Lake Flaccid

Hondo Flanks and Sweetie Belle lay side by side, holding hooves as they stared up into a clear blue sky. It was breezy and still a bit cool, but it was otherwise comfortable, and the serenity was calming.

"You know, Sweetie, that this shouldn't have happened?" Hondo wondered aloud.

The honking of a flock of migrating geese interrupted them, passing right overhead. Father and daughter watched in silent admiration of the majestic creatures while Sweetie Belle thought about his question.

"... I know," she replied after the geese were gone. "It shouldn't happen. But it did. And, to be honest... it was wonderful.” The honking of geese faded into the distance. “Did you enjoy it, too?" she wondered.

Hondo smiled. "Yes," he confessed, closing his eyes. "I did. But, you know… this can't happen again."

Her eyes closed, too. "I know," Sweetie replied, squeezing his hoof.

He squeezed her hoof back. They each slowly turned to face the other, opening their eyes. It was written on their faces. She knew he was right. He knew that she knew.

Sweetie leaned in for a kiss and he reciprocated. This time, it was chaste; just a brief brushing of their lips. They pulled away with shared, sad smiles.

Neither of them were happy.

Hondo heaved a big sigh. "Well, I suppose... these fish won't catch themselves."

"Right," Sweetie nodded, rolling to her hooves. She immediately felt a drip running down her fur. "And I need to clean up... again."

Hondo laughed awkwardly. "Sorry about that..."

"It's fine," she said, walking back down toward the water. A stiff breeze chilled her semen-matted fur.

"Hey... Sweetie?" Hondo called to her.

She looked back at her father, who was looking in the direction of the wind. "Huh?"

Hondo gestured out at the dock. "You wanna go for a quick ride?"

"But we don't know who it belongs to," she objected.

"Aw, it'll be fine," Hondo insisted. "Go get cleaned up, I'll show you."

Sweetie let her pole clatter to the wooden planks below and threw herself partially over the side of the boat, her churning stomach evacuating her lunch into the water. Hondo quickly set his own pole aside and rubbed her back with a hoof, patting her consolingly.

"Sorry again," he apologized.

"It's oka—" Sweetie was interrupted by another heaving in her chest.

Hondo winced. Seasickness was no joke, but it wasn't something he ever suffered from. He lowered the sail and started maneuvering the boat back toward the dock. It was unfortunate, as he loved sailing on the lake, but he didn't want his daughter to suffer for it.

He looked out at the horizon as he got the sail ready. Dark clouds were starting to gather, and the wind was blowing in from that direction as well. The weather would likely turn soon.

Seating himself at the tiller, he maneuvered the boat toward the dock again, but as he looked forward, he noticed Sweetie still bent over the bow and his eyes became glued to the sight before him. Her ass was raised in the air, and her pussy was still slightly glistening from before.

He tried to suppress the erection developing at the sight before him, memories of their morning tryst coming back with a vengeance, but to no avail. It wasn't until Sweetie finally stood back up straight that he was able to recognize that he'd sailed the boat in a circle in his distraction.

"Where are we going?" Sweetie asked him.

"Gonna moor the boat," Hondo replied. "Don't want you possibly getting sick all over a boat that isn't ours."

"I see..." Sweetie Belle took a seat and watched her father as he intently steered the boat, but she could see that his penis was unsheathed. And then realized that she'd been inadvertently presenting to him.

She knew he was right. He knew that she knew.

But did either of them care?

The thought rolled around in her mind as the boat approached the dock.

Sweetie's stomach finally calmed down enough to eat again, and the next few hours were spent fishing from the dock. There was light-hearted conversation between them, but both of them seemed to be in silent agreement to avoid the proverbial minotaur in the maze. It was getting darker again, but the sun was blotted out by the dark clouds, and Sweetie couldn't be sure just how close it was to sundown. And then a rumble of thunder in the distance destroyed the peace.

Unsurprisingly, Rumble had loved thunder. Sweetie felt a renewed upwelling of emotion.

"Shit," Hondo grumbled as a raindrop fell on his snout. "Knew it might rain, but I didn't expect this."

