Rarity carefully lifted her up, steadying her as she got out of the armchair. Sweetie’s muscles were quivering, shaking with excitement. It was a strange mix of excitement and fear, each hoofstep bringing her closer to her father, toward the unknown, toward adulthood.

Hondo caught her eye, spying her nervous, bashful demeanour, printed on her face for all to see. And he responded as he always had — whether it’d been a scraped knee, or a scary spider in the bathtub, or his youngest daughter heartbroken by some childish occurrence… with a warm, loving, fatherly grin.

“Oh Sweetie, you’re so beautiful, my little filly.” The corners of his mouth under his moustache were twisted in that impious grin of his, the words spoken with soft wonder in such a way that Sweetie knew he was telling the truth.

“Dad.” Sweetie blushed deeper, her ears folding back behind her head. She paused in front of him, scraping one hoof behind the other.

“Sorry, sorry. Not a filly, a beautiful young mare. He sighed, wistfully, “but just know, to me you’ll always be my beautiful baby filly, little girl.”

“Stop, sheesh!” Sweetie squeaked back, but she couldn’t hide the happiness that had risen into her cheeks, into the brightness of her eyes. Being called beautiful by her dad was still wonderful… even more so when her dad was also the current stud-target of her overdriven biological affection.

“It sounds weird when you’re sporting that and calling me your baby filly.” Sweetie joked, gesturing at the big log of rugged black flesh rigidly protruding from her father’s groin. Fully erect, it stretched out from her seated father at a 45-degree angle, too full with hot stallion blood to droop, but too heavy in sheer mass to point straight upward.

It wasn’t really that weird. Sweetie admitted internally, briefly chewing her lip as her eyes traced over her father’s physique, lingering on the more enticing bits. It actually feels… kind of hot.

“Well Sweetie,” Hondo cleared his throat, “I just want to say: your older sister had given me the impression that including you on our trip was something you wanted.” Hondo looked over at Rarity, his brow furrowing slightly, gaze taking on the impression of a scolding, disappointed father. “I’m not going to say that she tricked me, but I will say that I’m not very happy with how she’s moved the pieces around on her chessboard.”

Rarity raised a hoof of faux-shock. “Oh, Father I simpl-”

“It’s OK. Dad.” Sweetie grinned, jumping in to protect her big sister. “I know I was hesitating before, but… I think Rarity actually knew better than me what I… uh, need.”

Sweetie rubbed her rear legs against one another again, as if trying to pinch in the dripping moisture there to prevent anything from dripping a little too noticeably. All it did was make her realize just how hot and swollen all of her bits were: the contrast of their boiling plumpness against her cool inner-thighs was remarkable.

“Still, I want you to know that you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Sweetieheart.” Hondo smiled warmly, using that pet name for her, reserved for special occasions only, “Right now is all about you, and what you want. Not me, not Rarity.”

Sweetie let out a little, happy sigh.

Her dad was so amazing. She could always feel his love wrapping her up like a warm blanket, his support always there for her.

But she’d always known that she loved his soul… his body, on the other hoof, she’d never truly considered.

Again, the teen’s green eyes traced over the sitting stallion’s form. From top to bottom, taking in those rippling neck and chest muscles, his still taut abdominal muscles, the little tuft of pubic fur just above his sheathe… And then that main attraction. Sweetie could feel the deep-seeded, ancient feminine biological imperative gears clinking into place as she took in her father’s sheer masculinity.

The steaming column of black and mottled pink flesh, was awakening something deep inside her. Something that screamed for her to claim the contents of those two, big, burly, balls resting between his legs.

So, yes, she loved his soul… but she desired his body.

“I… I do want you, Dad.” Sweetie whispered, the solemn truth escaping her lips, almost without her knowledge. “But I want you to want me.”

Hondo blinked, his smile becoming wider. “Sweetieheart, that is one thing beautiful mares like you and your sister don’t have to worry about.” His heavy bulk of stallionhood twitched, swinging the whole eighteen inch length swung up slightly, jerking with excitement, “I’m aching so bad looking at you two that it hurts.”

Sweetie lifted a hoof to her mouth, covering a giggle. “I thought the joke was that older stallions were supposed to have trouble getting it up.”

“Never with our Father.” Rarity interjected, “and I keep him on a rather aggressive cocktail of vitamins and supplements during these cruises, he should put even a schoolcolt in rut to shame.”

“Poor dad.” Sweetie giggled. “I… I guess… I can help?”

“Yes!” Rarity grinned, stepping forward, reaching out with a hoof and taking hold of her father’s cock, as casually as if she were grabbing a hairbrush from her dresser. Grasping about the thick, veiny, black base, her hoof not even close to wrapping around the huge width, she started to tilt the whole intimidating column downward. Sweetie actually had to shift backward to avoid being booped on the nose by the down-swing of her father’s cock. Rarity had brought the length to aim directly at her, between her eyes… making her feel as if she were staring down the barely of a throbbing, bell-shaped, mottled pink cannon. “Why don’t you give Father’s cock a big, sloppy, kiss?”

“Woah, there…” Hondo moved forward, taking Rarity’s hoof off of his length and clearing his throat to get attention. Perhaps he’d sensed Sweetie’s nervousness, or maybe he knew about Rarity’s predilection for aggressive tutoring, but his interjection brought Sweetie’s ears back up from where they’d pinned to her head with nervous fear. “Lot’s of time for that later, Rarity, honey… let’s take it slow with your little sister, hm?”

