Daddy Dearest

Descending to the front door of his home, loosening his tie along the way, Bow fought back a smile. It wasn’t like the day had been particularly amazing in any way - in fact, it had been pretty hectic at the factory, but simply returning to his loving family never failed to elevate his spirits. A lot had changed in the last five years, both with himself and for his household.

For starters, he’d finally gotten an explanation from Twilight as to what had happened with his daughter. Apparently the Princess had been attempting to craft a spell to help Dash with her stress over being a full-time Wonderbolt. While the enchantment she’d tried had worked, it had reduced the once athletic and energetic pegasus to a bubbly, happy-go-lucky ditz of her former self, yet that hadn’t been a bad thing. After the flustered and overly apologetic alicorn had appeared with a means to reverse the arcane mishap, Dash had politely declined the remedy and firmly stated that she preferred her new self.

With the Student Six acting as champions of the Elements of Harmony, dealing with friendship problems if and when they appeared, and with Twilight on the throne, there’d been no real need for Dash to return to her former duties - moreover, at the time, she had a bun in the oven and was preparing to be a mother. Though the Princess been a bit perplexed at first, in part due to the incestuous nature of her friend’s relationship, she’d been overjoyed and given her blessing. With the sorcerous debacle dealt with, the alicorn was demurely asked for one small favor - to give the same treatment to Windy.

Almost immediately after having seen her daughter in such a state, Windy had realized she too would like to enjoy the carefree days of homemaking and rearing a family once again - a fact that Bow wholeheartedly supported. Twilight had been a bit reluctant at first, realizing that removing one working member of the household would put a financial strain on the clan, but then she devised a solution. Using her stately power to pull a few strings, she’d managed to get Bow a substantial promotion and hefty raise.

Though the means may have been just a bit dubious, the increased income was more than enough for the growing family to survive off of and it averted a potential financial crisis. After administering the same spell to Windy, leaving her positively stacked and as air-headed as her daughter, Twilight bid them adieu and promised to come back to check on their soon-to-be foals, yet that was only part of the windfall that Bow had received. Raking in more bits was all well and good, but that didn’t hold a candle to how amazing his home life had become.

With Dash as his mistress and having Windy enhanced by the Princess’ sorcery, he was quite literally treated like a king. Hot, delectable meals were a daily occurrence, the house was always spotless, and his once formidable libido roared back to life with a vengeance - that being said, life had become a bit more hectic within the last year or so. With the Charge and Bolt, his daughter/grand daughter and son respectively, both being rambunctious five year olds, and an additional pair of children well on their way, he constantly had his hands full - not like he was complaining.

“Guess who’s home?” he announced, seeing himself in and kicking off his shoes.

“Papa!” a near-tandem pair of voices squealed, moments before he was beset by the nearly identical filly and colt.

Rocking back against the door, Bow leaned over, scooped up the pair of tykes, and hefted them to his chest. “How are my favorite son and daughter doing today?”

“We’re doing great, Papa!” Bolt proclaimed, beaming up at him.

Slightly more reserved than her quarter-sibling, Charge plastered herself to his chest. “Mama and Aunt Windy took us out to the mall!”

“Oh did they now?” Bow quipped, kissing each of the kids on the head. Easing them down, after tussling their hair, he released the delinquent duo and straightened up. “Well let me go see how my Mamas are doing.”

Watching the pair scamper off towards the backdoor, likely to play outside, he grinned from ear to ear. One of the best parts about his somewhat nontraditional family was that, after word had gotten out about Dash’s shift from professional flier to housewife, nobody had batted an eye - sure, there were a few who were surprised to hear about her relationship with him, but they hadn’t gotten the slightest bit of flack. Either he’d overestimated peoples’ reactions the Princess had done something to make folks more accepting - in either case, he and his little harem were left to live their lives in relative peace.

As he strolled into the kitchen, in search of his pair of mates, he found just what he was looking for. Wearing a tank top and boy shorts, bent over and wiggling her behind while rifling around in the fridge, Dash’s unmistakable derriere and broad, foal-bearing hips were unmistakable. Sauntering over and helping himself to a handful of ass, he caused the young mare to start.

