Daddy Dearest

In the blink of an eye, as soon as she awoke, Dash smacked her lips and plastered herself to the slumbering stallion and stroked her cheek against his lower chest. The room absolutely reeked of sweat and sex, setting her heart aflutter. Despite his long day at work, and the surprise of finding her waiting for him, his coltish vigor saw them through most of the night before either of them got any rest.

Subconsciously stroking his side, with her hand drifting closer to his hip, she turned her head and peered towards his crotch. Many would argue that he was past his prime, being older and more mature than a good number of stallions, but his performance in the bedroom, as well as the living room and bathroom, had been downright divine. As she grinned at the thought of him and his magnificent cock, her eyes locked on the bulge at his groin.

She wasn’t sure what time it was, but she’d heard that there was no better way to wake up a lover than with a good-morning blowjob. Peeking up at his face, ensuring that he was still asleep, she cautiously slipped under the sheets and slowly crept towards her target. The ambrosial, masculine scent of his loins flooded her sinuses in no time flat, as she spotted his semi-erect tool. Though she’d taken a thorough pounding the night prior, likely having dregs of his final two loads within herself, her marehood winked in anticipation of being filled.

Leaning in, bringing her snout to his thick shaft, she drew a deep breath through her nose and shuddered. Each and every part of him, from the tips of his toes to his neatly kept mane, was heavenly. The mere thought of pleasing him, paired with smelling his wondrous scent, chipped away at her higher functions and practically forced her to act. Caving under the crushing weight of her impulses, dragging her tongue across his length, she coated her taste buds in the salty, tangy remnants of their sinful evening.

Bow cracked an eye and squinted, but it wasn’t the sun that had roused him - no, it was the peculiar sensation of something against his nethers that had wrenched him from his sleep. His waking mind, fogged from the sudden and wholly unexpected stimulation, struggled to comprehend what was happening. It was exceedingly rare for Windy to suck him off, typically only dolling out that type of affection on special occasions, which added a layer of confusion to the moment. Grabbing and lifting the blanket, seeing the rainbow mane and closed, contented eyes of the mare lovingly servicing him, the memories came flooding back.

He hadn’t just found his daughter attractive, he’d wound up doing all manner of sinful, very unfatherly things to her - not to mention he’d emptied his balls into or on her at least three times. Watching her lovingly suckle on his rapidly hardening length, torn on if he should stop her, he remained motionless. The stallion in him practically begged him to grab her head and jam his shaft into her muzzle, yet his paternal side pleaded for him to stop her.

In the end, as he glanced over at his bedside clock, the lecherous decision solved itself. Apparently, having exhausted himself with the marathon fuck-fest the evening prior, he’d forgotten to set his alarm - a negligent move which bit him squarely on the ass. Pushing himself up on one arm, while gently shoving his lusty, curvaceous daughter away, he swung his legs over the side of the mattress.

“D...Daddy?” Dash meekly inquired, seeing the studly stallion stomp over to his dresser. “Is everything alright?”

“I’m late for work,” he flatly grunted, snatching a pair of slacks, boxers, and a polo from out of his dresser.

Her ears flattened back, both saddened and angry at herself for upsetting his routine. She really hadn’t meant to make him tardy for work, though she knew that she was at least partially responsible for the debacle. As she rolled to the side of the bed and got to her feet, seeing him struggling to get dressed, she was stricken with an idea.

Though she couldn’t turn back time and set his alarm, there was something she could do to help him - something any proper homemaker could do. Traipsing past him, as naked as the day she was born, she skipped out of the room and towards the kitchen. Since her precious Daddy wouldn’t have time to make himself breakfast, much less any sort of lunch, preparing him a meal was the least she could do for him.

Leaving his silent cursing and grumbling behind him, unsure of just how long she had to whip something together, she moved with as much speed as she could muster - sure, she may not have been as toned or aerodynamic as she’d been a few days ago, but that didn’t mean she was some slow, ponderous mare! Hastily surveying the cabinets and refrigerator for supplies, she gathered up a few select items and stepped to the counter.

“Babe? Fuck - I mean, Dash?” Bow called, uncertain as to where the little harlot had gone off to.

