Night Light hovered the flyer in front of him and reread it.

“Beards and Braids: Is your little girl growing distant? Is mommy getting all the attention? Bursting with affection with nowhere to put it? Join—”

“Dad,” his daughter Twilight said, “you don’t have to read it aloud.”

“—Join Free Range and bond with your baby while learning life skills the other dads are too afraid to touch. No magic required.” Night Light double checked the address. He’d been expecting some sort of community center or a school gymnasium, not a run down house in the outskirts of Canterlot. But the address matched.

“This looks like the place,” he said. “Shall we?”

Twilight peered from behind him. “You first,” she commanded.

Night rolled his eyes and knocked on the front door.

It opened almost immediately. “Oh, hey, man.”

Night Light stepped back. Standing before him was an Antelope. He didn’t know Antelopes lived in Canterlot. Not that he cared, of course. But Antelope culture was . . . weird. They had no magic that he knew of, promoted a love of nature and slow living, and tended to smoke a lot of incense and weed.

Still. This one had a long, flowing mane with braids woven in. He was clearly no stranger to styling one’s mane.

“Uh—Hi. Is this where the Braids and Beards class is being held?”

“Yeah, man. I’m Free Range. It’s, like, really great to meet you.” He reached for Night Light and gave him a very generous hug.

“Oh, uh. Thanks. I’m Night Light, and this is Twilight.” He turned and pulled Twilight out of hiding. “Say hi.”

Twilight said nothing.

“Yeah, man. Please. Come on in,” Free Range drawled. “Make yourselves cozy, man. We’re about to start.” He stepped aside and waved them in.

Night Light stepped inside, pulling his daughter in by the tail.

“Dad,” she whined. “I wanna go home.”

Night Light crouched in front of Twilight and brushed a hoof through her mane. “I thought you wanted to come here.”

Twilight looked around and whispered, “Not if there’s other ponies here.”

“Oh, Twilight,” Night Light said, adopting his gentle parenting grin. For a filly to be shy was one thing, but Twilight was just growing into a young mare. “I am here to braid your mane. You,” he said, poking her on the forehead, “are here to make friends.”

“Hmph.”

Night Light stood and shrugged at Free Range. “Sorry. She’s shy.”

“Hey, no worries, man. My little Star Child had, like, no friends when we moved here. Being a girl is scary.” He smiled down at Twilight. “But don’t worry, little pony. Everypony here is super chill. We’re all here to have fun.”

Free Range led Night Light and Twilight into the house, downstairs, to a den. There were a hoofful of other families already there, all chatting and sitting awkwardly on odd-looking bean bag chairs. The room was crowded—the other ponies were sitting almost up against one another—and it smelled faintly of incense.

Free Range waved at the only Antelope filly present. “Star Child, come here. There’s a filly I want you to meet.”

Star Child walked up to Twilight. She was a gangly looking filly that appeared to be a few years younger than Twilight, though Night Light wasn’t familiar with Antelope children. Big, wide eyes. Beautiful tail. Flowers in her mane. And a gentle smile Night Light rarely saw on high-strung Unicorn children.

“Hi! I’m Star Child. You’re pretty. What’s your name?”

Night Light prodded his daughter, and she mumbled, “Twilight.”

“That’s a pretty name. Have you ever sat on a bean bag chair before? They’re so comfy. C’mon!”

“Thank you,” Night Light said to Free Range, as the girls found a pair of chairs to sit on and started chatting.

“No worries, man. Star Child is the nicest filly you’ll ever meet.” He smiled, practically melting with adoration. “She’s got a huge heart. She loves everypony she meets. And having her suck your dick feels like nirvana, man. Hey, your daughter’s really cute,” he said.

“Er—thanks.”

Free Range obviously wasn’t in a hurry to start their lesson. He wandered from family to family, making introductions and spreading his good vibrations with everypony.

Night Light found a free bean bag chair and crawled atop it, trying awkwardly to find a comfortable position for sitting. Or was it supposed to be a pillow?

“They ain’t very intuitive,” the Unicorn stallion sitting beside him said.

Night Light picked his up and squeezed the beans around inside it, trying to shape it into a chair-like form. “No, they aren’t.” He looked at the Unicorn and said, “I’m Night Light.”

“Jazz. My daughter French Press is over there. She’s a fashion model,” he boasted with a proud smile.

French Press was a particularly photogenic Unicorn filly who looked to be about the same age as Twilight, maybe younger. Her mane was already styled and she was wearing make-up that complemented her features well.

“Nice to meet you.” Night Light gave up fixing his chair and sat awkwardly, feeling his core muscles working to keep him stable. After a few minutes of watching the others he casually asked The Question.

“So, uh, why are you here?”

It wasn’t that Night Light was ashamed to spend time with his daughter. Far from it. Twilight and her brother were his beacons of light in a dreary city, the ponies that made life vibrant. Like any good dad, he wanted to be as close to his babies as he could, and make their every wish come true. If his daughter wanted a pretty mane, then he’d damned well give her a pretty mane.

Still. None of his friends would take a class on styling a mane. And he was secretly glad nopony here knew him. This was seriously outside his comfort zone.

Jazz laughed. “My wife made me do it. If I had a son I’d spend my evenings playing ball with him instead. You?”

“Twilight and I used to be good friends, not just family. But she barely talks to me anymore. I don’t want my little girl to feel like her dad doesn’t love her.”

Jazz stared at him. “I mean,” he said, perfectly deadpan, “I guess that’s a good reason.”

They snickered.

