Daddy Dearest

Hanging his head and trudging up to the front door, Bow rummaged around in his pocket. It hadn’t been a particularly bad day, but the full week’s worth of work and Windy’s absence made things tedious. Without anyone to split chores with, since his wife was off visiting family for the better part of a month, he’d been left to do all the cooking and cleaning for himself. Having retrieved his key, he mechanically extended his arm towards the lock, heard the door swing open, and was tackled to the ground.

“Daddy!” a familiar, yet strangely joyful voice exclaimed, while the world spun around him.

Being ambushed at the doorstep of his home would have been jarring enough, but precisely whom had knocked him over really threw him for a loop. The prismatic mane, cerulean coat, and cerise eyes were unmistakable, although the behavior of his attacker was wholly unusual. Wriggling in place, peering down at the mare affixed to his chest, his heart skipped a beat. Somehow, as impossible as it seemed, he’d been affectionately assaulted by…

“Dash?” he blurted, as she rubbed her face against his neck.

“Daddy!” she repeated, craning her neck up and peppering his jaw with kisses. “I missed you so, so much, Daddy! It felt like it took forever for you to get home!”

Wriggling beneath her, getting his hands on her shoulders, Bow gently pushed her up and off himself. Fortunately for him, she took the hint, beat her wings, and hopped up to her feet, but that’s when he noticed just how bizarre the situation really was. Not only was his precious daughter acting strange, but she looked like a bawdy parody of her usual self.

While her height was the same, being relatively short, her figure had changed substantially. Her once modest chest had ballooned to obscene proportions, bearing bosoms nearly as large as her head, yet the changes didn’t stop there. The pouting lips, ample hips, thick thighs, and soft curves elevated her femininity to an absurd degree, making her look more like a porn star than a top-tier athlete. Staring up at her in open awe, wondering what in the hay had happened to her, he shakily stood.

“Dash, is that really you?” he inquired in disbelief, trying and failing not to peer at her barely covered rack.

Without skipping a beat, she leapt forward and wrapped her arms around him. “It’s me, Daddy, I pinkie promise!”

Hesitantly returning the embrace, keenly aware of her tits squishing against him, he softly patted her back. “What in the world happened?”

“I dunno,” she sighed, holding him tightly. “Something Twilight tried didn’t work out right, but it’s ok. She, like, told me I should come and stay with you and mom until she figures it out or something, but I totally don’t mind!”

Contentedly twisting her torso from side to side, delighted to see him, what few thoughts she had fixated on the wonderful stallion that was her one and only Daddy. She really didn’t know what Twilight had done to her, although it may have been the best thing to happen in her entire life! She felt super sexy, way better than she had prior to her transformation, and it was like all of life’s troubles and concerns had disappeared.

While she definitely didn’t understand what Twilight had done to her, or why the Princess had done it, she knew that her friend had been worried about her. After being teleported to her parents’ house, she discovered that both her mom and dad were missing. It took her a little while to put the pieces together, ultimately realizing that her folks were probably at work, but she’d ultimately done her best to occupy herself.

Since Twilight had told her not to go anywhere, she’d had every intention to go and watch some television - that was, until she noticed the wedding photo of Bow and Windy. Seeing the two upon the altar, kissing one another, her heart swelled. One day, if she was really, really lucky, she might just be able to get a stallion like her Daddy. Musing on the happy couple, imagining herself in her mother’s palace, an idea hit her out of nowhere - why find someone like her Daddy when she could have her Daddy himself!

Her plan was nothing less than genius, easily the most intelligent decision she’d ever come up with, but it required a few simple steps. For starters, she’d need to make herself presentable for Bow - secondly, and most prudently, she’d have to appeal to his stallionly needs - all of his stallionly needs. Rushing to her parents’ room, stripping out of the oversized t-shirt and shorts Twilight had scavenged for her, she dashed to her mom’s dresser.

Windy, much like her typical self, was neither too tall nor too busty, yet that wasn’t going to stop her. Squeezing into a tube top that was several sizes too small, and wriggling into a skirt that barely covered her big, bodacious booty, she donned her purloined ensemble in no time flat - sure, she may have neglected to put on panties or a bra, but what wasn’t all that important. Just as she was getting ready to leave, to lay in wait for her precious Daddy to return home from work, she was stricken with yet another idea - what good would a nice outfit be without makeup?

