The Grand Part

"I don't want to be the odd one out anymore, Grampa," Flurry Heart said.

"I know sweetie," Night Light said, gently stroking her mane as she laid with her cheek on his thigh. "I feel the same way."

"You do?" she asked.

"Mhmm."

Flurry rolled over to face toward him. With her head in his lap, her nose was precariously close to his sheath and balls. It was heavy with the musk of a stallion. She had only ever known a whiff of it from her father. But so close here, it was a heady aroma.

"Flurry," he chided. She ignored him and took in more of his scent. Her tongue poked out of her mouth. She felt his hoof on her shoulder. "Flurry, you're not thinking clearly right now." He looked at the blue cylinder hanging out of her most of the way onto the couch behind her. "Your coolerator is slipping out."

"Then push it back in."

"You can do that yourself," he said.

"But I want you to do it," she said.

"Flurry-"

"Grampa, I'm telling you. No hints. I'm telling you. I want this," she said.

"You don't know what you want right now," he said.

"Don't do that! Do treat me like a foal! I'm a mare, dammit! And I want to feel like one just once for fuck's sake!"

"..."

"..."

"You better not tell your Mom or Gram about this or I'm a dead pony," Night said. He reached over with his hoof and pressed on the blunt base of the coolerator, sliding it back inside her.

"If Mom found out about this, I'd be in more trouble than you," she said.

"I highly doubt that." He slid it most of the way back inside her before he stopped.

"Mmm, all the way, come on," she whined. Night's horn glowed and his magic pushed it the rest of the way in. "Aww that's cheating!"

"Flurry I wasn't expecting this evening to go this way, okay? Give me a break. I used to help change your diapers."

"So you used to wipe me too, then. Just put your hoof there again. What's the difference?"

"It's the difference between shooting a cannonball, and throwing it!" he said. She squirmed closer into his lap.

"Fine, I'll do it first," she said, reaching up to rub his sheath with her hoof.

"Flurry-" It was less a scolding tone and more a moan. She pressed her nose into the base of his sheath and reached down to cup his balls with her free hoof, kissing each of them. His raw stallion pheromones were making her feel lightheaded. Still laying on her side, she lifted her leg and let her tail flick and swish freely. Night was assaulted with pheromones of her own. Beneath her nose, she could feel a bulge forming inside his sheath. It was coming. His dick was going to come out. Her impatient tongue dipped into his sheath, unwilling to wait.

"Flurry, no!" He pushed her away off of him and off the couch. Before she could even look up at him with hurt eyes, his magic picked her up and slung her over his shoulder, holding her legs with his hoof. Her hooves draped over his flank while her tail swished against his cheek. "Not here. Not like this," he said, carrying her upstairs.

Flurry was normally a peerless magical prodigy. But the haze of lust she was in had her barely able to remember her own name. It was all she could do to squirm fruitlessly in resistance to being restrained as she was. All her flexing muscles managed to do was make her pussy wink in his peripheral vision. His eyes looked sideways as he reached the top of the stairs, seeing the blue cylinder re-emerge from her vagina. With one last defiant squeeze, it popped out of her and rolled off to the end of the hallway, leaving a wet trail. He made no effort to recover it.

"We're well past that point anyway," he said to himself. He carried her into the bedroom and tossed her from over his shoulder onto the bed.

"What are we gonna do on the bed, Grampa?" she asked with a coy smile, seeing the tip of his penis just starting to poke out of his sheath.

"What your father should have done a long time ago," Night said. He grabbed her by her hips and flipped her over. He grabbed her tail and pulled her rump up into the air. Flurry's heart raced with excitement for what was about to come.

He brought back his hoof and gave her a firm slap on the bottom.

*SLAP*

"Ow!" Flurry yelped. She had never been spanked before in her life.

"That's for trying to sneak liquor!"

*SLAP*

"That's for taking your gram's coolerator!"

*SLAP*

"And that's for teasing your Grampa!"

Her wings sprang open and fresh string of sticky wetness hung between her inner thighs like a strand of spider web. Night Light broke it with his hoof.

"Did you actually get wetter from that?" he asked. Flurry blushed. "I never knew my grandfilly was such a perverted degenerate."

