Daddy's Little Princess, All Grown Up
When a stallion gets to a certain age he tends to look forward to his birthday less and less as the years pass, however, this was not the case for Shining Armor. Being married to the princess of love did come with certain perks, and one of these was that once a year, on his birthday, she allowed—hell practically encouraged him—to take a train to another city, go to a strip club, and do as he pleased with some younger mare (or buck, she didn’t judge), and take full advantage of the services, no matter what those services may be. It wasn’t that he wasn’t excited by his wife any more or that the sex was declining, it was that Cadance knew that the way to keep a stallion leashed best was to give him the occasional time to roam. Let him do things like this every so often and he would never be truly unfaithful. If anything, their sex was more passionate for Shining than ever, not every stallion who is starting to get grey in his mane still has a mare who looks like she is in her mid-thirties; more perks of an alicorn wife.
Though he was getting older, Shining still liked to see himself as the virile stud he used to be, and to an extent he still was. He was still in good health, and he performed just as well in bed as he did when he helped make Flurry Heart. However, a few months into his daughter’s life, he and his wife decided it would be best if he had a vasectomy, because, while they loved their baby girl, they never wanted to go through this again. It was the next year that Cadance decided to start giving her husband his favorite birthday gift, “The Night of No Strings and No Questions” as she referred to it. It soon became one of his favorite traditions, and each year he tried to find a new club in a new city. Shining had decided that tonight he would try Manehatten, he hadn’t gone there for about a decade, back when Flurry was in her angsty teen years.
The night was young, and the moon had just started to peek over some of the cities mid rises when he departed the train station and hailed a cab. Being married to a princess meant he had a practically unlimited budget for the night, so why would he waste time walking? This also meant he could afford to go to the classier clubs if he wanted and could treat a mare to a night at a luxury hotel instead of some seedy motel or back alley. In the time since he last visited, many of the clubs he remembered fondly were either no longer there or not as enjoyable as he remembered. Eventually he made his way into one of the newer clubs, and for the first time that night he liked what he saw.
Before he could even get into the club proper, he had to climb a flight of stairs, large and steep enough he couldn’t see into the main room from the entrance. When he got to the top he was asked to pay an entrance fee, and after he did the curtain was peeled back and he was let into a room filled with magically generated fog and flashing lights, though a dim, ambient glow filled the room. The DJ was playing a remix of a grungy rock song he hadn’t heard since he had first joined the guard, and the whole place seemed to have a vaguely punk aesthetic about it. Shining was informed he could watch the stage from a distance for free but if he wanted to use the seats in front of the stage he was required to tip at least one bill per song to the mare on stage (while most ponies used bits for everyday transactions, the wealthier citizens had been using bank notes for transactions for years now). He decided to purchase a light drink to get his time started and waited until a new dancer got on stage before sitting in the front row.
That night alone he had seen plenty of strippers try way to hard to be appealing, but this mare had something natural about her, some raw sensuousness that he could barely resist. In this lighting he couldn’t quite tell what color her pale coat was, however he could easily see and admire both her mane and tail, which were steaks of black and gold, though they were crisp and vibrant enough that he doubted that was their natural shade. The dancer was wearing a leather cap, a matching low cut jacket with fur lining on the back of the neck, mismatched stockings on her forelegs, worn out denim shorts, and a pair of thigh high heels that got Shining’s wheels spinning. Everything that wasn’t her faded out of his perception when she looked him straight in the eyes and blew him a kiss
She spun around the pole with a grace unparalleled by any mare he’d seen short of his wife, and before Shining knew it he’d already thrown a few bills on stage. Hell, she hadn’t even taken anything off yet. He already knew, this was the one. The first thing to go was her hat (revealing even more of her luxurious mane) and she used the magic of her horn to throw it right at his hooves. The dancer pressed underside against the pole and straddled it a little, only ever glancing away from him before going back with what seemed to be a burning passion in her eyes. He knew it was probably just an act, but damn was it working. More money was flung at her. She smirked and began to peel off the jacket, slowly and teasingly bringing it down her shoulders and turning away from him, giving Shining a great view off her backside as she shrugged the rest of it off and then used her hindlegs to kick it towards the edge of the stage, close enough that if he leaned forward he could’ve smelled it.