Peeking into the master bathroom, praying her mom kept some cosmetics on hand, she found just what she was looking for. Stashed away in the medicine cabinet, likely having been abandoned for several years, she found some neon pink lipstick, eyeliner, and some blush. Though she had precious little experience anointing herself with beauty products, she’d seen Rarity apply makeup plenty of times.

It took everything she had not to grin from ear to ear, as she carefully beautified herself before the mirror. The lipstick looked absolutely stunning, accentuating her plush kisser, and the eyeliner looked just as nice. In less than thirty minutes, she’d gone from looking silly and out of place, wearing the ill-fitted clothes, to downright gorgeous - just a bit slutty, but gorgeous nonetheless. She’d barely finished up and sat down, immeasurably pleased with herself, before she’d heard someone walking up to the front door...

“So - uh -” Bow began, snapping her from her apparently airheaded reverie. Uncomfortably rubbed his neck, keeping his eyes glued on the safe, unarousing ground, he shifted in place. “Do you want to go in and sit? Maybe you can-”

“Can I sit in your lap?” Dash squealed, cutting him off and grabbing his wrist.

Virtually hauling him behind herself, she cheerfully hummed and swung her hips from side to side. He really was the best Daddy ever, always looking after her and cheering her on, but it had taken Twilight’s experiment for her to fully realize it. While a part of her was remorseful that she hadn’t spent more time with him, cherishing him as strongly as he cherished her, she wasn’t too sad - after all, she’d have the rest of her life to make it up to him. Moving through the foyer and towards the couch, she peered over her shoulder and slowed.

“Daddy, is everything alright?” she quietly asked.

Ripping his eyes off her ass, Bow swallowed hard. “I...it’s fine, Honey. I was just - um…”

Doing his level best to concoct an excuse for why he’d been ogling her rear, he fell silent. The skirt she was wearing was clearly not designed for her. The flimsy garment clung to her backside like a second skin, coming short of fully covering her buns and leaving him to speculate on if she was wearing any underwear. It would have been bad enough to find himself lustfully admiring anyone, but the fact that he’d been checking out his own daughter was mortifying.

He’d always done his best to be a good father and husband, steering clear of any potential homewreckers or questionable individuals, yet he was not prepared to come home to the absolute bombshell of a mare that used to be his slim, trim daughter. If he didn’t know any better, judging from her appearance and how out of character she was acting, he could have sworn she wasn’t really Dash.

Suppressing a shudder, peering over at her face, he knit his brow. “How do I know that you’re really Rainbow Dash - my Rainbow Dash?”

“Y...you don’t believe me?” she pouted, pulling his hand to her chest.

“It’s not that I - uh…” The sensation of her soft breasts against his finger gave him a sent blood coursing to his stallionhood.

It wasn’t like he got much action from his wife, seeing as how she wasn’t as enthusiastic as she once was, which made the situation all the more compromising. Unable to look away, just then noticing her areolas peeking from under her top, he felt his stallionhood twitch. Daughter or not, there was no denying how attractive the young mare was, yet that brought him to another issue - he didn’t want to upset her.

“Maybe we can talk about it when we sit down, alright?” he sighed, carefully inching by her.

Reaching the sofa, he seated himself. Sadly, in his haste to clear his head and figure out what in the hay was going on, he neglected one small detail - she was still holding his hand. Flopping down, he inadvertently set her off balance and pulled her over his lap. Her fall couldn’t have been more scandalous, with her skirt riding up her tush to expose her bare ass. Lying over his legs, lengthwise on the couch, she giggled like a school filly.

“You’re not planning on giving me a spanking are you?” she snickered, playfully wiggling atop him.

She felt as though she’d just been sad about something, maybe something her precious Daddy had said or done, but she just couldn’t remember what it was! Smiling to herself, turning her head towards him, she noticed a blush creeping into his cheeks. Aside from being an absolute stud, the perfect specimen of what a stallion should be, one of his best traits was how silly he could be! Only then reminded that he’d promised to let her sit on his lap, pining to spend some quality time with him, she twisted in place and pushed herself up.