“How’s my baby-girl today?” he purred, sinking his fingers into her delightfully doughy rump.

“What was that about your favorite daughter?” she quipped, peeking back at him with a quirked brow.

Though she was a bit more featherbrained than she used to be, Dash was as pithy as ever. Standing upright and facing him, groaning ever so slightly, she brought her gravid belly to bear. One of the few concessions he’d imposed on her and Windy was that they simply couldn’t afford to crank out foal after foal, both to spare their sanity and finances from rearing a herd of young. Nearly seven months into her second pregnancy, she prodded his chest with a finger.

“Did you remember the pickles?” she pressed, tilting her head to peer up at him.

Thinking fast, Bow rubbed the back of his neck and looked away. “No, but did you remember to pick up milk while you were out?”

She reared back and shot him a confused look. “You but we’re not out of - Aaaahn!”

Before she could finish her statement, his hands shot to her full chest and squeezed. In less than a second, the fabric over her udder-like teats grew moist. Be damned if he could explain she was so productive, and Twilight swore there was no bovine element to the spell she’d used, but his daughter had all the productivity of a dairy cow. Looking to the window, ensuring the little ones were out back, he pulled the fabric of her top aside, leaned in, and wrapped his lips around her right breast.

Clutching the back of his head, she pulled him into her leaking bosom. One of the hardest parts about having a pair of tykes running around was that he had to curtail himself - in that he couldn’t freely have his way with either his wife or mistress whenever he pleased. Slipping one arm around the small of her back, while his free hand crept to her groin, he hungrily suckled and massaged her sweltering marehood through the thin cloth of her shorts.

“Oh Daddy,” she groaned, bucking into his thick, strong fingers, “if you keep this up, I might have to forget to take my birth control after my foal-factory is free.”

Rearing back slightly, licking a bead of milk from his lips, he raised his head and kissed her. “I gotta say, you’ve really taken to being a mother.”

“Like, it’s the most awesome thing ever,” she hummed, reaching around to grope his chiseled behind, “but that’s only because you’re the best Daddy in the whole wide world.”

Pulling back slightly, he affectionately caressed her full belly. While he couldn’t speak for every stallion out there, but he’d always had a weakness for pregnant mares. Something about their size and the unspoken word about their fertility was both wholesome and extraordinarily arousing, never failing to stoke the flames of his paternal passion.

“Well maybe tonight we can…” he trailed off, wriggling his hand into her shorts to knead her bare, slavering marehood.

“Only if I get first,” she insisted, mirroring her actions and thrusting her hand into his pants. “You know I want the biggest load all to myself.”

He rolled his eyes and smirked, knowing all too well how covetous she was of his seed. Honestly, as silly as it sounded, it made no real difference whom he ended up fucking first. Ever since she’d moved back in, his health and overall fitness had done nothing but improve. Inspired by her and her mother, he’d started eating better, exercising daily, and was in as good or better shape than he’d ever been. Covered in toned muscle and with more energy than ever, he was a paragon of masculinity and he never failed to leave either of his mates unsatisfied.

“After Charge and Bolt are in bed, I’m sure you and your mother could have one of your little competitions for who gets first,” he snickered, withdrawing his arm and licking her tangy, sweet nectar from his digits. “Speaking of which, where’s your mother?”

“She was taking a shower a few minutes ago, so she’s probably in our room,” Dash noted, nodding to the hallway. “If you hurry, you might be able to sneak up on her.”

Looking over his shoulder, he extended a clenched fist. “Best wingmare and daughter? How did I get so lucky?”

“Well I do have a little of you in me,” she snickered, giving him a fist bump. “And I’m gonna have more than a little of you in me later,” she added, lovingly caressing his swelling package. “Go get her.”

Grinning like an absolute idiot, he wheeled around and rushed off to find his wife. He’d initially been a bit concerned that there’d be a power struggle between Windy and Dash, with each of the mares vying for his attention and amorous affection, but that hadn’t been the case - if anything, they got along better than ever. Delightfully cheerful, motherly, and bearing all the carnal savagery of ursa majors in heat, his lovers worked in tandem to care for him and their growing hoard.

