"...and it's just so much better than the previous series! The production values, the casting, the sets... there's just no comparison! First of all, you can tell that they actually went with a director who cares about the Daring Do novels this time. The Temple set actually had all of the details right, you could tell they actually did some research on the Jungle of Terror prior to filming. And the actor that played Ssslonic actually had a convincing Serpentine accent, and don't even get me started about how much more convincing the rape snakes were this time around..."

Quibble continued to gush about the new Daring Do serial, completely lost in his own autism and oblivious to the fact that nopony understood or cared what he was talking about. Clear Sky was watching him with an amused expression. Wind Sprint, meanwhile, just glared at her dinner plate, and didn't say a word.

He felt a hoof nudging him gently in the ribs.

"Alright," said Clear Sky. "It sounds... really interesting... but I don't think this is appropriate dinner conversation."

Quibble cut himself off with a nervous laugh. He felt his cheeks burn slightly.

"Oh, uh, sorry." he glanced at Wind. "I know it sounds kind of gratuitous, but there really is a species of snake in the Forbidden Jungle that—"

"Hush, dear."

Clear Sky gently pressed a hoof to his lips. Wind Sprint rolled her eyes.

"May I be excused please?" she asked.

"You've hardly even touched your food," her mother admonished.

"I'm not hungry."

"You should at least eat your oats. Don't you have a game tomorrow?"

"Yeah..."

She trailed off, staring sullenly at her plate and nudging at its contents with a hoof.

"Um, you know Wind," began Quibble. "Oats are high in carbohydrates, which you need plenty of if you're going to have a competitive edge—"

The filly gave him a withering glare that froze the rest of his words in his throat. She glanced at her mother, who was watching her impatiently. Then, she gave an exaggerated sigh, gobbled down half of her oats in three huge bites, and then flew away upstairs without saying another word. Clear Sky and Quibble heard a door slam.

Clear Sky sighed heavily and shook her head, and went back to eating her own meal. Quibble watched her for a moment, then looked over at Wind's plate, which was mostly untouched. He laughed nervously.

"Uh, I'm sorry," he said. "I guess I got a little carried away. It's just that, A.K. Yearling really does go to a lot of trouble researching locations and their local fauna to make sure her novels are accurate, and it's nice to finally see a director who appreciates—"

Clear Sky gently pressed her hoof to his lips again, an amused smile on her face.

"Shh, I know," she said. "But let's just make it a rule that we don't talk about rape snakes at the dinner table, okay?"

Quibble felt his cheeks burning again. He nodded with a quick, nervous laugh. Clear Sky smiled and gave him a light kiss on the nose.

"Thanks," she said.

Quibble glanced at Wind's plate again, then at the staircase. He cleared his throat.

"Anyway," he began. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset her, I just get a little carried away sometimes."

Sky smiled sadly and shook her head.

"Don't worry," she assured him. "It doesn't have anything to do with you."

She levitated her empty plate and carried it into the kitchen. When she returned, she lifted her daughter's half-eaten meal, and then hesitated.

"I don't suppose you want any of this?" she asked Quibble. "It's such a shame to waste food."

Quibble felt his stomach growl.

"Uh, sure, I could probably eat a little more."

Sky smiled and set Wind's plate down in front of him, then levitated away his empty one.

"Anyway, it's like I said, she's not angry about anything you did. So you don't have to worry," she called out on her way to the kitchen.

Quibble heard the sound of running water and dishes clanking in the sink. He looked down at the food in front of him. The apple slices hadn't been touched, and neither had the asparagus. There was still a decent portion of oats left as well.

Clear Sky had returned, levitating two mugs of cider. She set one down in front of him.

"Wind Sprint and her father used to go camping every year at around this time," she explained, sitting down at the table and taking a sip from her mug. "This will be the first year she hasn't gone."

Quibble took a huge gulp of cider and said nothing. It had been almost two weeks since he'd found Thundercloud's gem collection, and he'd watched everything in it, over and over in some cases. He knew plenty about Wind and Thunder's little daddy-daughter "camping trips," but somehow it didn't seem like a good idea to mention that to Clear Sky.

"Thirsty?"

