Delta came in for a shaky landing at her junkyard, nearly going ass over teakettle as her balance failed her on the final flare.

All those television commercials about never flying drunk had never had much effect on her. It wasn’t like she was operating heavy machinery or an automobile. If she lost orientation coming home from the bar after one of her benders and did a nose dive directly into the earth, the only pony who would suffer was her.

And if she considered her life… she wasn’t even sure if she could call it suffering. More like ending her suffering.

Delta blinked the dark thoughts away as she stumbled toward her front door. Flying home with the new piece of equipment between her legs had not been a particularly fun exercise. Not only was it cold as balls… and cold on her balls… in the chilled night air of the Las Pegasus desert, but the damn thing would bob this way and that in the airstream.

At this point, she wished she could get rid of the damn thing. Or at least make it go down.

There had been a moment at The Black Horse when she’d realized that she and Bonesaw were the only two ponies left in the bar, that she’d considered whether or not she wanted to take the pink-furred nurse home with her in place of those college co-eds.

It wasn’t like Bonesaw was a bad looking mare, and the two of them had certainly entertained a tumble before. At this point, she was desperate to bury her aching bone in something.

But, upon turning to ask her friend if she wanted to romp in the hay, Delta saw that the inebriated drunk had passed out on her shoulder, drooling into the hock of her fur with abandon.

And Delta was not one to entertain the idea of bedding Bonesaw in a state where her ability to consent was far beyond dubious and well into the realm of unconscious and impossible.

She’d quickly shrugged off the passed out mare to the experienced bartender, who was now well-acquainted with his two ‘best’ customers’ antics. With a quick shout over her shoulder that the sleeping military nurse had kindly offered to pick up the entire tab for the both of them that night Delta had exited the establishment and flown home - with the hope of perhaps relieving herself personally once she could find some privacy.

She kicked the pebbles along the pathway to her trailer haphazardly, desperate and somewhat excited to go inside and get her hooves on her new toy. Sure she wanted to relive herself - but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have a little fun, it had been a pretty lame Friday night so far after all.

She stopped in her tracks as she approached the side door to her home.

Sitting there, next to the trailer door was a bundled up lump of yellow fur and feathers, a small teenaged pegasus-filly, the hood on her hoodie drawn up against the cold, propped up on a small, stuffed duffel bag… amusing herself by playing with that little junkyard rat that always managed to elude Delta’s traps.

Her daughter, Apogee.

Shit.

“What the buck are you doing here?” Delta slurred out, grimacing and touching her forehead as she felt a headache coming on.

“Mom?” Apogee looked up suddenly, a smile already forming on her features. Then it seemed as if the filly suddenly remembered the creature that had been playing about in her paws. “Wait! Run Houston!” She tossed the little rat a few feet away into the desert night. “And remember: Mom moved the traps to the corners of the hangar this week!”

‘So that’s how the little rodent always seemed to be a step ahead.’

Delta was about to remind her daughter that the annoying rat had made a habit of ruining her beloved Boop-a-Roop cereal boxes on a regular basis… before the filly suddenly glomped her in a gigantic hug.

“Mom!”

Delta stumbled backward, suddenly painfully aware of the still bobbing and hard stallionhood under her belly. Shuffling her wings, she once again did her best to shield the obvious piece of meat from her daughter’s gaze.

“Yeah. That’s me.” Delta pushed the filly off of her without returning the hug. Delta’s coldness never seemed to register with Apogee… sometimes she thought it was impossible to dampen the filly’s spirits - as if the little thing was a belt-fed source of annoying enthusiasm. “And you still haven’t answered me - what the buck are you doing here.”

“Have you been drinking, Mom?” Apogee leaned back, holding her nose. “Your breath smells awful.”

“Don’t try to dodge the question,” Delta growled. “It’s Friday. You don’t come over except every other Sunday.”

Apogee gulped. Her eyes raced left and right. “Well, I’m outside on the porch because the door was locked an-”

“No, it isn’t.”

“It isn’t?” Apogee turned and tried the handle.

“No, I had a unicorn friend install me one of those fancy magic security systems instead of paying me for a job I did.” Delta sighed. “If I’m in range the whole trailer opens up easily.”

Apogee blinked, then pushed open the door. Delta watched as her wings shuffled in surprise at the ease with which it opened. “Huh, that’s pretty cool! Well, that was why I was on the porch - I couldn’t get in… so anyway let’s head in an-.”

Delta put a hoof in front of Apogee, preventing her from simply swinging the door open and entering her abode. “Kid, I may be drunk… but I have a lot of experience of being drunk. You ain’t fooling me. Why are you here, at my place… in the middle of the night?”

