Author's Note

Day 8: Caught

Quibble Pants hunched over the small filly-sized bed, one hoof planted on the bed beside him and the other on the headboard above him. His fully erect stallionhood hung beneath him pressed up against the rump of his stepdaughter, the tip buried inside her ass, while she squirmed and writhed about.

He was too big for her and it was obvious that his size was causing some degree of discomfort. Wind Sprint had a pillow in her mouth, biting down and clenching so hard she was tearing the fabric and dampening it with her drool. She was focusing intently on not making too much noise despite the orchestra of grunts and groans that left her throat. Her chest heaved as she took gulps of air through her nostrils.

Quibble rubbed her back in a vain attempt to console her and simultaneously hold her in place as he started to push deeper. Wind whined through gritted teeth as her tight tailhole was stretched even wider than ever before, stretching beyond anything Quibble had ever thought possible, but still, he pushed inside. Her gut was stretched just as wide, his already-throbbing member leaving her with considerable fullness.

Barely halfway in he was already starting to see the signs of how much she was stretching with the bulge that formed in her tummy. His stallionhood throbbed hard at the sight and he rubbed it with his hoof for good measure. Wind Sprint shivered, the pain on her face finally subsiding and replaced with a moan. Her body relaxed and she fell partially limp as her body gave in. Quibble took this as his chance and without warning nearly bottomed himself out inside of her, just past his medial ring.

The small filly threw her head back, dropping the pillow from her mouth and let out a sudden shriek. Her eyes were shut tight and her body had clenched again but Quibble didn’t care. He pulled himself right back out with a sudden yank, waited for her to catch her breath for a split second, and slammed himself back in.

All at once Quibble found a forceful, rough pace of slamming himself in and out of her poor, stretched ass. Again and again, he pounded her mercilessly, slapping noises filling the room as he stretched her considerably and pinned her underneath him. No longer did he need to grip the headboard or the bed, instead of grabbing her with both hooves and taking her through the ride of her life. Wind moaned and yelped continuously as he relentlessly fucked her ass.

“F-fuck, Windy, you better be quiet,” Quibble clenched his teeth to hold back a moan as his balls went ‘plap plap plap’ against her rump, “your Mom is just in the next room, she could hear us!”

Wind Sprint either didn’t hear him or didn’t care as she threw her head back and screamed.

“Daaaadddy! Fuck me harder!”

The two of them were so caught up in the animalistic fucking that they didn’t hear the creak of the mattress in the room adjacent, or a door opening and telltale hoofsteps. In his mind Quibble knew he should be more careful, but never had he had a hole so tight and its owner so willing and as horny as he was.

As Quibble bent down and buried his face in Wind’s neck he picked her up and yanked himself out, leaving her empty and whining for more. He deposited her near the edge of her bed, partly hanging off with her tail up in the air. He sprang off the bed and hopped up to her so he was only half mounting the bed, tucking his forelegs around her chest so that he could lay on top of her while in a full mount. He lined himself up in an instant and plunged back inside. Wind jolted and raised her rump out of carnal need and immediately he was back inside of her, mating with her like a proper mare now.

He plunged all the way to the end of her depths and with the newfound position even took her a little deeper. Finally bottomed out he slammed into her ass over and over again, fucking her over the side of the bed.

The bedroom door swung open as Cloudy Skies strolled in, expecting to find her daughter sick with the feather flu or a headache. Instead, she found her boyfriend fucking her daughter silly.

At first, Quibble didn’t see her, his vision a blur as his animalistic urges took over, his focus only his own needs and planting his seed. Wind Sprint turned her head to the side, tongue hanging freely as she drooled onto her bed. Her eyes widened when she saw her mother, but words eluded her. She started to writhe and press into Quibble’s chest in a half-hearted attempt to stop him, but he was too far gone.

With several powerful thrusts, he planted himself firmly deep inside her gut and started to cum, throbbing deep into her ass and dumping burst after burst of thick, hot cum inside her. Wind Sprint came not long after as the instinct of her body took over. She squirted purely from anal pleasure while her Mother looked on in shock

By the time Quibble was sensible again, he turned to kiss Wind Sprint on the mouth, catching Cloudy Skies gaze from the corner of his eye. He stopped, his face falling in shock and horror. He was dead meat.

Wind Sprint tried to wiggle free but he was still too hard and buried too deep, so it only served to make him throb more. All three stood there in silence while cum started to leak out of Wind’s rump.

“Erm...Mom?” Wind whispered. “I, um...It was my fault! I begged him to!”

Cloudy Skies blinked, her eyes drifting from one to the other.

“Really?” the Mare suddenly grinned, “Cause that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen!”