“We wait for a search party,” Cookie had decided.

The rest of the family agreed. It was the best solution - somepony would come looking for them eventually. Before they starved to death. Hopefully.

Hondo sat alone, gazing into one of the braziers. The rest of his family had fallen asleep, and now he watched the flame flickering and licking at nothing, fueled by an unseeable magic.

He knew that a rescue wouldn’t be coming. It was supposed to be a week-long camping trip. They would survive perhaps a few days, but without water, they would be dead before anypony would even think they had gone missing.

Would it be enough to burn him to death? He stuck a hoof over the flame. It was warm, but it didn’t seem to harm his unshorn fetlocks. He lowered it into the brazier. Nothing happened.

The sound of hoofsteps clipped behind him - somepony else was awake. And had probably just seen what he was doing.

After a few steps, two white hooves circled around him, hugging him from behind. Was it Rarity? Or Sweetie Belle? Whichever it was, she wasn’t speaking.

“Can’t sleep?” he finally asked.

“Mm-hmm,” came the dulcet humming of Sweetie Belle’s voice. “It’s not easy to sleep right now,” she continued. “Even without all this stress.”

Hondo nodded, uncertain what she had meant. “I can’t sleep either.”

Sweetie hugged him tighter.

“It’s all my fault,” he continued. “I’m the one who took us out here on this stupid trip. I should be the one to die, and yet… I’m not brave enough to end my own life.”

“You don’t need to do that, dad,” Sweetie whispered in his ear. “Don’t blame yourself.”

“How can I not? I’m the reason we’re here. And I don’t know what to do now that we’re stuck.”

“Subtraction isn’t the only way to make an odd number even,” Sweetie breathed.

Hondo froze as thoughts raced through his mind. If there was a way other than taking away from their family… then it would be to add to it. But Cookie was too old to bear another child, and no longer went into heat…

He pulled away from Sweetie Belle as realization set in. Turning around, he stared at his younger daughter. Sweetie Belle had put the kettle on the fire, and then just before they got trapped here, she’d started steeping a bag of…

“Moon tea,” Hondo muttered. “You were brewing moon tea.”

Sweetie Belle nodded slightly, a faint rosy color on her cheeks. “I started my cycle a few days ago.”

“How much did you drink?”

“I haven’t had any yet this season.”

“So, you mean if we-”

Sweetie Belle pressed her hoof to his lips. “Please don’t say it out loud.”

The two stared at each other in silence, though Hondo’s erection gave away which station his train of thought had just arrived at. Sweetie Belle tried not to look at it - tried not to imagine that feeling of it plunging into her. The forbidden thoughts were driving her crazy. It was so wrong to want her father’s child. But a part of her carnal self just wanted to be filled with that thick meat - to have him plunder the depths of her moist treasure and leave behind his pearl.

And it would save their family. That was important, too.

Hondo glanced furtively at Cookie Crumbles and Rarity, both of whom were laying with their backs turned. A gentle rise and fall of their chests suggested they were sound asleep. He turned back to Sweetie Belle.

“You’re absolutely certain?”

“This is a matter of life and death, dad. Possibly the most literal interpretation of it you can imagine. I don’t necessarily think it’s a good idea, but it’s the best one we have.”

“But you’re a virgin,” he protested.

Sweetie Belle shook her head. “I may not have ever had a stallion, but I’m far from a virgin, remember?”

“Right,” Hondo replied, suddenly remembering the results of the “How many pussies have you eaten?” question. “Then, how are we going to-”

His question was interrupted as Sweetie Belle pressed her lips to his, aggressively probing with her tongue. Hondo was caught completely by surprise, falling backward to the hard floor as Sweetie Belle’s weight came down on top of him. Air rushed from his lungs at the impact, and she seized the opportunity to dart her tongue into his mouth.

Hondo’s eyes widened as her tongue roamed around his mouth, exploring his teeth. He cautiously lifted his tongue to meet hers, wrestling in the confines of his mouth and slowly pushing her tongue back. He chased it into her own mouth, continuing the delicate dance of oral maneuvers.