Apogee let out a breath, and tucked her wings in, making her seem smaller than she already was. Folding her ears back, the filly sat on her bottom and looked up at her with those big puppy dog eyes.

“C-can I… tell you inside?”

Delta rolled her eyes. Usually, she didn’t fall for such antics easily. Those puppy-dog eyes probably worked so easily on Apogee’s father, and she could see why. This little pony had weapons-grade cuteness at her disposal. But she could tell something was up with the filly, something more than just the usual petulance of a pony who wanted to get her way.

Something had upset her.

She sighed, then nodded up toward the interior of her trailer, motioning where the filly should go. “Sure kid, go ahead.” Delta didn’t want to be walking in front of her daughter right now, not while she was… packing.

Apogee smiled softly, a small squee escaping from her lips as she slung her duffel bag over her shoulder and pranced up the steps. Immediately, Delta realized the other effect of having the filly walk in front of her.

A very visual effect.

Apogee still wore her tail like many of the teenagers these days: up in a bun the likes of which would have made Delta’s grandmother faint from shock. The little tuft of blue-green hair was bound by a red hairband, removing any concealing modesty that might have once been provided.

So Delta’s face was mere inches away from her daughter’s tight, freckled butt... With every bit of her plot exposed to her hungry gaze.

The teenage filly definitely had a nice rear - not the ‘junk in the trunk’ fat-bottomed mass that Delta usually preferred, but her svelte, athletically toned glutes more than made up for that. Her pert bottom framed the more exciting elements of her plot - her daughter’s cute little ponut nestled just at the base of her ever so kissable dock… and right above her puffy filly-hood, a dark tan of sleek skin that looked younger than Apogee’s teenage age. The filly didn’t even have a tuft of pubic fur, nor were her teats large enough to be seen from behind - and yet the view was making Delta feel… uncomfortable.

She felt her new cock quiver and jump at the sight, her pelvic muscles unconsciously flexing to make the foot-long shaft more rigid… as if she might just hop onto her daughter right on the threshold and slide into her. Her mind briefly imagined the sight, the sound, the feel of mounting her, covering her, and feeling that tight little tunnel wrap around her aching flesh.

Delta shook her head, trying to banish the thoughts as they washed through her mind. This was her daughter! Even if she was a hot piece of ass, Delta had her limits.

Didn’t she?

“Mom?” Apogee asked with a strange look at her mother, who was still standing outside, staring forward with her mouth slightly agape. “You coming in?”

“H-huh?” Delta blinked, coming back to reality. “Oh, yeah. Hang on.” Delta unsteadily took a step into her home, her mind preoccupied with playing out various scenarios as quickly as her drunkenly addled brain could handle. Far too many of them seemed to be inspired by suggestions from her cock, which was trying to convince her that she could find a way to bed her own daughter without consequence.

‘Was this what stallions meant when they say their dick has a mind of its own?’ Delta thought as she walked through the door her daughter was holding open for her. This was dangerous. Very dangerous - she had to get Apogee out of here before she did something very stupid.

‘Wait. Get her out of here? Wasn’t there something I can’t let her do?’ Delta’s pre-occupied mind raced, trying to remember something important, but failing to pull it off in time as her daughter began to shut the door behind her.

“W-wait! Don’t close the-”

*Ker-clack*

“...door!”

“Huh? Why not?” Apogee squeaked, quickly reaching back to open the door again, pulling at the doorknob only to find it completely stuck again. “What the heck?”

“Yeah.” Delta groaned, slapping her hoof to her forehead. “That fuckin’ unicorn did a shit job installing this system. The interior sensor doesn’t recognize me as the owner of the home if I’m drunk - probably thinks I’m a totally different consciousness. So I get locked in until I sober up.”

“Huh.” Apogee mused, staring at the door, before glancing at one of the nearby windows.

“Windows too, kid,” Delta grunted, rubbing her face. “Trust me, I’ve tried many times to break out of here for a beer run with no success. We’re trapped.”

Apogee’s face fell and her ears drooped for a moment before a realization dawned on her face and she perked back up, smiling. “We’re trapped!”

“Don’t look too happy,” Delta grunted walking over to her couch and snatching up the pack of cigarettes from the nearby table.

“But if we’re trapped, that means you can’t kick me out! Which means I get to stay over tonight!” Apogee squee’d, dancing on her hooftips with joy.

Delta quickly lit her Marelboro cigarette, lifting it to her mouth with a wingtip and taking a drag. “And you still haven’t explained just why you’re here, missy.”

“Does it even matter now that I can’t leave, Mom?” Apogee asked, putting her duffel bag down on the floor.

“Yep,” Delta grunted, turning to face her daughter. “Spill.”

Apogee sighed and sat on the old couch, sinking deep into the cushions and looking up at her still-standing mother. “Well, I’m really pissed off at dad.”