Sky was watching him with a wry smile. He looked at the mug, and saw that he'd downed nearly half of it in one go. He gave a nervous laugh and set it down.

Sky leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.

"I know this is hard for you," she said. "Wind really is a sweet filly, she just misses her father. She'll warm up to you eventually, I promise."

Quibble's head was buzzing a little from the cider. He bit into one of the apple slices on Wind's plate. He looked again at the half-eaten pile of oats.

Wind was eating those. They probably have her saliva on them.

His member was beginning to poke out of its sheath. He quickly tried to push his thoughts in another direction.

"Say, what if I took her camping?" he suddenly blurted.

Clear Sky burst out laughing. She composed herself quickly and took an embarrassed gulp from her mug.

"I'm sorry," she said. "That was mean. But seriously, you? Camping?"

She shook her head, still chuckling a little.

"No offense, but that's just a disaster waiting to happen. Anyway, I don't think it's such a good idea."

Quibble stuffed another apple slice into his mouth and took a gulp of cider. His cheeks were burning.

"I meant, like, maybe we could all go camping together," he muttered, feeling even lamer than he probably sounded.

Clear Sky was smiling.

"I don't think it's such a good idea," she repeated gently. "Maybe someday."

She leaned in and kissed him again, a proper one this time. Their mouths opened, and their tongues intertwined. Sky moaned softly. Quibble could feel himself starting to get hard. He wrapped his foreleg around her neck and pulled her closer.

Suddenly, Sky broke away and cleared her throat.

"That's probably not a good idea either," she said. Noticing his rather hurt expression, she added quickly: "I mean, it's just... it's probably not a good idea for you to stay over tonight, that's all."

She angled her head towards the stairs. Quibble gave a reluctant nod. He wasn't thrilled about it, but he understood.

Clear Sky took another sip from her mug. Quibble did the same. He chewed up the last of the apple slices, and then started on the asparagus. Neither of them said anything for some time.

"Well, it's getting dark," said Sky finally. "I should probably put Wind to bed."

She stood up, levitating the two empty mugs.

"Are you finished?" she asked, indicating his plate.

Quibble glanced again at the half-eaten oats, and his cock twitched. He hesitated, and then nodded.

"Yeah," he said. "I should get going, too."

Clear Sky took his plate and the mugs and went to the kitchen. She dumped the last scraps of food into the trash and then set everything down in the sink.

She walked him to the front door, and they went out onto the porch together. It was a cool, clear desert evening, and the night's first stars were beginning to appear.

"Are you coming to Wind's game tomorrow?" Sky asked.

"Sure!" said Quibble, maybe a little too eagerly. "I wouldn't miss it!"

Clear Sky smiled and gave him a kiss.

"Glad to hear it," she said. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

The front door closed. Quibble stood looking at it for a moment, and then turned and headed home.

He thought about Clear Sky's warm tongue, and the smell of her perfume. He thought about Wind Sprint, sullenly stuffing her mouth full of oats. He thought about her sucking hungrily on her father's lips, or gagging and drooling as she deep-throated his cock. He thought about what it might feel like if she were to do the same thing to him.

By the time he made it home, it was all Quibble could do to keep his dick from unsheathing itself. By then it was almost completely dark, but there were still a few ponies out and about, and most of the windows still had lights in them. Propriety had never been Quibble's strong suit, but he had at least enough social awareness to know that it wouldn't do to be seen walking down a public street sporting a full-blown erection. The ponies in this town found him weird enough as it was; he didn't need that kind of reputation.

Through sheer force of will, he managed to keep himself contained until he reached his house. However, no sooner had the door closed behind him than he was already galloping up the stairs. He dug frantically under his bed until he found the mailbag full of gems, and then sifted through them until he found the one that he wanted.

His jaw was trembling so bad that he almost dropped the gem on the floor. Eventually, he managed to get it wedged into the slot at the bottom of his mirror. He scrambled up onto his bed, and waited impatiently for it to power up.

The glass crackled and flickered with magical static, finally settling into a breathtaking view.

The image had been taken at the top of a hill in Whitetail Woods. An endless landscape of aspen and cedar trees stretched out below in every direction, and provided shade on the hilltop. It was late afternoon, and golden shafts of sunlight were poking through the branches.