“Ah, oh…” Rarity blushed, bowing back. “Of course…”

“Th-thanks.” Sweetie blinked, still nervous. “S-so… what should I do?”

“How about you start with giving your dad a big old hug?” Hondo grinned, spreading his forelegs wide and inviting.

Sweetie looked at the gesture, one she’d seen so many times in her life. She knew just how powerful and protective that bear hug of an embrace would be, and she wanted more than anything to jump into his arms now, to feel that comfort and closeness.

But this time was different.

Between herself and Hondo’s chest was a rather imposing interloper.

Over? Between? Around?

There was no way to avoid it. It was a metaphor, really: if she wanted to be close with her father, she’d need to confront his pure, stallionly, sex.

Sweetie swallowed, pushing down that one last internal hesitation. Everything else was telling her this was right — the trust and love from the ponies she cared about most, her pounding heart screaming for affection… and her burning feminine needs that wanted to bathe in the pool that was her stud’s body.

She leapt into her father’s arms.

Instantly, she felt her hug fully returned, wrapping around the small of her back and pulling her in close, snuggling her head under his chin in a warm nuzzle. Safe, protected. Loved.

She felt something else too.

Pinned between them was her father’s cock.

She was stunned by just how hot the thick sausage was.

The underside of his stallionhood slid up against her belly, pressing in against that downy fur. It felt like she was pressing up against the pipe of a radiator: it was so warm, so much hotter than she had ever thought that the body temperature of a pony could rise to.

It was moist too.

Not soaking, but covered in a light sheen of sweaty musk. Almost like the morning dew on the grass, if that dew was warm and slimy… as slick as cooking oil, and more pungent than her older sister’s most potent perfumes.

It wasn’t soft or yielding either.

Sweetie had thought it might be soft, squishy like some of the adult toys she and the girls had sometimes stolen out of the depths of Rarity’s closet to giggle and squeal over. Floppy and yielding mixes of rubber and silicone that her gaggle of friends would comically waggle at one another during slumber parties. No, this was like… rigid iron coated in a thin layer of velvet meat.

Hondo’s penis pressed into her belly as it squished between them, not compressed at all by their hug. The stiff, blood-filled engorgement digging as far up her chest as to touch the bottom of her ribcage.

Sweetie found her teeth nervously gnawing her lip once again as she dimly remembered her high-school anatomy classes, remembered just how much of her insides would be shifted out of the way to admit this… beast attached to her father.

“Oh Sweetie,” Hondo sighed, nuzzling the side of her head with his face, “I love you so much. You know that, right?”

Sweetie Belle squeezed back, her arms barely able to reach behind the broad expanse of her larger father’s shoulders. She released her half of the squeezing hug, pulling her hooves to the side of their little sandwich of flesh and trying to sneak them in through the sides: Hondo’s… monster… was jamming a particularly sensitive spot just under her ribcage, and she wanted to shift it so that they could embrace a little more comfortably.

Sweetie suddenly realized what she was about to do, almost without thinking. She was about to grab hold of her dad’s penis. His erect penis.

His gigantic, throbbing, black and mottled pink, bucking penis!

Sweetie pushed back from the embrace slightly, enough to look down between the two of them so she could actually see what she was doing with her hooves. Her eyes flicked down to the huge stallionhood pressing into her, then back up to her father’s face. She couldn’t hide the anxious excitement in either her face or voice.

“C-can… can I touch it?” Sweetie nervously asked, eyes looking up plaintively at Hondo.

“Sweetie…” Hondo grinned, “I’d love it if you’d do that.” Hondo leaned forward and planted a tender kiss on his teenaged daughter’s forehead, close to the base of her horn. A tender gesture he’d done so many times before… and yet never with as much of an erotic charge.

Sweetie shivered from the kiss, given with a butterfly’s lightness close enough to her horn to send an electric tingle racing through her body. She swallowed, steeling herself… then reached forward and grasped her father’s stallionhood.

Hot.

Big.

Alive.

Her brain only seemed capable of forming simple adjectives, everything else coming far short of the very erotic kinesthetic experience she was enjoying.

A pony’s delicate frog, their tender underhoof, was a very sensitive thing. A filly’s even more so: girls tended to keep their hooves well-manicured and soft, avoiding the callouses that plagued many colts and stallions. So Sweetie could really feel every pulse of her father’s throbbing, slick, scorching erotic flesh… drinking in the very touch as she made her first physical connection with a fully grown, very masculine, stallion.

“Mmm… Sweetie…”

Her hooves had first gripped a bit below the wider bell-bulb tip that was Hondo’s cockhead, close to the random demarcating line where his pure ebony skin of his shaft started to give way so suddenly in speckles and spackles to the nearly fluorescent pink of his fearsomely girthy flare.

She started to slide lower, marveling at how quickly her hooves began to separate from one another, the width between them quickly expanding to make it impossible to encompass her dad even with both hooves. She traced over fat, tree-branch-like veins and throbbing, arterial bulges, powerful plumbing conduits needed to keep such an impressive specimen stuffed to the brim with boiling-hot, racing stallion-blood.

