Lake Flaccid

Sweetie lurked in shallow water, thousands of emotions and thoughts storming through her mind as she used her magic and a small rag to scrub her back of her father's emissions. She knew she couldn't stay in the water long, else the cold would possibly become dangerous.

Her nose was barely above the water, the chill hiding what would otherwise be flushed cheeks, and with each breath, she exhaled through her mouth, created a bubbling fountain in front of her that mirrored her chaotic thoughts.

It wasn't the first time she'd masturbated in her sleep while dreaming of her coltfriend or some other attractive stallion. It likely wouldn't be the last. Unfortunately, her dream was extremely sexually charged, and she was still incredibly aroused.

It didn't help that fragments of her dream kept coming back to her as she dwelled on it. Rumble's features were less and less defined each time it replayed in her head. At first she was angry—she didn't want Rumble in her life anymore—but as he became less defined, the anger began to subside. Soon, however, the memory took on an entirely different, more confusing form as her father's stricken expression replaced Rumble.

Her arousal made it all the more confusing—surely the thought of having sex with her father ought to temper her arousal? But for some reason, she knew that in her dream, she'd been enjoying him... and she still felt a powerful need.

Occasionally, she would glance over at where her father was cooking breakfast. He was sitting with his back to her, but she caught him looking her way once—she'd looked away again immediately.

Why did this have to happen now?

Though she'd slept in close quarters with stallions before, this had never happened while sleeping with one in the past; at least, not one she couldn't fuck immediately after, like Rumble. That was tearing her up—she couldn't have chosen a more inappropriate time for it if she had tried. Inappropriate as it was, however... at least it was a pony who loved her. Somehow, that thought was more comforting than she had thought it would be.

She glanced over at her father again—he'd moved away from the campfire and had resumed fishing, seated in the reclining chair. That meant breakfast was done.

The chill was starting to get unbearable and her teeth began to chatter as she shivered. She stepped out of the water, certain that she'd dealt with the worst of the stain, shaking off the water as best she could. Immediately the chill air made it feel like she was freezing to the bone.

She dashed straight for the tent, and ripped the sleeping bag out through the doorway with a spell. As she trotted toward the fire, she fished around in her bag for a simple dress she’d brought with her, and slipped it on, then unzipped the sleeping bag and wrapped it snugly around herself. Once she was at a distance that was comfortably warm, she plopped her butt down. She took a bite of the meal her father had laid out for her and stared into the crackling fire as she ate.

The snaps and pops of the fire were the only sounds accompanying the gradual brightening of the landscape. Sweetie was intent to stay put while she warmed up, turning from side to side to warm each part of herself, and using the sleeping bag to insulate the side not facing the flames. As she turned again, she looked up. Her father was ahead of her, his back turned as he continued to fish.

Neither of them had spoken since he left the tent earlier. Sweetie felt guilty as she stared at his back. He'd done nothing wrong—she was the one that had grinded against him, but she knew he was hurting, blaming himself for doing a horrible thing.

They needed to talk.

"Dad?" she whispered, approaching him slowly. "I'm sorry."

Hondo flinched, but didn't turn to face her. "Why are you sorry? I'm the one who should apologize."

"No!" Sweetie shouted. "I was..." She paused and swallowed down the embarrassment of her confession. "I'm pretty sure I was grinding on you. I do that in my sleep when I'm... h-horny sometimes, and... well... you're a stallion, you can't help how you react. It's not fair to blame yourself."

Hondo remained silent for a few moments. Sweetie Belle was beginning to second-guess herself. Was this conversation ill-advised? "You did," Hondo finally confessed. "You were grinding on me."

Her fears were confirmed, but one thing still bothered her, and she couldn't deny that the thought had colored every bit of her thoughts—a cloud of fear. Afraid that she wasn't good enough. Not pretty enough. "D-did you... at least... did you enjoy it?" she whispered.

Hondo visibly flinched, his ears folding back as he set his fishing pole aside. He looked up at the sky for a few moments. His hesitation was painful, though Sweetie Belle struggled to understand her own sudden despair.

Finally, he turned to face her, his cheeks flushed red. "Sweetie..." he began. His hooves were extended like he wanted to hug her, but wavered about like he wasn't sure what he should do with them. "You're a beautiful mare, Sweetie," he finally resumed. "Any stallion that tried to pretend he didn't enjoy that would be the most obvious liar in Equestria. But I know you're not just beautiful on the outside—you're beautiful on the inside, too." Fresh tears began forming in Sweetie's eyes as he continued to speak. "There's no way you would have meant to hurt me. And I wouldn't dare to hurt you, either. I'm terribly sorry for what happened."

Sweetie couldn't respond. Instead, she threw herself into his outstretched hooves, sobbing into his chest. He awkwardly embraced her, patting her back softly. "It's okay," he whispered. "It will all be okay..."

Hondo embraced his crying daughter. The events of the last few hours were weighing heavily on his soul, but at that moment, he was satisfied to be the father that she so desperately seemed to need. He stroked her mane softly as she sobbed into his chest.