Hearing her father curse distracted her entirely from her renewing resentment. "What?"

"Storm's coming in." He gestured to the side of the clearing, toward the bulk of the mountain. "There's an outcropping over there. We'll move the tent over there and take shelter for the night."

"I thought we were heading home tonight?"

"Can't now," Hondo replied. "Too risky. I wasn't expecting a storm at all, and if we get caught on the mountainside in a storm, it'll get very dangerous, especially if I'm pulling the cart. It will be far safer to go when the storm passes."

Sweetie Belle wanted to argue—after all, the cart could be left behind, and they could get it later—but she knew what awaited her at home: tabloids. Ponies. Fanfillies and fancolts, desperate for explanations, who would demand all sorts of insane things of her. She nodded. "Okay."

The rain picked up as they moved everything over to the outcropping her father had pointed out, and it took the rest of their daylight just to get the job done, and it was cold and miserable by the time they finished, but at least the outcropping sheltered them from further rain.

"Get in the tent," Hondo ordered. "I'm gonna stake it down better."

Sweetie Belle did as she was told, climbing inside and removing her sopping wet dress, which she slung into the corner. The wind was picking up, and the mountainside only amplified it, but the canvas of the tent would shelter them as long as it didn't get windy enough to carry them with it.

She was cold, though, and didn't hesitate to climb into the bag. Tiny bits of crusted-over semen had dried to the fabric and raked at her fur—an awkward reminder of the events of the night before—but she did her best to ignore it as she curled into a ball, trying to warm up.

Hondo clambered into the tent after a few minutes, shivering in the cold. "Make room, Sweetie, I'm freezing out here."

She didn't hesitate.

... But making room was difficult.

It didn't take long for them both to realize that the spooning they had done from the night before was going to be the answer again.

They both shuffled awkwardly against each other, trying to stay warm, but also trying to get comfortable, and the grinding of fur against sheathe once again led to the same effect as it had before.

"... Dad..." Sweetie muttered "...You're..."

"I know," he replied. "Just... try and hold still?"

She held stock still for as long as she could, but it just wasn't comfortable. And feeling him pressing against her...

"You know, I saw you earlier," Sweetie said idly.

"Huh?"

"When we were sailing. I saw your boner. You were staring at my ass."

"... Sorry."

"Look, we're not going to be able to get comfortable if we're worrying about this. Why don't you just..." The words died on her tongue.

"Just what? Sleep outside the bag?"

"N-no... just..." She could scarcely believe what she was about to say, but she couldn't deny that she wanted it. Even if it was wrong. "Just... f-fuck me."

"Sweetie, we've been over this, we can't do this." Hondo protested.

"No, dad, we can't," Sweetie said adamantly, twisting around so that she was facing him. "We can't sleep through the night, uncomfortably pretending that your cock isn't rubbing on my ass and blowing your load all over my back. Because that's all it did before." She grew quieter. "And if you're going to get off anyway... I'd like to get some, too."

Hondo looked down at his daughter. Her mane was matted to her face by the rain. She looked absolutely haggard and miserable. And yet, still, she was the prettiest mare he had ever seen.

"O...okay, Sweetie," he conceded. "You win."

Her lips immediately pressed against his as he felt her practically climbing onto him. Their tongues danced together, and this time neither of them resisted. For all that they spoke of how wrong this was, both of them were ready to embrace it. And whatever shame was left quickly faded.

It didn't take long for her to line herself up on his cock. She pulled her lips away from his. "C'mon, Daddy," she whispered. "Take me again. You know you want to."

"I... do," he admitted, rocking his hips and teasing at her entrance. "I want to fuck you so bad, I just..."

"... You're afraid of what other ponies will think?" Sweetie asked. "They'll never know." She wriggled more, trying to coax the full head of his cock into her passage.

"... I hope not," he agreed. Then, he caught her lips again and kissed her deeply, his tongue intertwining with hers as his horn lit up. His magic tweaked her nipples, and she squeaked as their tongues continued their dance.

Her magic lit up as she fondled his balls in response. "Come on, Daddy," she whispered. "If you're going to fuck me, fuck me like a 2-bit whorse."