The shot panned around until it focused on a small lavender pegasus filly, tugging at a piece of rope held in her teeth. She had just finished setting up a tent, and was pulling the final knot tight. The shot zoomed in on her hindquarters, framing a nice round flank with no cutie mark. Her tail swished to one side briefly, and Quibble caught a glimpse of her fat little ponut and labia.

He was already at full mast and throbbing, but he managed to refrain from touching himself. This was one of the best gems in the batch, and he didn't want to blow it before things got interesting.

Wind Sprint noticed the camera, and turned around to glare at it.

"Dad!" she said crossly. "Quit taking pictures and help me!"

"Sorry sweetie," said Thundercloud's voice. He set the camera down on a nearby tree stump and stepped into the frame. "It looks like you've got it mostly set up."

"Yeah, no thanks to you," Wind muttered, giving the knot one last tug and dropping the rope.

Thundercloud moved closer. He lifted his foreleg, and ran a hoof gently up and down the crack between her legs. Wind stiffened and shivered, and then let out a little moan. Thundercloud smiled, in a way that didn't look especially fatherly.

He put down his hoof and walked around the tent in a circle, inspecting the knots.

"You did a good job, sweetie," he said. "I don't even think you needed my help."

"Yeah right, you just didn't want to do any work," Wind muttered. Her voice still sounded cross, but she was clearly beaming from the compliment.

He leaned down and kissed her, and she returned it eagerly. A lewd sucking was clearly audible over the backdrop of nature sounds, and when Thunder broke off the kiss there was a thin ribbon of drool hanging between his daughter's lips and his own.

"So, uh, who's coming tonight?" Wind asked. She sounded a little nervous.

Thundercloud smiled in that not-quite-fatherly way again.

"The usual gang," he said.

Wind swished her tail back and forth.

"Is... is Moon Stomper coming?"

Thunder ruffled her mane reassuringly.

"He is," he told her. "But you don't need to worry, sweetie. I talked to him. He promised not to be so rough with you."

Wind swallowed, but didn't say anything. Thunder smiled and ruffled her mane again.

"He just got a little carried away last time," he assured her. "I'll try not to let him drink so much tonight, okay sweetie?"

Wind Sprint nodded, still looking a bit nervous.

"I'm probably not going to drink so much either," he continued. "It's no fun waking up at sunrise with a headache like I did last year. I'm getting old, need to slow down a little."

He pulled Wind in close for a hug, and she buried her face contentedly in his chest.

"I'll keep an eye on you tonight, don't worry," he said. "Meantime you just be a good little filly for Dad's friends, do whatever they want you to and don't complain. Understand?"

She looked up at him and nodded. He smiled, hugged her again, and planted a little kiss on top of her head.

"Good girl."

There was a commotion coming from somewhere off to the side, and a moment later a couple of pegasi entered the clearing, an adult and a foal. The older one was sky blue with a short-cropped mane and mustache. He was pulling a small wagon with a barrel of cider in it. His daughter, an aquamarine filly with a rather wild-looking mane, was flapping idly behind him.

"Hi, Wind!" the filly called out, as soon as she caught sight of Wind Sprint.

Wind looked up, and her face brightened.

"Ocean Sky!"

The two pegasus fillies flew to greet each other, landing in the center of the clearing. They embraced quickly, and wandered off towards the trees, chattering with each other. Meanwhile, Thundercloud approached the older pegasus.

"Ray," he said, giving him a brief nod and a smile. The two of them bumped hooves.

Behind Ray, another pegasus was now coming up the path, also with a filly in tow. This guy was even larger and more intimidating than Thundercloud, if such a thing were possible. His coat was a silvery white, with a gray and black striped mane, cut short like Ray's. His cutie mark was a hoof stomping a rock.

"Hey Moon Stomper," Thundercloud called out. "We're up here!"

With a couple of quick flaps, the enormous pegasus cleared the remaining distance and alighted on the hilltop.

"Hurry up!" he yelled back down the path.

The little unicorn filly that had been lagging behind him immediately broke into a frantic gallop. The three adults watched with mild amusement as she scrambled her way up the steep path.