The last thing he needed was for anyone to see her traipsing about in the house in the buff, especially since Windy wasn’t home, so he’d need to set a few rules for her. Awkwardly hopping on one leg, moving to the window, he drew the blinds and got his pants on. Celestia help him if people started asking questions about why a busty bombshell was in or around his house!

“Dash?” he repeated, rushing into the bathroom. “Sweetie, can you do me a favor?”

Peeking at his reflection, he grimaced. There were bags under his eyes, the stubble on his jaw was markedly pronounced, and he probably smelled like he’d spent a sleepless night with a cheap hooker - which was only half right. Simultaneously attempting to brush his teeth and wipe down his torso with a dampened wash cloth, he prayed none of the guys at the office would say anything, even if they noticed how rough he looked.

“In a minute, Daddy! I’m busy right now,” Dash hollered, merrily focusing on her task.

The mention of Sweetie and Babe warmed the deepest depths of her heart, filling her with an inspiration like she’d never known. While she wasn’t sure what he was shouting at her for, it didn’t matter; regardless of what he wanted, she’d attempt whatever it was to the best of her ability. Stepping back and bending over, rummaging around in the lower cabinet for some tupperware and matching lids, she blithely swung her hips from side to side.

“Dash, what are you…” the words died in Bow’s throat, as he rounded the corner and spied the immaculately presented, heart shaped booty near his refrigerator.

The sight wasn’t just attractive, which would have been bad enough, but he knew good and damned well just how soft and warm her succulent rear was. Feeling himself growing hard, seeing her straighten up and beam over at him, he falteringly smiled. For a fleeting second, the mere literal blink of an eye, his id raged, asking him why his honest to goodness wife no longer showed herself off or treated him like a king.

“Wait wait!” she bleated, lifting and wagging a finger. “Don’t you move a muscle!”

“O...ok…?” he questioningly blurted, instinctively doing as asked.

Only just managing to finish putting everything together, slipping the plastic bins and sealed bags into her old lunch box, which she’d happened upon in her foraging, she spun around, bounced over to him, and presented her gift. Realistically, she knew her peace offering was nothing all that special, but it made her feel a tiny bit better about the whole disastrous morning. As he looked up and to her eyes, seeing his unreadable expression, she looked away.

“I...I know Mom probably does this for you all the time, but a big, strong, wonderful stallion like you needs to eat. It’s not much, but I made you a peanut butter sandwich and apple for breakfast, some carrot sticks and celery for lunch, and I threw in a cookie because you’re so sweet,” she explained, feeling her cheeks starting to glow. “If I had more time, I would’ve made something a bit better for you…”

“It...It’s fine…” he breathed, taken aback by the profound gesture.

He couldn’t remember the last time Windy had made him lunch without him asking, yet that wasn’t what had him surprised. His baby-girl genuinely felt bad for the debacle! Her words, her expression, and the fact that she’d gone to the trouble to make him not one but two meals spoke volumes, demolishing his frustration outright. Shaking his head, knowing he couldn’t stay to dote on her, he took the offering and started towards the front door.

“Just do me a favor and stay inside today,” he instructed. As his hand came to rest on the doorknob, after having turned the lock, he closed his eyes. “And don’t answer the door unless it’s me, alright?”

Following along behind him, Dash nodded. “Don’t go outside and don’t open the door - I got it, Daddy!” she giggled.

“I’ll be back after my shift,” he sighed, feeling strangely remorseful to depart. Turning his head to peek back at her, hoping nothing would happen to her in his absence, he found his lips pressed to hers.

Having scampered to his side, she leapt up, wrapping her arms around his neck, and gave him a fleeting kiss. The bit of affection was brief, lasting less than a second, but the sensation of her hands against him, the hint of her scent, and sight of her enchanting, cerise eyes sundered his concentration, nearly making him forget what he was supposed to be doing. Mercifully, the moment was over as soon as it began, with the caring mare releasing him and stepping away.

“Be safe, Daddy,” she whispered, her smile wavering. “I’ll be here waiting for you.”