“Language, kid,” Delta grunted, though a smile was already forming on her lips.

“Sorry. It’s just… he promised that he was going to be home tonight for-” Apogee suddenly paused, looking as nervous as the cat that caught the canary. “Uh… a really, really special night.” The filly’s cheeks turned a slight shade of red.

“Uh-huh,” Delta grunted, bored. It was probably some lame father-daughter movie night or something.

“But instead…. INSTEAD!” Apogee’s voice rose in anger as she worked up her outrage. “He had some business thing that he went to! He broke his promise to me, again!”

Delta rolled her eyes. It was over-dramatic teenage angst. But she wasn’t going to miss out on an opportunity to drag Jet through the mud, particularly if she could do so with the cooperation of what was usually his most ardent admirer.

“Kid, one thing you should know about your dad is that he only cares about one pony. Himself.”

“I know!” Apogee fumed, blowing air out her nostrils. “When he’s got time he’s the best dad in the whole world… but then he gets a little busy and all of a sudden he treats you like some call-filly who’s got to be there for him.”

Delta sighed, taking a seat next to her daughter and leaning back into the cushions herself, spreading out and relaxing. “Yeah - the whole wide world has to slow down for him. And if you had other plans? Too bad.”

Delta grinned, looking over at Apogee, happy to be able to grip about her least favorite pony in the world to her daughter for once.

But what she saw staring back at her was Apogee’s wide eyes - looking back at her with shock as her mouth gaped open.

“Wh-what?” Delta looked down at herself, having forgotten what might have elicited such a reaction from her filly. “Oh buck.”

“Mom. What the hay is that?” Apogee breathed, still stunned.

“Nothing.” Delta snagged one of her throw cushions and awkwardly tried to position it in front of her lap to conceal her new stallionhood - quite unsuccessfully as the swollen head popped up over the top of the cushion.

“Is… is that a dick?” Apogee leaned forward, trying to get a better look at the mottled pink cock-tip.

“No,” Delta grunted rolling her eyes and looking to the ceiling. “It’s… just a weird gross, uncool growth… Oof!”

The moment Delta had taken her eyes off the rambunctious filly, she had sprung forward half tackling, haf-hugging her mom as she knocked her over to pin her down from above. Her nose booped against Delta’s as the filly shook with excitement. Delta’s eyes shrunk with shock, not having expected the filly to suddenly invade her personal space.

She was glad that she had used the throw cushion to cover her groin… if it weren’t there, her daughter would be giving her new stallionhood a belly sandwich.

“Mom! That is so cool! You’ve gotta- woah!” Apogee squeaked as Delta pushed her off, re-asserting her personal space as she sat back up. In the process of doing so, the cushion fell away, giving Apogee a full-on view of her hard, thick, blue and mottled pink cock.

“It’s definitely a dick. Can I see it?” Apogee scooched closer to Delta.

‘Yes. Yes.Yes.Yes!’ Delta could feel that stallion desire in her mind - the opportunity to show herself to a cute filly, and maybe more. It was like her aching horny genitals had a voice of their own in her thoughts. Her hooves moved a little more slowly to re-cover her shame with the pillow.
‘Show her, show her, show her!’ That male voice shouted, her forehooves twitching as they gripped the pillow, as if about to drop the woefully inadequate eclipsing pillow.

Delta glanced at the door, a futile final attempt to perhaps run away from the situation. Reaching back, she gripped the bi-folding window and jiggled the handle, to no avail. If only the damn security system could be inactivated! She could kick the filly out… or book it herself, flying out into the night sky and away from these strange… lusts.

“Mom?”

“No!” Delta extended a wing to try to cover herself. This was her daughter. Her young daughter. She was still in high-school for Luna’s sake! This might be the first cock she’d seen in the flesh! What was she thinking?

“Aww c’mon, Mom, it’s cool! I didn’t know that magic could even do that!”

“It wasn’t magic - it was a potion.” Delta groaned. Trying to readjust the pillow. “And you’re too young for this kind of stuff.”

Apogee looked up at her with an arched eyebrow and a bemused look. “Seriously? I’ve seen a dick before, Mom. I’m not a foal. Show me!”

Delta was only mildly surprised. Certainly, Delta hadn’t seen a stallionhood when she’d been her age, but she was a bit of a shy filly in her youth. Apparently putting Apogee in an all-fillies school hadn’t been the barrier to Apogee’s sexual development that Jet had probably hoped it would be.

“No.”

“Pleeease?” Apogee squeaked, crawling right up to her. “It’s just us fillies here! C’mon, Mom!”

