Night Light and his daughter Twilight turned onto Free Range’s street. It had been a whole week after their first lesson, and Night Light could practically hear Twilight vibrating with anxiety behind him.

“Twilight, calm down. We’re not late.”

“You don’t know that! What if they started already?”

Night Light laughed. “Look at you. Last week you were scared to even try this—”

“That’s not true!”

“—and now you’re too excited to wait.”

“But what if everypony’s already there?” she asked. “What if Free Range needed a volunteer, and already picked somepony? Ah!” she gasped. “What if he picked Candy Crush?”

He stopped and turned to face her. “Breathe, Twilight. It’s just for fun.” He put a hoof on his chest and took a deep breath, urging her to do the same.

For a moment he thought Twilight would explode at him, but she gulped and took a couple deep breaths.

“Good. I’m proud of you. I know you’re nervous.”

“I’m not nervous. Why would I be nervous? You’re nervous!”

She was right, though only coincidentally. Their previous lesson has been surprisingly intense for a mane styling lesson. Night Light couldn’t help but wonder what was on the syllabus for today. Now that combing and detangling was out of the way, what came next? Some increasingly complex mane sculpting session? Hair dyeing and cutting? Perms, whatever those were? Honestly, he’d be fine chatting with the other dads while combing his daughter’s mane again for an hour or so, and it wasn’t like he really needed to learn how to style a filly’s mane. But he was eager to get off the streets before a bystander caught him with his dick out and wondered just what he and his daughter were up to.

Twilight raced up to the front door and knocked. An antelope filly answered.

“Hi, Star Child!” Twilight said, grinning.

“Twilight? You’re way early!”

“What? That’s—ha, ha. You’re so funny,” Twilight laughed, trying to act casual while deliberately not looking back at Night Light.

“Where’s your dad, Star?” he asked.

Star Child scowled and invited them inside.

“Are we the first ones here?” Twilight asked.

“Nope.” Star Child led them into the den, where a Pegasus stallion was sitting awkwardly on one of the bean bag chairs.

“Swirltop, right?” Night Light said, walking up and bumping hooves, while Twilight and Star Child started gossipping in the corner.

“Yep. And you’re . . . Night Light? With Twilight over there?”

Night Light nodded, slumping into a free bean bag chair. Swirltop’s daughter was nowhere to be found. “Where’s Candy Crush?” he asked, looking around. “In the bathroom?”

“I think she’s upstairs. She said she wanted some tips for combing her mane before class. I don’t know what’s taking them so long, though,” he admitted, his brow furrowed.

“How long have you been waiting?”

“About half an hour.”

“Ah. Between you and me, Twilight is a bit of a teacher’s pet, too. I’m surprised she didn’t rush off to find the teacher and ask for extra help herself—”

A muffled squeal followed by a long moan floated through the ceiling. Swirltop’s ears twitched, but he stared at the floor and pretended not to hear anything.

Night Light shrugged. “Well, I’m sure they’ll be done soon. There’s still a lesson today, and if I know my Twilight she’ll level the house before she lets a lesson start late.” That got a chuckle, at least. “How was your week? Did you and Candy Crush practice combing her mane?”

Swirltop shook his head. “A couple times. She’s been sleeping over at her friend’s house a bunch recently. It’s okay, though. Combing a mane isn’t hard. You don’t really need much practice.”

Night Light was pretty sure the point wasn’t to practice combing his daughter’s mane, but rather to practice spending time with her.

The Beards and Braids course was nothing to be ashamed of for a father like Night Light. Raising a son was easy, but raising a daughter was like taking responsibility of some alien creature and risking failure at every step of the way. It would be too easy—and far too predictable—for a father to simply give up and focus on his son.

And he wasn’t about to, but it was still a course about maintaining and styling a filly’s mane. He had a hard time imagining anypony other than a mare in this role. He hadn’t told any of his friends or colleagues. It was reassuring that at least one other dad had returned for a second session.

He turned to Swirltop and asked The Question: “So, uh—why did you sign up for the course? I mean, if you don’t need much practice . . . ”

Swirltop glanced at him, then tapped his hooves together. “Well. My wife has her coworkers over on the weekends, and I’ve been finding things to do around town when she kicks me out. I already know how to style a pony’s mane. But Candy Crush’s been getting bullied at school, so I thought I’d find something both of us could do together.”

“That’s good. Uh, spending time together, not the bullying thing.”

“Heh, thanks. What about you?”

Night Light and Swirltop chatted about the various challenges and rewards of raising a daughter while they waited for the other participants and pretended not to hear the various noises coming from upstairs. Mesquite and his twin daughters Cherry and Maple, an Earth Pony family, arrived next, while Jazz and his daughter French Press, both Unicorns, showed up a few minutes later. A Pegasus stallion named Blizzard and his Unicorn daughter Static Cling arrived last, just before the hour.

“Night Light,” Jazz said with a nod, sitting beside Night Light opposite Swirltop. He glanced at the ceiling, where it sounded like Free Range and Candy Crush were busy knocking pictures from the wall. “How long have they been at it?”

“Since before I got here,” Night Light muttered. “I’m not sure—”

There was a loud crash upstairs, followed quickly by laughter. Every pair of eyes in the room swiveled up, trying to peer through the ceiling.

After a few seconds, hoofsteps started stomping down the stairs. Candy Crush stumbled into the den. The poor filly was a mess: her face was dripping with sweat and cum, her mane was disheveled, and her balance was all off. But she had a healthy glow and a silly grin, too. She tottered over and sat between Night Light and her dad, offering very good view of a gooey creampie leaking down her thighs.

Her dad asked, “Candy Crush, dear? Did Free Range help you out?”

She blinked and looked at him. “Huh? Oh. Yeah. Sure did, dad.” She slid closer and leaned on his shoulder with a pleasant sigh.

“Ah! Your mane!” he exclaimed, holding up a tangled tuft. “I just combed it!”

“Oh. Sorry. Can you comb it again?”

The other dads carefully avoided looking at them.

“I don’t like her,” Star Child whispered, sitting beside Twilight.

Twilight shook her head. “Me neither. I don’t think she does her homework.”

Star Child giggled.

Finally Free Range wandered downstairs. He looked as calm, balanced, and relaxed as he had the previous week—like he’d spent the past hour meditating instead of using the daughter of one of his students as a cum rag.

“Oh, hey, guys. Everyone’s here. I guess it’s, like, time to get started?”

“Sir? Mr. Free Range?” Twilight asked, holding her hoof in the air. “Aren’t you going to check whether we practiced combing our manes?”

Free Range shook his head. “No need, little lady. I can already see your mane is perfect.”

Twilight sighed, melting into a puddle of satisfaction and happiness.

“In fact, it looks like everypony here has done their homework. Like, good job everypony. That means we can move onto something more challenging: braids.”

Free Range gave a small bag to Star Child.

“The only tool you need to braid a pony’s mane is a hair elastic. This keeps the braid from unwinding. And, like, don’t use regular elastics. They can stick to hairs or get tangled up in the strands and break them. Hair elastics are super cheap so there’s no excuse. I’ve also got some small mirrors if you want to borrow them. A filly should know what her mane looks like before she walks outside.”

As Star Child started handing out elastics and plastic mirrors, Free Range pulled his bean bag chair into the middle of the den and spun it to face away from everypony. “It’s easy once you get the hang of it, but everypony screws up their first few braids. The secret is to get into a flow. Just, like, let the universe guide your hooves and before you know it her mane will be one long, beautiful braid.”

Free Range sat back, facing away from the group, as Star stepped back up beside her dad.

“You’ll need to be comfortable,” he said, looking over his shoulder. “Just like last time, you should get a nice seat that supports your lower back. But to braid her mane, you need to reach the back of her head and down her neck. So the best place for her to sit is in your lap. Star, are you ready?”

Star Child nodded and stepped in front of Free Range, facing away. She flicked her tail to the side and presented her backside for the whole class to see. She may have been an Antelope filly, but her rump was as inviting as any other: tight, smooth, and flushed. Night Light imagined her tiny pussy spent more time filled to squirting with cum than not.

Free Range reached up and stroked her inner thigh, then started groping her pussy. Night Light found himself leaning forward, focused intently on the demonstration.

“If she’s nervous,” Free Range said after a few moments, over the soft breathing of his daughter, “or if she hasn’t really woken up yet, you can help warm her up.”

Placing his hoof atop her rump and holding her in place, he leaned forward and pressed his muzzle between her thighs. Star Child squeaked but held still as her dad started licking her pussy. Her hips wiggled and shifted, and she arched her back, giving him a better angle. Her tail started flicking him in the face, but he didn’t seem to care.