As she carefully got into position, with her derriere situated squarely on his groin, she spread her legs, kicked them over his, and made herself comfortable. The feeling of his broad, warm chest against her back was amazing, the things little fillies dreamt of, yet she wanted more. Grabbing his wrists, she lifted his arms and rested his hands on her soft inner thighs.

Tilting her head back, bringing her face just beside his, she pecked the end of his muzzle. “How was work today, Daddy?”

“It w...was a...alright,” he stammered, fending off the temptation to squeeze the tender meat of her upper legs. “N...nothing too hard…”

Sweet, merciful Celestia, what had he done to deserve this? What is some sort of a test? Some infernal trial to see if he was faithful to Windy? Had he somehow died on his way home from work? Could he have dozed off and slipped into some twisted, perverse dreamscape? He had too many questions and not nearly enough answers, but he was sure of one thing - like it or not, his body was taking note of the young siren against him.

Possibly the most egregious facet to the entire depraved scenario was that he’d been trying to abstain from anything lewd in Windy’s absence. It was pretty rare that he and his wife got to have a good time, what with their age, varying schedules, and the slightly dulled passion between them, but he’d been saving up an absolutely tremendous load for his mate. He’d intended to take her out for a night on the town, wining and dining her like they’d done as teens, before bringing her home and making love to her - at least that had been the plan, before he’d come face to face with quite possibly the hottest mare he’d ever met.

“Well, I’m…” Dash trailed off, feeling something prod her rear.

The questioning look on her face disappeared, replaced by an utterly sinful smirk. She may not have been the sharpest bulb in the drawer, but she knew good and gosh darn well what was pressed against her. Gyrating slightly, seeing the distressed, flustered expression on the stud’s face, she rubbed her moistening loins against his crotch.

“Daddy,” she began, “do you want a little help with that?”

Peeking down at her, seeing her top shift to reveal one diamond-hard nipple, he stiffened in more ways than one. Snaking down his pant leg, struggling against the fabric, his stallionhood grew to full mast. To say that the situation was awkward would be a complete understatement, as two wholly different portions of his mind vied for dominance.

His paternal instincts demanded to know what he was doing, popping wood over his own flesh and blood, but his natural, stallionly urges, taking a keen interest in the healthy, doubtlessly fertile mare shamelessly grinding her loins against his erection begged him to seize the moment and plow her brains out. Feeling like the man in the middle, pulled between diametrically opposed impulses, he was spared an ignominious fate, or so he thought. As Dash unseated herself, standing and sauntering over to the entertainment center, she casually dropped to her knees, bent forward, and began rifling around through the assortment of DVDs.

“I haven’t seen this movie in forever!” she gleefully exclaimed. Fishing out one of her childhood favorites, a film about a group of fanciful children called humans, she lifted the movie and twisted her head to the side. “Daddy, can we watch it together?”

His jaw hung open, his mouth watered, and he registered the subtle sound of tearing cloth, as he got an unabashed look at her slavering marehood. Her rosy, pink interior, surrounded by dark, meaty flesh of her nethers was too perfect, irresistible by any standard, and his id had had just about enough of it. Imbued with a preternatural strength, bursting the inseam of his slacks, his stallionhood leapt into the cool air.

The pair froze, gazing at one another, as a silence fell upon them. Though they didn’t say a word, they each had one thing on their mind - what sinful pleasures the other had to offer. Slowly spinning around, remaining on all fours, the mare nonchalantly crawled over the carpet and towards the petrified stud. Inching closer and closer, hungrily licking her lips, she reached his barely parted knees and prized his legs apart.

“Daddy, you’re so big,” she reverently whispered, cautiously extending one hand.

Seeing her move at a leisurely pace, Bow knew he could stop her, grab her wrist and put an end to the insane afternoon, but he couldn’t move - heck, he could barely think. Closer and closer her hand crept, seemingly moving in slow motion, until it was too late. As her delicate fingers wrapped around the base of his length, sending a bolt of pleasure up his spine, he realized too late that his indecision had cost him dearly.