The filly was lavender-colored with an unkempt yellow mane. She ran into the clearing, panting a little, and came to a halt next to Moon Stomper. Quibble hadn't noticed it the last time he'd watched this, but she had a magic-sealing ring around her horn. Her eyes kept darting back and forth between the three stallions surrounding her. She did not look happy to be there.

"So who's your new toy?" asked Thundercloud.

Moon Stomper grinned.

"Her name's Dinky," he said. "She's my marefriend's kid."

"Got a new one I take it?"

"Yeah. You know that little blond mare that works in the mailroom? Grey coat, kind of derpy-looking?"

"I think I might have seen her," said Ray.

Thundercloud, however, just burst out laughing.

"That's who you're banging these days? That little cross-eyed dimwit?"

Moon Stomper shrugged, looking a little embarrassed.

"Hey, laugh if you want, but she's crazy in the sack."

"Or just crazy. She even know which end it goes in?"

"It goes in whichever end I want it to." He put a hoof around Dinky and pulled her close. "Just like with this one. Ain't that right, slut?"

The filly looked up at him and nodded quickly.

"Don't be rude. Say hi to Daddy's friends."

"H-hi," said Dinky, in a small voice.

"Now show 'em what you got."

Reluctantly, the little filly turned around and knelt down with her rump in the air. She flicked her tail to the side, exposing her genitals.

Moon Stomper looked back at his friends, grinning.

"See? Her mother might be dumber than a pile of rocks, but this one learns quick. I'm gettin' her trained up real good."

He put a hoof on her exposed rump and shoved her towards Thundercloud. The position she was in put her off balance, and she stumbled and fell with a soft grunt.

"You can try her out right now if you want," Moon Stomper offered.

The filly looked up at Thundercloud with a fearful expression, but she obediently rolled onto her back and spread her legs as wide as she was able. Thundercloud watched her with cold amusement, but then shook his head.

"Nah, we should finish getting the camp set up," he said. "There'll be plenty of time for that later."

The mirror crackled with static, and the scene changed abruptly.

It was now nighttime. The small clearing was lit by the orange glow of a campfire in the center. Three tents stood in a semicircle around the fire.

In front of the leftmost tent, Thundercloud lay on his back with his legs splayed apart. Ocean Sky stood on his barrel, slowly fellating his cock while he licked her from behind. Dinky crouched in front of him, lapping at his balls with her tongue.

"All the way down," Thunder growled. He put his front hoof against the back of Ocean Sky's head and pushed until she started to gag. "Fuck yeah, that's a good little filly."

Moon Stomper was sitting a short distance away, watching them, his forehoof wrapped around a huge mug of cider. He took a long swig and belched.

"Dinky!" he called out sharply. "Lick his asshole, too."

Dinky made a face, but she did as she was told. She had to crouch down even further and squirm forward awkwardly in order to reach, but she got herself into position and began rolling her tongue around Thundercloud's ponut. He groaned softly, his own tongue buried deep inside Ocean Sky's asshole. Her head was bobbing up and down faster and faster, his cock making obscene squelching noises in her throat.

Moon Stomper took another swig of cider.

"And as soon as he cums you get your ass over here," he ordered. "I think I'm just about rested."

Dinky gave an affirmative grunt and continued to slobber on Thundercloud's asshole.

There was a rustle in the center tent, and the flap moved to one side. Wind Sprint stumbled out into the clearing, walking a little unsteadily. Her mane was in disarray, and there was a thin ribbon of cum dripping from her muzzle.

Suddenly, the tent flaps burst open, and Ray came barreling out. He swayed drunkenly from one side to the other, then righted himself.

"Ged backhere you," he slurred angrily at Wind. "Yer nod dunyet..."

Wind looked over her shoulder with a disgusted expression, and sullenly wiped her chin with a foreleg.

"Dad..." she turned to her father with a pleading look.

Thundercloud, however, was just watching the scene with amusement.

"I zed cummeer," mumbled Ray.

Wind yelped as he stomped a forehoof down on her tail, preventing her from running away. Her wings flapped helplessly as she tried to lift off. He then shoved her face roughly into the ground, positioning himself above her exposed hindquarters. His cock was unsheathed but was wobbling like it was made of rubber. It looked like he was having difficulty getting hard.