He opened his mouth to reply, but couldn’t find the words. Giving a curt nod, nearly forcing himself to open the door, he stepped outside, extended his wings, and took to the sky. It wasn’t that he wanted to leave, but he understood that the longer he stayed in her presence the harder it would be to get away. As he sailed through the heavens, en route to the Weather Factory, he glanced down at the lunch box in his grip, knit his brow, and pressed onward.

Lingering in the open doorway, heedless of her own nudity, Dash watched her Daddy depart. While she was hopeful that her little gift had improved his mood, she could still kick herself for the gaffe of causing him to sleep in. As a stiff, cool breeze washed over her bare flesh, sending a shiver up her spine, she stepped inside and closed the door behind herself.

She wasn’t the slightest bit bothered that he’d asked her to stay at home and tend the house, for a number of reasons. After their little romp the night before, the house was in dire need of some TLC. The bed sheets needed washing, there were likely a few dried remnants of spunk on the carpet, the bathroom was a mess, and those were just from what they’d done together! Without her mother around to help, her poor Daddy had practically been living in squalor!

Strolling through the living room, noting a few emptied cans on the coffee table, her concern turned to hardened determination. Her Daddy deserved a mare to properly look after and serve him, tending to his needs like a proper housewife, and she’d be darned if she’d let him go without. As she stomped into the kitchen, grabbing a to-do list off the refrigerator, she sat down and started to write. It wouldn’t be easy, but she was going to make sure all his needs were met by the time he got home.

...

Playing his fingers over the lunch box, Bow wistfully smiled down at the careworn container. He’d spent the first half of his shift distracted, musing on the enchanting young mare he’d left at home, and he felt certain that the rest of the day would be much the same. It wasn’t like he wanted to dwell on how his daughter had magically become a paragon of femininity, yet he couldn’t keep her from his thoughts. Munching away at a carrot stick, wondering what she was up to in his stead, he peeked up at the large, wall-mounted clock in the cafeteria. Quitting time couldn’t come soon enough.

Dash wiped her brow, looked down at the tiled floor, and nodded in approval. She’d cleaned the bathroom from top to bottom, after dealing with the heap of dirty laundry in the corner, which meant she could move on to the next job. Nearly half of the day had already passed, even though it had felt like no time at all, reminding her to pick up the pace. There was still a lot left to do, and she wouldn’t settle for anything less than perfection for her Daddy.

...

The final hours of Bow’s shift seemed to drag by, as he’d feared, but he was eventually able to punch out and begin his trip home. Ordinarily one to take his time, flying at a leisurely pace, he soared like a blue-blur through the clouds. It wasn’t that he was worried about his baby-girl - well, maybe a little bit worried - but his primary concern was simply wanted to be with her, to see her charming smile, to hold her, to smell her delicate -

“Watch out!” a marish voice shouted, shaking him from his thoughts and causing him to veer hard to his right.

Looking over his shoulder, he sheepishly smiled and waved at the confused, somewhat upset looking little mailmare. “Sorry!”

What in the world had gotten into him? He’d been acting like a smitten youth all day, and over his daughter no less! The last and only time he recalled being in such a sorry state was decades ago, back when he’d first met Windy, but even that wasn’t nearly as bad! Beating his wings for all his worth, spotting his cottage on the horizon, he pushed the envelope. Though he couldn’t understand why he felt so lovesick, he did know that his not-so-little girl had been waiting all day for him to return.

Practically rocketing to his front door, flying harder and faster than he had in ages, he scanned the windows. Fortunately enough, almost all of the blinds were closed or curtains drawn - almost. Spotting movement from within the kitchen, he slowed and descended to the doorstep. As he reached into his pocket and grabbed his key, keenly remembering the ambush from the day before, he cautiously let himself inside.

“Babe - darn it - Dash?” he called, making a mental note not to give her a wholly inappropriate pet name.

“I’m in here!” she shot back, her voice carrying to the entryway.

Taking some comfort that she hadn’t jumped ship, yet skeptical that she’d found anything even remotely appropriate to wear, he crept through the living room and towards the kitchen. He couldn’t be completely sure where she was lurking, but between the direction of her voice and having seen someone in the kitchen, he had a pretty good guess as to where she was. Left to assume she was getting herself a snack or drink, hearing the faint sounds of movement ahead, his innocent thoughts were sundered at the sight of her.