Leaning back and coming into a kneeling position, Dash shuffled to the couch and stroked her Daddy’s profound stallionhood. Though she hadn’t been with that many guys before, not a single one of her former partners was anywhere close to his endowment. Thicker than her wrist, too fat to fit her digits all the way around, his tool was, like the rest of him, was perfect. As she bent forward, angling his length towards her face, she opened her mouth and peeked up at his face.

The heady aroma of him, both intoxicating and familiar, filled her sinuses and inspired her onward, yet the scent was only one facet to what made her Daddy so fantastic. He was big, strong, kind hearted, and too handsome for words, the perfect lover for any mare. Giving the tip of his shaft a tiny kiss, maintaining eye contact with him, she slipped him past her lips and into her awaiting muzzle.

As the salty, earthy flavors washed over her tongue, her marehood eagerly constricted upon itself. The sensation of his velvety skin against her tongue, his virile musk filling her sinuses, the taste of his sweat and pre-cum coating her palate - every element he had to offer was captivating to a fault, making her feel both humbled and unimaginably thankful that he was a part of her life. He was and always had been an incredible father, and now she’d finally be able to repay him in the best way a mare could.

“F...fuck,” Bow grunted, subconsciously grabbing her head and pulling her down his shaft.

The sight of his indigo cock disappearing into her cerulean snout was bewitching, but not bewitching as the feeling of the astounding blowjob. He’d gotten his dick sucked more times than he could count, both from Windy and a number of mares before he’d gotten hitched, but he struggled to think of one who could work his dick like Dash was. Though he was reluctant to admit it, feeling somewhat shameful for actually enjoying what his daughter was doing, she had her mother beat by leaps and bounds.

Settling into the couch, with his inhibitions gradually being crushed by his amorous impulses, he tightened his grip on the back of her skull. The chances of anyone catching them were slim to none, since they had neighbors who mostly kept to themselves, giving him one more reason to let things play out naturally - after all, it wasn’t like he was the one who’d initiated the scandalous event! Peering down at the mare, as she steadily bobbed her head, a shuddering breath escaped him.

The sound of his deep sigh warmed Dash’s heart, although it reminded her that she was hardly doing everything she could to please him. Continuing to jack him off with one hand, she pulled her top down, unveiled her heaving bosoms, and inched herself closer to him. Giving someone a tit-job wouldn’t have been possible before Twilight’s little accident, but now she was more than capable of putting all of her new body to work.

Rearing back, freeing her muzzle with a light Pop, she dribbled a cocktail of saliva and pre-cum over her cleavage. With the sofa being relatively low to the floor, and her dearest Daddy perched at the very edge of his seat, she bent forward, released his stallionhood, and sandwiched his twitching tool between her breasts. While she would have rather sucked him off to finish, earning a rich load right down her throat, this wasn’t about her - no, this was showing him just how much of a loving daughter she really was.

With her arms to either side of her rack, she squeezed her melons together and began her bodacious boob job. She wasn’t sure how good of a job she was doing, considering it was the first time she’d done it to someone, but the way he excitedly watched her made her think she was doing well. Dipping her head, looking away from his face, she licked and suckled the head of his cock.

Reflexively bucking his hips, driving his length between her pillowy breasts and into her muzzle, Bow bit his lip. He was fighting a losing battle, failing to stop himself from taking advantage of the situation, and he wasn’t sure how long he was going to be able to hold out. Regardless of if she was his kid or not, he was just a simple stallion - a simple, blue-balled, painfully horny stallion, and he could only hold out for so long.

It didn’t help that he’d always imagined how amazing it would be to tit-fuck a busty, curvaceous broad, but he could never have fathomed he’d be able to live out his fantasy, let alone with his daughter! Glancing to the door, feeling his restraint withering away, he quickly checked the lock. Even though it would have been very unlikely that any unexpected visitors appeared, he wasn’t about to take any chances, not after everything that had happened in the last hour.

“D - Mmmmph - Dash, Sweetheart?” he whimpered, catching her attention and causing her to slow. “Can we stop for just a second? I don’t want anyone walking in on us.”

Looking over her shoulder, seeing what held his attention, Dash seamlessly shot to her feet, strutted to the door, and turned the lock. Be darned if anyone was going to distract her Daddy from bonding with her, especially since he was finally getting into it, so she was more than happy to ensure they weren’t interrupted. As she turned around and sashayed back, noting how his eyes stayed locked on her chest, she smirked.