"It must run in the family," she said. He pressed her flank down with his hooves, laying her flat on her belly. He climbed over her and held her down with his body weight. Not enough to hurt her, but just enough to show dominance. He leaned his head down besides hers and whispered in her ear.

"Lucky for you, your Auntie Twilie taught me a new trick after her coronation." He shifted back and planted little kisses down along the mid-line of her back until he got to between her shoulder blades, at the base of her wings. His lips kissed and nibbled up along the leading edge of her wing, and then running back down giving each of her primary feathers a gentle tug as he preened her.

"Grampa, that's not helping," she whined as she squirmed under him.

"It's not supposed to," he said, moving over to her other wing to preen that one. "It's going to get worse before it gets better."

"I need to rut!" she moaned.

"Patience," he said, moving into the underside of her wing, nipping at each of her secondary feathers and coverts. "Young ponies these days always want instant gratification. You need to learn to savor the antici-" Flurry's hoof snaked under her body to reach back between her legs and play with herself. Before she had the chance to, he grabbed both of her hooves with his magic and pinned them to the bed in front of her. "... pation!"

She whimpered underneath him.

"If you keep whining like a naughty foal, I'm gonna treat you like one." He gave her butt another firm slap with a free hoof. "I only fuck mares. Naughty little fillies get a spanking, not a dicking." He leaned forward again and nibbled on her ear. "Do you want a dicking?" he asked.

"Mhmm," Flurry whimpered as she bit the duvet.

"What was that? That didn't sound like a word." He shifted over to nibble on her other ear. It was all she could do to muffle her squeal. "Well then I guess you don't want a dicking."

"Grampa! Yes! Gimmie!"

"Tsk tsk. No manners at all," he scolded. He reached under her chin and craned her head back enough for her to look up at him, albeit upside down. "I don't know who taught you such bad habits, but I'm going to just have to suck them right out of your brain."

He slipped his mouth over her horn and began to expertly felate it like it was his only source of oxygen. His tongue ran up and down along the length of her horn, running over every sensitive ridge while he sucked. Flurry didn't roll her eyes of her own accord this time. They rolled back into her head on their own as she felt the incredibly new sensation of getting her first horn job. Her inexperience with the sensation was apparent. Night felt his mane start to stand on end as her horngasm charged up in his mouth. He pulled off at the last moment.

"Whoa easy there. We don't want you going off early on your first time now," he said.

"Fa- fa- fuck..." she babbled, denied orgasm again.

"It's not a sprint, baby. It's a marathon." He looked at the mare under him, practically melting in her sweat. "In fact, stay put." He rolled her over onto her back and re-pinned her hooves on the bed with his magic. "No touchy while I'm gone."

"Grampa!" she yelled.

"Relax, sweetie. I'll be right back," he said. His turgid erection bobbed under him insistently. He trotted downstairs to the fridge. He opened the freezer and stuck his dick in to cool himself down. This was her first time and he was determined to make it last. After for an agonizingly long minute for Flurry on the bed, he came back upstairs with two bottles of water. He helped her to sit up and he fed her the first bottle like a baby. "Drink up. You're going to need it." He opened the other one and held it for her to drink too.

"What about you?" she asked.

"I drank mine downstairs. Now come on." He put the second bottle to her lips. She stopped halfway.

"N-no I'm full!"

"You need to balance all that salt from the pizza and fries earlier," he said. "If you finish this one, I'll give you a nice reward." Flurry still seemed unsure, but she took the second bottle to try drinking the rest. He gently rubbed her tummy as she did. "The lower that water goes, the lower my hoof goes," he said. True to his word his hoof drifted lower and lower as she took in the rest of the water. When she finally finished it, his hoof grazed the edge of her vulva. "Good girl."

"Are we- gonna- rut?" she wheezed.

"Oh goodness no. Not right now. You just drank all that water. If I started doing that you'd be sick."

"But you said-"

"I said I'd give you a nice reward. But you need to lay down and relax."

"But Grampa, it aches so much! It burns!" she cried.

"What does?" he asked. She pointed at her crotch. "Use your words."

"My- my pussy!"

"Oh, poor baby," he feigned. "Do you want Grampa to kiss the boo-boo?" She nodded emphatically. He took her legs with his hooves and pulled her butt to the edge of the bed and he knelt in front on her. She looked down along her belly at his face hovering between her thighs. For a moment he just stared at it, admiring the majesty of her pristine virgin pussy "Is this where it hurts?" he asked. Flurry was on the verge of tears, whimpering as her lower lip trembled. "Shh, shh," he hushed her cries. "There there. Grampa's kisses are gonna make it all better."