It was at that moment he realized… That mare had wings. And a horn. Which with only one Alicorn that age in all of Equestria… He was staring at his daughter, and he could only assume she knew right from the start. What stallion his age could honestly say they hadn’t looked at their little filly all grown up and seen just a little too much of his mare in her? Who couldn’t say they didn’t wish they could teach that same filly how a buck should treat a lady; give them a rutting they’ll remember every time some other stallion tries to measure up. Where other bucks might’ve chickened out, Shining stayed steadfast. His wife’s rules were very clear. Anypony, anypony at all. Even more importantly, no questions asked. He threw even more money onto the stage and she looked back and grinned. She definitely knew. And knowing that made him want this even more.
Flurry Heart worked the pole like a pro (which her father supposed, by definition, she was) and might as well have been pulling the money out of his wallet as she went about her business. After showcasing her wings for a bit, she took the belt out of her shorts and acted as if she were binding herself with it, using her magic to tighten it around her forehooves and using it to grip the pole as she spun and gyrated her hips more. Her shorts fell down her flanks a little, but she pulled them up whenever more than the string of her thong became visible. Shining decided to try a ballsy move, levitating a bill over towards her flank. She smiled at him smugly, pulling the string away from herself and letting him slip the bill against her ass snugly. A few more exchanges like this and she ditched the shorts too, revealing she also had her teats in a lacy bikini that matched her thong.
He was in awe. Shining had been through plenty of incredibly sensual things, but never before had he known it was possible to get this aroused. However, he felt more than that. He felt proud. That was his little filly. He made that beautiful mare who was rubbing that pole between her teats. Even though she was a princess and money was no object, she had found a way to sustain herself and was damn good at it. A bit more teasing and that bikini came off, exposing her perky (and very visibly aroused) breasts for all in the room to see.
What happened next surprised him somewhat; She walked off the stage and towards him mid-song. She leaned in real close and whispered into his ear, “Private dance after this daddy,” and gestured towards another area of the club. He nodded, and when he did she wrapped her forehoof around his horn, pulled his muzzle between her teats, and then shoved him back against his seat with both her forehooves on his shoulders. More money was thrown on stage, and not just by him. Clearly other people had also found the display quite arousing.
The rest of the dance felt like a blur to Shining Armor, and before he knew it he was following his daughter into the booths made for private shows. He paid the bouncer the necessary fee, and they were ushered in. He never thought they day would come where he would get a lap dance from his own daughter, but holy shit was he loving this idea. She wrapped her forelegs around his shoulders and began to straddle him, finally asking, “What’s this all about daddy? It’s quite a fun surprise seeing you here, but aren’t you kinda… cheating on mom?” He blushed a moment before finally opening his mouth to explain the whole situation, including how his birthday tradition got started all those years ago. His daughter grinded against him the whole while before finally getting a mischievous grin on her face and asking, “So, I’m your mare for the night, huh? Well, I don’t normally do this, but since you’re my daddy and it’s your birthday… I think I’ll let you take me back to your hotel, free of charge. One of a kind discount on my services. Tell me where you’re at and I’ll try to wrap up my shift ASAP and meet you at your room.”
He gave her his hotel’s address and his room number before the song was over and the two were ushered out of the room (he had only payed for one private dance after all). After he left the club he hailed a cab, more excited for this escapade than any he’d had in the past. When he got to his room ,he decided he would quickly whack one off, seeing as how he was already about to burst and he wanted to give his daughter a real rutting, not just a few pumps. A good call as it only took about 5 strokes before he had to clean up his spunk with a tissue from the nightstand. From their he decided to spend the rest of his wait on his room’s balcony, looking out at the moonlit Manehatten night. He stared out at the skyline, taking in as much of the scene and the breeze as possible. He found himself zoning off, unsure of how much time had passed before his reverie was interrupted by a knock on the hotel room door, the same knock that he knew from all the years of wanting to sleep with mommy and daddy to keep the nightmares away.