"I'm gunna rib you abart..." he muttered. He listed dangerously to one side, then righted himself.

Suddenly, the light went out in his eyes, and he collapsed on top of Wind with a graceless plop. Immediately he began to snore.

There was a scuffling underneath him, and a moment later Wind Sprint's head poked out from under his enormous belly, angrily spitting out dirt. Her front hooves scraped at the ground, but she couldn't pull herself out from under him.

"Dad! Help!" she grunted. "I can't move..."

Thundercloud, however, was howling with laughter and clapping his hooves.

"Ray Stinger," he hooted, "King of the lightweights!"

Moon Stomper just laughed and shook his head.

"I don't know why he even comes on these trips," he said. "He just nuts once and then passes out. He oughta just not even drink, he might at least have some fun that way."

Thunder's cock popped out of Ocean Sky's mouth with a wet smack, as the filly began to giggle. Even Dinky had turned around to see what had happened, and was laughing a little.

"Is Daddy passed out again?" asked Ocean Sky. "Can we draw on him like last time?"

Thundercloud, still chuckling a little, put his hoof back on Ocean's head and roughly shoved her face against his cock.

"You just get back to what you were doing," he ordered. "Nopony told you to stop sucking that dick."

Ocean immediately opened her mouth and went back to noisily sucking him.

"You too, bitch," he ordered Dinky, who scrambled to obey, kissing and slobbering his taint and balls.

Meanwhile, Wind Sprint was still trying unsuccessfully to pull herself out from underneath Ray's ponderous bulk. Moon Stomper watched her struggle with a lewd smile. Then, he took a long swig of cider, set down his mug, and rose to his hooves.

"Don't worry, little lady, I've got you," he intoned, his voice a low, oily rumble.

Wind Sprint stopped struggling, looking up fearfully as the giant pegasus leered over her. With a smooth, easy gesture, he turned and placed one of his back hooves against Ray's sleeping form, then gave him a quick shove. Ray rolled over onto his back, blinking and grumbling in confusion. Then, he snorted once and slid back into unconsciousness, his unsheathed limp dick lying across his barrel like a sleeping python.

Wind Sprint sat up on her haunches, watching nervously as Stomper approached her. His enormous cock was slowly expanding and pushing out of its sheath. The precum dribbling out of the tip glistened in the firelight.

"You gonna stare at it or suck it?" the stallion growled.

Wind obediently opened her mouth, and Moon Stomper shoved his dick roughly down her throat. She began to choke almost immediately, but sat perfectly still on her haunches as he pushed himself in, until she could feel his giant balls bumping against the underside of her neck.

Stomper groaned with pleasure.

"Oh, fuck, I've missed your little throat, Wind," he said. "That little slut Dinky can't even swallow half of it without puking, but you always gobble this dick like a fuckin' champ."

Wind could only gurgle in response. Her eyes were tearing up, and she could barely breathe through her nose. Some spittle went down her windpipe, and she coughed, only it had nowhere to go. A glob of snot burst out of her nostril, and she could feel a long trail of drool bubbling around her jaw and dribbling down the side of her neck.

"Yeah, that's it," Stomper moaned. "You choke on that dick, you little filly whore..."

He began to buck his hips slowly back and forth. Wind Sprint did her best to hold still, choking and gagging as the stallion's enormous girth continued to violate her throat.

Meanwhile, Thundercloud was nearing his orgasm. He had Ocean Sky's head between his front hooves, and was violently yanking her down on him as he bucked his hips. He had his snout buried in her cunt, and Ocean was emitting little groans of ecstasy as she gagged on his cock. Little Dinky was trying her best to keep sucking his balls, but his thrusts were now too fast and powerful for her to keep up. The best she could do was to flick her tongue back and forth and try to tickle him as he fucked Ocean's face.

Quibble had his cock between his hooves and was beating off frantically. He could feel himself nearing the edge, and with a massive effort willed himself to stop. He wanted to save it for the best part.