Sweetie Belle closed her eyes and moaned into Hondo’s mouth. His erection was rubbing against her damp, needy sex, and she involuntarily began rocking against it, grinding her winking clit against his stiff shaft. His lips parted from hers and he pulled back, giving her a questioningly uncertain look. Sweetie Belle simply smiled at her father, grinding even harder against him and then lifting herself up and placing his tip firmly against her entrance.

He could feel Sweetie Belle trembling slightly as she brought herself to his tip and suddenly became acutely aware that he was about to take her maidenhead. He rolled over onto his side, gently carrying her with him and laying her against the cold ivory ground. From this position, he would have more control over the insertion, hopefully lessening her distress.

“Please,” she whispered in his ear. “I need you in me so badly.”

The desperation in her voice combined with the sheer taboo of the act spurred Hondo into action, pressing forward ever so slowly and parting her folds. His tip began to sink in, only to find a shallow barrier. Sweetie gasped as the turgid cock kissed her hymen.

“It might hurt,” Hondo warned her.

“It’s okay,” Sweetie Belle replied. “I’m ready.”

Hondo pushed forward slowly, putting an ever increasing pressure on his daughter’s flower until it suddenly gave way and he sunk deep into her untouched passage.

“Mmmm!” Sweetie moaned. She had been prepared for a lot of pain, but that wasn’t what she had felt. Instead, she had felt a little bite of pain - not unlike getting a shot at the doctor’s office - and then nothing but pure pleasure as his shaft slid deep into her, his length grinding against her pleasure button as it sank to the hilt.

Hondo was in a perilous heaven of his own making. The tight confines of Sweetie Belle’s tunnel felt divine against his cock - the one cock that shouldn’t have ever breached her depths. And yet he had no regrets. It somehow felt… right. The times he had glanced at his daughters with a lustful thought only to mentally shout himself down ran through his mind.

“Oh, goddess,” he moaned. “It’s so much better than I’d imagined.”

“You’ve imagined this before?” Sweetie Belle asked, pulling herself up slightly before pressing herself back down. She had never even used a dildo before, so she didn’t have much to compare her father to. Thoughts of Spike ran through her mind. Would Spike be able to fill her up the way her father was now? A vivid image of Rarity suckling his dual cocks came back to her mind - they hadn’t seemed so large. But it happened a long time ago, hadn’t it?

“Though I hate to admit it,” Hondo groaned, slowly withdrawing and then sliding himself back into her. “I am a hot-blooded stallion, after all. And both of my daughters are the most gorgeous mares I’ve ever laid eyes upon.”

Cookie Crumbles tried very hard not to stir as she heard her husband breeding her youngest daughter behind her. She didn’t know why she hadn’t stopped him. Even though she knew they had found a solution that would save their family from a horrible fate, it still repulsed her. Yet she didn’t stop them. And she didn’t know why it was turning her on so much, as a forehoof trailed down her own chest, stopping to tease at one of her teats while the other forehoof trailed down lower.

Was it her place to even judge, after what she had done with her brother? Visions of Peanut Brittle’s cock came back to her mind, and she began grinding her hoof even harder into her snatch as Sweetie Belle’s moans took her back to that day, so long ago, when she herself was crying out in ecstasy on her own brother’s dick. Could she truly fault her husband, especially now, when he knew what she had done?

A thought came to her mind, unbidden. Could she maneuver around to watch? She had never thought herself a voyeur before, but morbid curiosity took her as she slowly shuffled around, trying her hardest not to make a sound. Surely they wouldn’t notice her, as engrossed with each other as they seemed to be?

“Harder,” Sweetie Belle groaned. “It feels better when you thrust harder.”

“Are you sure?” Hondo replied, stopping his thrusts and gazing into her eyes. When she nodded, he rolled her onto her back and began slowly gliding into her, testing her depths. Satisfied that her canal was deep enough he wouldn’t hurt her, he withdrew until only the tip was inside.

“Just tell me if it’s too much,” he cautioned her, before slamming his hips forward.

With his weight behind him now, Sweetie Belle gasped. This was entirely different than the slow, pleasurable strokes her father had been doing moments before. She felt the tip of his rod kiss against the entrance of her womb over and over again as his hips slammed into the cushion of her buttocks, sending her whole body quaking and writhing in indescribable pleasure. Her pussy clamped down on his rod as he pounded away, her first penetrative orgasm milking his rod and begging for the seed her heat so desperately demanded.