“Alright, dudes and dudettes,” Free Range said, walking up to the front of the room. “Sorry to be a bummer but, like, I guess we gotta do this course thing. Don’t worry. There’s no grades or tests or whatever.” At this point Night Light thought he saw Twilight slump in disappointment. “We’re gonna start slow today. Just relax, get to know one another, and have fun.”

He gestured for Star Child to join him at the front and gave her a hoofful of plain-looking combs.

“Today, you’re gonna learn how to comb your daughter’s mane. Fillies usually keep their manes longer than colts do, and in the morning or after a long day of running around it’s gonna be super tangled. Tangles can damage your filly’s mane if left alone for too long. So, before you can style her mane, you have to untangle it first.”

As Star Child passed around combs to each of the dads, Free Range set his bean bag chair behind him and casually flopped back in it. Somehow he looked comfortable on his first try, with his knees spread and his back held up by the chair. His dick flopped down between his thighs. Even limp, it looked bigger than Night Light’s when he was hard.

Jazz grunted, climbed off his chair, and started trying to shape it like Free Range had. “He makes it look easy.”

“Practice,” Night Light muttered back, staring at Free Range’s dick. Adult ponies usually kept their genitals hidden, especially when around kids, but Free Range didn’t even seem to notice. Night Light glanced at the other guests. Nopony else seemed perturbed, though some of the older daughters were particularly focused.

“Can everypony see?” Free Range asked. “Good. Your filly’s hair will get tangled if she tosses and turns during her sleep, or if she’s really active. A thick and curly mane gets tangled more than a short and straight mane. And if you don’t untangle her mane regularly, it gets worse. So it’s important to take good care of your filly’s mane. Star Child and I comb her hair twice a day: once before school and again before bed. It’s a great way to bond with her, and to share your love with her.”

Star Child stepped back up in front of her dad and beamed.

“If her mane gets really tangled, or if it starts getting damaged, you can wash her hair with conditioner. There are oils made for untangling a pony’s mane if it gets real bad. But you don’t want any of that unnatural stuff if you don’t need it. The best way to maintain her mane is to comb it regularly.”

Still sitting sprawled out, he reached for Star Child and gave her a hug, then gestured in front of him.

“First thing to do is get comfortable. Untangling her mane will take a while until you get really good at it, and, like, it’s a bummer if you can’t finish because you get sore. I like a beanbag chair, but we used to put a pillow up against the wall. And the most comfortable position for your daughter, of course, is between your legs with her head in your lap.”

Star Child lay face down in front of him, with her head between his knees. Holding his hips, she scooted forward and nuzzled his cock, then wrapped her lips around it and started swallowing.

Night Light felt his heart race at the sight. Star Child was casually swallowing her dad’s enormous cock in front of an enraptured audience of total strangers with zero hesitation. Night Light and Twilight had started exploring each other’s bodies, but it was strictly a private, intimate thing between family members. Maybe Antelope culture was more public about these things?

He quickly glanced around at the other participants. Jazz had a hoof in his daughter’s lap and was quietly rubbing her abdomen. She didn’t look particularly shocked by the demonstration at the front of the class, but neither did she look like she cared about Jazz’s wandering hoof, even when he finally reached between her legs and started rubbing her pussy. If anything, she looked supremely bored.

Opposite Jazz, Mesquite’s two daughters were squeezed together in his lap, quietly fighting for a better seat while pressing up against his cock—and occasionally stroking it. Mesquite’s cock was a testament to Earth Pony stallions everywhere.

Next to Mesquite was Swirltop. His daughter was seated in front of him, focused entirely on the Antelope monster and completely ignoring her dad. Compared to the others, Swirltop was getting a raw deal. And at the far side, Blizzard’s daughter was watching the demonstration, pressed up against his side and quietly stroking his cock. She looked sublimely content; he looked alarmed and aroused.

Meanwhile, Twilight sat with a straight back, eagerly watching her teacher and barely noticing the rest of the room. Maybe Twilight and Night Light were the odd ones out. Night Light reached a hoof around her shoulders and pulled her closer. She jumped a little at the contact but didn’t say anything. He let his hoof rest over her shoulder, gently touching her chest.

The little antelope filly shifted her head, swallowed a couple times, and finally pressed her nose up against his crotch. Her face mirrored her dad’s: relaxed bliss. She closed her eyes and hummed gently. His cock had to be almost entirely in her throat. Night Light couldn’t fathom how this little girl was still breathing.

Free Range stroked Star Child’s cheek and asked, “Are you comfortable? Can I start?”

Star Child opened her eyes to gaze at him and wiggled her rump. Her tail flicked back and forth gently.

Free Range rubbed her shoulder, then reached for her mane and started combing.

“Don’t jab your comb into her scalp and start pulling. It shouldn’t hurt when you comb your filly’s mane. She shouldn’t feel anything at all. Hold some hair near the end—” he said, holding some to demonstrate, “—and comb the tangles out bit by bit. Start at the bottom and work your way up. If you start at the top, you’ll be fighting tangles all the way down. And if you don’t hold her mane tightly, you’ll tug the hair all the way up to her scalp, and that’s a good way to get your dick bitten off, dudes.”

Nervous chuckles floated through the room.

“For you Unicorns, use your hooves, not your horns. Nothing against teekay or whatever, but, like, you wouldn’t hug her or kiss her or fuck her with your teekay, either. It’s okay to be close and to actually touch her.” He dropped his bit of mane and stroked her cheek, then squeezed her gently with his hindlegs. She wiggled happily, looking up at him with the kind of wide eyes Night Light’s kids now only used when they wanted something.