Hondo slowly flexed his legs, pushing himself into her. "No," he whispered. "You're no whorse. And if you were, nopony could afford it."

Sweetie's ear flicked. "I appreciate that," she cooed, kissing him on the nose. "But I didn't say I was one." She pushed down on his shaft. "I said to fuck me like one."

"O-oh." It was finally his turn to blush. After steeling himself for a moment, he wrapped his forelegs around her, and thrust his hips upward. Her warm embrace clamped down around his member, just as it had before, but this time, he didn't relent. Just as she demanded, he pulled out and thrust into her again.

"Hnngh," she moaned. "Yes, daddy..."

Her voice spurred him onward as he pistoned into her again, picking up speed and depth.

"Mmph, ung, ahh," Sweetie's cries with each thrust grew, and her dulcet tones slowly changed into desperate cries as he thrust into her deeper still.

"More!" she begged.

He obliged her, feeling his broad cock head slamming into her deepest depths, the tip knocking against the ring her cervical opening. "Yes!" Sweetie screamed at the contact. "Fuck me harder!"

Hondo was amazed at how much Sweetie was getting into it. There was scarcely any room to move any further in the sleeping bag, and every bit of space he could find was dedicated to slamming into his daughter's hole harder, deeper, faster.

"Mmmm, fuck!" Sweetie gasped, suddenly convulsing on his cock. Hondo didn't stop, thrusting harder and harder and riding her through an orgasm that threatened to rip his dick off, but he didn't care. Every fiber of him was hellbent on finishing what he started.

Suddenly, he realized he was rapidly approaching the end of his endurance, his cockhead swelling up in preparation to spew his essence deep inside her womb. "Sweet—!" he called out haltingly, "I need to pull—"

"No," Sweetie growled fiercely. "No, don't stop."

Hondo tried to pull out anyway, but with the angle he was now thrusting at, he couldn't fully retreat from her folds. Giving up, he shoved deep into her and held her tightly. "Sweetie, I'm cumming!" he barely managed to choke out.

His mind went white as he reached his peak, his thick cock spewing load after load into his daughter's fertile womb. "Mmm..." Sweetie hummed into his ear. "Daddy..."

They lay in each other's embrace, basking in the afterglow of their coitus, breathing heavily and listening to the howling wind and the rain pattering against the ground outside.

"Are you sure?" Sweetie finally whispered.

"Huh?"

"That we can't keep doing this?"

Hondo was silent for a time. "What if you get pregnant?"

"Would you have a problem with that?" she challenged him.

"You'll keep the foal?"

Sweetie shook her head in disbelief. "Do you really think I would get an abortion? If that ever got out, I'd be sinking a huge part of my popularity in certain demographics."

"Right..."

Sweetie giggled. "Besides, as if anypony would suspect my own father. Right now, they'd probably just think it's Rumble's."

Hondo was silent for a bit. "And what about your mother?"

It was her turn to be silent. "She can never know who the father is," Sweetie agreed. "Best to let her think I got drunk and slept with a fan, or something." She laughed at herself, and he chuckled with her. "But... she wants to be a grandma. She's been begging Rarity and me for years already. I can move in for a while, and she probably won't complain."

Hondo rolled the idea around in his head for a while. "You're right. Rarity's old room is empty, we could turn it into a nursery."

Sweetie nodded. "And I have plenty of money. I could pay off your mortgage, and even pay for some remodeling. And I can have my old room."

The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. "It's not just your mother that wants grandkids," Hondo confessed. "I miss having children around the house."

"And we can have this relationship. In secret."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Hondo asked. "What if the media finds out?"

"They should leave me alone for a while once the breakup with Rumble passes. And if I stop touring, there will be a media circus for a little while, but they'll latch onto somepony else soon enough."

With some kind of consensus between the two, the conversation continued idly for a while, until Sweetie Belle felt her father's growing erection again.

"Dad?" She looked askance at her father.

"What can I say?" Hondo said with a shrug. "It turns out that sex with someone who really loves you is great sex."

She kissed him again. "I know." She wiggled her hips, teasing him again. "I'm glad I have you here to remind me of that."