Wind Sprint was a light sleeper, and the sound of the door creaking jolted her awake. Bleary eyed, she looked up to see the figure of a stallion slipping quietly into her room.
"Dad?"
The stallion was stumbling around in the dark, tripping over the junk that was on her floor. Wind Sprint blinked her eyes several times.
No, Dad's gone, she remembered.
So that meant... ugh. It's just this guy.
He had reached the side of her bed. He just stood there, watching, like he wasn't sure what to do. Every second that passed Wind Sprint hated him more and more.
"Are you asleep?" he finally whispered.
"Yes," she muttered flatly, into her pillow.
The bed springs creaked as he placed his front hooves on the mattress. He fumbled awkwardly with her blanket, trying to pull it down. Wind Sprint sighed heavily.
He finally managed to the blanket off of her. She could feel his eyes on her exposed flank. He was breathing more heavily now, and that annoyed Wind. Was he already out of breath just from doing this?
What a wuss.
Eventually, after staring for what felt like forever, he moved his snout in closer. She felt his hot breath on her flank, disturbing the hairs of her tail and tickling her private places.
"Move your tail, sweetie," he whispered.
A shiver of disgust ran through her body at the word "sweetie." Dad had called her that, this guy had no right to use that word. Wind Sprint didn't move.
"Please?" he whispered. There was an almost frantic quality to it, like he seriously needed her to move her tail before he could do anything. How had a guy this pathetic ever gotten anywhere with Mom? She considered just ignoring him and trying to go back to sleep, but she knew that if she did that he would just keep pleading and pestering her, like a pathetic wuss. Finally she just sighed heavily, and moved her tail with a quick upward jerk, making sure it slapped him across the nose.
"AH-CHOOO!"
The tickling from her tail made him sneeze, loud, and then immediately he froze in place. For several seconds he just stood there, terrified, listening for any indication that he'd been heard. Like the whole town was going to come running in to bust him just because he had sneezed.
What a wuss.
The window was open slightly, and a light breeze blew in. The cool air brushed across Wind's exposed privates. It tingled slightly, and she felt a twitch of anticipation. She wished this guy would either just do it or not do it. She felt herself wink involuntarily.
He must have noticed, because he immediately snapped out of his trance and moved in again. He was still breathing heavily, and the hot breath tickled her, which made her wink again. The guy moved in with his tongue, hesitantly at first, but it didn't take long for his lust to get the better of him. Soon his tongue was moving all over, up and down the crack of her fillyhood and up to her butt hole, coating her with his slobber.
She winked open again, and his tongue tickled her clit as it passed over. It sent a short little jolt of pleasure through her body and she shivered, but it was gone before she had a chance to really enjoy it. That happened a few more times. His tongue moved hungrily all over, up and down, back and forth, tickling her in a way that was more annoying than pleasurable.
This guy had no idea what he was doing, he was nothing like Dad. Dad had known every spot on her body that made her tingle. Some nights he had her groaning so loud she'd had to shove a hoof in her mouth to keep from waking Mom up in the next room. Whenever Dad had finished with her she felt exhilarated, sort of the same way she felt after winning a buckball game. Excited and pumped up, but also tranquil and drained. She always fell right to sleep after that. Every time she'd heard Dad nudging her door open at night, she knew she'd end up sleeping like a log.
This guy, though? This guy had no idea what he was doing. He just slurped and slobbered all over her, like a dog trying to eat an ice cream cone.
He was licking her butt hole now, pushing his tongue inside and coating her ponut all over with saliva. She always wondered why stallions seemed to like that so much, the idea always seemed pretty gross to her. Dad had liked doing it, too. One time he'd asked her if she wanted to do it to him, but she'd made a face and told him no way.
The bed springs creaked again as the guy climbed a little further onto the bed, trying to position himself. Wind Sprint hadn't moved anything but her tail since he'd come in, and she continued to lie there, bobbing up and down along with the mattress but otherwise frigid and still, feeling more and more annoyed as she listened to him fumble around. A breeze came in through the window and tickled her privates again.
Her ponut was still slick with this dweeb's saliva, and now she felt something pressing against it. He was panting hard again.
Climbing up on the bed must have really worn him out, she thought. What a wuss.
He pushed it a little way inside her, stretching her hole just a bit, and she grunted. He pulled back immediately, which annoyed her. He fumbled around some more, rubbing it against her ponut and pressing into her, but every time it felt like it was about to go in, he'd hesitate and pull back. It was really getting on her nerves.
"If you put it in me I'll scream," she muttered finally.
He jerked away from her quickly, scrambling down off the bed like it was on fire or something. She might have laughed if she hadn't been so cranky by then.
What a wuss.
Dad wouldn't have stopped just because she'd said something like that to him. But then, he wouldn't have spent all night fumbling around, either. Dad would have just put it in whichever hole he wanted as deep as he wanted, and he wouldn't have stopped until he was finished. And even if she really had screamed, he would have just pushed her face into the mattress.
Everything Mom's new guy did made her mad. It was bad enough that Dad was gone. Why did this dweeb have to make it worse by trying so hard to be like him? And why did he have to suck so bad at it? She didn't understand how anyone could be such a wuss.
If he wanted to put it inside her he should just put it in, and if he was too scared to he should just get off of her and let her sleep. Why couldn't he make up his mind? She knew he wasn't actually worried about hurting her, he was just worried about getting caught if she made too much noise. That made him even more of a wuss. And even if he was worried about hurting her, so what? Why was that a big deal? Just because something might hurt a little bit didn't mean you shouldn't do it. Wind Sprint got hurt playing buckball all the time, but that didn't make her want to stop playing. This guy couldn't even understand something that simple. He was just such a wuss.
