Not Wanting to Let Go

by AndNoOneSingsMeLullabies

Rating: mature
Tags: Fetish, Argyle Starshine, My Little Pony: A New Generation, Sex, Gore, Dark, Sunny Starscout, Porn
Length: 2277

Sunny's dad died. Unfortunately, the young filly's not quite ready to let go of him. So she fucks his decaying corpse. You know, typical filly stuff.

Argyle died suddenly, and poor Sunny has been left to try to cope with the sudden loss of her father. So she does what any normal filly would do: drags his corpse to her basement and fucks it constantly while lying to all the adults in her life about his whereabouts so she can continue to do so. Who hasn't been there, right?

This is a sequel story to https://www.fimfiction.net/story/512287/life-skates-by, but can be enjoyed without reading that if you prefer.

Warnings: foalcon, incest, necrophilia, gore, eye fucking, maggots going places maggots shouldn't go, Phyllis being a somewhat decent pony, and learning to move on.

Published 2022-03-10 22:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2022-03-10 22:00:01 UTC

I mean, who didn't fuck a parent's corpse in their youth?

"Still no word from your father, dear?" Phyllis asked, trying her best to hide the concern in her voice from the young filly before her.

"No, miss Phyllis," Sunny replied. "You don't think anything bad might have happened to him, do you?"

"Of course not, Sunny," Phyllis lied. "I'm sure he's just been... delayed."

Sunny did her best to look worried and unsure. She donned her best 'innocent filly face' and blasted the older mare with her tearing eyes. It was so easy to fool older ponies. Just look distraught enough and they'll never suspect you of anything.

After Sunny had woken up in her father's cooling embrace that fateful night, she had quickly snapped into action. After cleaning up and moving his body into the basement, she had gone about business as usual in town, causally mentioning to her teachers that he had found another artifact of the old days and left her alone for a couple days. They'd all rolled their eyes, muttered some words like 'silly fool' and 'crazy old stallion', and accepted her story without question. Now, a week later, many ponies in town were trying and failing to hide their growing concern about Sunny's dad from her, but so far no pony had even an inkling of doubt regarding her story. Just as planned.

"Well, I'm sure Argyle... I mean, your father, will be back any day now, Sunny," Phyllis reassured her.

"I'm sure he will too!" Sunny exclaimed, a happy smile plastered on her face.

"Well, I'll send Sprout by tomorrow to visit, along with some food for you," the mare promised. "And you be sure to tell your father that I want to speak with him the moment he returns! I intend to make sure that old fool thinks twice before leaving you all alone to go gallivanting in search of those miserable unicorns and pegasi."

"Yes, miss Phyllis."

Sunny waved goodbye as Phyllis left, and continued to wave and watch until she was certain that the mare was gone and not coming back. Then she sighed and let the smile fall, glad to be done with having to act happy for anypony. She hurried into her home and let the door slam behind her, pausing a moment to straighten out the photo of her and her dad before running toward the basement door. Finally, she could spend more time with her father.

She felt bad lying to everypony in town, especially because it was making them think even less of her dad than they had already. What else could she do, though? If she had told everypony about his death, they would have taken him from her and buried him in the ground. She just wasn't ready for that. She knew she'd have to accept the truth and move on from his death eventually, but all she wanted was to spend a little more time with him before then. She wasn't crazy after all, the filly assured herself as she descended the stairs to where she was keeping her father's decaying corpse. She just needed a little extra time to process her emotions. There was nothing wrong with that, right?

Her thoughts were interrupted when the she reached the bottom of the stairs and her nostrils were assaulted by the stench of rotting meat. Her ears twitched at the buzzing noise echoing through the cool air. Ugh! The flies were getting worse down here by the day. She had hoped the basement would be chilly enough to keep them out, but the weather had been warm the past few days and now the bugs were getting more and more comfortable down here. Her precious daddy/daughter time was going to be over soon now that they were speeding up the decomposition of his body. Oh well, no sense worrying about it for now. Carpe diem, as they used to say in old ponish.

Sunny trotted towards where her father's body sat against the wall, swatting away flies with her tail as she approached. She plopped down next to him and nuzzled her head against his withers, doing her best to ignore the rigid coldness of his flesh as she remembered the warmth of his once living body.

"Hey dad," she greeted his corpse. "How ya holding up?"

The corpse said nothing in response to her question, but Sunny didn't mind. At least with all the maggots crawling around in his eye goop, she could pretend they were shifting to look at her. Maybe all these flies weren't all bad.

"Anyway, Phyllis stopped by again a little while ago," she continued, ignoring her dad's silence. "She's still as annoying as ever, but I've got to admit she's been pretty nice since you 'disappeared' a week ago. If nothing else, the food she's been making is better than anything I could cook on my own. Not that that's saying much, huh dad?" she asked, nudging him in the side.

Argyle's head listed forward , hanging limply from his neck. Sunny pretended that he was nodding in agreement, smiling as she made conversation with the body. But, of course talking could only hold his interest for so long. He had made Sunny his mare just before he had died. That spurt of cum that had flooded her womb after he rutted her was one of the last biological functions performed by his living body, and she would treasure that memory forever. But she had certain responsibilities to fulfill as his mare, and it was time for her to get to it.

Leaning her dad back so he was again sitting back against the wall, she spread his hind legs apart and leaned down between his legs. The smell was rancid and foul as she moved her face to her father's crotch. A thin sheen of slime coated Argyle's penis, and whatever had been left in his digestive tract before he died had had plenty of time to leak out over the past week. Sunny paid none of that any mind as she took her dad into her mouth and began to suck on him. In her mind she remembered the familiar scent of musk, the savory taste of cock as opposed to the sour decay that now tainted her tongue. She retreated into those memories as she continued to suck him off.