From Night Light’s seat a little to the side, he could just see Free Range’s cock poking up, almost long enough to prod her in the abdomen. What a monster. If he wasn’t sure the two had done this countless times before, he’d be worried for her.

Free Range licked a slow wet line up her pussy and poked his tongue in her asshole, then said to the class, casually, “It’s important to make sure she’s warmed up and ready. Otherwise she will have a hard time getting comfortable, and she won’t be able to tell you if you’re pulling too tight or if the braids are balanced.”

Night Light doubted he would need to eat out his daughter to make her braids look good, but he wasn’t about to question the professional.

“Star, are you warmed up? Ready for the next bit?”

“Maybe—maybe a little more?” she whispered.

“Sure, dear. You say when.”

Star Child took her time saying when, and when she did it sounded more like a panicked stop. He left a soft kiss on her ass then slumped back, licking his lips. Her pussy was flushed and shiny with saliva.

“Once she’s ready, she can sit in your lap. Make sure she’s doing the sitting. Don’t grab her hips unless she asks.”

With the class watching, Star Child backed up until she had pressed her cute little bottom against his chest, then slid herself down, squatting over his lap. After a few moments of twisting and shifting, she squeaked and slumped back in his lap, all the way down.

Free Range sighed, and kissed the back of her neck. “Good girl,” he whispered in her ear. “I know it’s weird with all these ponies watching. I’m proud of you. Are you comfortable? Can I start?”

It was a few moments before Star Child could answer. Free Range probably wasn’t helping any by grinding his hips against her. Eventually she gulped and nodded with a whimper. “Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl.”

He reached a hoof up to her mouth. Night Light heard her lick and slurp and slobber on his hoof. Then Free Range slid it down her front. Night Light couldn’t quite see what he did, but she started whimpering and jerking on his lap. “I’ll be talking to the class, but you let me know if you need a break, or if you’re uncomfortable, okay?”

“Ye—YES!”

He pulled her mane to the side and kissed her neck, then spoke up for the rest of the class.

“How you two get comfortable is up to you.” He gripped her hips with his forehooves and started grinding her rump into his crotch. “But it’s better to stay close while you braid her mane. The deeper the connection, the easier it’ll be. This way—” he grunted, “—you can really feel her mane. Speaking of which, can everypony see her mane alright?”

Night Light nodded dumbly. Her mane was about the only thing they could see—Night Light kept craning his neck, trying to see the rest of her. Luckily, at least one of the other fathers spoke up and said so, since Free Range probably couldn’t hear any of them nodding.

“Braids are simple. It’s the same motion over and over. First, gather as much of her mane as you can easily hold, and split it into three equal parts. Hold the left section in your teeth and pull it over the middle section, so the middle turns into the left. Then bite the right section and do the same. Watch.”

He moved in a quick, comfortable motion that Night Light couldn’t quite follow, tossing his head back and forth and conjuring the first row of a checkerboard pattern out of thin air. How Free Range managed to move all her hair in such a way without teekay was a mystery. Years of practice, presumably—or some strange Antelope hair braiding magic that nopony had ever seen before.

Free Range spat out a few hairs and continued. “Then do it again. Middle under left, then middle under right. Over and over until her braid is as long as she wants it to be. Pull it tight each time, or it’ll fall apart. And if you mess up, you can carefully pull it apart again, from the bottom.”

He bit her mane and pulled. Star Child squealed, rocking in place, and tried not to squirm as his hooves moved back and forth in a well-choreographed dance, somehow crossing over and under themselves without knocking against one another. Whenever Night Light blinked another few weaves would magically appear.

But Star Child had almost as much hair as her dad, and Free Range had many weaves to tighten. The filly managed to sit still at the start, but soon she was squirming and wiggling in place. Every few weaves Free Range had to let go and hold her hips so she could settle, but he was probably making it harder to sit still by actively thrusting each time. Soon Night Light couldn’t tell whose hips were moving more.

Night Light glanced at the rest of the dads. Every single one was sporting a large, throbbing erection; Jazz and Mesquite were absently groping their daughters as they watched the obscene demonstration. Twilight was leaned up against his side, her face only a few centimeters from his cock.

Free Range was about halfway down when he paused. “Hmm. It’s usually about now when she gets restless . . . ” He gave a little tug of her mane.

“Ah. Ah! Daddy!”

“Easy, Star. Relax,” he cooed, in between bites of her mane.

“Mmm. Mmm!” she whimpered, spreading her legs and reaching a hoof to grab his. “I’m gonna—Mmm! Daddy!”

He kissed the back of her neck and murmured, “Come on, dear. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’m gonna come!” she squeaked.

“Heh, you and me both, dear,” Free Range laughed, stroking her shoulder.

“Daddy!”

“Easy, dear,” he soothed, reaching to hold her hips still. “Dudes, if your daughter gets restless, that’s okay, but if she’s gonna undo her own braids, just gently grab her hips and slow her down—”

“No . . . ” she whined, pushing and twisting and trying to overpower his grip.

“Let her ride it out if she needs to. It’s really intense for a filly, so just let her body tell you how she’s feeling. And make sure to check in often. Communication between you and your filly is crucial when you’re braiding her mane. If she needs a break, stop and just give her a hug. Soon, once you get into a rhythm, she won’t want you to stop. And then, my dudes, you’ll be the one who’s in for a ride.”

Star Child moaned.

“Heh, okay, okay. Sorry.” He pulled his hooves back and resumed braiding her mane, letting her bounce on his lap with abandon. Her squeaks mixed with squelches and slaps of flesh on flesh. It didn’t take long.

“Daddy. Daddy! I’m gonna—I’m—”

Free Range reached down between her legs with one hoof, held her around her shoulders with the other, and yanked her mane back with his teeth.

The young filly cried out, struggling against his grip, and came so hard she nearly knocked Free Range back. Night Light watched in stunned silence as she jerked and twisted and moaned, while her dad rubbed and groped and thrusted, never once letting go of her mane. If it wasn’t for Free Range holding her down, her neck would’ve bent all the way back.

Star Child slumped back against him, gasping and panting. Free Range finally released her mane and pulled his hooves back. A bead of sweat rolled down her neck, which Free Range quickly kissed away.

“How was that?” Free Range asked her.

Star Child giggled and hiccupped. “Good. A good one.” She hunched forward and looked down between her legs. “Daddy . . . you came so much.”

“You too, Star.”

Free Range gave her a gentle hug and leaned back, showing off his work. Her braids were finished, each truss perfectly symmetrical and bouncing with shape and texture. Night Light was beginning to suspect Free Range really did possess some sort of mane-focused magic.

“Done. I’ve already got an elastic on my hoof. Hold the braid with the same hoof, and use the other hoof to pull the elastic around the braid. Give it a few twists. Easy. Any questions?”

Eventually Blizzard raised a sheepish hoof. “Does she always come when you braid her mane?”

Free Range shrugged. “Only if I’m doing it right. But, like, dudes—every filly is different. Don’t feel bad if your little lady doesn’t come.” He stroked Star Child’s cheek. “My little Star Child and I have been braiding each other’s manes for years now, so we’ve got a lot of practice.”

Static Cling raised her hoof. “My aunt used to braid my mane and it was never . . . like that.”

“Maybe she wasn’t going it right.”

Jazz asked, “Can you show us again?”

“Like, sure, dudes.” Free Range flicked his hoof across Star Child’s hair elastic. Her mane unbraided itself a silent explosion of highlights and color. He asked Star Child, “Can I go again, or do you need a break?”

“Sure, daddy,” Star Child drawled like a drunk, leaning her head back to nuzzle his cheek. “You can braid my mane anytime you want . . . ”

“Good girl.” He looked over his shoulder. “Alright. It is practice time, my dudes. Feel free to ask for help.” He kissed Star Child’s neck and the two started murmuring quietly.

Night Light sat back and took a deep breath. His heart was racing. A quick glance showed Twilight looked similarly anxious. “Nervous?” he asked.

Twilight squeaked. “Oh! Don’t startle me!” she exclaimed, glaring at him.

He chuckled. “Are you ready to start?”

Twilight’s glare faded. She looked away, down at the floor, and tapped her hooves. “Is it . . . is it gonna hurt?”

Night Light rubbed his chin, thinking back to their instructions. “No, it shouldn’t. He said I’ll only need to pull your hair a little to make sure it’s tight. You can tell me if I pull too hard, right?”

“No, um . . . I mean—” She pointed at his crotch.