For a few moments everypony watched Free Range comb his daughter’s mane while she gently suckled his cock. He didn’t seem particularly distracted by either his audience or the young nubile filly blowing him, and he was very skilled with his comb. Only a minute in and he’d already untangled a section of her mane. He lifted and moved tufts of hair out of the way and steadily worked his way through her mane, humming. And Star Child wasn’t really blowing him, like some filly whore. She almost looked like she was settling in for a nap. It was downright adorable.

“So—” one of the dads started. “Uh . . . ”

“Oh, hey! Right. Uh, like, don’t wait for my permission, dudes. This isn’t a lecture. Start whenever you want.”

The other families shifted and settled into position, and the sounds of flicking tails, squeaking bean bag chairs, and gentle murmurs filled the room.

French Press spun in place, glared at her dad, then slid to her stomach in front of him and pulled herself into his lap. “Be careful, Jazz. Don’t pull my mane. And don’t make a mess!” she ordered.

Jazz put up his hooves. “Don’t worry, dear. You won’t even feel a thing.”

She sniffed, then lowered her lips to his cock and kissed the tip. Jazz grunted and shoved his hips upward, smearing his cock against her face. The young filly didn’t seem too fazed, or even surprised; she just brushed her mane out of the way, drooled over his cock, then swallowed him whole. Jazz dropped his comb and gripped his bean bag chair for support as his daughter started bobbing her head. She clearly had experience sucking a stallion’s cock.

Night Light asked, “Well, Twilight? Are you ready?”

Twilight faced him and eyed his cock warily.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Free Range’s is bigger.”

Beside them, Jazz erupted with laughter. “Hey, girl, careful what you say to your daddy. You might hurt his feelings.”

Twilight poked Night Light’s dick. “Free Range’s was floppier, too.” She reached and tried to lay it flat. “How come yours is so straight?”

“Uh—” Night Light paused, ignoring Jazz’s stifled chuckling. It wasn’t his fault he had an erection. “Every pony is different down there.” He patted his thigh. “Why don’t you, uh, make yourself comfortable, and I’ll start on your mane. Okay, sweetie?”

“Well . . . ” She didn’t look very enthusiastic about the whole thing.

Night Light considered. He and Twilight had never gone any further than some kissing and gentle groping. The one time she’d made him cum was by accident. The idea of skipping right to—well, all of this—had to be intimidating for her. Especially with the competition: a couple of the other girls looked like they had a lot of experience giving head to older stallions.

“If you’re not okay with all of this, we can just watch the other families tonight.”

“Really?”

“Of course.” Night Light tried not to sound too disappointed.

Twilight and Night Light looked across the room. The other stallions were slumped in their bean bags, each with his daughter’s head in his lap. Some were already working on their daughters’ manes, carefully working their combs through skinny tufts of hair as their little fillies sucked their cocks, while the others were trying to help their daughters get comfortable, as Free Range called it.

One of the dads, a Pegasus stallion on the far end, was trying to wrench his comb through a foot of knots. The Pegasus filly in his lap was tensing and jerking in pain with each motion.

“He said to start at the bottom,” Night Light muttered.

Twilight smiled at Night Light. “Oh! You were paying attention!”

“Of course, dear.” He glanced around. Nopony was paying them any attention. “Come on. Let’s at least give it a try. You might even enjoy it!”

Twilight bit her lip, then sank to her gut in front of Night Light and pulled herself up between his thighs. She poked his cock again, and giggled when it twitched. “It’s cute.”

Jazz snorted.

Night Light held back an exasperated groan. “You’ve seen it before, dear. Open wide,” he said, pushing his lips towards her mouth.

Twilight closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and said, “Ahh!” like she was at a doctor’s office.

He stroked her cheek then guided her mouth to his tip. She wrapped her lips around his cock and took a little into her mouth.

This beards and braids course was the greatest decision he’d ever made.

Unlike Free Range, who wasn’t erect when his daughter had started blowing him, Night Light’s boner meant Twilight had to stretch her neck and angle her head to accommodate him. And unlike Star Child, Twilight wasn’t used to holding her mouth open for very long. As it was, she could only get a little of his cock in her mouth.

“Relax, Twilight. Don’t try to get it all in at once. Like Free Range said. We’re starting slow, okay?”

Twilight opened her eyes and looked up at him.

It was almost too much. Her face in between his thighs. Her big beautiful trusting eyes, staring up at him. Her lips wide around his shaft, and her tongue and cheeks massaging the head, as if by instinct—He’d always thought his daughter was the most beautiful creature alive, and now he had proof.

“Are you comfortable?” he asked. “Can I start?”

Twilight nodded as best as she could with his cock in her mouth. Her tongue slid around and under his dick, coating it in drool. His cock felt hot, swaddled, and safe where it was. He’d stay there forever if he could.

Night Light grabbed his comb and held it above Twilight’s head. He couldn’t remember any of Free Range’s instructions, for some reason. Something about starting slow . . . He stroked her cheek again, smiled when she smiled, groaned when she swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and grabbed a small tuft of her mane.

This close up, he could see how the strands of hair had clumped and tangled together. It didn’t happen with Shining, his son, as far as he could tell. And he’d never tried to comb his wife’s hair. How had he never noticed before? A filly’s mane really was different.

He dropped the tuft and grabbed another one, this time holding it tighter and closer to the end, and started combing.

Fillies had a lot of hair. Ten minutes in and Night Light had only untangled one side of Twilight’s mane, and hers was on the shorter side. It was slow going, not just because he was unpracticed, going too gently for fear of hurting her, but also Twilight was getting bored, and when she got bored, she got curious. While he made sure to firmly hold tufts of her mane to keep from hurting her, he wasn’t pulling her hair tight, so she had plenty of room to move her head.