Of course, he remained flaccid no matter how hard Sunny sucked on him. That was alright. He had taught he long ago that this was just something that happens to stallions his age sometimes, and that good little fillies shouldn't comment on it lest they seem rude. So, she continued to nurse on the flaccid rod, alternating between sucking it and planting loving kisses upon her dad's cock and balls.

As she tended her dad's cock, Sunny began to feel a familiar wetness between her own thighs. Even if he couldn't get it up anymore, sucking Argyle's dick never failed to get the young filly wet and wanting. She swung her rump over his hind leg, letting her arousal settle upon his thigh while her mouth never left his cock. The fur beneath her was matted and tangled from where she'd used his leg multiple such times over the last week. She began to grind her heat against her father's leg as she kept sucking and slurping on him, moaning wantonly in the dark and cold basement beneath her lighthouse.

Sunny's slit slid back and forth over her dad's leg, moving faster and faster as she approached her climax. He may be dead now, but daddy never failed to bring his daughter to satisfaction. She ground herself harder into his dead flesh, humping his leg, searching desperately for release. Suddenly though, she felt something slide beneath her, and her special place felt oddly sticky and slimy. Lifting her mouth off his cock, she looked down beneath her and was surprised to see exposed bone down by her pussy.

"Oops," she muttered as she stood up. "Guess I ground myself too hard into your leg, dad. Sorry."

Argyle's skin sloughed off his leg, exposing rotting flesh and bone to the open air. Maggots wriggled angrily in the exposed muscle, upset at the disturbance of their meal. A viscous black ooze leaked from the open wound, and a strand of the coagulated blood hung in the air between Argyle's leg and Sunny's cunny. The filly couldn't help but grimace a bit as the rotten gunk clung to her fur and between her lips. She winked her pussy several times to push it out of her, but it was too sticky and thick to be effective.

"Bleh! Thanks a lot, dad..." Sunny mumbled.

Sunny knew she should probably go clean herself up. There was no way having that stuff festering inside her was healthy. But she had been so close before his skin had given way, and the maggots that were squirming around on her down there were just enough to keep that tingly feeling up in her tummy. Besides, it would probably be disrespectful to her dad's memory if she didn't give him a chance to finish her up. A good stallion never leaves his mares wanting, after all.

The way the larvae were tickling inside her was giving her ideas. Those bugs felt remarkably good inside her, much to her surprise and delight. She regarded her dad's body, trying to figure out what part of his body would allow her the best opportunity to get more of those little guys up inside her. Then she remembered the way his eyes had been jiggling as the little bugs feasted on jelly, and her face lit up. Laying her dad's body on the ground facing the ceiling, she straddled his face and lowered herself down on one of his infested sockets.

Sunny moaned in delight as her puffy, blood soaked lips made contact with the congealed fluid of her dad's eye. She pressed down on it, popping the eye and letting the juice ooze inside of her, allowing a swarm of maggots inside her tender walls. The squirmed and wriggled inside of her as she fucked herself on his face. Lost in the sudden pleasure, she fell forward and her hooves shot forward to catch herself. Her forehooves found purchase on the soft flesh of Argyle's stomach, and immediately sunk into his tummy as the rotten skin tore open. She barely even noticed the excrement staining her fur as she pushed her hooves further inside him, exploring his insides as she continued to drag herself around his face. Taut skin tore from his skull as she dragged herself around on his face, lost in pleasure as she destroyed the corpse beneath her.

"Fuck me, daddy!" she begged as she continued her desecration. She was soaked in blood and puss and who knew what else. She splashed flopped around on him as she pleasured herself on him. Maggots and flies swarmed her, excited by the disgusting cocktail of rot that now covered her. She didn't care. She sought only to find completion from her father, to obtain one last climax before saying goodbye. She pushed her face down into the cavity between his ribs, burying her senses in the mess of rotten gore inside him. She was so close. So near to her peak. "Faster, daddy! Faster! FASTER!"

Sunny screamed as she experienced her last orgasm with her dad. Her hooves gave out beneath her, and she lay exhausted in the puddle of pony juice that had been her dad. Her eyes closed, and she drifted off into peaceful sleep as the last of dad oozed around her and soaked into her fur.

Hours later, when she woke up, she calmly made her way over to the hose in the corner of the basement and began to scrub herself down. Despite how disgusting she knew she should find everything around her, Sunny felt better than she had all week. She scrubbed all the bits of Argyle off her, along with the maggots that were making themselves home on and in her. She shivered slightly as she inserted the hose inside her pussy and let the cold water flood her insides and wash out the rot that infested it. After a long time scrubbing and soaking herself, she dried off and made her way to the stairway. Before she ascended the steps, she took on last look over her shoulder where her dad's corpse reposed next to the wall.

"Goodbye, dad," she whispered, before climbing the stairs. Her dad was dead, but she felt she could finally put that past her and move on. Instead of dwelling on the past and what she lost, she knew she had to keep going forward, and keep pursing her dad's dream. Their dream. She would make friends with the unicorns and pegasi. She wasn't a little filly anymore. From today on, she had to be a mare. Her dad's mare. One who would make him proud.

Today was the first day of the rest of her life. And it was gonna be her day.

Author's Note

Can you believe this was actually something someone requested as a sequel to Life Skates By? It's unbelievable how sick and perverted some fans can be. Especially you, person who suggested this. You know who you are, and I hope you're ashamed of yourself for even thinking up such degeneracy. I really can't help but wonder at the terrible thoughts that inhabit the minds of some readers.

Anyway, hope you all enjoyed this incestuous foalcon necrophilia fic I wrote.