Rounding a corner and entering the master bedroom, he slowed to a crawl. The sound of running water told him that his wife was still in the bathroom, and the door was still open, so he was just in time to give his spouse a small surprise. Swiftly unbuttoning his shirt and pants, disrobing with all the practiced speed of an athlete, he stripped down and slunk into the boudoir.

Sure enough, blissfully ignorant to her unexpected visitor, Windy merrily hummed within the basin. While he could and more than likely should have struck with the element of surprise, he couldn’t help but take a moment to admire her. Twilight’s spell had affected her similarly to Dash, imbuing her with a titanic rack, more pronounced curves, and a pair of lips that could suck the moon through a dixie straw, making her an absolute bombshell of a mare.

Watching the watcher cascade down her body, looking her from top to bottom, his eyes eventually settled on her belly. Much like their daughter, she’d practically begged him for a third child - a third child that would be due alongside Dash’s next foal. Glancing to her face, ensuring that she hadn’t noticed him, he tiptoed into the small chamber.

The second he reached the tub, he struck. Stepping into the basin and pressing her to the wall, evoking a startled yelp from the startled mare, he locked lips with her. It didn’t take her long to figure out who’d ambushed her, and her retaliation was as fast as it was passionate. Grabbing the thick root of his cock, as her tongue wormed into his muzzle, she groaned into his mouth. Though she wasn’t quite as young as Dash, her sex drive was more potent than ever.

“Mmmmmm,” she moaned, pulling away and languidly stroking his hardening shaft. “Nice to see you too, Daddy.”

The word sent a thrilled shiver up his spine, prompting her to go in for a second kiss. He couldn’t say exactly why she’d started calling him Daddy, seeing as how she’d never once used the pet name with him before walking in on him and Dash, but he was hardly going to complain. As reluctant as he was to admit it, he’d warmed to the lewd undertone of his moniker. As he doubled down and grabbed her upper thighs, lifting and pressing her to the wall, she wrapped her legs around his hips.

Sandwiching his turgid dick between her slavering nethers and his abdomen, she ground her snatch against him. “Someone’s happy to see me.”

“Always,” he sighed, kissing his way over her cheek, down her neck, and to her chest.

Though she wasn’t quite as prolific in the milk department as Dash, her bust was exceptionally large and inviting. An added benefit of having produced two offspring was that her tits hung ever so slightly, resting on her belly. While some guys might not have found the well-used breasts all that appealing, the sign of her maternal prowess never failed to get his motor running.

Bucking his hips and gliding his cock between her meaty lower lips, he was tempted to plow her right then and there, but he knew better. It wouldn’t be long until dinner was ready, doing anything too raunchy with Windy would ultimately result in a protracted and assuredly messy affair, and he hadn’t yet roughhoused with the newest members of the household. Rallying every ounce of self-restraint he had, he begrudgingly stepped back and lowered his wife.

Though Windy didn’t say a word, he could tell she was disappointed that he hadn’t followed through and screwed her. One of the unfortunate things about her transformation was that she could be impudent when she didn’t get her way, yet he didn’t actually find it a fault - in truth, he considered her bratty, somewhat churlish side rather refreshing. Giving her a final slap on the ass, he handed her the shampoo.

“Not even going to take a shower with me?” she pouted, affixing him with her doleful eyes.

“I will later, before we wind down for the night,” he explained, stepping out of the tub and snatching up a towel. As he dried off his face, noticing her sullen expression, he sighed. “You know I wanna get dirty before I get clean,” he teased, eyeing her chest.

Apparently the remark did the trick, causing her to giggle and nod like an excited school filly. A definite perk about her relatively new self was that she was always in good spirits. Before his life had turned around, she’d been relaxed and, on rare occasions, somewhat shrewish, yet that felt like another reality. Now that they’d had the kids, and with Dash back at home, her demeanor had shifted being constantly upbeat and exuberant.

Exiting the bathroom and getting hastily redressed, he saw himself back to the living area to hunt down his progeny. It didn’t take him long to find his son and daughter horsing around out back, playing a game of hide and seek, and he quickly entered the fray. He knew it wouldn’t be that long before supper was ready, but his afternoon play-date with the little ones always took precedence.