Night Light was hardly a player. He dated only a couple other mares before he married Velvet. But from what experience he had, he knew that no two marehoods were alike. Each one was as unique as a snowflake and beautiful in their own special way. Not just in appearance, but in scent and taste as well. And even that changed with time. And after Velvet had to change up her diet in recent years, her flavor became somewhat more bitter and watery. But unique nonetheless.

And Flurry was no exception. Her taut pursed lips of youth had none of the sag from foal bearing. Her scent was flowery and light, untainted by a stallion's touch. Night Light closed the distance, and gently ran his tongue up along the narrow part in her lip, catching a bit of the copious moisture dribbling from within.

Her taste! There was absolutely nothing else in the world like virgin pussy. He knew if he were to indulge in her again tomorrow after tonight, and he knew he surely would, it would not be the same. It would never be the same again. Just as had happened with Twilight before her. That was one thing his son could never take from him. They might be fucking each other on the regular now, but only Night knew what she tasted like before she was deflowered. And so too would he with Flurry. For now, in this moment, he savored every second of it, committing it to the deepest parts of his memory.

Flurry's hooves gripped at the bedding as she felt him licking up and down in her pussy, up one side and down the other. And then the reverse. Laying it flat against her, probing it firmly into her vagina, or taking her entire mound into his mouth with a sucking kiss. His pattern was seemingly random, but there was a method in his madness. He was hitting all her trigger points except for one. She writhed and squirmed on the bed as he edged her nearer to her climax and then backing off again. Flurry grimaced and struggled to reach for her orgasm that seemed perpetually out of her reach.

Her clitoris winked at him insistently, trying desperately to make itself know to an apparently oblivious stallion. Her vocalized agitation reached a fever pitch as she started desperately rocking her hips at him, making any attempt to just hit him in the nose with her clit. That last shred of pleasure she needed to finally get off. Just a couple good swipes. She managed to get one good contact and trembled. It wasn't an orgasm. It was like a mini one.

Night Light stood up and stretched his hooves, leaving her in the lurch yet again.

"Gah, my back," he complained. "I need to lay down for a bit."

"What WHAT!?" she shrieked. He walked around the bed to the other side behind her and laid down. She flipped over and crawled next to him with fire in her eyes.

"Relax, I saved you a reserved seat," he said, patting his lips with his hoof. He picked her up with his magic and hovered her over him to straddle him. Flurry looked behind her at his erection. She reached back and grabbed it. It throbbed in her hoof. She scooted herself back to stuff it inside her. He grabbed her with his magic again. "No no, leave that alone for now," he said. He set her back down with her knees on either side of his head. He reached up with his hooves and pulled her hips down for her to sit on his face.

While he licked, his horn glowed and a tendril of magic slipped into her vagina. He shaped it to have bumps and ridges as he moved it in and out of her. It was all Flurry could do to just grab the headboard behind him and hold the fuck on. She felt a pressure in her tummy building. She feared that all the water she had drank was going to go right through her.

"Grampa wait! I think I need to pee!"

"No you don't," he assured her.

The pressure inside her built up and got stronger and stronger, like a rope tying itself into a bigger and bigger knot.

Night shaped his magic to have a slight upward curve, pressing hard against the spongy wall inside of her vagina. He added vibration to it as well. Flurry didn't know if she was going to pee or throw up or just explode altogether. But her muscles were jelly and her grandfather would not let go of her hips.

The magic phallus moving in and out of her faster. Flurry careened towards the point of no return like a runaway train. Night had no intention of backing off this time. He was going to take her all the way. And she was going to cum. Hard. Flurry reached down and held her stomach with her hoof, unsure of what would happen, but she was scared of what could happen.

"Grampa, please! I'm gonna pee!"

"No you're not!" he tried to assure her. She didn't believe him. She was certain that she was about to wet herself and the bed. But there was nothing she could do to stop herself not. Her whole body trembled, shivered and shook.

Night Light could tell she was on the brink. He finally sucked on her clit, licking it rapidly as he did. His magic inside her pressed hard against her G-spot and with his free hoof he pushed against her lower abdomen just above her pussy.