“W-woah…” The breathless exhortation of wonder escaped her lips as she reached Hondo’s medial ring, two-thirds of the way down his shaft. It really felt like a giant donut of flesh, like one of the larger elastic band rings she might use to pull her mane into a quick ponytail had been snapped around her father’s cock. But just how wide it forced her hoof-grip to spread was what really shocked her… and the fact that as she continued downward, hooves beginning to play over the base of his stallionhood, his girth increased geometrically.

To an extent, it made sense. A stallion’s base, particularly an extraordinarily well-hung stallion, would need to be massive to support the weight and structure of the rest of his erection. But that didn’t change just how stunning it was to actually feel that girth in your own hooves. To imagine that size spearing into you, into something that was so much smaller, tighter, tinier.

Sweetie gulped, heart pounding as her hooftips met the folds of skin where her father’s sheath connected to his groin. She tried, but couldn’t keep the ringing thoughts about just how far apart her hooves were by the time she had reached his base. Forget about wrapping one hoof around him: she couldn’t even come close with two!

She slid further down, careful not to press too hard against the very different feel of wrinkly, smoothness… the strange, oxymoronic paradox of folded, leathery, but slick skin that was her dad’s ballsack… and then the feel of the huge orbs themselves, swelling out against their containment, as large as buckballs… far larger than Button’s robin’s eggs when she copped a quick feel that dance night.

“Ah… S-Sweetie… h-hang on… s-shit!” A sudden warning slipped from Hondo’s gritted teeth.

At first, Sweetie thought somepony had dropped a cup of warm water against her. It felt the same — first a splat of warm wetness against her sternum, which waterfalled down the front of her breast, spreading wader over her taut belly and filling up her belly button, spilling down across her teats and her lap.

But only at first.

Quickly she realized, the consistency wasn’t water-like. It was sticky, like honey… but fast-flowing, like massage oil.

And the smell.

Whatever had filled her nostrils so much earlier, flooding her brain with fantastical images of stallions and fatherly love, was a mere prelude to the raw, foggy, sex-stink of this spill.

“S-sorry…~!” A second grunt, and a second squirt.

This time Sweetie saw the clear splatter of thick, heavy, sticky pre-cum shoot from her father, powerful enough to almost look like Button’s full orgasm from Sweetie’s clumsy, behind-the-gym hoof-job, despite it being nothing more than his pre-ejaculatory burble… a slick coating of stallion juice meant to prep her, stain her, slick her for more.

For a brief moment, Sweetie’s mind flicked to the thought that her father had peed on her. She’d seen stallions take a leak in the bushes before, as any curious filly would — but any thoughts of having been accidentally covered in her father’s urine quickly left her mind. His stallionhood wasn’t flopping out of his sheathe, it was hard as a column of granite. The liquid wasn’t yellow and watery… it was sticky, clear and thick.

And it didn’t smell like acrid, ammonia stink.

It smelled like the richest, muskiest perfume she’d ever whiffed. Like an orgasm in olfactory form. And now she was drenched in it.

Sweetie moved her hooves up and off her father’s cock, dredging up a good-sized dollop of the pre-ejaculate with her as she did. The thick liquid dripped over her hoof-edge and her frog, like spilled honey slowly tracing out in different directions, pulled slowly by gravity.

Idly, unconsciously, almost instinctively, she lifted her right hoof to her mouth and cleaned the warm stickiness from the edge before it had a chance to drip off.

What did… what did I just do?
Sweetie blinked to herself, quivering at the thought that she had just tasted, and then swallowed something that had just burbled out of her dear old daddy’s throbbing stallionhood.

And what a taste!

The smell was but a mere appetizer! Just like catching a sniff of your favorite food at a five-star restaurant when the meal is plated before you, that smell is magnified a thousand-fold when presented to the superior sensory organs of taste.

Bursts of fireworks went off in Sweetie’s neurons. Her delicate and budding physiology was already primed to bloom, to kickstart the powerful biological machinery that drove every female pony’s reproductive-drives… injecting the potent chemistry of a virile stallion’s testosterone and natural sexual-magic-laced juices had the effect of squirting lighter fluid onto the flickering fire of Sweetie’s arousal… exploding it into an inferno.

“Ah… Ahn~...” Squeaky Belle moaned, the ripple from the forbidden-taste of her father spreading from her mind in an expanding web through all of her muscles and nerves, out to her extremities, leaving fire in its wake… before crashing in toward her center, her core, her marehood.

“D-dad!” Sweetie groaned out, tilting her head down in reaction to the rush of feeling. It was thrumming in her now, fluttering in her stomach like butterflies, leaving her perched on the very knife-edge, about to tumble into the oblivion of orgasm.

“Shh… Sweets…” Hondo cooed, leaning forward into her tucked head, nuzzling gently along her brow… before parting his lips and planting a tender kiss along the nape of her ear, licking the crevice where pinna met cranium with his tongue… making it flick in reaction… before sliding over and planting a wet kiss at the base of her horn.

Her father’s wet lips felt cool against the relative burning heat of her horn. But it still was one straw too many.

Like a rending crack in a hydroelectric dam, starting slowly at first, then streaming out in a spiderweb of directions, causing bedrock and concrete to fail and disintegrate, Sweetie’s orgasm broke through.

Oh… oh G-goddessess… I’m going… I’m going to~!