“Oh. Well . . . ”

He’d been wondering the same thing. Over the past week, they’d grown increasingly familiar with each other’s body. In the mornings he’d wake up to her grinding herself on his legs, horny and desperate to get herself off; in the evenings while he and his wife tucked her into bed he would fuck her mouth and hump her buttocks and suck her horn, since combing her mane didn’t take that long anymore. She was learning the feel and weight of his cock on her tongue and the taste of his crackling, teekay-infused semen in her mouth. Almost as if she were eager to make up for lost time, she’d asked him to come on her face as well, just to see what it was like—declaring afterwards that she wouldn’t mind it now and then but also didn’t really get the point of making such a mess when she could just swallow it, especially if he was going to come on her chest and crotch, too. She’d let him eat her out and even rim her asshole—she really got the point of that—and he was discovering just how long he could tease her with his tongue and hooves before making her really mad. They knew how to make each other smile and laugh, how to make each other grunt and snort like animals, and how to make each other come, and if that was all they ever did, Night Light would be content.

But while she was an eager learner, Twilight didn’t like change, and their relationship was changing rapidly. This new dynamic was intense. She couldn’t talk about it with any of her schoolfriends, so she had no one to soothe or reassure her. And he remembered vividly the moment when, by accident, while grinding on her thigh, Night Light’s cock had flopped atop Twilight’s stomach, shocking her with just how their parts were supposed to fit together and quite thoroughly killing the mood. By the way she was now looking at his cock, he was sure she remembered it too.

“How about this,” he said slowly. “Why don’t you sit in my lap instead?” He leaned close and whispered, “I’m not sure about that deeper connection mumbo-jumbo anyways.”

Twilight smiled. “Me neither.” She gave another wary glance at his dick, then spun in place and sat back between his knees.

He reached for her hips to lift her into place.

“Dad! Wait. You can’t just skip the steps! First—here, gimme that.”

Twilight grabbed his hoof and pulled it in front of her face. He felt her breath on his hoof, then a hot wetness slithering around the tip. Twilight kissed his hoof, then opened her lips and started licking him, coating his hoof with drool.

“And next, you—you rub me,” she whispered, slurping all over his hoof.

“Twilight—”

“He said to, dad.”

“I think Free Range just likes groping his daughter. That’s definitely not part of braiding your mane—”

“Urgh, Dad, just rub my vagina already!” she exclaimed, then gasped and covered her mouth in shock.

Everypony was looking at her.

“Um . . . oops?”

Night Light laughed. “Yes, my Princess. As you command.”

He touched his hoof to her lips for one last kiss, then slid his slippery hoof down her front. He pressed gently against her neck, tickled her sternum, poked her navel, then rubbed at her groin. Twilight squeaked and arched her back, thrusting her hips upwards to try and move her slit under his hoof. Night Light moved his wandering hoof down to her thigh, squeezing and massaging the muscle there, then back to her stomach, lightly tickling her.

“Stop teasing me.”

“You’re really bossy today, you know,” he muttered, nuzzling her neck.

“Shut up.”

He brought his hoof up to her mouth for another slobber, then pressed the tip of his hoof against her slit. Twilight gasped and slumped, leaning back against his cock and spreading her legs until her thighs pressed up inside his. Her back molded against his stomach, squeezing his cock between them both. If he came now, he’d probably glue them stuck.

Night Light leaned over her shoulder, holding her still with a foreleg across her chest. He poked the edge of his hoof between her lips, earning another gasp. Her pussy was so warm—her entire bottom was a furnace between his thighs—and just starting to slicken with moisture.

Twilight squirmed in his hold, trying to hump his hoof and consequently sliding her butt cleavage up and down his cock. If he wasn’t careful he was going to come all over her and, though they might not have been ready to actually fuck, he didn’t want to pull a Swirltop and come too early.

Night Light withdrew his hoof, ignoring her mewling protest, and made her lick his hoof clean.

“Do you think it’s safe to braid your mane yet, my Princess?”

“Urgh. I guess. Just be careful.” She wiggled in place, rubbing her butt against his cock. “And if you feel the need to, um, warm me up again—I’ll try not to complain too much.”

“You’re so brave, my Princess.”

“Hmph.” Twilight put her weight on her forehooves and lifted herself up, briefly flashing him as she squatted backwards. Her rump bumped up against his chest, then slowly slid down his front, leaving a trail of her juices from his sternum to his navel.

Twilight settled on his lap, with his cock jutting out between her thighs, and squeezed him in place. He couldn’t resist thrusting his cock between her thighs—he made a note to try and fuck her thighs sometime. “There. Try it like that.” She leaned forward, giving him easier access to her mane while coincidentally pressing his cock against her pussy and smearing precum on her stomach. It had been a long time since he’d had his little girl in his lap, and never before had it felt so intimate. His little girl was growing up.

While Twilight drooled on his cock and started squeezing him with her tight, soft thighs, Night Light collected her mane in his hooves and tried to separate it into equal parts. He could see the technique in his mind, could imagine the basic movements, even if he didn’t have the details ready. It really wasn’t as hard as he thought.

He glanced over. The other dads were busy braiding already.

“Alright. Let’s start.”

Two seats over, Mesquite was trying to stop an argument everypony else could see approaching.

“Maple? Cherry? Are you two going to play nicely today?” he asked.

“I will. Maple was the one who kept arguing last time!”

“Whatever. You just want him to spend more time with you. Brown-noser.”

“Meanie!”

“Enough!” Mesquite exhaled, rubbing his forehead. “Okay. Here’s what we’ll do. Cherry, would you rather braid Maple’s mane, or have her braid yours?” he asked, holding up a hoof to forestall Maple’s protest.

Cherry clearly hadn’t been expecting that. “Um . . . ” She glanced side-on at her sister and pursed her lips. “I guess I’d like to braid her mane. I’m not sure she knows how.”

“Hey!”

“Alright. Cherry, you can sit in my lap, and Maple—you sit in Cherry’s lap. We can switch halfway through if you want.”

“Sit in my lap?”

“Sit in her lap?”

The girls glanced at each other then looked away.

“Urgh, fine.”

“Whatever. Cherry’s mane is grimy and ratty anyways.”

Cherry smacked her.

Mesquite slumped back in his chair, spreading his legs until his hoof was almost touching Jazz’s. His cock stood proud between his thighs, arching forward and up.

“Go ahead, Cherry.”

Cherry gave him a sickly sweet smile and started maneuvering into his lap. With the casual control and steady motions of somepony who’d practiced this many times she notched the tip of his cock in place and humped herself down until almost the entirety was stuffed inside her.

Mesquite grabbed her hips as soon as she smacked her butt on his groin and held her still. “No, dear. Share with your sister. Remember?”

“But—”

“Cherry, share.”

“Urgh. You waited until I was seated before telling me?” she grumbled. Cherry lifted herself back up, wincing as his flared cock head stretched her lips wide. His cock wobbled below her, slick and shiny with precum and her pussy juice. After some unnecessary wiggling she settled back against his stomach, letting his cock poke up between her thighs. She squirmed and shifted, rubbing her cunt against his cock and squeezing it tight.

“Your turn, Maple,” Cherry said, sticking her tongue out.

Maple stared at the cock poking up from Cherry’s groin. It didn’t take much to imagine it was Cherry’s. “Uh . . . my mane’s a little tangled,” Maple muttered. “Is it okay if Cherry combs my mane first?”

Cherry rolled her eyes. “Your mane’s fine. Quit lying.”

Maple looked her in the eye, smirked, then ran her hoof through her mane, waving and messing it up.

“Maple!” Cherry exclaimed.

“Cherry, comb your sister’s mane. It won’t take long.”

“But daaaad—”

“Thanks, dad,” Maple said, beaming. She crouched in front of Cherry, gripped her knees, and spread them wide, showing off Mesquite’s dick nestled snug between Cherry’s pussy lips.

“Maple!” Cherry squealed in surprise, waving her hooves in the way.

Maple ignored her and pulled herself forward until she was face-to-cock with her rump in the air, flashing Night Light and the other dads. Breathing on Mesquite’s cock—and on Cherry’s pussy as well—she teased, “Go ahead, sis. And do a good job.”

“Urgh.”

Maple pulled her mane out of the way then dipped her head to lick up the underside of his cock, all the way from his balls to his cockhead. If her tongue slipped and licked Cherry’s pussy instead, it was probably by accident. After a few more licks to cover everything and everypony in saliva, she wrapped her lips around his cock and slid her mouth down its length.

Cherry exhaled with a whoosh, nearly dropping her comb. Maple’s snout was shoved up against her pussy, and it looked like Maple was sucking her cock, not her dad’s. Maple started bobbing her head, slurping noisily and rubbing her nose up and down Cherry’s slit.

“Ah, fuck. Maple!” she hissed, gripping Maple’s head and holding her in place. “Right there!”

“Watch your language, Cherry,” her dad scolded, distracted and ignorant of her suffering. “And hurry up. We don’t have all day.”

“S—sorry, dad,” Cherry muttered. Every exhale from Maple was an intense blast of air right on her pussy, and each movement dragged her wet nose up and down Cherry’s slit.