"GRAMPA!"

Night Light knew what to expect. But nothing could have prepared him for the torrent of marecum gushing from her pussy. Thick jets of her nectar spurted into his mouth as he continued sucking, swallowing, and fucking her with his magic. It was both watery and syrupy. Salty, but sweet. Almost like movie theater popcorn butter. He let off the pressure with his hoof on her pubic mound, and the pressed again, starting her cumming over again with even more spurting out of her. He briefly feared that he might drown in his grandfilly's marecum. But what a way to go.

Flurry Heart's spine went limp and she fell backwards off of him onto the bedding. Her legs twitched involuntarily and her clit continued to wink in the aftershocks of her first real orgasm. Her eyes were half-lidded and focused on nothing as the room felt like it was spinning around her.

Night Light sat up and wiped the corners of his mouth with his hoof. He looked at the young mare on his bed, skirting the fringes of consciousness, the quivering mass of flesh that used to be his grand daughter. Her pussy was a dripping mess of lubrication. The shadow of his erection loomed over her.

"Okay," he said. "Now you're ready." She blinked up at him. "You want this?" he asked. She nodded. Expecting coherent speech from her would have probably been asking too much from the poor pony. "Show me." She propped herself up to bring her face to his crotch. She absentmindedly pressed her snout into his balls to give them a kiss, but ended up poking him in the belly with her horn. "Ow!"

He moved around behind her and straddled her head, draping his scrotum on her forehead, each of his balls hanging at either side of the base of her horn. His dick laid along the length of her horn, though it extended a good deal longer.

"Now look who's got the big unicorn horn," he said. Flurry looked up and her eyes crossed to look at her horn and his dick. She giggled and her horn glowed, making his shaft throb harder, gaining both length and girth. and it made balls feel warm and then they ached a bit more. "Whoa, what was that?" he asked.

"Just a vitality spell, I think. So at least part of you will feel like you're eighteen again."

"Oh ho, you're in trouble now, then," he said, moving back in front of her. She wasn't kidding. His dick felt like a steel beam bobbing under him. "If you don't make sure it's good and wet, you're gonna have a bad time."

Flurry didn't need to be told twice. She knelt in front of him on the bed and sucked his dick. Or some approximation of sucking.

"Ow. Ow! Sweetie you- agh! You need to keep your teeth out of the equation!" he said.

"It's hard when it's this big."

"Thank you for the complement, but why don't we table this for now until you work on your technique?" he said.

"I can do it!" she said, abandoning sucking for sloppy licking all over. Her 'technique' was non-existent, but he didn't hold it against her. He would, however, hold it against her.

"Alright, come here," he said, flopping onto his back again. He pulled her on top of him. She positioned herself to sit up like before, cowgirl style. "No no, come down here," he said. She laid down on top of him, face to face. He wrapped his hooves around her. His horn glowed and he used his magic to position his dick behind her. He put his hooves on her hips to shift her back just a little bit. His tip nestled into the lips of her vulva, pressed against the narrow entrance of her vagina. She was barely an inch away from being a made mare.

"Look, I know I've put you through the wringer today. But are you ready?" he asked her. She nodded. "Yes?" he asked.

"Yes," she said.

"Okay. I love you Flurry."

"I love you too, Grampa."

With a final push down on her hips, his tip popped inside her. It was barely a couple inches, but it still made her gasp. The corners of her eyes glistened.

"Are you okay?" he asked "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

She shook her head and smiled. "No I- I'm fine I just... I don't know why I'm..." She wiped her eyes in embarrassment. "You're inside me, like, really! I've wanted to know what this was like for so long and it just feels so good!" He smiled back at her and pulled her in for a hug. They each shimmied their hips into each other a bit and with a bit more pressure, a few more inches slid into her.

"Alright, you take it from here then," he said. She nodded and put her hooves on his chest and pushed herself back more with relative ease. She adjusted her knees with a bit more confidence and squatted down to take the rest. She felt it bump something inside her that make her stomach to a flip. She winced and clutched her belly. "Looks like that's the end of the line for you," he said. She looked down between them. There was less than an inch of space keeping him from hilting.

"I can make it," she said.

