thrashing, she felt her father release her leg, heard the heavy slam of his two hooves on either side of her head as he planted himself firmly and began to POUND her. The bulge in her body from his giant cock pressed through her skin, skirt, and sweater into the tile of the classroom floor. His hips were using all of their might to fuck her into the ground.

“F-fu...FUUUCK!”

Just as he hilted one last time, he paused, his whole length fattening inside her body… and her mare instincts took over, instructing her tight fillyhood to clench and grasp for all they were worth, sending splatters of wet filly cum spilling down his thighs as her orgasmic throes reached their crescendo.

It worked.

She felt her father’s cockhead flare out to the size of a saucer plate, plugging itself deep inside her womb.

Then the heat! The fullness!

The sticky splatter of rope after rope of her father’s cum as it crashed against the far wall of her womb. The potent male hormones in his thick, goopy seed sent her feminine mind reeling, her eyes rolling over into heart-shaped pupils, her face a drooling mess of absolute pleasure and satisfaction.

She couldn’t keep track of time. Not when she was in this state.

All she could feel was raw sensation, her body filling and bulging as he pumped his heavy, thick, massive load into her tiny body. She could always tell whether he’d had other mares since their last Tuesday night, could tell if his virile and heavy balls had been storing up a full week’s worth for her or if he’d shared with some other mare.

It was clear to her that this was a full load. She could feel her belly filling, expanding... Could feel her skirt band tightening and eventually popping open as her belly bulged like she was in the early stage of a pregnancy...

He was pumping into her still, grunting and straining with clenched teeth, as her body finally could take no more and it began to splatter out of the tight, fleshy join between Jet’s cock and her cunt in splattering explosions.

“F-fuck Apogee!” Jet whined as he began to buck through his final, desperate throes, clenching his eyes shut as he blasted out more and more cum, an impossible amount for the little filly (or any mare) to handle. With each ejaculation already splattering out of her behind, his thrusts sent the goopy cream splattering all along her back, her belly, her wings, up into her mane… she was getting a complete frosting!

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And finally… she felt him finish… the last trickle was coming out of his softening cock with a final, celebratory squirt.

Gods, I wish I could stay like this forever.

“I-I… I love you, hun….” Her dad’s whisper was next to her ear. He must have collapsed at some point. She hadn’t noticed.

She wanted to say something, but her throat was so hoarse, her mind was so fuzzy - the words wouldn’t come out. Instead, she just licked her father’s cheek. Hopefully, that would get the message.

He snuggled against her, extending his wing to cover her messy-cum covered body as they panted in unison.

This was so perfect, why couldn’t they stay like this forev-

The door burst open. “Just need to grab my tests then I’ll be on my way ho-”

Adrenaline and fear shot through her body, rousing her quickly from the deep well of euphoria she had been resting in, as Apogee’s groggy mind recognized the body of her teacher, Mrs. Kindknicker, walking through the classroom door, the tiny earth-pony mare adjusting her glasses as she turned and took in the shocking sight in front of her.

M-m-mister Stream!?” Apogee!??”

Her father had quickly started to get up, rolling onto one side as he did so, already beginning to stammer.

“I-I c-can explain…!”

Unfortunately, his rolling action and quick movement quickly dislodged a portion of his anatomy from Apogee… his beefy, semi-soft cock slipped from her winking folds with an audible *PLOP*.

Apogee saw her teacher’s eyes flash down to her exposed marehood and her father’s fat cockhead, one spewing a gushing waterfall of thick white batter… the other lazily waving in the air like some obscene battle-standard.

Dead silence filled the classroom, as Mrs. Kindknicker’s glasses slowly slid down her muzzle, her gaze had never left the bobbing penis.

Apogee’s half-drunk mind was getting annoyed at the tension, the lack of conversation… it was preventing her from drifting off into blissful post-coital sleep!

“...my dad gave me a reward for acing your test - fucked me…” Apogee mewled lazily, with a silly grin… then curled into her father’s sweaty chest, ignoring his stunned face, and drifted into a blissful sleep.

End

Author's Note

Oh boy.

This was a fun quick fic to write! All for a friend who commissioned this work from Shino.

It's been a while since I've played with Jet and Apogee, and it was nice to revisit those two.

The ending isn't anything to get too worried about, Jet has a powerful and resourceful attorney who can keep these things under wraps for him, and what he's doing isn't illegal in Las Pegasus, anyway.

Besides, Kindknicker jumped on a student's rather massive log herself (and ended up marrying and bearing his foals) so she doesn't have much of a hoof to stand on!

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