“Are—are you comfortable, Maple? Can I start?”

Maple flicked her eyes up, looking at Cherry. She was blushing, her eyes dazed and wide—but when they made eye contact she smiled and pulled her head all the way up. Sparkling with impish delight, she opened her lips and drooled a mouthful of saliva and precum all over Mesquite’s cock and Cherry’s pussy.

“Okay then!” Cherry squeaked, pinned from behind by her dad’s stomach and from in front by her little sister’s snout. “Here I go.” With a shaky hoof, Cherry reached for her sister’s mane and started combing it, stuck with a front row seat to her very first blowjob.

Swirltop quickly finished braiding his daughter’s mane, then quickly finished inside his daughter.

“Really, dad?”

“Sorry, dear,” he grunted, fucking the last of his orgasm deep inside his disappointed daughter. “You’re just so wonderful . . . ”

“Uh huh,” she grumbled, scowling in disgust at the river of cum draining from her cunt and pooling between their legs. “Thanks. Let me guess—nap time?”

“No, just let me close my eyes for a few minutes. Your daddy’s not a young stallion anymore.” He yawned and smacked his lips. “Oh, wow. Braiding a mane is exhausting.”

He leaned back into his bean bag chair and sighed, looking ready for a nice afternoon nap.

Night Light looked closer. Swirltop had already finished braiding her mane, and it was a pretty well-done job, too. Maybe he really didn’t need the practice.

Looking around helplessly, Candy Crush carefully lifted herself off of his cock, crawled off his lap, and sat beside him with a splat.

“Fiddles.”

Night Light (and almost everypony else in the room) watched Jazz and his daughter French Press warm each other up. The young filly was curled on her side with one leg in the air, exposing herself to everyone in the room. She’d twisted around so she could suck his cock while letting him rub and grope and molest her crotch.

Her flicking tail caught his eye. He slid his hoof down her rump and yanked.

That was the wrong move, apparently.

She yelped and slurped her mouth from his cock. “Jazz! Be careful. Mom spent forever styling my tail today.”

Her tail was elegantly braided already, with loops and swirls decorating the length of it.

“Yes, dear,” he sighed. Jazz released her tail and placed his hoof on the top of her head, pressing her lips against his dick. “C’mon, keep going—”

“Urgh. Can we just go already? I don’t need warming up.”

“Fine, dear. Get comfortable.”

Jazz watched with greedy eyes as his daughter climbed into his lap and spun in place, presenting her backside. Squatting over his cock, with his hooves holding her hips for balance, she ignited her horn and held him still, poking the tip between her legs.

“Wow, you’re . . . you’re really hard, today,” she teased, letting just the tip of his cock press inside her pussy. “Must be all the other filles, huh? I should be jealous, you know—”

Jazz grunted and pulled her rump down onto his lap, impaling her with a squelch.

She squealed and clenched her hooves. “Oh, fu-hu-huck . . .” she whined, arching her back and wiggling her hips, bouncing and using gravity to help pull her down, bit by bit. “So big!”

Jazz kept his grip firm, rolling his hips until her ass was pressed tight against his crotch, then slumped back in his chair, making happy Jazz noises.

“Jazz!” she exclaimed, twisting around and whacking him. “You’re too rough! I’m supposed to be in charge,” she huffed. “And be careful with my tail!”

“Yes, dear. Are you ready? Or do you want me to keep warming you up first?” he asked hopefully.

French Press scowled and sat forward, exposing her mane and tail, and spread her legs wide, ostensibly for balance but probably just to show off how deep she could take his cock. Even though she was stuffed to the brim with paternal cock, with her cunt stretched wide around the base of his shaft and his balls nestled right below her, she still managed to look ready for a photo shoot: a practiced mixture of young virgin and unimpressed whore. She tossed her mane and clicked her tongue, absently shifting her weight on his cock. “No, that’s fine. You can start braiding. And make sure it matches!”

Night Light pulled Twilight’s mane tight with his teeth, trying to ignore the squeak following each tug. Then, grabbing her braids with a hoof, he pulled an elastic around the end and looped it around a couple times.

“There!” He sat back and sighed. A perfectly functional braid. Sure, it was a little uneven—his wife might even use the term sloppy. But there was no doubting that her mane was braided. “Take a look,” he said, handing her a pair of mirrors.

Twilight’s teekay was dexterous, to say the least. She held one of the mirrors at eye level and the other behind her head, only knocking her dad in the face once. She moved the mirrors around, appraising his work from all angles.

“So?”

“You have a double twist here—” she tugged a section with her teekay “—and another here. And it looks like you’ve split the left section into two and joined one half with the middle—right here—so it’s very unbalanced. And—”

She paused, tilting her front mirror upwards until they made eye contact. “Um, I like it!” she lied with a fake smile.

Night Light cocked an eyebrow and stared right back.

Twilight wilted almost immediately. “Okay. I don’t like it. Sorry.”

He nodded. “I’d rather you gave honest criticism instead of insincere compliments, Twilight.”

“It’s not that bad!” she backpedaled. “You did really well for your first time.”

Night Light leaned close and whispered in her ear, “Don’t tell mom I said this—but I remember how bad her first braids were, when your mane was only this long.” He reached around her like a hug and held his hooves apart. “She would get so upset. It took her forever to figure out.”

Twilight settled in his grasp, rubbing her back against his chest. “Really?”

“Yep. Hooves are clumsy and not everypony has fine teekay control like you do. She needed practice too. Eventually we’ll get it right. Together.”

Twilight was silent for a few moments. “Maybe Free Range was right,” she mumbled.

He tilted his head. “Hmm?”

She tapped her hooves together. “About the . . . deeper connection part. Remember?”

Oh, he remembered, alright. “Are you sure?” he asked, squeezing her in an actual hug.

She nodded, holding his forelegs. “Everypony else is doing it, and—um—”

“That’s no reason to push yourself.”

“I want to,” she insisted, twisting around to look at him.

Night Light decided that was only a half-lie, so he didn’t press the issue. The determination on her face was clear. And he wanted to, as well. Just twisting around and gripping his cock between her thighs was spicy. But he could see the hesitation, the forced bravado. She was being a brave filly, eager to show off and be as good as the others, but she didn’t really believe she was ready. If he just fucked her, right now . . .

He thought back to Free Range’s instructions. “Actually, maybe we forgot a step, too.”

“What? Which step?” Twilight asked.

He smiled. “Stand up for me, okay?”

Twilight leaned forward and lifted herself off of his lap, putting her weight to the front and standing on all fours. Her tail flicked him in the face, washing her heady scent everywhere. Her pussy was already warm and slick. She wouldn’t need much warming up.

“What are you—Eep!” she squeaked.

Night Light held her hips firm as he licked her pussy. It wasn’t his first time eating her out, but the experience was still novel enough for both of them that it might as well have been. She tasted hot and wet and dirty, like his wife, and made the same noises too—just tinier. Her pussy was tight enough that he had to work to shove his tongue inside her. He ducked his head and chased little beads of moisture dripping down her thighs, then buried his nose under her dock and started licking her asshole.

“Enough. When. When!” she exclaimed, squirming.

He pulled back and kissed her ass. “Are you sure?”

“Yes! Yes. That’s—wow,” she panted. “I’m—” she smacked her lips. “I’m very warmed up, thank you. We can proceed.”

“Hmm.” He reached between her legs and rubbed at her pussy. “If you’re still insisting on treating this like an assignment, then I don’t think you’re ready yet.”

“Dad,” she whined, bending her knees and pressing her cunt against his hoof.

“Maybe we should wait until next time—”

“Urgh, Dad, just fuck me already!” she exclaimed, then gasped and covered her mouth in shock.

Everypony was watching her.

Night Light chuckled. “You’re really bossy today, you know.”

“Shut up.” She paused, then whispered, “Can you help me?”

“Of course, my Princess. Anything for you.” He kissed her pussy, tasting her again. Making Twilight squirm and whimper was deliciously fun. Why had he made them wait so long? “But relax. It’s not nearly as difficult as you’d think. Ponies have been doing this for a very long time.”

“Well, I haven’t.”

“I should hope not. This is a daddy’s job.” He held her hips and slowly pushed her into a squat over his cock. “Ready?”

She nodded quickly, her twisted, unbalanced, patchworked braids bouncing over her shoulder. “Ready.”

“I love you, Twilight.”

“I love you too.”

Night Light lowered her until she was stuck with his cock notched at her entrance, and let gravity pull her the rest of the way. She grunted and sank down his cock, bit by bit, stretching and pulling at his shaft. When she couldn’t sink any further he grabbed her shoulders and pressed down. She squealed and stretched her forelegs, reaching and grasping at nothing. She didn’t even notice she’d bottomed out for a few moments.