"Come on now, you're not a porn star. Don't hurt yourself," he said. But she would not be deterred. She leaned back as much as she could rubbing her belly as she did, willing her pelvic muscles to relax and stretch as she took deep breaths. "Look I'm sure it would be a perfect fit if you hadn't done that vitality spell, okay? Save it for next time." Flurry winced and chewed her lip, nodding in agreement at last as she leaned forward to lay on top of him again. "There now, it's alright," he said as he stroked her mane. "Just relax for now. You've had a busy day. Let Grampa take care of you." She nodded into his shoulder.

Night Light rolled his hips under her, working his shaft in and out of her by just a few inches. He didn't throw his weight behind it. It wasn't carnal, ball-slapping rutting. It was gentle, practically-silent lovemaking, save for her light panting. Laying there on top of his warm chest, she could have easily fallen asleep. After all that she had been through, she still could. But she was enjoying this too much to miss it.

The gentleness of her first time having intercourse was only half altruistic on Night Light's part. True, he wanted it to be a memorable, positive experience for her. He knew how other stallions were. He prayed that she would not end up with some dominating horse that would simply cover her and have his pleasure with her without regard for her own. But on the other hoof, Flurry's pussy was burning up and tight as a drum. Maybe it had to do with that spell she did, and the extra pressure in his balls. But if he went any more that a snail's pace, he'd go off like a hair trigger.

He pulled out a bit further, exposing his medial ring. He pushed back in, grazing it against her clit as he did. She shuddered and he felt the fur of his abdomen become damp and warm.

"Really?" he asked.

She looked up from burying her face in his mane and smiled. "Just a little one," she said. She laid her head back down on his shoulder, looking at him. It was hard to look at her so close in the peripheries of his vision, but he managed. She just had such a simple, content smile on her face. Not an angsty princess with the weight of the world on her shoulders. Just a mare. A mare without a care in the world as she slowly shifted back and forth from him moving in and out of her.

"This is really nice," she said.

Night smiled back. But it was bittersweet. "I wish this could last forever, Flurry, but-"

"I know."

"Seems rather anticlimactic, don't you think?" he asked. "I bet you were expecting to get rutted silly like in those trashy novels."

"Yeah, I was. But this is better," she said. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. He turned and looked at her. She kissed him again, on the lips this time. There was no sloppy battle of tongues or lewd noises. It was a rather chaste kiss that a grandfilly would normally give her grandfather. Though she did hold it quite a bit longer than any measure of what one might consider normal.

Night Light felt it coming, the tension building up as he neared to point of no return.

"Flurry, I-" he gasped. She planted her lips back on his. She knew what was coming next. She wasn't a little filly after all. She was a grown mare. "Mmm!" They each moaned into each other's mouth. Flurry could feel him swelling thicker inside her, his flare stretching the deepest parts of her. His hooves wrapped around her body tighter as he pushed into her one final time. Flurry grunted as his flare pressed against her cervix. She felt him pulsing and throbbing inside her, flooding her depths with his hot cum.

"Ngh, ngh!" Night Light grunted with each pump. The volume of his cum didn't taper off like it usually did. It felt like each one had just as much as the last. He felt the pressure inside her pushing him out. With one more defiant squeeze, he pushed back into her, forcing his seed deeper through the narrow entrance to her womb.

Finally he felt his dick stop twitching. He was exhausted and felt like a balloon that someone had let all the air out of. He had an appreciation for just how hard he had made her cum earlier. He hadn't the strength in his hooves to keep hugging her. But he didn't need to. She was hugging him just as hard.

"Thank you, Grampa. I feel so much better now."

"Better than a coolerator?" he asked.

"Way!" she looked over at the clock on the nightstand. It was 12:01. "Happy Father's Day." She kissed him again. "Or I guess, Happy Grand Father's Day!"

"Thank you, baby."

"How was it?" she asked.

"Hmm?"

"How was your Grand Father's Day?" she asked.

He chuckled. "It only just started."

"Well, how do you like it so far?" she asked.

He smiled. "It's pretty grand."

She smiled back and kissed him again before resting her cheek on his chest again. He was happy to just stroke her mane until she fell asleep on top of him, commingled as they still were. She didn't need a vitality spell to make him feel young again. She did that all by herself. Sometimes it was hard for him to believe he was a grandfather. But that was okay. He had been a father long enough. He didn't mind being a grandfather. After all,

This was the grand part.