Unfortunately, the entire experience had left him with far too many thoughts that trended toward the sexual. Though he didn't want it, he found himself unable to erase the memory of peering down at his daughter as his—He shook his head violently.

No. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. And yet, his self-admonitions didn't help. It had been so long since he'd gotten any relief that wasn't at his own hooves that he couldn't help himself as his mind replayed it over, and over in his head.

He squeezed Sweetie Belle more tightly, desperately trying to will the thoughts away, but to no avail. He could feel his penis dropping from its sheathe, stiffening slowly. There was no way that she wouldn't notice if he didn't get away from her.

It couldn't be helped. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her away from him. She gazed up at him, tears running down her cheeks—he hadn't seen as many tears from his beloved daughter in many, many years as he had in the last twenty-four hours. "W-what?" she whispered.

"S-sorry, I-I just..." he stammered.

Sweetie looked down as his stallionhood brushed against her hoof. Her eyes locked on his length for several moments. He tried desperately to form an explanation.

Her eyes met his again—an inscrutable expression as she held his gaze. After several seconds, she lunged at him, her lips locking with his as she kissed him. She moved with such swiftness that he toppled to the ground, Sweetie Belle knocking some of the wind out of him as she landed across his chest.

It was not a chaste kiss between father and daughter—her tongue desperately fought to gain entrance to his maw. Completely shocked, he allowed it, though he did nothing to return the kiss. Her tongue explored his teeth and brushed against his own tongue. His eyes widened in shock as he realized what she was doing.

He rolled to the side to get her off of him. Her lips were forcefully pulled away as he stood up, towering over her. "What are you doing?" he demanded.

Sweetie just lay there on the ground silently, her face drawn into the pout he'd gotten used to dealing with as a father. Her horn began to glow green, and he felt a sudden stimulation on his cock. His jaw dropped. "Sweetie, stop."

She looked up at him, tears running down her cheeks. "What, am I not good enough for you, either?" she spat. "Or do you want to go home to that mare that doesn't even touch you, the same way Button wouldn't touch me?" At no point did her spell fade. "Do you just want to be miserable and unloved?"

Hondo stared down at his daughter aghast. Her words were like barbs, stabbing him in the heart. "N-no," he protested.

"I want to do this for you, dad. I want you to feel the same love I feel from you."

He'd already coated her back in his seed—what was she even talking about? But he couldn't deny that it felt nice. Still— "Sweetie, we can't do this. I don't... need another relationship." It stung to say it. He craved a sexual relationship again. But this wasn't what he wanted.

"You don't have a relationship, dad. You told me that yourself—you're just roommates. Besides, it's not like we're fucking. Just..." Her magic faded. "P-please... let me do this. For you." Her lower lip trembled. Hondo felt his resolve breaking. "... and for me."

He couldn't bring himself to reply. Was he really about to let his daughter...

...

He loved her. More than anything in the world. And in that moment, his claims that he would do anything for her were being put to the ultimate test. He swallowed his pride, and though he was second-guessing himself, he nodded slightly.

Her magic came back, stroking his cock gently as she stood up. "Lay down," she commanded. Hondo could barely believe he was letting her do this, but he followed her command, lowering himself to the ground and rolling onto his back. The entire time, her magic didn't stop, stroking his member which now stood proudly into the air above him.

She laid herself down, forelegs crossed, across his upper chest, turned to face his throbbing erection. He couldn't see her face—not her smile, nor her tears. But he could see the soft green glow of the tip of her horn, her gorgeous curls, the curve of her shoulder blades under the straps of her dress, her thin hips where the dress gripped them, and then... her tail, flagged and twitching, poking out from beneath. From his angle, and the way she was sitting, he could also make out the curvature of one of her teats just at the edge of the fabric.

Never before had he seen his daughter quite like this. When he woke up, she was innocent. His thoughts then had been his, and his alone. But now, he saw her as she truly was—a mare. Sexy, and—seemingly—eager.

He shook his head. This was as far as he could let it go.

And then, as he didn't think his erection could get any harder, she lifted her head, bent down, and licked it.

Sweetie teased the tip of her father's cock, her tongue swirling around the crown as she inhaled his musk. Her magic, which had previously been stroking his shaft, lowered to his balls, fondling them as her mouth descended slightly onto the tip of his shaft.

He was large. Larger than Rumble. Larger than Button. She didn't care. She wanted to do this for him—she wanted to do it for her. She needed to know that she was enough for somepony. For a stallion who actually loved her and not just the trophy she represented.

She went down deeper on his cock, the tip brushing the back of her throat. She felt him tense up beneath her.

"Sweetie, s-stop..."

Was he about to blow his load? Good. She took a deep breath and opened her throat, intent on taking him even deeper.

"This is crossing a line," her father shouted. A taboo? She didn't care. She was used to stupid rumors already. She needed to do this, for herself.