Sweetie felt her body acting of its own accord, lifting her plot off the couch in spasm. Her pink-purple tail lifted up high, lashing at the air like a wild flag waved by an over-excited filly cheerleader as she curved and arched her back, leaning hard into the cock-sandwich she was making with her father as she strained to instinctively present her plot as high as possible.

Sweetie thrust backward in time with the conclusive spasms she felt racing through her, each one concluding in a powerful, teeth-clenching wink of her fillyhood. Muscles she didn’t even know she had were pulling her virginal vaginal tunnel tight in milking throbs that flashed open her slender outer lips, revealing flicker after flicker of bright-pink, steaming-hot inner filly-flesh.

“Oh my!” Rarity grinned, the only pony well positioned to see her sister’s frenzied copulation with an invisible stallion, humping madly at the air.

“Eeeeep!” Squeaky Belle let out a desperate cry, unable to hold back whatever pressure was pushing, surging at her fillyhood. And that’s when the dam burst.

*Splat!*

*Splat!*

*Pitter pitter pitter…~*

The sound of wet, splashing, fillycum rocketing out in two distinct geysers to crash against the wood cabin floor, followed by the heavy remaining dribble of that fountain-like exertion filled everypony’s ears.

“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, ohmygosh....” Sweetie’s squeaks became faster, desperate as her face flushed even redder. She was mortified.

She’d never done that before. Wet herself!

And now she’d gone and done it in front of her dad and older sister!

She pulled away from Hondo’s horn kiss, still-shaking from the after-effects of her orgasm, face still contorting even as her tight little pussy continued to flutter weak half-winks.

“Ohmygosh I’m… I’m so sorry…!” Sweetie whined, looking behind herself, trying to see the steaming puddle of sticky filly juice she’d created.

“Sorry for what? Darling?” Rarity purred, stepping closer and brushing up against the side of her sister. “That was marvelous, I wish I had such explosive results from a mere horn-kiss!”

Sweetie’s ears folded against the base of her skull, she shrank in embarrassment, eyes flickering over to her sister. “I… I wet myself!”

Sweetie watched her older sister grin, a cocked eyebrow taunting her as she shook her head in amusement.

“Oh really?” Rarity’s hoof slipped lovingly down Sweetie’s side, faster than the teen could react, slipping down around her flank and dipping into the blossomed pink petals of her sex.

“Ahn~” Sweetie moaned, head slipping backward and eyes crossing in pleasure as her older sister’s hoof artfully slid along her inner-lips… just brushing against her love-nub, lingering there for perhaps a second too long before tantalizingly pulling away.

Rarity lifted her hoof up to her mouth, carefully licking it and savoring whatever she’d collected from Sweetie Belle’s honeyblossom.

“Mmm… delightful, Sweetie Belle. And certainly not anything to be ashamed of.”

“I… I…” Sweetie’s blush continued unabated, less from shame and more from a stunned reaction to having been hoofed and tasted by her older sister.

“If you’re going to be ashamed by anything, it should be denying our Father a view of the delectable blossoming he has wrought on his youngest’s once-pristine flower.” Rarity began to lift Sweetie up, using a combination of both a hoof and her own magic, twisting her slightly to coax her to turn about. “Come on! Up! Up! give our paternal stud a flash of your steaming bottom.”

Sweetie went along with it for a moment, her mind struggling to catch up with Rarity’s flow. She was almost all the way turned around, one leg on either side of her father’s seated lap, in the perfect position to give her patriarch a front-row seat to the dripping, flashing-pink, musk-coated mess that was her plotside… when she squeaked again, ears folding even flatter, before she grasped her own flagging tail and yanked it between her own legs, manually tucking it to occlude even a glimpse of her tailhole and fillyhood.

“W-wait!” Sweetie shamefully chirped.

Rarity clicked her tongue, and harumphed. “The time for modesty is long past, dear.”

“I said, wait.” Sweetie puffed her cheeks out, annoyed. “Sheesh. Is… is there any way we could do, uh, this… without you guys seeing my, uh… bits?”

Hondo tilted his head now, looking equally as confused as Rarity. “What’s wrong, Sweetieheart?”

Sweetie Belle, gulped, her eyes flicking from Rarity over to her father. Chewing the bottom of her lip, she mulled over her options… including screaming at the top of her lungs and running out of the cabin like a madmare. The moment for escape passed, her father’s caring glance too much to run from… and with a sigh, she confessed.

“I… I uh, I’m kind of… sensitive about how I look… down there.”

“Whatever for?” Rarity smiled, “From what I’ve seen you are simply stunning.”

“Rarity!” Sweetie huffed, shaking her head. “You don’t need to flatter! I… I know. I’m not like you or dad.” She sighed again, the dress making her blush, twiddling her hoof amongst the tailhairs she was clenching to her backside. “I’m not… black like dad… or snow-white like you… I’m… well… I’m…”

“Pink.” Both Rarity and Hondo answered at the same time, still confused.

“You both knew?” Sweetie chirped.

“Sweetie, I changed your diapers for almost two years. I got plenty of looks.” Hondo rolled his eyes, “Hay, I’ve probably rubbed more lotion on that tush than you have.”

“Dad! So weird.”

“Yes, Father, let’s not bring up diaper changing, please. Quite strange.” Rarity sniffed.