Bearing naught but an apron, with her entire back half exposed, she peered back at him and grinned. Her sumptuous backside, bare back, and the way her bosoms could be seen peeking from either side of her slender chest were breathtaking, though her coy, knowing smirk was probably her most arousing feature. There was no possible way she didn’t know what she was doing, lying in wait while wearing something so skimpy, and simply laying eyes on her was enough to stoked the smoldering embers of his lust.

“W...what are you doing?” he stammered, attempting to distract himself from the soft curves of her slender waist, ample hips, and mountainous chest.

“I was just making some banana pudding to go with dinner,” she murmured, noticing what held his attention, “but…”

She fell silent, taking her hands off the large bowl and reaching behind herself. She’d known roughly when he was going to get home, which had allowed her to enact her carefully laid and licentious machinations. A homemaker’s duty was to tend to her stallion, which meant a number of things; cooking, cleaning, and tending to the house were important, but no less important than ensuring their lover was stress free, and there were few things more relaxing than blowing off some steam. Sinking her fingers into the supple buns of her rear, prizing her cheeks apart, she bent forward ever so slightly and arched her back.

“If you want to have dessert before dinner,” she purred, spying the growing swell in his slacks, “you could always help me make a cream pie.”

Bow’s heart roared, sending his pulse skyrocketing. Her delivery was, in a word, flawless. The heavily lidded eyes, the way she lifted and spread her ass, and her sultry, sin-dripping tone eclipsed anything he’d ever witnessed before, rivaling or surpassing even professional porn stars in magnitude. Taking a timid step closer, driven by the hormones coursing through his veins, he railed against his desires - that was, she upped the ante.

With all the smooth, sensual elegance of a ballerina, she lifted one leg, rested her knee on the counter, and pressed her bosoms to the hard surface. It had been enthralling enough to see her wearing only an apron, but the glimpse of her rosy, pink interior, coupled with the knowledge of just how astounding she felt wrapped around him, proved too much to bear. Without so much as a second thought, he loosened his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and strode over to her.

There was no possible way that any self-respecting stallion could deny an invitation of her caliber, and he was no exception. His pants drifted down his legs, allowing him to effortlessly kick them away, as he reached out and softly caressed her tush. Though it may have been his baser yearnings talking, a part of him came to a startling realization; Dash wasn’t just an incredible daughter, she had all the trappings of a flawless wife.

“Daddy,” she cooed, gazing into his eyes, “there’s something I forgot.”

“What?” he breathed, his hand mindlessly wandered down her rear and towards her nethers.

Without batting an eye, sensing his weakness, she struck the final blow. “You gotta put a bun in my oven…”

Practically fumbling for his underwear, Bow pulled his stallionhood free. The reservations he had about doing something so immoral, committing adultery with his own flesh and blood, evaporated outright, as the tip of his length kissed her drooling, engorged entrance. Able to withstand it no longer, firmly gripping her hips, he ground his shaft into her warm, slick depths.

Delectably tight, hot, and juicy as hell, her marehood embraced him like none other. It wasn’t like he’d fucked that many mares before, having only bedded a small handful in his day, but none could compare to his daughter. Delving deeper, only stopping with the head of his cock bore against her cervix, he braced his legs and steadied himself.

Extending one arm behind herself, while her free hand shot to her clit, Dash brushed her fingers against his upper thigh. “I want it hard, Daddy…”

Apparently eager to oblige, or too turned on to care about giving her anything less than his best, he gave her just what she wanted. Like a locomotive departing from a station, starting at a slow, unstoppable pace, he started plowing her. Arching her back, allowing him to use every astonishing inch of his long, impossibly thick stallionhood, her breasts slipped from the countertop and gently swung beneath her.

The sensation of him filling her, titillating each and every nerve within her stuffed canal, was beyond words, something akin to a spiritual experience. The few times she’d gotten intimate with other guys seemed downright pitiful compared to her precious Daddy. Tightening on his backstrokes, while relaxing on his thrusts, she teased and rubbed her throbbing clit.