“Twilight?” Night Light asked, rubbing her mane.

Twilight exhaled. “That . . . that wasn’t so hard,” she said, leaning forward with her weight on her forelegs.

He disagreed. Her pussy was wonderful—warm, wet, and snug. They fit together perfectly, like she was designed to sous-vide his cock and his cock only. The urge to grab her hips, push her onto her front, and tenderly love her tiny cunt over and over until he flooded her womb with thick, crackling, grandfoal batter was surprisingly strong. Free Range had made it look so easy. Night Light had to braid her mane like this?

He looked at the other fathers.

Blizzard had given up trying to braid his daughter’s mane and was simply humping her up and down on his lap. Jazz was hoofing French Press and licking her neck while she lazily read a magazine one of them had brought, a bored expression on her face. Mesquite was laser focused on the mane in front of him, trying to ignore the two girls grinding against his cock and molesting each other. And Swirltop was dozing happily—poor bastard. Nopony else had it easy. It was honestly quite reassuring to see that Night Light wasn’t alone—but no one would be helping him.

“Dad,” she urged, looking over her shoulder at him. He could feel even that slight twist around his cock. “Hurry up! We’re so far behind the others.”

“No, we’re really not.”

“Dad!”

“Are you . . . are you comfortable? Can I start?”

“Yes!” she scowled, wiggling her hips and stirring up her insides with his cock. “Go already! There’s no time!”

On the other side of the room, Cherry was supposed to be braiding her sister’s mane, but it looked to Night Light like Cherry had left it abandoned and was intent on finishing her sister instead.

“You feel really tense, sis. Let’s warm you up a little.”

Cherry held Maple tight. One hoof slid upwards, squeezing her neck gently and then stroking her cheek, while the other slid downwards, rubbing her belly and then her groin.

“Uh oh,” Maple grunted, struggling.

“Shh,” Cherry cooed, leaning forward to kiss Maple’s neck. “I hope we do this more often. I like seeing you so vulnerable.”

“Uh oh.”

“Cherry,” her dad warned. How he was managing to stay focused with his cock surrounded by filly was beyond Night Light. “Quit messing around. You’re going to pull your own braids apart.”

“I’m just going through the steps Free Range taught us,” she explained, pausing to lick the curve between Maple’s neck and shoulder. “Remember?”

“Don’t take too long.”

“Of course not, dad!”

“Brown noser,” Maple muttered.

“Sorry, I didn’t hear you,” Cherry sang, shoving her hoof in Maple’s mouth. Maple struggled and winced, twisting her mouth out of the way. But once she figured out that Cherry would only rub her pussy when she licked Cherry’s hoof she gave in and started slurping and drooling all over it. She couldn’t wrap her lips around it, like she could her dad’s cock, but that didn’t stop her from trying, so long as Cherry kept molesting her pussy at the same time. Maple leaned back, squeezing their dad’s cock between her ass and Cherry’s lips while giving Cherry more access to her body.

The three worked together like that for a few minutes: Mesquite, trying his hardest to braid his daughter and not get distracted by the butt and pussy gripping his cock; Cherry, pretending to braid Maple’s mane but really just biting her neck and molesting her body; and Maple, not really doing anything but spreading her legs for Cherry’s wandering hoof. Maple had no problem exposing her nubile body with all its curves and creases for the others to see, had no shame fellating her older-by-four-minutes sister’s hoof in front of everypony else. If it weren’t for Cherry sitting in the way, she’d probably be turned around and riding her dad’s cock with wanton abandon.

Night Light could only see Cherry in profile, but it looked like she had also given up on the lesson in favor of molesting her sister and teasing her dad. Only Mesquite’s grip on her mane held her back.

Mesquite spat out a lock of Cherry’s mane. “Girls—” he warned, grabbing Cherry’s hips to hold her still. “Settle down. I mean it.”

“Yeah, Maple, stop squirming.”

“Mmm—” Maple groaned.

“Mmph,” Mesquite grunted. “You’re gonna make me come!”

Maple twisted her head, pulling Cherry’s hoof from her mouth. “Yeah, Cherry. You’re gonna make him come,” she teased, arching her back and grinding her ass against Mesquite’s cock.

Cherry scoffed. “You’re the one who can’t sit still. How am I supposed to braid your mane?” she asked, tugging at Maple’s braids.

Maple cried out, tossing her head back and jerking in place.

“I said hold still!” Mesquite exclaimed. With a growl, he grabbed Cherry’s unfinished braids in his hoof and yanked her back. Thick pearly Earth Pony cum fountained up between Maple and Cherry, splashing under Cherry’s chin and all over Maple’s half-finished braids and across Cherry’s stomach and even in the small of Maple’s back.

Cherry jerked in surprise, knocking her head back against Mesquite’s jaw.

The three of them fell back in a messy pile of sweaty limbs, unfinished braids, and cum-streaked coats. A few weak squirts of cum slapped Mesquite in the chin.

Blizzard and Static Cling were sitting beside them. Blizzard let go of his daughter’s mane and reached out to poke Mesquite’s shoulder. “Are you guys okay?”

Mesquite groaned. “Yeah. I think I bit my tongue,” he said, climbing to all fours. “Yep. Definitely bit my tongue.”

Cherry shoved Maple out of the way and stared in shock at the lines of cum streaked across her body. “Whoa.”

Maple groaned and rolled over. “Whoa.”

They stared at the mess, then warily looked at the shadow looming over them.

“Girls! What did I tell you about behaving?”

“But dad—”

“No but dad. I’ve had enough. You can’t even play nicely for a whole hour. We’re going home.”

“But daaaad—” they whined in chorus.

“No arguing—”

“But we just started.”

“Yeah, you never let us stay!”

“Either we go home or I spank you both here, right now.”

Cherry and Maple looked at each other.

“That’s . . . fine . . . ” Cherry said slowly.

“Yeah, I don’t care,” Maple agreed.

Mesquite deflated. “Uh—”

“Can I spank Cherry? In front of everypony?”

“Hey!”

“Ah, crap,” Jazz muttered, glaring at the unhelpful mane in front of his face. “Sorry, dear. I think I have to start again.”

At least Night Light wasn’t the only father finding this difficult.

“Urgh. Again? How hard can it be, Jazz?” French scowled, casually rolling her hips.

Jazz went to untie her mane, but hesitated at the last minute. “Hey, Free Range? Uh, can you help? I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.”

“Oh, hey, man. Yeah. Just, like gimme a moment.”

Free Range leaned forward and murmured in Star Child’s ear for a few moments. When she nodded he kissed her mane then helped her pull herself up and out of his lap, revealing a swollen, sticky, cum-filled pussy. She wobbled onto all fours and stepped out of the way so Free Range could help the others.

“Little lady, do you mind if I check your dad’s braids?”

French flicked her eyes from her magazine up to Free Range, then down to his cock hanging below his stomach. “Be my guest.” She set down her magazine and shifted in Jazz’s lap to turn and present the back of her head for his inspection.

Free Range put a hoof on her head and turned her to face forward again. “No need to twist yourself into a knot, little lady. I can see just fine.”

He placed his forehooves on her shoulders for balance and lifted himself up onto his hindlegs, stepping close. His cock swung forwards and booped her on the nose, then pressed against her cheek and slid to the side.

French Press stared wide-eyed at this monster intruding in her personal space and smearing the leftovers of a previous orgasm on her cheek—Free Range’s cock never really stopped leaking, apparently. Night Light winced, leaning away: he knew how loudly French Press could holler when she put her lungs to the challenge. But after a few moments she simply reached for his cock, brought it to her lips, and started kissing it. This was a young starlet who clearly knew how to get ahead by letting photographers, producers, clothing designers, and even her fans fuck her like a whore.

“Free Range?” Jazz prompted.

“Hold on, my dude,” he said.

After a licking his cock and kissing it again French Press opened wide, letting him shove his dick down her throat.

“Ahh . . . ” Free Range sighed, then looked down at the mane in front of his waist. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“It keeps curving to the side,” Jazz complained, holding up her mane.

“Hmm.” Free Range started lazily thrusting his hips back and forth, displaying an impressive range of motion. Night Light could actually see the bulge slide down and up French’s neck; each time he’d pull almost all the way out before shoving his groin up against her nose. Her eyes bugged out—even she was surprised with his length—but she gulped and swallowed and tried to breathe only when he pulled back.

“Undo a few rows and show me,” Free Range said, thrusting slowly. “Remember, bite the left and pull it over the middle—mmm—then bite the right and pull it over.”

Ignoring the stallion humping away only a few centimeters from his face, Jazz scowled and unbraided about half of her mane, then started again, carefully moving his hooves and mouth. The two of them worked in tandem to build up a few rows of braids.