Hondo shrugged gesturing at his erect stallionhood, and his two daughters, each covered in types of his sexual fluids. “Oh… that’s weird. Sure.” He rolled his eyes.

“And I’ve known for ages, Sweetie. I helped change diapers too.” Rarity ignored their father, shaking her head in confusion at her younger sister. “Whatever is the matter with pink bits?”

Sweetie slumped. She wished she could curl into a ball. “They’re ugly. Diamond Tiara was telling us that the ugliest bits she’d ever seen were that weird monkey-creature’s of Twilight’s pink junk.” Sweetie stared at the ground, remembering the little gossip sessions with all her girlfriends. “Then all the girls started talking about how pink bits were weird, like the bits on a pig… I… I didn’t say anything.”

“Oh, Sweetie,” Rarity scoffed. “It sounds like your friends were describing animal bits more than pony-bits.” She giggled. “And even if they weren’t it’s all such silly stuff. Back in my day we used to titter about stallions and mares with red tackle. Let me assure you, a mare with a pink plotside is considered a rare, beautiful delicacy amongst my circles.”

“R-really?”

“Yes!” Rarity scoffed, muttering under her breath “Though, I am concerned about Twilight’s pet human flashing himself to teenaged fillies… Now quit being a silly-filly and let go of that tail.”

Sweetie gulped, looking back over her shoulder at her father, who was still waiting expectantly with that wonderful and warm smile. He nodded slightly at her.

Sweetie let go.

Her tail shot up. Her little waggling dock was still flagging almost painfully hard, as erect as Hondo’s big black ‘tail’.

She watched the wonder dawn over her Dad’s eyes as he got a complete view of her plot, only a few inches from his face, with her straddling him on the couch, her forehooves planted on his knees, and rear hooves spread wide on the couch for balance.

She’d inspected herself in the mirror, she had a good idea of what he was looking at.

Beneath the sweeping fall of her beautiful, though sweaty, pink and purple tail would first be the smoothness of her white underdock. An inner-curve of skin that was wonderfully sensitive, ending almost too quickly, shifting in tone from her coat’s white-cream color to a lightish pink as it ran up against the slender, tight ring of her tailhole.

Her ponut was small, diminutive even. The sides of the miniature ring barely grazed the pert-roundness of her athletic, tight glutes. The pink rosebud clenched tightly, the small wrinkles quivering as if they could feel the paternal gaze tracing over them.

Just below, after a couple of wrinkles of pinkish flesh, was another patch of smooth, untouched skin, only an inch or so, slick with dewy humidity from the sheer heat of her plot against the relatively cooler atmosphere… the perineal space just before her fillyhood.

The fillyhood itself rose from her backside like a small hill. She was small down there. Tight. The cleft of her exterior mons, the actual parting of her labia majora only a few inches, even in this engorged, aroused state. Her lips were puffy though, like two pink pillows, soft mounds that any stallion would love to rest his ‘head’ against.

And she was blossoming.

She could feel her inner lips, swollen with blood pushed from her throbbing heart, peeking out from inside the puffy outer lips, the deeper dark-pink outlining the cleft of her boiling inner-pussy.

Further down, and there was the pearl of her teenaged-sex. A fat little nub of an erect clitoris, visible even without winking, thrumming like a silent guardian in front of her drooling slit, demanding that any invader grind against it to plumb the soaking depths within.

He could probably even see her hanging teats from that angle. Nothing to drool over, not like her older sister’s beautiful mammaries… more just a couple of bumps, really. The white mounds were tipped by a pair of thin eraser-like nipples, both as hard as diamonds.

She felt her father’s breath against her, like a warm wash of wind. And she winked in response.

The flash of pink, of her love-petals opening up for her Dad, briefly tantalizing with a view into the twisting, oh-so-slender, steaming teen-cunt depths brought a swift reaction.

“Ah!” Sweetie squeaked yet again, as she felt a long, languid, lick against her backside.

Her Dad’s tongue.

Starting as far down as the top of her mound, its rough, flat-texture pulling all the way up and across her dripping exterior, not even pausing as it passed upwards, pulling against her tailhole and past her dock in one, delicious slurp.

“D-dad!” Sweetie yelped, arching her back like a cat.

“Sorry, Sweetieheart. Couldn’t resist.”

“Sheesh!”

“There’s nothing wrong with Father having a little taste.” Rarity clucked, tapping Sweetie petulantly on the nose, before turning to fix her father with a glare. “Except that my poor sister is already dripping with readiness. Really, Father, you mustn’t prolong the poor thing’s suffering!”

Suffering? Prolong? Sweetie’s mind tried following her sister’s strange terminology but its meaning was completely lost on her. All she did know that her body wanted something. Wanted it bad.

It wanted to be filled.

“I… I am ready.” Sweetie nervously mumbled. “I just… I don’t know how to start.”

Hondo glanced at Rarity, then back at Sweetie… as if unsure if he could make a suggestion. Before Rarity could cut him off, he threw out his idea. “How about you… just sit in your Dad’s lap?”

Rarity actually nodded, satisfied. “Exactly what I was going to suggest, Father!”

Sweetie let her hooves drop, plopping down onto her father’s groin with a wet squelch.