She suddenly found herself shoved off of her father, his cock ripped from her mouth as she landed on her back and her father stared down at her...

Sweetie stared up at him, confused. He was angry. And again, the sting of rejection crept up on her. "Why?" she demanded, wondering how many times her own father would hurt her today. "Don't you love me?"

Hondo stared down at her, his expression flashing between anger, concern, and back to anger again. "I'm sorry, Sweetie. This isn't right. We can't do this."

A cry that she'd been holding back since they'd started threatened to win. "Why not?" she challenged, barely withholding her sobbing. Her entire body was quivering with rage and grief. "It's true then? I'm not even enough for you? A stallion who hasn't gotten any in years, whose wife won't do anything for him?"

And Sweetie suddenly realized why she was angry. Her father was the perfect stallion. She never realized it before—all she wanted was a stallion to love her the way her father did. And yet, her own mother didn't see it. She couldn't see how amazing her father was. Maybe it was irrational. Maybe she was being emotional and cruel to her mother. She didn't care.

"I can do for you what she won't," Sweetie Belle whispered. "I can give you the love you aren't getting at home. I've been hurt too much by stallions who don't care. You've been hurt by a mare who doesn't appreciate you..."

Lying on her back, with the early morning sky above her, she lifted her dress and spread her legs. "So, please... stop hurting us. And just... embrace me...?"

Hondo could barely believe his senses. His own daughter, his own flesh and blood, was spread-eagled before him. Begging for him.

His eyes broke away from hers and traveled down her form. Her rosy cheeks, stained with tears. Her gorgeous mane. The neckline of the dress, perfectly accentuating her form. The soft fabric resting against a supple body, until it became bunched up where she'd pulled it aside, exposing the two most gorgeous spheres he'd ever laid eyes on. Each of those orbs, with its small, perky nipple, perfectly placed, bounced slightly with her heavy breaths. The darker skin showing through the thin fur of her mons, trailing to her darkened pussy lips.

As if watching his gaze, her hooves reached down and pulled gently, opening her flowing in invitation, a deep, pink abyss with a small nub that begged for his attention with its winking. And below that, the deep gray of her puckered asshole, her dock, and her luscious tail...

It was... beautiful.

She was beautiful.

And she wanted him. She didn't care about the consequences. He swallowed thickly, yet he hesitated. "J-just..."

"Please," she begged.

"Just this once," he said, unable to believe his own words. Her smile grew as he laid down atop of her. His lips met hers, and they kissed, her intoxicating taste overwhelming his senses.

Was it really... wrong to do this? To stop a pony from hurting? A pony that he loved?

His hips shifted, trying to get himself into position. He knew they were about to step off of a cliff they could never re-climb. The tip of his cock rested against her pussy. He pulled away from the kiss, gazing into her eyes, searching for anything to tell him this wasn't exactly what she wanted. She simply smiled.

And he moved. She gasped as his cock sank into her warm depths, her pussy lips spreading around him, squeezing him tightly. She embraced him tightly, her forehooves pulling him down as she again forced her lips on his.

Her love passage was more than accommodating. Her arousal had left her incredibly slickened, he realized. Far more than her mother ever had. For years—he realized with growing grief—Cookie had never been... wanting him. This was what he was missing. The feeling of being wanted by a mare as he thrust into her.

He withdrew again, her tight walls grasping at his retreating member, until he pressed forward again, going even deeper. Sweetie hissed and moaned into his lips.

It was amazing. And yet, it was too much. He needed more of this. He withdrew again, his animal instinct taking over as he thrust harder into her. Again, she squeaked, this time their lips releasing as she threw her head back into the green grass, moaning out into the autumn air.

He thrust again. And again.

"Mmph."

"Aah."

"Mmm."

Her little vocalizations only pushed him further. He could feel his orgasm building, but it wasn't fast enough. "DAAADDY—eeeeee!" She screamed, clamping down on his member. She convulsed beneath him, continuing to scream for him as her own orgasm tore through her. He slowed, careful to remain inside of her as she writhed about, but did not stop.

No mare had ever had such a prolonged orgasm as the one Sweetie Belle experienced, he was sure. He continued to thrust, her walls milking him like she craved his spunk. He felt his own orgasm arrive like a freight train blowing through a stop without braking, but a brief bout of clarity hit and he forced himself to yank his cock out of his daughter’s pussy. His muscles seized, and he felt his cock jerk and kick, desperately trying to fill up the mare that he no longer was inside of. Cum fired from his tip, spraying across her teats, as she continued crying his name.

"Sweetie," he gasped, collapsing on top of her, embracing her weakly as she still twitched. "I... I love you so much."

"Daddy... Daddy, I love you too, daddy," she whispered hoarsely, her legs locking around him. "Why did you… pull out," she said, grinding gently against him. "Don't leave me like this."

"I love you, Sweets," he whispered. "You're beautiful. I'm not going anywhere and I won't leave you. But I can’t risk that."

And for one last time that weekend, she burst into tears.