And was she ever moving her head. Twilight bobbed her head on his lap, gently suckling his cock and sliding her lips up and down his shaft. She wouldn’t let his cock touch the back of her throat, but that wasn’t stopping her. It was her first time sucking his cock, and she looked like she was trying to memorize everything about the experience: its surface and heft, the way it pulsed and twitched, and the sounds he made.

It was surprisingly distracting. Still Night Light persevered, carefully moving to the other side.

The other dads were having varying success.

Free Range was humming some song at the front of the room. He’d long since finished untangling Star Child’s mane and was styling it into an elegant flowery design of some sort. Star Child, for all intents and purposes, had fallen asleep to her daddy’s lullaby, her cheek against his thigh and his giant floppy dick still down her throat.

Jazz kept yanking his daughter French’s mane. Every few minutes she’d yelp around his dick and pull herself free to complain to him.

“Ah! Damn it, Jazz. Hold it like this,” she exclaimed, demonstrating.

“I’m trying, dear, but your hair isn’t easy to work with—”

“My hair isn’t what?!”

He petted her head and said, “Okay, dear. Just—C’mon, open your mouth. There you go. I’ll be more careful.”

Though she grumped and whined, Night Light figured she was still enjoying herself, seeing how eagerly she resumed sucking his cock and how much of a performance she put on while doing so. Jazz seemed to relax only when his daughter wasn’t using her mouth for talking.

Next to Jazz sat Mesquite, the Earth Pony father with two daughters. They hadn’t been able to settle on which filly would get her hair combed and so they kept having to switch. Mesquite hadn’t made much progress on either mane, and each time one of his girls got his cock in her mouth, the other would sulk and pout and whine until it was her turn again. It didn’t look like they were enjoying themselves.

The next father, a Pegasus stallion named Swirltop, was dozing gently while his upset daughter Candy Crush grumbled in the bathroom, trying to get his spunk out of her mane and wings.

At the end, the Pegasus stallion named Blizzard had given up entirely on combing his daughter’s mane and was trying his damnedest not to come. His daughter, a Unicorn filly named Static Cling, wasn’t making it easy for him: the young filly was eagerly sucking him off, one hoof on his shaft and the other holding him still. Her tail was flagging and her tiny cunt was dripping with arousal. She was impatient. He was panicking.

“Uh, Mr. Free Range,” he said. “I’m, uh, she’s gonna make me—What do I do if—”

“Hmm?” Free Range asked.

“I’m gonna come!”

“Hey, that’s okay, man. Let it happen. Nopony’s gonna mind. We’re all stallions here. Just don’t get any in her mane.”

“But we’ve never—Ah!”

“Oh, man, I’m super jealous. I can’t even remember the first time Star Child sucked my dick. Don’t worry. It’s natural. You’re here to bond with her. She wants you to share your love with her, and there’s nothing a girl loves more than the feel of her daddy filling her mouth with spunk. To her, you’ll taste amazing. She’s gonna start wanting some every night. I’ve already blown a couple loads down Star Child’s throat and I think she’ll want a couple on her face too before she lets me stop.”

Star Child mmm-hmmed and nodded slowly.

“Wait—what?” Jazz said. “You haven’t blown a couple loads. You’ve barely moved. No way. You’re lying.”

A couple of the others nodded.

“Heh,” Free Range chuckled. “Like, okay. Have a look.”

He tapped Star Child’s head, and she opened her eyes and leaned back. Night Light watched, fascinated, as more and more dick slid from her lips, like some endless cargo train pulling out of a tunnel. Finally his dick slipped from her lips and flopped onto the floor, soaked and dripping with drool. She turned to the class and opened her mouth.

“Whoa,” someone muttered.

Star Child had a mouthful of thick, pearly white Antelope spunk sitting on her tongue. There was so much that it overflowed her lips and dribbled down her chin. Free Range’s cock was long enough that most of his cum had to have bypassed her mouth and gone directly down her throat; this mouthful was just the tail end of a prolific orgasm that Night Light and the others hadn’t even noticed.

Beaming with pride, she closed her mouth and gulped down the last of Free Range’s load, then crawled back between his legs and slurped up his cock. He sighed and resumed styling her hair.

Jazz blinked and ducked his head. “I stand corrected.”

Free Range shrugged. “No worries, man. We’ve had a lot of practice.”

Blizzard groaned, gripping the edges of his bean bag chair. Static hadn’t stopped during Star Child’s lewd demonstration.

“So, like, just relax and enjoy it,” Free Range concluded.

“Yeah—sure. Okay.” He set down his comb and looked at his daughter.

“No pressure, buddy,” Jazz joked. “Pretend we’re not all watching!”

“Baby,” he warned, squeezing her shoulder. “I’m gonna come. If you don’t want me to—Oh, sweet Princess—If you don’t want daddy to come in your mouth, you’ve gotta—Ugh!—you’ve gotta let me out.”

Static Cling didn’t stop bobbing her head.

“Oh, no, man,” Free Range said, “Like, you’ll get it in her mane if you’re not careful. Most fillies don’t like that, ’cause it’s really hard to get out.”

From the bathroom down the hall Candy Crush called out, “He’s not wrong!”

“So—what do I do? What do I do?!”

Free Range shrugged. “Like, make her swallow it—”

“Oh, fuck!” Blizzard exclaimed, grabbing his little filly’s head and thrusting up into her mouth. He came with a whinny. Her eyes bulged, and she quickly started swallowing. Night Light could actually see her neck pulse with each load of spunk sliding down towards her stomach. She swallowed again and again, but it wasn’t enough. Cum spurted out from between her lips, splashing on his lap. The girl yanked herself free and gasped for breath.