She felt the rigid hardness of Hondo’s shaft nestle itself between her buns, his heavy girth easily filling the tight space between her athletically-toned asscheeks and pressing up against her dock, his length stretching up the curve of her lower back to a rather concerning height.

“W-woah…” Sweetie moaned, finding her balance in the new position, wriggling backward. Her movements sandwiched the throbbing black flesh against her own plot, with hot-dripping, pink orifices kissing against equally hot black, girth cockbase flesh. Heat against heat. Pleasure nerves against pleasure nerves.

Grinding.

“Woah is… fuckin’ right.” Hondo grunted under his breath, taking his hooves and wrapping them around Sweetie’s waist, pulling her back against him.

His big muscular arms were so much larger than her, so much more powerful than her small body. And the pressure they created as they pulled her upturned-butt and the exposed flesh of her sex against his base in a grinding hump was beyond intense.

“Mmmf!” Sweetie’s eyes shut briefly, her head tilting back at the stimulation.

“No no no!” Rarity’s scolding brought them both back to reality. “Like that Sweetie has no agency! She’s at your whim!” Rarity’s horn scorched into life. “Plus… I can’t see a thing.”

Sweetie Belle’s eyes snapped back open as she felt the telltale lift of a telekinetic field. Rarity was pulling her up and away from her father’s grasp.

“A filly should be able to ride her first time, don’t you think?” Rarity hummed, lifting her sister further up.

Sweetie could feel her father’s massive stallionhood pressing against the small of her back. She glanced back, to see that Rarity was using her levitation on it as well, trying to maneuver it so that it would slip under Sweetie’s body, instead of up along her back. Not an easy feat when it stretched nearly two feet up in the air.

But Rarity was a skilled unicorn, and lifting her sister up some twenty inches while simultaneously pressing down her father’s erection was well within her abilities.

There was a brief moment, right as Sweetie finally reached the critical height, and Hondo’s stallionhead slipped under her.

A brief moment where the huge, mottled-pink cockhead slid past her plotside. The steaming, pre-ejaculate burbling head tracing a burning bath over her ponut… its protruding dome pressing into her lips, tantalizingly shocking her with just how huge it was… before sliding past and under.

And just like that, Rarity snapped off her field.

Letting Sweetie drop onto her father’s log of a black, throbbing sausage.

Straddling it.

The thick curve of the penis buried itself into her sopping, plump lips, squishing them out of the way and grinding up against her clitoral bud, a battle of erect, iron-hard flesh.

“Ahhnn!” Sweetie Belle quivered, shifting her legs, mashing more of her pussy along the dorsal side of her father’s middle shaft, riding him… Polishing him like some kind of wet chamois along an iron rod.

“There we are!” Rarity grinned. “Now Sweetie… ride him.”

Sweetie had never ridden anything before.

When you have a friend with the kind of buzzing wingpower and scooter-skills that Scootaloo did, learning how to ride a bike was sort of low on your list of priorities.

Sweetie didn’t know how to ride.

But her body did.

Like a dog shamefully dragging its butt across the carpet, Sweetie squatted down further, letting all of her weight rest on her haunches, further digging the curve of Hondo’s shaft up into the plump, moist, steaming-pink squishiness of her aroused fillyhood.

“Mmmf!” Sweetie moaned out, feeling the ebony-black cockflesh press into her throbbing lovebutton. Her teen filly-clit was pounding, each beat of her racing heart making it quiver out in its almost fully protruded state. The sticky mix of filly-cum and stallion-pre sizzled at the red-hot connection between bud and shaft.

It feels… so good!

Sweetie pivoted her hips instinctively, trying to put more of her aching sex in contact with that wonderful pole of meat grinding against it, leaning forward ever so slightly, her butt shifted backward along Hondo’s trapped cock, slathering him in his youngest daughter’s sticky arousal as she slid along him.

“Oh Sweetie…” Hondo breathed with wonder, placing a hoof on the small of his daughter’s back to guide her.

But Sweetie didn’t need guidance. She couldn’t even feel her father’s steadying hoof against her back. The flare of sheer pleasure from grinding into her Dad’s dick had blanked out everything else: sliding along him felt amazing.

She wanted more.

“Ah… ahn~!” Sweetie moaned, starting to rock back and forth, her back arching and straightening as she slid up and down, in a steady rhythm, polishing the same three inches of her father’s cock. Each time Sweetie slid forward, sitting more upright... until her protruding nub of a clit popped free from the friction of the cock-grind, before reversing direction and becoming more horizontal… until her steaming tailhole broke its lewd kiss with the honey-coated slickness of Hondo’s thick penis.

Back and forth.

Over and over.

“She’s a natural.” Rarity grinned, stepping right into the action, her face hovering just a few inches from Hondo’s lap, taking in the wild sight of incestuous foreplay. “Her button is larger even than Mother’s! And she slides like she was on ice!” Rarity looked past Sweetie Belle, looking over at Hondo. “I think my sister will have a natural affinity for cowpony style.”

Rarity grinned, then moved her face to right between Hondo’s knees. Sweetie looked down at her through the haze of pleasure that shrouded her vision like a fog, unfocusing her with each pulsing grind.

“Ahn~!” Sweetie tossed her head back, throwing her sweaty mane across her face. Hondo had placed his other hoof on her other asscheek, and was now pulling her tight little flanks apart, exposing even more of her plotside to the grinding friction over his veiny, bumpy erection.