She couldn’t say how many mares he’d had before her, barring her mother, but she wondered how he hadn’t cultivated a harem for himself. A veritable pillar of masculinity, with adonic good looks, herculean strength, and a jaw-dropping body, he was everything any woman could ever ask for in a man and then some - heck, knowing that he found her worthy of his attention, making use of her to sate himself, was as or more stimulating than the physical sensations themselves!

Pushing back to meet his plunges, slapping her rump against his pounding hips, a needy moan escaped her. Truth be told, she may have taken a break or two to get herself off in his stead. Simply smelling him on his used clothes, particularly his underwear, had been enough to shatter her concentration - still, the paltry masturbation didn’t hold a candle to the real deal. Angling her head to the side, appreciating his set jaw and gritted teeth, she licked her lips. As amazing as the moment was, there was one thing that could make it slightly better.

“D...Daddy,” she whimpered, drawing his attention from her bouncing ass to her face, “this part of me needs a little attention too…”

Closing her eyes and expectantly pursing her lips, she held her breath. Seducing him had been fretful enough, with no guarantee that he’d take her, yet she couldn’t help but ask for more. His motions slowed, if only a fraction of a degree, as his broad, powerful chest came to rest against her back. Just feeling him against her was enough to make her swoon, but that was just the beginning. His lips pressed against hers, his breath washed over her face, and his tongue pressed into her muzzle, as he deeply kissed her.

Bow couldn’t stop himself from the romantic gesture, not after everything she’d done. She was making him dinner, hadn’t left the house, and had even gone the extra mile by donning the apron - all for him. As he fondled her bosoms, blindly groping for her large, perky nipples, a thought occurred. She wouldn’t just make a magnificent bride, given the body she had, he had little doubt that she’d make an unparalleled mother.

Unwittingly moving harder and faster, pummeling her cunt, he groaned into her mouth while hotly making out with her. Even when Windy wasn’t absent, he rarely got to experience tenderness of such a degree. He really did love his wife dearly, but her enthusiasm had dwindled over the past several years. His own needs had been neglected for so long, having virtually gone dormant, that the sudden, almost non-stop amorous attention had become irresistible.

Unlike Windy, he still pined for the throes of passion. She did occasionally relent, and had the periodic wild moment here or there, but it wasn’t nearly enough for him - in fact, it had never been. Having Dash was, without a doubt, the pinnacle achievement of his life, yet his love life had steadily declined afterwards. If he’d had the slightest inkling that his pride and joy, the very apple of his eye, would wind up being such an impeccable lover, he may have crossed the taboo line with her long ago.

Twisting her perky teats, having found the delicate little buds, he snorted. Not only were her looks, personality, and carnal embrace beyond reproach, but she had the fortitude to buck back against him, giving as good as she got. Wanting - no, needing to assert himself, fundamentally driven by his primal instincts to claim her, he increased his pace. So help him, she’d called down the thunder, and now she was going to reap the whirlwind.

Dash’s eyelids fluttered, her fingers graced his pistoning shaft, and the all too familiar feeling of an impending climax radiated through her core, while the stud - her stud hammered into her. This was where she belonged, serving such an extraordinary stallion, even if it had taken her years to fully realize it. Clenching around his length, fighting each and every withdrawal, his swinging, plump, full nuts slapped against her digits.

Though she’d had no possible way of knowing his thoughts had drifted to her as a mother, the very same notion insidiously took root within her. If being a homemaker was a mare’s duty, rearing an adorable little filly, colt, or possibly both sat as the zenith for any respectable female. Summoning a strength she didn’t know she had, pushing herself up on one hand, she redoubled her efforts to get him off and earn the virile load he was storing up for her.

Wild imaginings of herself traipsing through the house, positively gravid and with gargantuan, milk-filled bosoms sent her into a frenzy. To be knocked up by any stud would be spectacular, but to have her Daddy sow his seed within her, creating life with the stallion she loved above all others, was compelling to a fault - sure, she may have already been inseminated by him, but she was blissfully ignorant to that fact.