“Do you like ‘em, Daddy?” she purred, cupping one bosom in each hand. Hefting her breasts with one forearm, coating her fur with the makeshift lube she’d drooled over herself, she reached for her hip. “Or would you rather have a better look at…”

Bow’s eyes widened, as she unzipped her skirt and let the article fall free. Her marehood was picturesque, with a little tuft of pubic hair fashioned into a bolt of lighting on her crotch, and seeing it was the embodiment of temptation. Cadance may have been the Princess of love, but he’d somehow found himself facing what he could only describe as the personification of Aphrodite herself.

“Maybe we should take this to the…” his suggestion to move to the bedroom died, as she bounded over, jiggling all the way, and gently pushed him into his seat.

“You sit right there, Daddy, let your baby-girl handle it,” she cooed, slipping her hands to his shoulders.

Stepping forward, straddling him on the sofa, she slid her groin over his turgid length. Feeling his immense cock against her snatch was almost good enough to get her off right then and there, but she wouldn’t be satisfied with that - not when there was a much better way they could enjoy their time together. Situating herself, with his shaft nestled between her buns, she raised her waist and brought her entrance to the battering ram-like head of his member.

For the second time in short order, Bow realized he was at a crossroads. He could either put an end to her debaucherous hijinks, saving himself from a level of depravity which he never thought he’d encounter, or he could do nothing and let her impale herself on him. The moment the tip of his shaft kissed her sex, taunting him with the warmth she afforded, his composure shattered outright. His hands sailed to her hips, gracing her downy coat and supple flesh, as he pulled her downward.

In one smooth, swift motion, he hilted himself within her snug, heavenly canal. Far, far tighter than Windy ever was, even in her youth, the sensation gave him a euphoric moment for pause. It was like the pearly gates had opened, welcoming him in heaven’s embrace. Grappling with what may have been the best and most beautiful pussy he’d ever seen or touched, he was completely oblivious to his daughter’s profound, yet totally different reaction.

Positively beaming, noting the blissfully stunned expression on her Daddy’s face, Dash only gave herself a fraction of a second to acclimate. Her marehood was absolutely stuffed, stretched to its maximum capacity in an instant, yet that wasn’t going to stop her - after all, she knew her Daddy was going to push her limits. Leaning in, quite literally burying his ruggedly attractive face in her cleavage, she braced her legs, extended her wings, and raised her hips.

The base of his shaft slipped from her, drawing out her lower lips, before she slammed her weight back down against him. Exquisitely full, sensing him straining against her womb, she stifled a whimper. Not once had any stallion filled her so completely, yet she was immediately in love with the feeling and the incredible stallion beneath her. Weathering the storm of pleasure, downright forcing herself to move, she set to riding him like a seasoned veteran.

Blinded by her bosoms, beset by the divine sensation of her marehood, Bow shifted his grip and sank his fingers into the gloriously plump buns of her backside. Like molten silk, the stuff colts had wet dreams about, her sex stimulated him in ways that bordered on the unbelievable, yet she had so much more to offer. Her natural, feminine bouquet, the sounds of her soft moans, and the taste of her sweat on his lips were the perfect complements for the hedonistic affair, spurring him onward and making him feel like a young buck again.

Bracing his feet on the floor, taking care to get her rhythm down, he savagely thrust upward to meet her descent. As their groins impacted, feeling himself bottom her out, her guttural, whorish moan was like a symphony. Eager for an encore, holding her tightly he bucked a second time, then a third and fourth, until he was railing her with all the vim and vigor he could muster. He may not have been as young as he used to be, but be darned if he wasn’t going to give her an afternoon she’d never forget.

He was used to being the assertive one in the bedroom, a fact which Windy had learned all too well, so taking the wheel was second nature to him. Much to his amazement, as he pounded into Dash, she recovered from the ruthless plowing in no time flat. Simultaneously astonished and proud of his daughter, he met each and every one of her descents with a buck of his hips.