“Sweetie…” Rarity’s voice brought the teen-filly’s languid, dizzy eyes back forward. She could see Rarity pressed in against Hondo’s mottled-pink cockhead, her dainty nose lewdly booping against the stallion’s extreme tip when each angry-red throb of his heart pulsed his monstrous appendage a quarter-inch larger. “...you must try to ride a little longer. Slide further, darl-.”

Rarity’s advice was cut off mid-sentence as Hondo bucked slightly, bouncing Sweetie up and back down, sending a detonation of pleasure through her system. He had shifted his whole cock an inch forward, jamming his stallionhead against Rarity’s lips.

The skillful seductress didn’t miss a beat, however. Parting her lips, she took the dome-tip protrusion of his head into her mouth. Sweetie watched her older sister suckle their father’s cocktip for the briefest of moments, before artistically swirling her pink tongue as much as it could extend around his end, rolling it out like an unfurled flag of muscle.

Just as quickly, Rarity finished her suckle and returned her attention to Sweetie.

“Darling,it would be a waste to not make use of all that delicious sliding-space wouldn’t it? Father is such a large stud, after all.”

Sweetie groaned, trying to think how she could slid further without losing her balance. It was hard to think. Hard to move. Hard to breathe.

Hard to do anything except languish in the enrapturing pleasure of her teen-pussy grinding against her daddy’s-dick.

But she did.

Rarity’s clear blue eyes were watching her.

She didn’t want to let her beloved older sister down. She wanted to make her proud.

Slowly, shakily, Sweetie adjusted her forehooves, making sure they were well-positioned to take the bulk of her weight, carefully balancing them on her father’s strong knees, sturdy rocks in this erotic storm. With her body steadied, she started to slide.

Pushing backward at first, she quickly broke new territory, leaving the well-oiled patch of cock-shaft she’d thoroughly polished, her pink lips slathering new, stickier skin as she slid further down her father’s pulsing black erection.

A huge, tall bump dug through her flesh as she went: her father’s medial ring was impossibly large. Even larger was the trunk-like base below it. It was hard to truly focus on the sensations flooding her, but her father’s base-girth was so wide she could scarcely feel the curvature of his stallionhood against her. It was more like she was sliding along some kind of obscene table-surface of erectile tissue, his pole’s circumference was so huge.

And then she bumped into his groin.

“Oh, babe!” Hondo groaned. It was the first time he’d called Sweetie that. His powerful hooves dug into her pert glute-muscles, squeezing as they pulled her tight against him, bringing her tight little tailhole wetly kissing against his pubic tuft.

Sweetie was almost horizontal. Hovering in a bridge-position over the whole of her father’s length. She could feel its heat against her belly, her chest. It brought her head down, nearly face to face with her older sister… currently lashing their father’s pre-juice burbling urethra with a series of darting kisses and skillful licks.

Rarity nodded at her, winking impishly as she kept at her teasing erotic assault.

Sweetie swallowed, steeling herself as she began to reverse direction, digging the tips of her hooves into those sturdy dad-knees, she began to pull herself back up the long, steamy road she’d just traversed, inch by tantalizing inch… having to pull against the clinging grasp of her father as well.

She bumped back over that thumping medial ring, one of her eyes twitching unconsciously from pleasure-overload as she did so… back to the grinding pole-sized area she’d frequented earlier… and beyond.

Up, up, up.

Further along his lengthy upper shaft, past where his black cock-skin broke into speckles of pink, before finally transforming into the burning reddish-pink tone that signified the last three inches of his glorious length.

Like a squeegee dredging a thick wave of fluid, Sweetie’s tight fillyhood-lips sent a torrent of her and Hondo’s juices spilling up the shaft. They would have splashed right into Rarity’s face, if not for the massive bloom of Hondo’s flare-edge, a bell-like protrusion that diverted the spray into a sprinkle that trickled off from all sides.

Rarity still managed to catch some of it — her tongue was almost a blur.

Sweetie felt her clitoris mash against the underside of Hondo’s glans ridge, their two most sensitive nerve-concentrations coming together at the end of the erotic slide in a kiss so potent it stung.

“F-ffff!” The curse died on Sweetie Belle’s lips as she dug her front teeth into her lower lip and squeezed her eyes closed, the building ache in her loins once again reaching a crescendo.

She didn’t feel like a filly anymore.

She felt like… like some kind of Goddess of the bedchamber. Riding her impressive stud, marking him, coating him in her. That dim fear and anxiety was buried under so many layers of want, of need… of burning biological mechanisms, it wasn’t even a memory.

She was Sweetie Belle. She was a mare.

“Y-yes!” Sweetie gasped, sweat launching from her brow as she tossed her mane backward, thrusting forward again to mash her clitoris against her father’s ridge a second time, without fear of the sensation. “Yes, Dad!”

“Good girl, Sweetie!” Rarity purred, breaking her suckle, her impish eyebrows arching with mischief. “You deserve… a reward.”

Rarity’s horn crackled into blue, humming life, and a field leapt forward… encircling and grasping around the teenaged filly’s pulsing, red-hot, lovebud.

AH! F-FUCK!

“FUCK!” The thought screamed out of Sweetie’s gut — the sensation far too intense to be stifled by her usual aversion to vulgarity.