‘Do it. Do it. Do it!’ Delta sighed in defeat, starting to drop the pillow from its concealing position and spreading her legs slightly. It was just a look, right? How could that hurt?

As soon as she had started to relax and let the cushion drop away from her, Apogee grabbed it and tossed it away, exposing Delta’s new stallionhood in all its glory.

Twelve inches of proud cock, standing stiff and thick. The dark blue base turned into a mottled pink tip as it passed the bumpy medial ring, before culminating in her knobby, flared head.

“Woah! It’s so cute!”

“Cute?” Delta smirked. “Careful saying that to a colt about his pride and joy, kiddo… you could crush their spirit.”

Apogee’s ears twitched cutely and she looked up from the bobbing penis. “O-oh… but it is! I like it! It’s not all big and scary, and it’s got such a cute color.”

‘She likes it! She likes it!’ Delta tried to shut out the masculine stream of consciousness that was rapidly getting excited about the attention it was receiving from the filly’s eyes… Instead, she focused on the second part of Apogee’s praise.

“Not big and scary?” Delta hummed, tilting her head. It was true that her new growth wasn’t the biggest dick Delta had ever seen, but it was still one that would give even an accomplished MILF like her pause. Bigger than average, for sure. And certainly bigger than any of the colts that Apogee should be running around with. “You’ll always be disappointed if you compare reality to porn, kiddo.”

“Not porn! Da…” Apogee suddenly coughed and shook her head. “Da…-ancer. Rocket Dancer. Rocket Dancer is the name of the pony I meant to say. He’s about… out to here?” Apogee held her hoof more than a half-foot above the tip of Delta’s cock. “Bit thicker too, more like this.” With one hoof, Apogee touched the side of Delta’s base, using her other hoof to show the extra inch or so of girth that she’d witnessed first-hoof.

Delta felt her filly touch her.

On her cock.

Immediately she jerked away in reflex. But the fire in her gut was lit even brighter, burning with excitement at the sudden touch of a young, sexy filly, her cock jerking and tightening with a new pulse of blood flow.

“H-hey!” Delta squeaked.

“Sorry.” Apogee pulled her hoof back and folded her ears down.

Delta chewed her lip. She knew she should stop this. Right now. It had already gone too far. But… it was kind of interesting, exciting even. What could talking a little more hurt? Wasn’t that what mares did, mothers and daughters even?

“Well…” Delta cleared her throat. “He… uh… Rocket Dancer is pretty well hung.” Delta thought about the measurement that Apogee had shown. That kind of size was something that Delta had only run into with one particular stallion.

“Yeah? I guess? I haven’t seen any other stallions… except in porn. He’s only a bit bigger.”

Delta chuckled. “Like I said, kid. Don’t use porn as your measuring stick.” She gripped her own shaft and wiggled it slightly, then put her other hoof up into the air at roughly the same “Your colt-friend is probably one of the biggest in Equestria.”

“He’s not my coltfriend.” Apogee blushed, looking away.

“Sex-friend, friend with benefits, stalking-target… whatever. Just be careful your first time with him or you won’t be walking straight for a month.” Delta grinned looking down at herself. “Takes a little time to get used to fitting a log through your marehood.”

“Oh yeah, I know!” Apogee giggled, propping her head on her hoof and leaning in. Clearly, she was enjoying this filly-talk. “I thought he was going to split me in half the last time we did it.”

“You’re bucking?” Delta asked, looking at her daughter, then back at the imaginary-sized penis extension demarcated by her hoof. Just where did such a small filly fit something like that?

“Y-yeah.” Apogee squeaked, blushing again.

“Doesn’t such a big stallion... hurt someone your size?”

“No!” Apogee quickly intoned. “Not at all! I love how big he is! I mean… I used to ache a bit in the mornings after he’d put it in my butt, but it was a good ache.”

“He fucked you in the ass!?” Delta blinked.

Apogee nodded, like a guilty filly with her hoof caught in the cookie jar.

“Damn, foals these days really are growing up fast.” Delta shook her head in bemusement.

Apogee grinned, probably delighted that her mother wasn’t going to chew her out for her precocious sexual endeavors like her father probably would have. Delta smiled internally to herself… it was actually kind of nice knowing she had something she could hold over that bastard when it came to a relationship with their daughter - she’d probably never share something this intimate with him.

“M-Mom?”

“Mm?” Delta turned back, broken out of her train of thought.

“C-can I… touch you again?”

Author's Note

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Oh man! How do you think that Apogee did with her 'Rocket Dancer' lie? She was certainly pushing the boundary with that one! To be fair to Delta, it would probably be pretty hard to imagine that your daughter and your ex-husband were banging...

Even if that daughter had just nonchalantly grabbed your dick.

I wonder how Delta's going to answer Apogee's query?