There was something profoundly rewarding about having kids back in the house again, filling him with a joy he hadn’t felt in ages. The way Bolt and Charge looked up to him, merrily tackled him after work, or asking him to tell them stories warmed the depths of his heart and made him feel like a million bucks. Even though they could be a handful at times, occasionally getting into trouble or bickering with one another, having them around made his life all the more enjoyable.

The remainder of the afternoon was like many before it, tranquil and comfortable. He and his family ate dinner, Dash and Windy cleaned up, he helped the little ones with their homework, and things eventually wound down. Though many would consider the evening uninteresting, boring even, he couldn’t think of a better way to finish his day.

Having trundled Charge off to her room, with Bolt drowsily following along behind him, he watched their mothers read them a brief fairy tale and see them off to sleep. One of the most touching and unforeseen things about Dash and Windy were just how much they deeply cared for each other’s children. Both mares doted on the little ones with equal amounts of love and affection, showing no preference whatsoever for either foal and cherishing them both as if they were their very own.

As he sneaked to the exit, after his wife and mistress had made their leave, he looked over at the pair of softly snoozing foals. Simply seeing their peaceful faces stirred his paternal instincts and brought a smile to his face, knowing the pair were as loved and well cared for as possible. Having wished them a silent goodnight, knowing full well that he’d see them in the morning, his thoughts turned to his lovers.

With the sun having set, and a full day’s work ahead of him tomorrow, he strolled to his chamber and stifled a yawn. As much as he loved having the kids around, it was rare that he had much energy left after nightfall, but that wasn’t a problem. Going to sleep alongside his wife and daughter-made-mistress was the perfect way to conclude his evenings, seeing them just before he passed out and immediately after waking up.

As he entered the room, spying Windy lounging and reading a magazine on the bed, he steadily undressed. “Where’s Dash?”

“I’m right here, Daddy,” his daughter cooed, appearing from within the closet.

Adorned in a sheer nighty, with her engorged bosoms and neatly trimmed bush visible beneath the thin fabric, she strutted over and pressed herself to his side. Seeing the display, Windy stung her legs off the mattress, got to her feet, and moved to his opposite side, wrapping her arms around him. Sandwiched between the two mares, he rested his arms on their shoulders and gave them each a small kiss on the forehead.

“What am I gonna do with you two?” he chuckled, evoking a girlish giggle from them both.

“It’s not what you’re going to do with us, but what we’re going to do with you,” Windy breathed, gently cupping and massaging his weighty nuts.

“Mmmhmm,” Dash hummed, grasping his muscular ass.

“Oh?” he shot back, looking to them each in turn. “And what would that be?”

“How about you lay down and find out,” his wife breathed.

More than happy to find out what they’d been planning, he released his grip on them, walked to the bed, and eased himself down. Rarely a night went by that he didn’t get some sort of amorous action, and something told him this night would be no different. Truth be told, getting a damn good lay was just the ticket for sleeping like a baby.

Situating himself on the dead center of the mattress, with his head resting beneath the headboard, he watched his lovers stepped to either side of the bed. While they were both exceedingly pregnant, being a bit more lethargic due to the added weight of the foals they carried, neither had lost an ounce of their sexual appetite. As they moved atop the sheets, with their massive tits damn near dragging over the blanket, his stallionhood steadily swelled.

“Since you usually do all the work, we thought we’d give you a break,” Windy whispered, leaning in and burying her face in the thick folds of flesh between his pillar-like dick and balls.

Mirroring her mother, Dash lazily drew her tongue up his length. “So you just sit right there, get comfortable, and enjoy yourself, Daddy.”

Slipping his hands behind his head, after pulling a pillow into place, he grinned. He certainly wasn’t opposed to them taking the lead, especially if they were working in tandem, so he did just as they asked. The sight of them lavishing his equipment with their pouting lips and skillful tongues was almost as amazing as the sensation they afforded, yet that paled in comparison to the fact that they both cherished him so dearly.

Functioning as a team, they set upon him like a pair of randy youths. While Dash reached the tip of his length, hungrily slipping him into her snout, Windy lovingly kneaded and praised his nuts with her tongue. A contented sigh escaped him, seeing and experiencing their devotion to him and the tool that had sired their offspring.