Squealing out, Dash ran her fingers through his short-cropped mane. Her womb was besieged, battered by his titanic cock, as he rutted her. More than simple sex, he was claiming her, using her like she was his, and her passion soared because of it. Pulling his head back, she twisted her torso and brought his muzzle to one teat. If she was going to commit herself to him, swearing fealty to his might, she was going to make sure he relished everything she had to offer.

Instinctively nursing on her breast, lightly nibbling on her perky nipple, the final vestiges of his hesitation crumbled away to nothing. Adjusting his positioning, moving her as though she weighed nothing at all, he scraped his medial ring over her g-spot. She’d started the whole lecherous affair, enticing him with her otherworldly looks and immoral advances, so he had no qualms about putting her in her place.

As he wrapped one arm around her back, holding her tightly to himself, his free hand snaked into the cleft of her rump. A lifetime of experience with his beloved mate, as well as a handful of encounters when he was a teen, had given him a veritable cornucopia of tricks to use against lusty harlots. Prodding her pucker, knowing he’d found his mark, he jammed his finger into her ass.

Lost to the moment, thoroughly enjoying herself, Dash hadn’t noticed just how close she’d gotten to the edge. Serving her Daddy was everything she’d imagined and then some, pushing her incrementally closer to release with every plunge of his godly stallionhood, but the sensation of his thick digit in her behind was the final nail in her coffin. Her eyes rolled wildly, her motions crashed to a halt, and a geyser of marish nectar erupted from her sex.

Rapture was a word she’d used many times, falsely attributing it to the sensation of a climax, but the orgasm which sundered the foundations of her carnal understanding made her comprehend just how wrong she’d been. Raw, unrefined ecstasy surged through her body, setting every nerve alight and cementing what she’d already known - that her Daddy was, without a doubt, the best and most impressive stallion she’d ever met. Somehow sensing him throbbing within her, flaring against her cervix, she hauled his face into her tit and gave voice to her deepest, darkest desires.

“Breed me,” she howled, clamping her snatch around the very base of his shaft, “make me your mare!!!”

The desperate plea was Bow’s undoing, crushing what little self-restraint he had left. Between the sensual surprise of confronting a drop-dead gorgeous young woman, being given an impromptu peep-show, and receiving a breathtaking blow-job, his ordinary stamina was tried and found lacking. Grunting into her tit, screwing his eyes closed, his churning balls sent a torrent of thick, potent spunk through his pulsing shaft.

His seed bathed her interior, seeping through her inner gate and straight into her awaiting foal-factory. Though neither of them knew it at the time, enrapt by the shared moment, Dash’s transformation had done more than just modify her mind and aesthetic. Her heightened sexuality had been accompanied by an exponentially elevated fertility, quite literally making her the ultimate broodmare. As billions of sperm flooded into her, questing to complete their mindless mission, a lone egg drifted towards the oncoming tide.

Recovering in record time, wrenching her father’s head away, she passionately locked lips with the still-climaxing stallion and rode out her bliss. He’d given her everything she’d ever wanted, whether either of them fully realized it or not, and she couldn’t have been happier. As far as she was concerned, even if Twilight could undo whatever sorcery had transformed her, she wished for nothing more than to become her Daddy’s homemaker - barefoot and pregnant, tending to the house in his stead.

Breathing hotly over her face, returning her kiss, he plunged his tongue into her maw. As the high of his climax was replaced by the euphoric fuzziness of a mind-boggling lay, he comprehended what he’d just done. Interestingly enough, he felt only the barest trace of remorse - not because he’d ended up fucking his daughter, but because he hadn’t done so sooner. It wasn’t until she pulled back, leaving a strand of saliva connecting them, did he clear his throat and gather the courage to speak.

“Don’t tell your mom about this,” he wheezed, feeling her clench around his softening length.

“I won’t, Daddy, but you have to do something for me,” she hummed, bringing her muzzle to his ear. “As long as I get to sleep in your bed tonight, I won’t tell anyone…”

Despite having just blown a tremendous load, his semi-erect stallionhood twitched at the thought of sleeping with her. Even if they didn’t do anything raunchy for the rest of the evening, he could already tell that the randy rendezvous with his then-obscene daughter was just the first of many such endeavors. Unable to hold back his grin, he playfully smacked her rump and bucked his hips.

“Anything for you, baby-girl…”