Meanwhile, the wuss had apparently changed his mind about what he wanted to do, and was now moving around to the side of the bed. He fumbled his way up onto the mattress again, and suddenly a musky odor assaulted her nose.
In the dim light she could see his thing bobbing up and down in front of her face. She opened her mouth instinctively, breathing in the scent. She didn't mind doing this as much. This guy was terrible at everything, and everything he did made her mad, but up close like this it was different. A cock was a cock, and his didn't look or smell or taste all that different from Dad's.
Wind Sprint relaxed her jaw as much as she could, and tried to relax her throat. She closed her eyes, and just let him do what he wanted. That sweaty, musky smell filled her nostrils every time he pushed it in a little further, and suddenly it was like Dad was there again. She felt a shiver run through her private place, sending a little wave of pleasure all the way up her spine. She moved her front hoof between her legs and started to rub herself. It was okay like this, so long as he didn't talk...
"Oh fuck, yeah, oh that's so good sweetie..."
She heard his wussy, nasally voice calling her "sweetie" again, and immediately she was back in the present.
"Ohh... oh, you're so good at this, Wind..."
She felt a sudden strong desire to bite down on him, as hard as she could. She knew she couldn't, though. Knowing this guy, he'd probably shriek like a little filly, loud enough to wake up the neighborhood. Then Mom would come running in, and she'd know everything.
"Oh... that's so good sweetie..."
Wind Sprint tried to pull away, but his front hooves were blocking her. He pushed forward again, and she started to gag. Hearing her choke must have been a turn-on for him, either that or he was enjoying himself enough to forget what a wuss he was for just a second. He pulled her head closer and thrust forward, pushing his cock as far down her throat as it would go. Wind gagged again, but she didn't try to pull away. A deep spasm of pleasure ran through her entire body, and once again she moved her front hoof between her legs and began attacking her clit.
Thankfully, he had stopped talking, his whispers devolving into low grunts and moans as he began to lose control. His front hooves held her head in place like a vice as he fucked her throat with greater and greater abandon. Wind stroked herself rapidly with one hoof. The warm tingling sensation that had been building between her legs exploded suddenly, and spasms wracked her young body. Warm, viscous liquid gushed out of her pussy and onto the bedsheets, and she caught a whiff of her own scent mixed in with his.
He suddenly threw back his head and groaned, biting down on his lip to prevent himself from making too much noise. He gave two or three more powerful thrusts, and then Wind Sprint felt the familiar sensation of warm liquid gushing down her esophagus and into her belly.
Dad...
For a few blissful seconds, she was lost. There was nothing else but the pleasure between her legs, the warmth in her body, and the sweet, musky scent of her father. She wanted to exist in that moment forever.
She couldn't, though. The guy moaned again. His spent cock pulled out of her throat with a lewd pop, and Wind immediately began to cough, a ribbon of drool and semen dribbling from her lip to the pillow. The stallion laughed in an annoying, awkward way, and gave out an exaggerated sigh. Instantly Wind was brought back into the present again. Her Dad was gone, she remembered. In his place was this chuckling, awkward wuss. She coughed again, and glared.
He reached out to stroke her mane with a hoof. She jerked her head away. Then he tried to lean in and give her a kiss. Before he could get close, she spat a glob of cum at him. Instead of getting mad, the dweeb just laughed awkwardly again, scratching the back of his head with a hoof. She looked up. There was moonlight coming through the window now, and she could see him clearly now. His coat was yellow, and his mane was a dull gray, striped in monotones, like Daring Do's mane.
He was always talking about Daring Do. He talked about her like she was his hero, even though he was way too much of a wuss to ever do any of the cool stuff that she did in those books. Wind thought it was really stupid, the way he was obsessed with her like that. She sometimes wondered if he was colored that way naturally, or if he dyed his mane and coat just to look more like Daring Do. She guessed the latter, it sounded like the kind of thing he'd be lame enough to do. She thought he looked so stupid just then, standing there chuckling nervously like a doofus, a glob of his own cum dripping off of his nose.
What a wuss.
She turned angrily away from him, and shut her eyes. He stood there watching her for a little bit longer, chuckling to himself like an idiot and fidgeting around. Suddenly he leaned in and gave her an awkward kiss on the top of her head. She didn't fight him, she was just glad he'd wiped the cum off his nose first. Wind shut her eyes and pretended to go to sleep. The guy chuckled awkwardly one more time, then began to plonk his way unsteadily back towards the door, once again tripping on the junk that was strewn about on the floor.
When he reached the door, he paused again.
"Uh, Wind?" he said in a loud whisper.
Wind Sprint pretended to be asleep.
"Wind?" he whispered again.
She said nothing.
"Wind, you know you can't ever tell anypony about this, right?"
Wind Sprint sighed.
"I won't tell," she muttered flatly.
He chuckled nervously again, muttered something she couldn't understand, and then the door clicked shut. A breeze blew in through the window, rustling the curtains, and Wind shivered slightly.
She sat up, and grumpily tugged her blanket back into place.
He could have at least tucked me back in.
She pulled the blanket up over her and rolled onto her side, curling her legs. There was still a warm wet spot on her sheets from when she came earlier. She scooched away from it, and shifted the blanket off of that spot so it would dry faster.
She thought about Dad. She remembered how he would lie down in bed with her, afterwards. Even after playing so rough, he would always climb in bed and let her snuggle up against him until she fell asleep.
Wind rolled over and closed her eyes, trying to remember what he smelled like.