French whimpered, the first sign that she wasn’t immune to Free Range’s help.

“Quiet, dear,” Jazz muttered between bites. “Daddy’s trying to concentrate.”

“Hey, man. She shouldn’t have to be quiet. You—” he said, eyeing Jazz, “—need to listen more. Your filly is trying to tell you how she feels, what’s going on for her. You should learn to concentrate without hushing her.”

“Uh—yeah. Okay,” Jazz said, pausing to pay attention.

French groaned again, her hooves grasping at the carpet.

“Then—” Jazz said, frowning in concentration, “I think she’s gonna come.”

Free Range loomed over French and peeked at the in-progress braids. “Keep going. I’ll hold her still.”

On the last braid Jazz leaned low, bit her mane, and tugged.

French groaned around Free Range’s cock and shuddered. Her tail thrashed back and forth, flicking Jazz in the stomach. She clenched her hips and bounced on his lap and arched her back, her cunt squelching on his cock.

Night Light shook his head in awe. Even pinned between two cocks in the throes of an orgasm she still managed to pose herself perfectly. He could almost hear the rapid fire clicking of camera shutters going off.

French Press sagged, her body going limp.

“Huh. It’s straighter now.” He looked up at Free Range. “How did you do that?”

Free Range clenched his jaw and grunted. “Like, you just needed—Ungh!—to follow a rhythm,” he said, thrusting his hips like a metronome. “It takes practice, man.”

“Thanks.”

Jazz touched his daughter’s cheek and asked, “Are you okay?”

“Mmm—hmm,” she breathed, her eyes lidded. Night Light could see a heavy blush flaming over her pretty face.

“Wow, man. Your daughter is really lovely,” Free Range said, lazily slapping her chin with his balls. “And she’s got a great throat. Like, I’m totally gonna come. Do you want me to come in her mouth or on her face?”

French Press jerked in place, her eyes flicking open in shock. “Mmm?!”

“Oh, get some on her face for sure,” Jazz said, ignoring her fearful squeak. “She really likes that.”

“Mmm. Mmm!” French Press groaned, trying to shake her head.

“That’s wonderful, man,” Free Range panted, stepping his hooves from her shoulders onto her head to hold her in place. “You got a lovely. Little. Lady!”

Curled over her like that, with her horn nearly stabbing him in the neck, Free Range came down her throat. Night Light, Twilight, and Star Child watched her throat bulge around load after load of his cum.

She coughed and jerked back. Free Range loosened his grip on her mane and leaned his weight off of her head, letting her pull her head back. His cock slipped free with a disgusting suction sound.

“Ohmy—GACK!” she exclaimed.

Free Range came right between her eyes, leaving splatters over her face and in her gaping mouth. French Press turned her head to the side and reached blindly for his cock, finally pointing it downward, away from her face, to aim jet after jet of cum over her chest and stomach.

After a few more shots Free Range’s orgasm slowed to a trickle. Thick creamy Antelope spunk dripped down her front, painting a sloppy river from her chin, all the way down her chest and stomach, to finally slide down her cunt and over her dad’s balls.

“Sorry about the mess, little lady. Do you need a towel?”

Panting and gasping, French Press shook her head no. She gulped down a mouthful of spunk, wiped some more from her eyes, and wheezed, “No, sir.”

“Yeah. I think I got it from here,” Jazz said with a grateful smile. “Say thank you, dear.”

“Thank you, sir.” She smiled weakly. A dollop of Antelope cum swung from her chin and splattered on the floor.

Free Range sighed and stepped back, softly landing on all fours again. His cock bounced under his stomach, drooling a thin stream of cum. “Now that you’ve got the hang of it, like, you should unbraid her mane and try again. I’ll come and check it again later.”

“Again?” French Press exclaimed. “Jazz, wait—Oh, no,” she whimpered, as her dad undid her braids and started again.

Free Range stepped back into the middle of the class. “Does anypony else need any help?”

Night Light glanced around the room. None of the fathers had made much progress beyond Swirltop, but for some reason nopony seemed eager to volunteer their daughters in exchange for insider tips.

Then—

“I do,” Candy Crush said, shyly raising her hoof.

Blizzard was also struggling, but for other reasons.

“Sparky, dear—you need to hold still,” he said, holding her mane while she bounced up and down on his lap. From his seat almost all the way on the other side of the room Night Light had a great view of his cock spearing her open and his balls bouncing beneath her. Unlike Mesquite, he didn’t seem willing to stop her, and he didn’t sound angry. Instead his eyes were pulled wide open and he was staring at her rump in shock.

“Dad. Oh—dad!” she yelped, bouncing on his lap.

“You’re gonna make me come,” he grunted, letting go of her mane and gripping the edges of his bean bag chair. “You’ve gotta get off!”

His little Unicorn filly was about to do just that.

“Dad . . . Touch me, dad,” she panted. “I’m so close!”

Against his better judgement he reached a hoof around her hips and pressed his hoof between her legs.

She gasped and clenched her core muscles, bending forward and gripping his hoof to hold him in place. She stopped bouncing and trembled in place, gasping for breath. Blizzard curled forward too, hugging his daughter close and burying his cock as deep as he could.

Static Cling gasped. “Oh! Dad . . . I can feel it . . . ”

Blizzard grunted, thrusting himself into his daughter. “Oh, shit,” he cursed. “No, I can’t—not inside—”

Night Light thought it was a little too late to be worrying about that, but Blizzard finally gripped her hips and shoved her upwards, wrenching his flared tip from her cunt. She tumbled forwards, kneeling in front of him and offering her rump as an inviting target. His cock spat thick streams of spunk that splattered on her ass, even getting some in her tail.

His orgasm started to wane, until only a thin stream of spunk was oozing over his cock and down his thighs.

“Dear . . . are you okay?” he asked, reaching for her.

Static Cling pushed herself back into a seat. “Yeah . . . ” Static Cling looked down her front and poked at her crotch. “Dad, ya made such a mess,” she breathed, trailing her hoof through the streaks of cum connecting them together. She clicked her tongue. “I’ll clean y’off—but then you gotta clean me off, okay?”

Static Cling crawled around to face his cock, flicking her tail up and out the way for the rest of them to see. Her cunt was oozing spunk, and her whole backside was streaked with it. A few hairs from her tail were stuck to her ass and thighs. She was a hot mess of sweat, pussy juices, and sticky spunk.

“Are—are you sure? You don’t have to—”

She put a hoof on his muzzle, then ducked her head down to face his cock, keeping her rump in the air. Glancing up to make sure he was watching—obviously he was; everypony was—Static Cling licked her lips and kissed the head of his cock with a gratuitous smack.

Blizzard groaned, lolling his head back. “Oh . . . Sparky . . . ”

The Unicorn filly licked up the underside of his cock, then slipped her lips around him and started bobbing her head like an eager young whore. For a few moments, it looked like she was content just to suck his cock—or like she was trying to get him to come again.

But the moment he put his hooves on her head to encourage her, she pulled herself off with a slurp, kissed his shiny clean cock on the head, and turned herself around. Blizzard watched with wide eyes as she flicked her tail out of the way and shoved her oozing pussy right in his face.

“Oh, Sparky, I can’t believe I came inside you . . . ”

She let him stare for a few moments, trying not to shiver, and kept glancing at her audience. When it was clear he was shocked still, she said, teasingly, “Daddy? I know ya like to look at my private parts, but, um, everypony’s watching, and it’s real embarrassing. Can ya hurry and, uh—Oh!” she squealed, as Blizzard grabbed her hips and buried his muzzle in her cum-filled cunt.

She exhaled with a whoosh. Her forelegs gave out and she slapped her chest on the floor, pointing her rump into the air. “Oh, daddy . . . ” she groaned over his slurping and smacking. “Yer so rough . . . ”

He slurped the last of his cum from her slit, kissed her rump, then helped her back onto her hooves. “Was . . . was that okay?” he asked, looking like a foal caught stealing desert.

Static Cling sat back in his lap and sighed. “I told’ja I can handle it. Okay? I’m not a little filly anymore.” She looked over her shoulder at him. Her cheeks were burnt with blush but her eyes were fierce. “I’m a mare. We have a safe word, remember? We practiced. So don’t stop.”

“But—Sparky, you don’t know what it’s like to be a stallion—or a father. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Trust me, okay?”

“It’s not you I don’t trust,” he whispered.

Static Cling smiled. “Oh, I know. Yer such a monster sometimes. So . . . degenerate.” She leaned forward, showing off her sticky pussy pressing up against his cum-stained cock. “Other daddies don’t molest their daughters and fill their vulnerable virgin pussies with disgusting cum.” She waved her rump in his face. “And you still haven’t finished my mane.”