Her clitoris was buzzing!

It felt like that one time she tried pressing one of Rarity’s purloined sex toys against her belly-button as a lark, clicking the button and giggling at the ticklish hum of the horn-shaped vibrator before passing it over to Applebloom and Scootaloo, all three laughing about the naughty too throughout their slumber-party.

Except this was way more powerful.

Faster. A higher frequency.

Charged. Crackling with sparks of magical energy.

Hot. Pulsing in waves of warm heat.

And completely centered and surrounding her clit.

It was like the field had been sent to her love-nub’s very base. Deep into her body. Making sure every nerve ending of the ur-pleasure centerpiece of feminine joy was fully saturated.

“S-SHIttTTtT!” A second screaming slur escaped Sweetie’s lips before her every muscle locked down, tightening in a paroxysm of pure pleasure overload. She could feel her insides scrambling, her vaginal walls clenching and releasing in tonic-clonic convulsions. She could sense the flood of stupefying pleasure neurochemicals flooding her cortex, washing out her conscious thoughts as she struggled to hold on.

The avalanche was starting, and there was no way to stop it.

“Ruh… rA… Rah” Sweetie Belle’s eyes crossed and uncrossed as she stupidly tried to form her sister’s name, to beg her to release the pleasure spell she’d conjured up, quivering and grinding autonomically against her father.

But Rarity simply grinned and observed, slowly standing up to all four hooves.

“Go on then, Sweetie. Let go. Cum.”

Sweetie’s left eye rolled, her mouth drooped open and her tongue slipped out of her panting mouth. Hot, steaming breaths huffed in and out of her as she sucked air, trying to feed the enormous strain of oxygen needed to supply her screaming muscles as they spasmed in desperation, overloaded by the pleasure flow from her genitalia.

“Ahn… ahn~.... AHN…. AHHHHHHHHHHNNN~!!!” Sweetie’s choked moans grew and grew, until they were a scream.

She was cumming.

Hard.

A screaming crackle of green energy fountained from the tip of her horn — the cascade of magical showers from a particularly potent unicorn culmination known colloquially as ‘the sparkles’. Her green eyes morphed in their sockets, turning into heart-shaped irises as her conscious mind fully melted away into bliss, relinquishing control to the sapphic pleasure flooding every neural path.

Her fillyhood winked.

Again and again.

Each time spilling thick, messy splatters of steaming-hot filly cum into her father’s lap. Leaving hot puddles of juice to pool where flesh met flesh. Her back arched, in and out, convex and concave, in time with each wracking spasm as her pussy milked the absent stallionhood it desperately wished to be filled with.

“Quick! Forward, Sweetie!” Rarity’s magical light dimmed, relinquishing the vibrating clitoral spell to grasp her with telekinesis. It was no longer needed, Sweetie’s powerful orgasm continuing unabated.

With her sister’s gentle, guiding tug, Sweetie allowed herself to be led off the couch, taken just a few steps forward to the coffee table that sat in between all of the furniture. Her forelegs mounted up onto the table, her rear legs shakily planted on the cabin floor as she dismounted her father and took up a prime stance: legs wide, winking teenaged plot tilted up in the air, tail flagged high, and forebody braced.

A stance to be bred.

“Now, Father! While she’s peaking!” Rarity screeched.

Sweetie could barely pay attention, only hearing the clatter of hooves behind her as she focused instead on the falling drips of drool and sweat from her face to the glass top of the coffee table below. She had no mental space to do anything other than groan and thrust her hips up, to present her orgasming body to the world.

Begging for a suitor.

*KLUNK KLUNK*

Two heavy hooves fell on either side of her own, the unshorn fetlocks of a white-coated stud dimly familiar in her mind, and yet too hard to grasp firmly.

It didn’t matter, whoever it was, they were covering her. Mounting her.

Sweetie squealed and wriggled under him, instinct taking over and making her spread even wider, lift her bottom even higher: the fact that her stud’s chest barely touched her back meant he was big. Much bigger than her. Some ancient calculator deep in her hippocampus shifted her fertile teenaged hips and tilted them to the extreme, aligning for what would likely be a downward thrust.

A large downward thrust.

“Puh… PuhleeEAAAAAAAAAAAAHN~!” Sweetie’s whining, begging plea was cut off mid utterance.

…

Hondo had good aim and good dexterity.

It also helped that his stalliontip was also being guided to its steaming, winking-pink filly-teen snatch by his oldest daughter’s telekinetic field.

Sweetie felt a terrible, rending pinch. Her slender, tight little lips being spread so wide, so suddenly, asked to take something far beyond its normal capacity.

But Rarity’s plan worked.

Taken mid-feralorgasm, at its widest, most desperate wink. With her mind awash with pleasure-lust in chemical and magical form… Sweetie welcomed the pleasure-pain of her father’s huge, bulbous head straining… stretching… parting…

And penetrating into the tight, pink confines of her teenage-snatch, the first three inches of his massive cock being wrapped tighter than a latex hoof-glove on a surgeon by his youngest’s pulsing pussy-flesh.

Rarity’s smile was wide, the moans of her sister and father music to her ears.

“Just as planned.”

Author's Note

JUST AS PLANNED.

(I fully expect to see Death Note pictures in the comments).

Rarity is such a good big sister. Planning all this out.

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