He’d never been all that conceited, but their adoration for him had bolstered his confidence to unimaginable heights. Realistically speaking, there weren’t many stallions his age who could boast about their health, being in such a happy relationship, or having such an active sex life, so it was hard not to be a bit prideful of his situation. For him, he’d achieved the Equestrian dream of having not one but two passionate lovers at home, a fulfilling career, and kids who he absolutely adored doting over.

As Windy’s hand shot to the trunk-like base of his cock, softly jacking him off to help her daughter, he grunted. Thus far, the little opening act was doing a damn fine job at getting him riled up, yet he still couldn’t say what their plans entailed. Restraining his urge to take a more active part, he bided his time - at least, for the time being.

Working on concert, gradually becoming more impassioned, it didn’t take long for the two mares to cave to their desires. Propped on one arm, vehemently fellating him, Dash pulled and teased her left nipple, while Windy reached between her legs and began wantonly fingering herself. Seeing them get so worked up over merely warming him up doused his lustful fire with fuel, trying his patience and withering his self-discipline - still, he kept himself from becoming involved.

Softly groaning and whimpering, growing increasingly needy, the depraved duo’s ministrations finally came to a close. Rearing back and pushing themselves up, they licked their lips and looked up at his beaming face. It was clear that they were far from finished with him, though who would be the first to sate themselves was still yet to be seen.

Silently musing on which of the two would go first, Bow’s unasked question was given an unexpected answer. Without saying a word, Dash and Windy crawled to either side of him, languidly spun around, and rolled to their backs. It took him a minute to figure out exactly what they were doing, but their little scheme revealed itself quickly enough. Sliding their generous backsides over the blankets, spreading their legs and bracing their feet beside one another’s hips, they lifted their hips and pressed their drooling marehoods to either side of his cock.

“Since we couldn’t choose,” Windy began, grabbing one of her bosoms in each hand.

Copying her mother’s movements perfectly, twisting and tugging at her leaking teats, Dash winked up at him. “We thought we’d have a little two-on-one match with you.”

“A match, huh?” he amusedly huffed, playfully bucking his length between their decidedly plump cunts. “What do I get if I win?”

“I’ll cook you whatever you want tomorrow night,” Dash boasted.

“And I’ll make you a special lunch for tomorrow,” Windy added.

Though he wasn’t at all concerned about the little bet, happy to eat whatever they made for him, the prospect of a friendly little competition was too good to pass up. Grinning like a fool, he freed and waved one hand for them to proceed. If they wanted to see who could last longer, he’d be willing to indulge their little fantasy, even if he had a trump card up his sleeve.

Tittering to themselves, the pair nodded to each other and began. Raising and lowering their hips, grinding their marehoods over his length, they alternated their thrusts. The feeling of their velvety naughty bits against his sensitive flesh was staggeringly good, almost as fantastic as actually rutting them, although the perverse display somehow made it more enticing than actual sex.

Knowing that his daughter and wife were getting him off while masturbating in the process was a wondrous combination of taboo and titillating. Alongside the nearly insatiable lust his spouse gained from Twilight’s enchantment, he’d noticed that it didn’t take her long to reach her limit and, if his assumption was right, the same principle applied to Dash. Whatever the Princess had done to them had not only augmented their libido but made it almost laughably easy for them to cum - a fact that he had every intention of capitalizing on.

It didn’t take long for his domineering side to strike, prompting him to gently start thrusting. He hadn’t presumed the added bit of stimulation would be all that rewarding, but he was proven wrong. The soft sounds of their whimpers and moans were sweet music to his ears, while his shaft was quickly moistened by their sensual juices. As much as he liked hearing their frisky banter, there was something to be said about the sound of them enjoying themselves.

On and on they went, occasionally gyrating their hips or slowing to fixate beneath the sensitive head of his dick, while he inched closer and closer to his limit. Given how much sex he’d had in the last year, he was keenly aware of just how long he’d be able to last - as such, he patiently waited for just the right moment to strike. It wasn’t until he noticed them trembling, losing their steady rhythm to hump against him, did he finally put his own plan into action.