What her father had been doing before, she realized, was making love to her. But now? Now he was rutting her - claiming her as his own, and frenetically driving toward a climax that they both so desperately craved. Her clit winked against him repeatedly as his cock battered her insides, and she loved every moment of it.

Hondo wasn’t sure how much longer he would last. He’d thought of this moment so many times before - admittedly, more often with Rarity -- that finally experiencing it in reality was taking him to his peak far faster than he expected. He gazed into Sweetie Belle’s eyes as he pounded into her, fascinated with the deep, sparkling green. He loved the way her curled mane bounced back and forth with each stroke. He loved the way her little gasps and moans left her lips.

“Mmm… Come on, daddy,” Sweetie Belle murmured, hugging her forelegs tightly around her father’s barrel. “Give me your baby.”

Her words pushed Hondo over the precipice, his balls drawing up tightly as his flare exploded outward inside his daughter. He slammed himself into her one last time, hilting her as thick semen spewed forth straight into her fertile womb. “Oh, Sweetie Belle,” he groaned, throbbing and pulsing within her.

A shiver went up Sweetie Belle’s spine as she felt his flare spread her deepest depths wide, and a warming sensation spread through her nethers as his essence spilled into her womb. The spasms of his shaft against her sensitive nether lips combined with the satisfaction of her body’s most basic desire brought her to another peak. Her entire body seemed to explode with pleasure as her marehood gushed out upon the ivory floor.

Cookie watched with rapt attention as her husband impregnated her daughter in front of her very own eyes, her hoof assailing her own marehood with impunity. The sights and sounds of Sweetie Belle’s orgasm brought her to her own peak. Her body shuddered as she, too, came - though without Sweetie Belle’s voluminous gushing.

“You were incredible, Belle,” Hondo murmured. “Thank you.”

His wife continued to grind her hoof against her marehood as she listened to her husband’s words of adoration. This shouldn’t have happened - she shouldn’t have let it happen. Yet it had, and she had to admit that she had enjoyed every moment of it.

Sweetie Belle turned her head and their eyes met. Time seemed to stop - as if two deer had been caught in spotlights, simply staring at each other. Mother and daughter both locked eyes. A warm smile slowly crept across Cookie’s face. Sweetie Belle hesitantly smiled back, a strange sense of relief washing over her.

“Six.” The glowing apparition of Sweetie Belle’s belly appeared.

“Father?!” Rarity shrieked. “How could you!?”

Sweetie Belle and Hondo exchanged a glance.

Sweetie leapt to her father’s defense. “It was my idea,” she shouted.

“Answer verified. Result: Even. Predicted: Even. Matched. Please proceed to the next chamber.”

Rarity glared at Hondo.

“I had little choice, Rarity,” he replied sternly. “I couldn’t live with myself if I had to lose any of you. And that includes your little one.”

Rarity averted her gaze, staring at her own pregnant belly as the door to the next chamber slid open.

The room beyond was much smaller than any of the chambers that had come before, with nothing more than the same set of circles that had sat at each verification door before. The actual door by the circles was the size of any ordinary door, instead of a monumental entryway.

“Welcome to the Chamber of Truth,” Jack uttered.

“The Chamber of Truth?” Cookie asked. “Why does this one have a name?”

“Because it is the only one the master named,” Jack replied, matter-of-factly.

Hondo shrugged and sat down on one of the circles. “Yeah, that doesn’t really answer anything, but we know the drill.”

The rest of the family followed suit. The glowing blue light surrounded each of them for a few seconds, and then promptly faded. The small door opened, revealing a passageway that gently sloped upwards. The sound of birds could be heard, and a glint of sunlight shone down on the ground.

Finally, the temple could be put behind them. They were free.

“So, wait, what did that one verify?” Sweetie Belle wondered aloud.

“The Chamber of Truth shows every time you have ever done something sexual against your will,” Jack replied. “The master would use it to punish those who committed heinous acts against his preferred concubines.”

Hondo and Sweetie Belle looked at each other, each one blushing furiously.

Cookie cleared her throat. “I think it’s time to leave.”

The rest of the family agreed, trotting up the ramp and back into the outside world above.

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