Blizzard gulped, and reached for her hips, pulling her back into a squat above his cock. Despite having just come, he looked ready for more. “Come on, Sparky. Let—let daddy fuck you while he finishes braiding your mane.”

Static Cling shuddered, and nodded. “Yes, daddy.”

“Dad, are you done yet?” Twilight whined, wiggling her hips.

Night Light tried not to scowl. He knew she wasn’t just being impatient. Having to sit still for so long and hold her back straight and her head forward despite his cock plumbing her insides had to be a real struggle. It was hard enough for him to sit there with the support of his bean bag chair.

He was beginning to think Free Range’s idea of his filly’s comfort was different from Night Light’s.

Night Light leaned in and bit the middle section of her mane and yanked back, carefully measuring out the tension to hold her braids intact without hurting her. Like each plait before Twilight clenched her pussy and squeaked out a whiny little pant of pleasure. He’d long since given up trying to hold her still; fighting her only seemed to turn her on more. His lap was sticky with her juices, and the air around them was heavy with her scent.

“Almost, dear,” he answered. And he was. This was his best run yet. Her braids were balanced, straight, and full of shape and volume. There were only a few plaits left, and he had the little hair elastic held at the ready.

If only she would just stop enjoying herself—

He paused, holding her mane. What was he doing? Stopping just to hold her still, fighting her body every step of the way—and teaching her that this was about perfection and rigor, not intimacy and reconnecting?

Just so she could have a pretty mane?

Oh, well. They were just braids, after all. More important was the young filly in his lap—and the pleasure and enjoyment she deserved. They could always try again later.

Night Light dropped her mane, slid his hoof down her front, and found her sticky, simmering pussy.

“Dad!” she exclaimed. “What are you doing? Ah!”

“Shh,” he whispered, rubbing her groin. He could feel the bulge his cock was making; when he angled his hips and pulled her down it felt like he was poking her navel. “Just enjoy yourself. Don’t hold back. We can clean up the mess later.”

“But—Mmm!” she moaned, slumping and spreading her legs wider, pushing her groin against his hoof. “Everypony’s watching!”

“Not everypony. Swirltop’s still asleep.”

Twilight barked out a laugh. “Ha! Ha . . . haah . . . Dad—”

“Tell me what you like.”

“Right there,” she panted, lolling her head back and nuzzling against his neck. He hadn’t put on the elastic yet; if her braids weren’t untied already, they would be now. Her hair was silky smooth and tickled his chest.

Night Light kept rubbing her cunt, right above where his cock was pressed inside her. He clenched and rolled his hips, stirring up her insides and making her squeak and grunt. His little girl was close, and the sounds she was making—the motions, the way she squirmed on his lap—were pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m—” she squeaked.

He leaned in, held her head still, bit down on her mane, and tugged.

“Ah!” Twilight yelped. With her mane pulled tight, his cock pressed all the way inside her and his hoof rubbing her cunt, Twilight snapped. She stretched her hindlegs out and shoved at the floor, pushing herself back like she was afraid of falling overboard. “Hrng . . . ” Night Light could feel the warmth pouring out of her, could feel the tension and stress evaporate from her body like steam off her sweaty coat. Her pussy clenched over and over as her juices drained down his cock and over his balls.

Twilight lolled her head forward and sighed. “Ah . . . That was—Eep!”

Everypony was looking at her.

Twilight hunched forward, covering herself with her forelegs. “Guys . . . ” she whined.

“It’s okay,” Night Light soothed, rubbing her shoulder. “We’re all friends here. You got to watch everypony else.”

Star Child nodded. “That was really cute, you know. When you came.”

“And, hey!” Free Range said, pointing. “Look at your braids, little lady.”

“Huh?” Twilight dropped her forelegs, forgetting the greedy eyes drinking down the sight of her sweaty glow, and hovered her little mirrors in place so she could look. “Oh.”

Before her orgasm, Night Light had resigned himself to undoing her braids so she could walk home with a clean, straight mane instead. Now—

“Wow, dad,” Twilight said. “They’re so . . . tidy!”

They were. Each third was equally balanced, and her braids were clean and straight, with texture and volume. They were about as nice as his wife had ever managed. Somehow throughout her squirming and twitching, he must’ve managed to adjust them. Night Light quickly slipped a hair elastic around the end and tied it together.

“I told you, man. You gotta let yourself become one with the universe. Everything else works itself out.”

Or maybe Free Range was right, and braiding a filly’s mane properly really did require that he make her come.

“I love them!”

He exhaled. “That’s wonderful. I’m so relieved to hear you say that—”

“Well, it’s true! Thank you. When we get home I’m gonna show mom—”

“—because I’m about to come,” he said, letting go and gripping the carpet. He’d never come inside his daughter’s pussy before. Nopony had. And he wasn’t sure if she was ready for the intensity. “You’d better climb off, dear. Maybe—” he grunted, pressing his cock up against her insides. “Maybe you can suck my cock?” he suggested, trying not to sound too greedy. “Just keep your mane out of the way—”

Twilight grabbed his hooves, pulled them from the carpet, and wrapped them around her in a hug.

“Twilight—” He couldn’t hold it back. He was gonna come inside her. Just a few more thrusts—

“Fuck me, dad,” she whispered, arching her back and twisting her hips left and right, paying him back for what he’d just done to her.

“Ah!” he grunted, squeezing her tight. Warmth and pleasure flooded his body, spreading from his groin. He held her hips in place, pressing his cock as deep inside her as he could manage and holding it there. He could feel his cum rushing out and splashing around, drowning his cock. Holding her close and curling around her, he spat load after sticky load of spunk, painting her insides and quickly filling her up. It felt like every time he squeezed her he shot another load. At this rate he wouldn’t be surprised if she started burping cum.

Twilight rolled her hips, spilling cum down his shaft and across his groin. “Dad . . . it’s so messy,” she whispered, reaching down to rub at her cunt, spreading their juices everywhere. “I can feel it . . . ”

Night Light exhaled and slumped back against his chair. “Wonderful,” he breathed. It really was. His body felt light and heavy all at once, like he’d just had a fantastic stretch after a satisfying nap. His cum crackled and tickled his groin. And Twilight—her weight and body heat draped across his front was so pleasing.

Twilight leaned forward and lifted her rump off of his lap, keeping her tail up and out of the way. His cock pulled at her insides before flopping free with a squelch and a rush of cum. He felt exposed, no longer nestled safely inside her where it was snug and moist and warm, but that was nothing against the sight of his little filly’s freshly-fucked pussy plugged full with his cum—a sight nopony else had ever seen before. And one he hoped to see over and over again: his daughter was beautiful at the worst of times, but this was something else.

His cock gave a weak little twitch, one last excited squirt that splattered on her ass like a cummy goodbye kiss.

She looked down between her legs and the two of them watched his gooey creampie seep from her swollen cunt and drip down her thighs.

“Wow . . . ” she muttered, watching a dollop of his spunk drip down onto his cock.

“Watch your mane!” he said, reaching out to catch it before it could land in the messy pool of cum between his legs.

Twilight licked her lips, then carefully turned in place—hiding that delicious treasure—and crouched between his legs. Before he could say anything and without making eye contact she pulled her mane out of the way and dipped her head into his lap. She poked her tongue on his inner thigh and started licking up his cum, lapping up long stripes of his spunk like icing from a dirty cake plate. She left his cock for last, instead lifting her head up to clean his stomach and abdomen—his cock poked at her neck, leaving a little wet trail behind—before moving to the other leg.

“Twilight, you don’t have to do that,” he said.

Twilight ignored him, too embarrassed to answer. She lowered her chin to the floor and started on his balls. There was enough cum still tingling and crackling on his junk that she got a little on her nose as she worked. She licked at his testicles longer than was strictly necessary—maybe there was cum there that he couldn’t see, but he doubted it—then dragged her tongue up his cock and slurped the spunk covering his shaft.

His little filly was cleaning off his cock. He could die happy.

Twilight licked the last of the cum from his softening cock and kissed the head before slipping her lips around it and swallowing in into her mouth. Oh, every part of her insides felt amazing, especially when she was into it. Every part of him wanted to give her what she wanted.

But she was gonna have to wait. Night Light tapped her shoulder. “Dear—”

She nuh-uhed through her nose and kept sucking. She seemed so eager to show off for everypony how well she could swallow her dad’s orgasm.

“Dear, I’m not going to come for a while, you know.”

She slurped off his cock and frowned. “You’re not?”

He shook his head. “Even with your pretty face down there.”

“Oh. Well, good. I was only trying to clean you up anyways,” she declared, wiping drool from her chin.

“Uh huh.” He hunched forward and stroked her cheek. “Can you wait until this evening? I have to comb your mane tonight anyways.”

“Urgh. I guess.”