“DaddyEEEP!”

The cock aiming right at her face unloaded rope after gooey rope of cum across her face, over her chin, and down her neck. She froze in place, eyes closed shut, mouth frozen open in shock.

Only after she was tic-tac-toed from chin to forehead did his orgasm slow to a trickle. The filly lifted a hoof and wiped the cum from her eyes, then lifted herself up, facing him. For a moment, panicking daddy and cum-soaked daughter stared at one another in shock, panting and blushing.

She closed her lips and swallowed, then whimpered, “Daddy?”

A dollop of cum dripped from her chin onto the floor. At least none of it had gotten in her mane.

“Oh, dear, I’m so sorry. I never should’ve—I knew this was a bad idea—”

The filly slid her body up his until they were face to face, wrapped her hooves around his shoulders, and kissed him. Night Light and the other stallions watched in stunned silence as she pressed her body against him. His softening cock poked out between her thighs, curling over her rump and drooling the last of his cum on her ass.

“I told ya. It’s okay,” she whispered, booping his nose with hers. She had a huge grin on her face, under all those streaks of cum. “I love ya, Daddy.”

“I—I love you too, Sparky,” Blizzard said, reaching up and tousling her mane—before jerking his hoof back. “Oh, crap. Uh—”

“Daddy, ya messed it all up.” She shrugged. “Guess ya gotta start again.”

“Y—yeah. I’ll, uh. Yeah.”

She nuzzled her cheek against his, smearing cum over his face, and then slid back down his body, dragging herself over his cock until it flopped out in front of her. She gave a satisfied little wiggle and started licking clean his slimy cock. Soon she was blowing him like she hadn’t been interrupted by her daddy flooding her mouth and throat with grandfoal batter.

“I told you, man,” Free Range said, threading his hooves through Star Child’s mane. “Keep coming in her mouth and the two of you will be inseparable.”

Whimpering, and looking like he was about to burst with emotion, he grabbed his comb with a shaky hoof and resumed working on her mane.

Relationship goals, Night Light thought.

Beside him, French Press pulled her mouth off of Jazz’s cock and glared at him. “You know I don’t like you coming on my face, Jazz.”

“Yes, dear. I know.”

Two seats over, beside Jazz and French, Mesquite was next to finish, so to speak. The twins had turned him so they could each keep an eye on the clock, and every five minutes down to the second one would yank the other out of the way and take her place. The stalemate had continued relatively peacefully for a while, and soon both twins had half a mane combed.

But when Mesquite gasped and started frantically tapping his currently occupied daughter on the shoulder only two and a half minutes into her turn, the other filly swatted him away and pulled her free.

“Ah! What the fuck, Maple?!”

“Oh, you think I don’t know what you two are doing? Dad’s clearly waiting for your turn before he comes, Cherry. It’s not fair.”

Groaning, Mesquite said, “Maple, I’m not timing anything. You know I can’t control it.”

“Yeah, Maple! Urgh!” Cherry groaned, shoving her sister back.

“He was holding back when it was my turn!” Maple snapped, stomping up onto Mesquite’s right leg and glaring over his lap at her sister.

“Dear,” Mesquite started, wincing. “I was holding back because that how stallions work—”

Cherry, refusing to back down, stepped on Mesquite’s other leg and glared right back. “Maybe if you weren’t such a bitch and tried being nice for once he would like you more!”

“Cherry! Watch your language!” Mesquite grunted, his dick bobbing angrily mid-air, pointed directly between the two of them.

“Maybe if you weren’t such a brown-noser and gave me a chance—”

“We timed it! You had just as much time as me—”

“Girls!” he barked.

They paused, finally noticing the grimace on his face.

“What’s wrong?” Cherry asked.

Mesquite clenched his jaw and didn’t answer, but Night Light knew the look well. Mesquite had been pulled back from the edge, and his balls probably felt like they were being squeezed in a vice.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” Cherry gasped, while Maple just huffed and looked away. “Let me make it better.” She reached down and grabbed his cock.

“Hey!” Maple exclaimed, slapping at her sister’s hoof and grabbing some cock for herself.

“Girls! Enough. Let go. It’s not a big deal.” He glared at them, then took a deep breath. “What is a big deal is how petty you’re both being. You both know how to share. Say you’re sorry.”

“Sorry,” Maple grumped, looking away.

Cherry gawped. “But I didn’t—”

“Cherry!”

“Sorry, I guess,” she grumbled.

“Now kiss and make up.”

Maple and Cherry withered and faced each other over his lap. Maple huffed. Cherry gulped. Neither made a move.

“Girls,” Mesquite warned.

Cherry leaned forward, just a bit, tilted her head, and watched her sister. Maple glanced around at the audience, then shifted forward. Their lips met in the middle, just above Mesquite’s dick. Cherry squeaked, but didn’t yield. Maple sighed and leaned in, closing her eyes. Balanced with a hoof on her dad’s thigh, Cherry reached up and touched Maple’s shoulder, then pulled her close. Maple whuffled lightly and hugged back.

Pressed together like that, kissing and moaning each other like that, the twins were absolutely stunning. Their kiss had gone from a tiny hesitant peck to something more intimate and insistent. Night Light kept getting glimpses of pink tongues and mouthfuls of saliva as they shifted and panted and made out. Cherry reached her hoof down between Maple’s thighs and started groping her crotch. Maple squeaked and followed suit.