Leaning forward slightly, resting his hands atop their groins, he fiercely rubbed their clits with his thumbs. The act had an immediate and profound effect, working just as he’d hoped. Their movements ground to a faltering halt, as they whimpered and mewled at his touch. It may have been a bit of a dirty trick, but all was fair in the realms of love and carnal combat.

“T…that’s cheating!” Windy mewled, fitfully humping against his hand.

Doing much the same as her mother, all but giving up on giving the competition, Dash hauled on her teats and sent a spray of milk over herself. “H…harder, Daddy!”

Overjoyed with the development, but still creeping closer to the edge himself, he cast off his modesty and began fucking between them in earnest. Each plunge caused pre-cum to drool from his stallionhood, gliding down his shaft to further lubricate each thrust. The fact that he’d turned the tables so easily was immeasurably arousing, spurring him onward toward the finish line.

On and on he went, toying with his lovers until he was left gritting his teeth to endure. He didn’t actually care if he came first, seeing as how he’d endure both Dash and Windy had a climax before it was all said and done, yet he had to at least try to best them. Just as he began to flair, with the veins along his length pulsing in tune with his heart, a shrill howl cut through the air.

Windy tensed, having lifted and suckled upon her own breast, as marish nectar gushed from her spasming snatch, but it wasn’t her that’d cried out. Looking over at Dash, seeing her head rolled back, his eyes widened. Writhing in place, savagely twisting both her nipples, she brayed and howled like a beast possessed, drenching both himself and his wife with her orgasmic juices all the while.

The sensory assault, paired with the knowledge that he’d beat them at their little game, proved too much to bear. With one final grunt, he let himself go. Pints of seed erupted from his throbbing cock, coating himself, his mates, and the blankets with his rich essence. It was a hard-earned and fitting conclusion for the affair, albeit a decidedly messy one.

“Fuck,” Windy rasped, going limp and flopping back.

Running a finger over her not-so-small baby bump, gathering up a sizable dollop of his cream, Dash moved her hand to her mouth and licked the digit clean. “We’re definitely gonna have to do that again sometime!”

Surveying the collateral damage, seeing just how a cocktail of spunk and mare-cum coated the bed, themselves, and even portions of the floor, Bow knit his brow. “We’re gonna need to get a tarp next time…”

“Oh! Or maybe we can use the kids’ kiddy pool!” Dash chirped.

Though her idea could work, that was a concern for another day. Patting their flanks, gently urging them to move, he pushed himself up. It was relatively late, he had work in the morning, the sheets needed changing, and he was direly in need of a shower, but he didn’t have the slightest bit of regret - if anything, the extra bit of work would ensure a restful slumber.

The trio sluggishly got to their feet and put themselves to work, with each tending to one task or another. Windy gathered up the blankets and sheets, carrying them off to the washing machine before anything had dried, while Dash retrieved fresh linens from the closet. Bow did what he could, trotting off to the bathroom and setting the shower to warm.

Since the three of them shared a room, it only made sense that he’d invested a substantial amount of bits into renovating the bathroom - as such, he’d purchased an extra-large tub and double vanity for them to share. It was a reasonable investment, given that they all slept together, and it had paid dividends in the end. Putting his hand under the shower-head, feeling the heated water against his palm, the sound of approaching footfalls caught his ear.

As he turned his head, spying Dash and Windy shuffling in, a weary smile split his muzzle. He and his lovers were tired, if for their own reasons, and absolutely slathered in juices, so getting cleaned up would be the perfect finishing touch for their night. Ushering them into the shower, stepping in behind them, the small ritual of their shower began.

Like many times before, and many nights still to come, they bathed one another and enjoyed the simple pleasure of washing one another. Though such events did occasionally take a licentious turn, merely appreciating each other brought them joy on a deep, fundamental level. Situated between the pair, relishing their hands on himself, Bow did what he could to lather them both.

He’d never expected to find himself in such a place, being in a relationship with his loving wife and affectionate daughter, yet there he was. They were raising a perfect little colt and filly, had another pair of foals on the way, and they’d somehow managed to eke out a wondrous life for themselves, in spite of how nontraditional it all was. Though there were surely others who would question what he’d started with them, he couldn’t care less about his naysayers; as far as he was concerned, he was the happiest stallion in all of Equestria…