As they were cleaning up, Swirltop snorted himself awake. “Huh? Oh. Done already?” he asked, smacking his lips. “That went by quickly.”

Candy Crush was standing beside him. “Hey, dad,” she said.

“Sorry I fell asleep again, dear.”

She waved her hoof. “That’s fine. Don’t worry about it. Actually—while you were asleep, Free Range told me about this yoga class for fillies he teaches once a week. It sounds really neat. Can I go?”

Swirltop frowned. “I don’t know. How much does it cost?”

Free Range walked up behind Candy Crush and said, “It’s free. But you should know I’m not, like, a certified professional yoga instructor or anything. It’s not put on by the community centre. It’s just for fun.”

“Not certified, huh?” Swirltop tapped his chin. “What kind of yoga?”

“Oh, like, all kinds, my dude.” He placed a hoof on Candy Crush’s rump and absently stroked her cutie mark. “We start every session with a warm up, just to loosen the muscles and work up a sweat. There’s some stretching and breathing exercises, of course, and a mix of strength and endurance. And the class ends with a deep tissue massage. It’s all very hooves-on and practical.”

“It sounds a little intense for beginners.”

“Ugh, dad. It’s fine. I’m not a little foal anymore,” Candy Crush said, tilting her rump under Free Range’s touch, her tail flicking absently.

“I see that,” Swirltop said flatly, watching as Free Range slid his hoof down his daughter’s ass and started rubbing between her legs.

“Yeah, it gets intense and messy. Any physical activity has to make a pony sweat and breath heavily. You’ve gotta get that blood pumping. But we don’t let any of the fillies hurt themselves. Nopony likes sports injuries. And I’ve got a shower if anypony gets a little too sweaty.”

“Who’s we?”

“Oh, it’s not just me teaching it. A few of my buddies like to help out. They actually are going for their certificates, so each stallion takes a turn leading the class through a short session. It’s like five routines in one.”

“He said—mmm—they’d feed me too,” Candy Crush said, shifting her stance so Free Range could grope her more easily. “They mix their own homemade protein shakes!”

Every single other pony in the room watched the exchange with baited breath. Night Light didn’t dare believe what he was seeing. Even Star Child looked unconvinced. There was—there was just no way.

“So, can I, dad?”

Swirltop eventually tore his gaze from Free Range’s wandering paw.

“I see,” he said, cocking an eyebrow. “Is it sexual?”

“Uh—” Free Range paused, leaning back. He clearly hadn’t expected that. He pulled his hoof back and said, “Like, it’s an intense workout. I guess one or two of the guys might get a little excited, once their blood is pumping, or whatever—but, like—”

“Should I assume my daughter would be the only participant? Alone with half a dozen Antelope stallions of questionable character who ‘might get a little excited’ helping her into certain provocative poses? Would they be massaging and groping and humping and molesting my little girl, helping to get her blood pumping, and encouraging her to do the same to them? Are you planning on fucking her?”

Candy Crush squeaked.

He climbed to all fours and stepped up in front of Free Range. “Were you planning on fucking her over and over in these outrageous yoga poses, two or three at a time, for a couple hours? Were you going to take turns coming down her throat and inside her pussy and all over her wings, before sending her home for me to clean up?” He pressed forward, face to face with Free Range. “Would you fuck her in the ass, too?”

Night Light would never have guessed Swirltop had it in him.

Free Range rubbed the back of his neck and looked away. “Uh, yeah. Pretty much. But, like, Star Child would be there too.”

Swirltop exhaled. “Can I watch?”

Night Light leaned close to Twilight. “You are not allowed to join their yoga class,” he said quietly, before she could ask, in a tone that left no room for argument.

Twilight scoffed and waved her hoof. “Feh. Yoga’s for hippies and basic bitches anyways.”

They left just as Free Range was mounting Candy Crush in the middle of the den, so Star Child led them to the front door to say goodbye.

“Thanks for coming, Twilight!”

“Oh, I had fun!” Twilight said. “See you next week!”

“Are you going to be okay?” Night Light asked, looking down the stairs. Candy Crush was a moaner.

Star Child shrugged. “He’ll get bored of her eventually. He always does.” A smile slipped over her face. “I’m the only filly he really loves.”

“Uh huh. Well,” Night Light said, “if you ever want to play with Twilight, you’re free to visit. I think she could use a nice friend like you.”

“Dad!” Twilight exclaimed. “You can’t just make me be friends with somepony.”

“Oh? So you don’t want her to come over?”

Twilight kicked at the doormat. “I didn’t say that.”

Night Light leaned down to put a kiss on her forehead.

“Dad! Ew!” Twilight exclaimed, leaping back and out of forehead kissing range, as Star Child giggled and waved them goodbye.

“You’re grinning,” Twilight said, watching him while they walked home. Night Light couldn’t help making happy Night Light noises. “Like an idiot.”

“It’s every dad’s secret wish to spend quality time with his daughter without having to fight and argue all the time.”

“I thought every dad’s wish was to grope and molest his daughter.”

Night Light coughed, glancing around to see if anypony was within earshot. “That’s—I mean—Even if all we’d done was comb and braid your mane, without anything else, I still would be happy just knowing you had fun. Look,” he said, “I mean it. You don’t realize it now, but all your mom and I want is for you to grow up happy and healthy. I don’t want you to turn into one of those angsty mares who’s forgotten how to be a filly.”

Twilight rolled her eyes. “You don’t have to be so sappy, dad.”

“Yes I do. That’s a dad’s job. Besides,” he said, “even if you didn’t like spending time with your dad, I’m still glad you relaxed and had fun. Not everything has to be an exercise or assignment.”

“I guess it was a little fun. But don’t tell anypony! Girls aren’t supposed to like hanging out with their dads.”

“Why not?”

“Well . . . ” Twilight stopped walking and rubbed her chin. “I don’t really know. I guess all my classmates have really stuffy dads or something.”

“Or maybe they keep their sexual relationship with their fathers private, like you do. Right?”

“Maybe?” Twilight shrugged. “And what do you mean, like I do? All my friends know we’ve been having immoral incestuous intercourse.”

Night Light stumbled.

“No—wait—Oh, Princess—” He felt his knees going weak. “What did you say?”

“Well, one of my classmates asked who combed my mane, so I told her, and I think she told her friends—gossip spreads really fast at school, you know, especially when it’s about sex.” She paused and tilted her head in confusion. “What’s wrong? Was I supposed to keep it secret? If it helps, a lot of the other fillies were very curious about the community course. I think I managed to get Free Range a few more sign-ups for his next set of lessons.”

Night Light stared at his hooves, gulping against a dry mouth. Oh, fuck. Fuck. “Twilight, uh, what we’re doing isn’t wrong, exactly, but—”

“Dad?” Twilight stepped up in front of him and pushed his chin up, revealing a teasing tongue poking out. “Gotcha.”

Now his knees did give out. He fell backwards, sat on his butt, and exhaled. “Oh, Twilight—” he said, laughing nervously. “Don’t do that to me. I’m an old stallion and my heart’s too weak for that.”

Twilight poked his forehead. “I’m not stupid. I know it’s a secret. And—and I kind of like that we have a secret we can share.”

“Twilight—”

Twilight leaned close and kissed him. Just a peck on the lips—there were other ponies out and about—but she lingered a little longer than was strictly necessary.

Just as he reached for a hug she pulled back with a laugh. Twilight galloped ahead and twirled around, letting her braided mane twirl in a dazzling arc. Her mane shined in the evening sun, purple and pink streaked with brilliant yellow. She stomped in place and kicked her hind legs up. Her mane and tail seemed to hang mid-air, surrounding her in a warm glow and outlining her silhouette with light.

Hopping with energy. Big smile. A saccharine giggle. With her father.

This was why he took a silly community course on styling a filly’s mane. Her new braids were pretty, sure. But making his Princess smile? Helping her forget her pressures and just enjoy being a child? Bonding with her on an intimate level most fathers could only yearn for? Worth every hour and every bit. And there were still several more lessons.

Twilight grabbed her mane with her teekay and pulled it around in front of herself to gawk at it. “It’s so pretty, dad! I’m gonna show everypony at school tomorrow! They’re gonna be so jealous.”

“You have to undo it before you go to sleep tonight, dear.”

“Well—you’ll just have to braid it again, tomorrow morning.”

Which meant, of course, that he’d have to get up even earlier, because instead of just combing her mane and coming down her throat, he also had to fuck her to an orgasm, fill her pussy with more cum, and hack together a passable braid—and this after their already exhausting nightly ritual.

And—oh, sweet Princess. There were still several more lessons. This course was going to be the death of him.

“Yes, my Princess. As you command.”

Author's Note

The End

The floor of Free Range's den is covered in that awful 70s brown carpet.

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