They kissed and made up for much longer than was strictly necessary, stopping only when Cherry came against her sister’s hoof, then again when Maple joined her. Eventually Maple sighed and pulled back—with a gossamer-thin thread of saliva stretching between them for a moment—leaving Cherry to flail and totter, off-balanced without her sister pushing her up. Maple’s tail flicked back and forth, flashing the others with glimpses of a shiny, dripping pussy, and Cherry looked like she was squeezing her thighs together. They were both breathing heavily, with faint blushes on their cheeks and shiny saliva on their chins and down their necks. Neither of them made eye contact, but Night Light thought he saw Maple reach for Cherry’s hoof.

Mesquite nodded. “Alright. Now, pack your things. We’re going home.”

“But daaaad—” they whined in chorus.

“No buts. We’ll try again tonight. Together. Okay?”

Mesquite’s erection had abated, somewhat. Night Light was pretty sure he didn’t have the same self-control that Mesquite did.

As the Mesquite family packed their things, Night Light glanced at Free Range. He’d assumed that Free Range was just being polite and pretending not to notice the family argument, like all the other dads. But Free Range’s eyes were closed, and he’d stopped humming. It looked as though he’d fallen asleep.

Then Night Light saw Star Child gulping steadily, a blush on her cheeks. Gotcha. Now that he’d seen it he didn’t think it was that impressive. Even Free Range was a slave to his orgasm. He was more impressed with Star Child, who didn’t flinch as her dad’s grapefruit-sized balls unloaded in her mouth. Star Child kept swallowing for another minute or so and never spilled a drop.

Free Range sighed, opened his eyes, and resumed styling her mane into an elaborate sculpture of flowers and waves.

Jazz was next, and it happened quite suddenly.

“Oh, fuck!” Jazz groaned, arching his hips.

French’s eyes bulged, then she jerked back and grabbed his cock, aiming it low at her face. Streams of cum laced with teekay shot out, streaking from her forehead to her chin and even down her neck. She didn’t stroke him or try to catch any in her mouth, just held him still and waited patiently with her mouth and eyes closed.

Eventually his orgasm waned from powerful squirts to a slow trickle.

French wiped the cum from her eyes then licked her hoof clean. She didn’t look too upset. “Good job, daddy,” she said, letting go. “I’m surprised. You didn’t get any in—”

Jazz grunted and flexed his hips, spurting a final large load of crackling Unicorn cum all over her mane.

“Ah . . . ” he sighed.

French reached up and touched her mane, right below her horn. When she brought her hoof back down it had a fresh smear of cum on it. “Jazz.” She gripped his thigh and lifted herself up till she was eye level with him. “Jazz!”

Jazz smiled warily. “I love you?” he ventured.

“Jazz!” French snapped, glaring at him so hard Night Light was surprised flames didn’t burst from her eyes. “I told you not to come in my mane.”

“Sorry dear. Sometimes I can’t help myself. You’re just too lovely.”

“Hmph.” French climbed to her hooves, stomped over his legs, and trotted towards the bathroom, ignoring everypony else’s glances. That her tail was still flagged and her thighs were shiny with moisture didn’t escape anypony’s notice.

Jazz sighed and settled into his bean bag chair with a big smile, watching her rear end disappear down the hallway.

“Good bonding?” Night Light asked.

Jazz nodded. “Very good. She loves when I come on her face. It really turns her on.”

Night Light looked down at Twilight, who was watching the scene and only absently sucking his dick. Twilight and French were around the same age, but French had clearly had way more experience. Was he holding back her development?

“How often do you two—?”

Jazz shrugged. “Not very often. Maybe three times a week. And before and after her shoots. They usually make her really horny.” He stretched loudly. “Yeah, I’ll probably fuck her later tonight.”

French stepped out of the bathroom a few minutes later. She’d managed to get most of the cum out of her mane and style it somewhat fashionably, but it looked like she’d forgotten to clean her face: long thick streaks of Jazz’s cum still stretched from cheek to cheek and chin to forehead, with a little hanging off of her ear—and Night Light thought he saw some gleaming on her horn, too. The pearly white of his cum contrasted well against her darker coat and eye shadow.

“Is the class done?” she asked Free Range.

Free Range shrugged. “Like, you can go home anytime you want, little lady. I’ll see you next week.”

French sniffed. “C’mon, Jazz. We’re leaving,” she snapped.

“But, honey—”

French grabbed her dad’s muzzle with her teekay and yanked him off of his bean bag chair and out of the den.

“Your mane is really pretty!” one of the daughters called.

“See you next time,” Night Light yelled.

The front door slammed shut.

While Swirltop dozed, his daughter Candy Crush went up and sat beside Free Range.

“Oh, hey, little lady. Done already,?”

Candy Crush snorted. “No. Dad came and then fell asleep.” She crossed her forelegs and pouted.

“Whoa, little lady. You’ve got some serious bad vibes around you.”

She curled her lip. “He’s always like this. I know he tries, but one little come and he’s dreaming with baby Luna. It drives mom and me bonkers.”

“Major bummer, little lady,” Free Range said, prodding Star Child and tilting her head to get at her other side. It looked to Night Light like he was just filling time while the other fathers caught up.

Candy Crush shuffled closer. “You don’t get sleepy after you come?” she asked casually.

He laughed. “I’m always sleepy, little lady. I’ve got some plants out back that that’ll send you on a trip to the cosmos.”

“That’s so funny,” she said, giggling. “I really liked the lesson.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah. Like, it’s so deep,” she gushed. “I really felt like there was a connection between us, you know? And, like, I never realized how important my mane is.”

“Totally.”

“And you’re really good at styling manes.”

“Thanks, little lady.”

