Unexpected Changes

As Lily took the last forkful of waffle off of her plate, mopping up the jelly and cream, she looked across the table at her dad. He was finished already, leaning forward on his elbows and watching her.

"What?"

He chuckled. "I missed you, Lily. A lot."

She swallowed the last bite. "I missed you, too. Granny was great, but you're my dad. Every child needs a parent."

"Most have two."

Lily lowered her head. "Some don't have any."

"That's true..."

"I've had a taste of that," sighed Lily. "It sucks."

"You'll receive no argument from me."

"I'm glad you're back. It's going to make things a lot better."

He grinned. "Yeah..." slowly, the smile drained from his face. In its place came a look of uncertainty and fear.

"Dad? Is everything okay?"

Cloverleaf took a deep breath. "I was just thinking of something I have to do. I don't really want to, but it's required."

Lily reached across the table and grabbed his hoof. "I'll help."

He placed his hoof on hers. "I know you will. You're a good kid."

"I was raised by a good dad."

His smile returned.

"Now, let's go upstairs." Lily slid out of her chair and onto her hooves. "I want to show you what I've been doing while you were away."

Curious, Cloverleaf stood up and followed her. He had an idea of what he was going to see, but he pushed the thought out of his mind. He didn't want to set his expectations too high.

When they made it to her room, she pulled out the box, and he turned around to lock the door. The doors to the house were all locked, as were the windows, and they lived in a nice neighborhood, but he still wanted the room sealed. He even drew the shades to make sure nopony could look in on them.

By the time he turned around, Lily had the big dildo out and was lubing it up.

"The big one, huh?" he chuckled. "That's pretty heavy stuff. Are you sure you want to try it?"

Lily did not answer. Instead, she just leaned back, placed the tip between her labia, and pulled. More than two-thirds of the shaft disappeared into her in a single slurp, and with a deep breath, so did most of the rest of it.

Cloverleaf could not hold his jaw up. It had collapsed to the floor, and his eyes had widened to the size of dinnerplates. When he'd pushed down his expectations, they weren't nearly as high as this.

Lily's head rolled to the side. "Ta... dah.." she panted, just barely holding the massive length inside of her.

Cloverleaf shook his head and approached. "You've been practising!" he cooed.

"Well, I can't play hoofball like this," she chuckled. "What else am I supposed to do all day?"

Cloverleaf leaned over and kissed his daughter, reaching down between her legs to grab the dildo by the handle. "I'm very proud of you, sweetie, but you didn't have to go quite that far."

"How else am I supposed... to handle the-- the real thing?" she asked, her speech riddled with gasps and moans. "Can I see it?"

"In a moment," he promised. He slid down the bed to her hips and rolled her leg over his head so that her thighs were on either side of his head. "I want to see how beautiful my daughter is as she's coming along."

He pulled the dildo out so that he could see her body as it fell. Her pussy was absolutely dripping, and not all of it was lube. She was trembling at every touch, his hooves driving her wild. Her breasts shook back and forth as her body rocked. They still weren't big, but they were bigger than most fillies' her age. They were even starting to produce milk, as her body was preparing itself for the baby to be born.

Lily gasped as Cloverleaf dragged his tongue along her lips, paying special attention to her clitoris. When the tip of his tongue touched it, he wiggled it around, and her legs clamped around his neck. She had done this dozens of times with the vibrator, to the point where she could handle it easily. But the vibrator was nothing compared to his tongue.

He didn't stay down there for long. He could have, and would have, but it was not necessary. She was ready, and he was almost ready. "Pass me that lube?" he gestured, climbing up and hovering over top of her.

She shook her head and grabbed the bottle, scooting down between his legs. "I can do it," she said, squirting a glob into her hoof. Snapping the lid shut, she rubbed it back and forth in her hooves, warming it up. She'd learned that applying it directly, it was always too cold, but if you warmed it in your hooves first, it was nice. It went on smoother, too.

Cloverleaf was almost fully extended before, but as Lily stroked her hooves up and down his shaft, coating every square centimetre of the surface in high-performance lubrication, he started to firm up, growing harder and longer, letting out groans as she prepped him for entry.

Those moans turned to a yelp of shock as her lips closed around his tip. It wasn't bad, he just wasn't expecting it. He'd had his eyes closed, and was imagining his first time with her mother. She hadn't been nearly as skilled, but she was just as beautiful. Feeling something close around him drew him out of that memory.

"Sorry," Lily called, pulling away. "I tried not to use my teeth."

"You didn't," he assured. "You were doing great. I just wasn't ready for it."

She was about to try again, but he grabbed ahold of her shoulder and pulled her forward until they were face-to face. Both of their lips were still a little wet, creating a sticky amalgamation as he pressed himself against her. Their tongues danced in each others' mouths, each one eagerly kissing the other.

As they separated, Lily's face had turned red, and the strand of saliva connecting their faces dropped down to her chin. She looked so cute and helpless, and he wanted nothing more than to wrap himself around her.

"D-daddy," she panted. "Please... I need it..."

He smiled down at her. "Anything for you, my princess..."