He let his daughter inside, and was happy to see she had that obnoxious dye out of her mane and tail. She gave him an affectionate nuzzle as she walked in, taking in the look of the room. “Swanky” she said, and Shining nodded; that had been the feel he was going for. Flurry saw the open door to the balcony and asked, “Care to join me for a smoke?”
He looked back at her, thinking for a moment before saying, “I think most dads would tell you that’s bad for you, but most dad’s wouldn’t be in this situation anyway, so fuck it. I haven’t had a cigarette in years, though back in my guard days we used to eat them like candy.” He let out a soft chuckle, only halfway joking. The two stepped outside, enjoying the cool night air. Flurry lit up first before passing a smoke to her dad and leaning in close to ignite it with hers. Shining Armor took in a deep breath, enjoying the feel of the nicotine hitting his lungs. As they stood there they got to talking and came up with their plan for the night.
Flurry Heart looked absolutely divine draped over the mattress, the curves of her flank presented before her father, and while she was lovely dressed it was time to get those clothes off of her. While the unicorn could just use his telekinesis, he gripped the hem of her shorts with his teeth as he pulled them down her hindlegs, deciding it was more intimate this way. Shining pulled them down to her knees before moving his head back up and giving his daughter a nice, long lick across her marehood through her thong, her dripping cunt giving him but a taste of what was to come. She let out a throaty moan as his tongue rubbed between her folds and her clit started to wink. Before giving her slit any more attention though, he decided to undo the bikini covering her teats and nibble at them teasingly while rubbing his horn against her eager cunt.
This went on for maybe a minute before he finally pulled down her thong, leaving his daughter completely exposed to him. He moved back up and gave her clit a tender kiss before mounting her, nestling his barrel snugly between her wings. Shining poked and prodded at her entrance with his cock, giving tender nibbles along her neck, mane and ears as he saw fit. Flurry moaned and began to grind against him, softly squeezing his balls with her magic, trying to coax him past the realm of foreplay. While he picked up on her hints, he instead decided to slip his cock between her teats, using his magic to rub them together against his shaft, letting her clit wink against him, her slit pleading to be filled with her father’s length. More gentle nips and licks at her before she finally moaned out those wonderful words; “Fuck me, daddy!”
Shining Armor smirked and let out a chuckle. “As you wish, princess.” He pulled himself back a little and used his magic to spread her folds before plunging his tip inside of her. The sensation for both of them was indescribable to any who hadn’t experienced it, or at least not describable in any meaningful way. It felt less like that hole had been made by him and more that it had been made for him. Her cunt fit him like a glove and was just tight enough while still being able to handle his not unimpressive size. She leaned in and bit down on the pillow to muffle her moans as he pressed his forehooves into her shoulders and bit down on her mane to get good leverage for his thrusts. He started gentle at first, but when it became apparent she could handle herself he started to quickly pick up the pace.
His daughter began to thrust her hips back at him, enjoying every bit of sensation she could out of his girthy rod. She wasn’t used to have clients that were actually a challenge, but it was nice to know she wasn’t going to have to fake this one. Her love button rubbed against his shaft, every wink giving them both a euphoric pleasure. Flurry swished her tail against her dad’s underside and her wings were bristling with excitement. She pulled at the sheets with her hooves as her slit clamped down and she squirted all over her dad’s cock.
The unicorn was glad he had rubbed one off so recently, as if he hadn’t, that would’ve been the end of things, right then and there. He grunted as he tugged back on his daughter’s mane, pulling her muzzle away from the pillow as he doubled on his efforts. As her head raised into the air she couldn’t contain herself, moaning and yelling “daddy” in varying tones of sultry as he jackhammered away at her cunt. Over the next half hour or so he continued to fuck her hard, giving her three more orgasms before filling his little princess’ womb with his spunk. As he wrapped his forehooves around her neck and snuggled close to her, she leaned back and nuzzled into him before saying, “Happy birthday, daddy. Don’t expect a discount like this every year though, okay?”