“But, like, my dad didn’t really get a chance to comb my mane, and you’re really good at it, so I was wondering—”

“Oh, hey, sorry to interrupt, but I promised Star Child. Hold that thought, little lady.”

“Uh, sure.”

Free Range placed his comb on the floor and tapped his daughter’s forehead. “Are you ready, my dear?”

Star Child released her dad’s cock from her mouth with a slurp and ducked low to lick at his balls. He leaned back, spread his legs, and thrust his hips up, sliding his cock up her face. His cock spat a load of thick, pearly Antelope cum into the air, painting a strip from her forehead over her mane and down her backside. More spunk shot up in a high arc, splashing down on her mane and forehead. Cum started dribbling down her face and sliding down her mane as he came and came and came.

Candy Crush’s wings poofed open, almost blocking the view. She leaned back, her mouth gawping open. “What the fuck . . . ” she breathed.

Star Child, for her part, barely reacted. She scrunched her face when a dollop of cum landed on her nose but otherwise tilted her head forward, eager to get as much of her dad’s sticky love over her mane, even if much of it slid down her face.

“Can you clean me up, dear?” Free Range grunted, as his cock oozed more cum.

“Mmm-hmm!” She opened her mouth, fumbled blindly to grab his cock, and started licking it clean. Free Range’s request might have been a bit premature: for the first few moments she couldn’t keep up with the gooey spunk sliding down his shaft. Only when she slid her lips back around his dick and started swallowing did the mess stop.

“Ahhh . . . ” he sighed, slumping back into his chair. After resting a few moments to catch his breath, he reached for her head and started rubbing his spunk into her mane, careful to keep from disturbing her braids.

Finally, after several moments of sitting there stupefied, Candy Crush spluttered, “But—you said not to get any in her mane!”

Free Range nodded absently. “Yeah. It’s a hassle to get out. And if you’re a Unicorn it’s really bad. Teekay will mess up a girl’s mane over time.” He smiled and wiped some of the cum from her cheek. “But, like, it’s not up to me, little lady. Star Child likes the way it makes her hair feel. And we’ve never trusted that bottled garbage they sell in the store anyways.”

“And—” Candy Crush gulped. “You do that twice a day?”

He shrugged. “Usually. It’s really important for a girl to have a close connection with her daddy, you know? And, like, I can’t say no to her.”

She scooched close and put her hoof on his thigh. “That’s super hot.”

“Thanks, little lady. You’re really hot, too. You’ve got a tight little ass.” Free Range reached down her front and groped between her thighs. “And a smooth pussy, too. Your dad is super lucky.”

Candy Crush froze as his cum-streaked hoof pressed against her slit. “Oh! Uh . . . Mmm . . . ” she groaned, spreading her knees and giving him more room. She glanced around the room. Blizzard and Night Light were watching intently, but her dad was still asleep. “Fuck it,” she muttered, leaning in to kiss Free Range. Her tail lashed back and forth, flashing Night Light and Blizzard with peeks of the young filly’s tight little ass atop her smooth pussy. Free Range was right.

Night Light looked back at Swirltop and vowed then and there never to fall asleep on Twilight.

Candy Crush pulled back with a desperate little whine. “Oh, fu-hu-huck . . . ”

“Groovy,” Free Range said, leaving little kisses down her neck.

“Would—haaa . . . would you comb my hair, too?” she asked, panting.

“No can do, little lady,” he said, resuming his work in Star Child’s mane.

She jerked her hoof back. “Oh—”

Free Range smiled at Star Child and stroked her cheek. “Star Child’s is the only mane I’ll work on. She deserves it, and I’ll do anything for my beautiful little girl.”

Candy Crush looked down at the girl sucking his cock and yelped. Star Child was glaring right back.

“Oh, right. Uh—”

“But, like, I’ll fuck you later, if you want.”

Candy Crush inhaled a sharp breath. “You will?” she squeaked.

“Sure. Do you have school tomorrow? ’Cause, like, I was gonna try out my new vaporizer tonight.”

She shook her head. “School? Pshh. Like, whatever.”

“Groovy.”

“Groovy,” she agreed, stroking his chest.

Twilight, only half-heartedly sucking Night Light’s cock while watching the exchange, pulled back and whispered, “It’s a school night. She absolutely has school tomorrow! Should I tell her?”

He patted her forehead. “I think she knows already, dear.”

“You mean she’s just lying?” Twilight hissed.

“Shh. Don’t judge. She’s old enough to make her own choices.”

Twilight scowled. “Doubtful. And I bet she has loads of homework.”

“Alright, dear. Let’s keep going. We’re almost done.”

Night Light finished untangling a section and leaned back, admiring his work. Twilight’s mane was straight as a ruler, except for a few parts, and as smooth as her bottom. It seemed to shine far too brightly for the dim room, and certainly brighter than it did when it was messy. Something about aligning the hairs, he figured. And it hadn’t really taken all that long. He could do this regularly without much inconvenience.

Below her bangs, Twilight’s big purple eyes looked up at him. Her gentle bobbing motion—the way she managed to smile, even with her lips stretched around his cock, sticking in place occasionally—and the look of total trust and adoration in those eyes—

Night Light’s orgasm had sneaked up on him. He grunted, clenched his abs, and tapped Twilight on the shoulder. “Dear—”

Twilight yanked herself off his cock with a slurp, propped herself up with a hoof, and started stroking him instead. “Are you about to ejaculate?” she asked casually, the same way she’d ask if he was going to work.

“Uh—” he grunted “—Yeah.”

“Okay. Grab the carpet. Don’t move your hips. And wait until you’re done coming.”

“Wait—”

“It’s okay. I watched all the other girls. We’re gonna do this right.”