Twisting her head to the side, freeing her muzzle from his thick, powerful tongue, she gazed longingly at him. She had to ask him for the greatest gift of all, something that nobody else was worthy of giving her, and so she drew a shaky breath and steeled her resolve. Even if he rejected her plea, at least she could say she’d tried.

“D...daddy,” she implored, fiercely bucking back against him, “p...please breed me!”

The demure request undid Bow on a fundamental level, reducing him to little more than a beast. He’d never forgotten the night of Dash’s conception, following a protracted evening of lovemaking that stretched into the wee hours of the morning, and he’d secretly craved to relive it ever since. He absolutely adored being a father, to the point of practically begging Windy to have another child, yet he only had one daughter - a daughter he was mere moments from blowing a load into.

Unsure of what to say, or if anything could be said at all, he let his actions speak for him. Teetering on the edge, having wistfully thought of the overly-affectionate, seductress who’d been home waiting for him, his stamina drew thin. Any guy could only last so long when fucking a goddess, and his time was quickly reaching an end.

Pulling out all the stops, throwing his self-control to the wind, he unleashed his full potential - every bit of his strength, speed, and techniques he’d developed over the decades came to the fore, as he went all-out. Though he could have continued kissing her, he had something better in mind. Straightening up, he grabbed her shoulder and moved his free hand to her mouth.

As his large, calloused fingers moved over her cheek, Dash turned her head, opened her mouth, and wrapped her pouting lips around two of his digits; although it wasn’t nearly as rewarding as sucking on his fat, vascular dick, she’d heard that some stallions liked that sort of attention. She was so close, so very close to cumming that she couldn’t think straight. Thankfully, sensing him throb within her, she wouldn’t have to hold out for long.

Her thighs quivered, her knees buckled, and she felt as though her heart might explode, yet she held herself back. Every pulse of his stallionhood was stronger than the last, and the sheer intensity of his expanding flair tested her limits. Mercifully, her perseverance paid off. As his deep, throaty grunt sailed to her ear, just as she felt him tense, an overwhelming, mind-shattering heat surged into her and sent her sailing over the edge.

Her climactic howl cut through the air, filling the room with the sound of her rapturous bliss. All her efforts paid off in an instant, as he was rocked with a soul-rending orgasm. Maybe it was because she hadn’t seen him all day, or perhaps it was because she’d only first sampled the fleshly delights he had to offer the night prior - regardless, she didn’t think she’d ever cum so hard in her entire life.

Nearly collapsing to the counter, only barely able to remain standing, she rode out the blissful onslaught. Her marehood trembled uncontrollably, painting his groin, package, upper legs, and floor below with her nectar. If she hadn’t been knocked up before, given the immeasurable size and unquestionable potency of his foal-batter, she felt certain that he’d just made her a mother to be.

As Bow hilted, pumping his seed directly into her womb, he held the quivering mare firmly in place. Caving to his urges to breed a mare would have been questionable by any standard, but he’d done something all the more scandalous - he’d just knocked up his daughter. Somehow, in spite of the madness of it all, a deep, almost preternatural contentment mingled with his ecstasy.

He’d given her just what she’d asked for, yet she’d given him something in return - peace. Leaning over her, he brought his muzzle to hers and kissed her. Somehow, as unthinkable as it was, he knew they were made for one another. More than simply a father and daughter, there was a connection much deeper between them. With their bodies and souls entwined, riding out the cathartic euphoria with one another, their tongues met.

Time passed, and the pair grew still, before they pulled away and looked at one another. Though they didn’t say a word, they each knew that they couldn’t stay tied together forever. The kitchen was a mess, items had been knocked from the counter, the floor desperately needed a thorough mopping, and they were both covered in sweat - still, neither wished to relinquish the moment.

Standing tall and stepping away, dragging his semi-rigid length from her, Bow stooped down and scooped his mate into a princess carry. Dinner could wait - hell, cleaning up could wait; the only thing he cared about was getting them into the shower before they did anything else. As he strode out of the kitchen and towards his room, ferrying his daughter in his arms, a genuine smile graced his lips. Regardless of what happened later, or what had caused his baby-girl to blossom into the amazing woman she now was, he couldn’t be happier…