Oh. This was Twilight. Everything was a competition run by procedure. He sighed in resignation and smiled. His daughter was about to make him come. How bad could it be? “—Sure.”

She kissed her lips around his tip and resumed sucking his dick, bobbing her head at a consistent rhythm. The glow in her eyes faded; she was all business.

With the mood thoroughly subdued, his orgasm was good but not great. Unlike Free Range, Night Light didn’t come enough to drown a hippo, so Twilight quickly and efficiently swallowed his cum without spilling a drop.

Night Light slumped against his bean bag chair. He was exhausted, suddenly. “That was nice,” he said, smiling. “Are you alright?”

Twilight pulled her mouth off of his softening cock. “Of course I am.” She grimaced and smacked her lips, trying to get the taste off of her tongue. “It tastes gross.”

“You could’ve just stroked me. Or waited until I calmed down.”

“Nuh-uh,” she said. “Mr. Free Range said it was best if I swallowed my first time.”

I take it all back, Free Range. “What about next time?”

Twilight looked at the other participants, then at Star Child. “It looks really messy. Is it okay if I just swallowed anyways?”

“I guess so,” he sighed, like it was a huge inconvenience. “But not every time.”

“Of course not,” she said, shaking her head. “How am I supposed to measure the volume if I always swallow? I have a spare graduated cylinder I’m not using right now. And does it taste the same every time? How much do you ejaculate on average? We need to experiment!”

“That’s my girl,” he said, reaching out and almost tousling her mane before he remembered not to. “Right. Don’t touch the mane.” He gave her shoulder an awkward pat instead.

Twilight scratched her nose, stretched her jaw, then moved towards Night Light’s thighs again.

“Um, Twilight, dear? I think we’re done.”

“What? You’re not done.” She sat back and carefully patted her mane. “This part’s still tangled. See?”

“Yes, but I can’t come a second time. Not for a while, at least.”

“So?” Twilight asked, her face scrunched in confusion. “You don’t need your semen to untangle my mane.”

“Uh—” He glanced at Blizzard for support, but the Pegasus just shrugged. His daughter was still sucking his cock, and he’d already come tonight. Could he come a second time? Everypony said Earth Pony stallions could come over and over, but what about Pegasus stallions? “I guess not,” Night Light finally said. He pointed beside him. “Here, have a seat.”

Twilight looked where he was pointing and cocked an eyebrow. “Huh? You’re being really confusing. Are we finishing or not?” she asked,

“Alright, alright,” he said, holding up his hooves in defeat. “You’re right, dear. Get comfortable and then I’ll finish. Is that acceptable, Princess?”

Twilight rolled her eyes and crawled in between his thighs. Carefully, as if he was a bomb about to explode—even though they both knew he was done for the night—Twilight grabbed his cock and slurped a mouthful of drool all over it, then without ceremony slipped him between her lips and nestled it on her tongue.

Night Light sighed. He should’ve known better than to argue. “Are you ready?” he asked.

Twilight looked up at him and huffed. Even with his dick in her mouth, Twilight could be surprisingly bossy on occasion.

He leaned forward, grabbed the last bit of her mane, and started carefully combing out its tangles.

Night Light finished combing Twilight’s mane not too long after that. He and Twilight waited politely for Free Range to finish coming on Star Child’s face and showering her mane in all-natural conditioner again before getting up to say their goodbyes. Free Range reminded him about next week’s lesson while Twilight and Star Child hugged goodbye. He even gave Twilight and Night Light homework: Night Light was to comb and untangle Twilight’s mane once a day.

Twilight’s hair didn’t look all that different, after everything was said and done. But the point of the class wasn’t to radically style her mane. She could learn how to do that on her own if she had to. And he didn’t style his son’s mane either. The point was to find a way to bridge the growing gulf between him and his only daughter. He’d hoped that after tonight they’d be chatting and joking together, just like when she was younger. But Twilight was just as quiet and mechanical as she’d been on the way there.

“Did you have fun?” Night Light asked, hesitantly, when they were about halfway home. If not, he decided, he would have to find some other daddy-daughter bonding activity—or give up on the idea entirely.

Twilight shrugged. “It was alright.”

“Star Child was a nice filly, wasn’t she?” he said.

“I guess so. I dunno. She’s kinda weird.”

The two of them are kinda weird, Night Light thought to himself. “Did you talk to any of the other fillies?”

“I guess. They weren’t really friendly.”

“That Pegasus filly sure was friendly with Free Range.”

Twilight scoffed. “She’s gonna skip class. What a loser.”

Night Light took a breath. They’d never make any progress if he didn’t talk about it. “Were you uncomfortable while I was—” coming down your throat “—combing your mane?”

“No, I didn’t mind. My jaw’s a little sore.”

It was like pulling teeth. “Twilight—do you want to go back next time or not?”

“What?” Twilight asked. She whirled around, looking shocked. “Of course! Why wouldn’t we?”

A relieved smile spread across his face. “I see. I guess you’re just too shy to admit you had fun with your boring old dad.”

“Nuh-uh,” she said. “That’s not it at all.” She hopped in front of him and grinned, her tail flicking back and forth. “We get to do homework! Isn’t it wonderful?”

For some reason, even though homework meant convenient blowjobs from his nubile, curious, loving young daughter, actually calling it homework made him want to groan. “Of course, dear.”

Author's Note

Doing research for this story made me deeply uncomfortable. Never do research with your fly open and your hand down your pants.

The thrilling conclusion, Part Two: Braiding her Mane, will be posted in two weeks. Until then, you can help hold back my crippling longing for companionship by leaving a 👍, a ⭐, or a 💬!