In the clearing, Moon Stomper was now drilling Wind Sprint's throat like an oil well. She could no longer hold herself upright against the force of his thrusts, so he had repositioned them, using Ray's unconscious body like an impromptu mattress. She was now pinned helplessly between the flabby barrel of one pegasus and the powerful hips of the other. Her throat was stuffed to capacity and she was clearly struggling to breathe, but she had little choice but to go limp as a rag doll and wait until Stomper had finished with her.

Next to them, Ocean Sky was in a similar position, her mouth stuffed with cock and her head held in place by Thundercloud's powerful front hooves. He kept bucking his hips faster and faster, his testicles now slapping the filly on the nose with each upward stroke.

Ocean herself was mewling like a kitten as she choked and gurgled, Thunder's tongue working the inside of her pussy into a frenzy. Filly cum was gushing out of her in torrents and running down Thunder's jaw and neck.

Dinky had realized that, for the moment at least, nopony was paying her any attention. She was now simply squatting on her haunches, watching the vulgar scene with wide-eyed amazement. Quibble observed that her front hoof had moved between her legs, and she was absent-mindedly stroking herself as she watched. He hadn't noticed that before either.

Moon Stomper threw back his head and roared, giving Wind's mouth one final, powerful plunge. The pegasus filly's eyes went wide as his flare expanded somewhere deep inside her throat. Her gagging was horrendous now, and her limbs began to flail around helplessly as the stallion's dick pinned her in place like a struggling insect.

Her little belly expanded slightly, and then she made a strange burbling sound as thick white cum began to ooze out through the sides of her mouth. A second later, it began to ooze from her nose as well.

Stomper's roar had faded into a low groan of contentment. Just as it looked like Wind was about to pass out, he suddenly stepped back, his giant member sliding out of her with a long, low slurp. The filly immediately began to hack and cough, a torrent of semen dripping down her face and chest.

A second or two later, it was Thundercloud's turn to cum. He yanked Ocean Sky's head down as he bucked upward with one last hard thrust, eliciting a surprised squeal from the filly. He held her head down in a vice grip as he ejaculated into her mouth, but Ocean clearly had some experience here. Little ripples ran down the filly's throat as she swallowed, breathing evenly through her nose until Thundercloud's balls had finished emptying. He was still lapping at her clit with his tongue, and a shiver ran through the filly's tiny body as she came again.

Finally, he released his grip on her, and she sat up. His deflating cock slid out of her throat, glistening with cum and saliva. The filly giggled, gave it an affectionate kiss, and hopped off his barrel onto the ground.

"I'm gonna go draw on Daddy now," she announced, trotting gleefully into her tent, presumably to look for a marker.

Wind Sprint, still coughing and spitting up bits of drool and cum, walked unsteadily towards her father. Thundercloud sat up and pulled her into an embrace as she collapsed against him, exhausted.

"Here, sweetie, let's get you cleaned up," he said.

He grabbed a nearby towel and began dabbing at the filly's face and mane, as she gazed up at him sleepily.

"I think somepony's ready for bed," he murmured.

Wind just nodded, snuggling into his chest and yawning.

"We're gonna turn in," Thundercloud announced.

Moon Stomper nodded and yawned. He grabbed his cider mug and downed the remainder in one gulp.

"Yeah, me too," he said. "Dinky!"

The unicorn filly had retreated off to the side of the clearing. She was sitting in the half-dark space at the edge of the firelight, nudging a pine cone with a hoof, looking like she was trying hard to avoid being noticed. However, at the sound of her name being called, her head jerked up sharply.

"Get over here. It's bedtime."

Dinky swallowed, looking nervous, but she trotted obediently into Moon Stomper's tent.

Quibble was lying on his mattress, staring intently at the mirror, his hooves spread wide apart. He was hovering on the edge, his dick throbbing. Every fiber of his being longed for release, but he held fast and restrained himself.

The mirror crackled into magical static again, and the scene changed. It was now much later in the night. The inside of the tent was almost completely dark, and he could just barely make out the forms of Wind and Thundercloud, snuggling together on their bedding.

Wind was lying on top of him, her front legs wrapped around his neck. She was kissing him hungrily, her tongue exploring the inside of his mouth. The lewd sounds of their lips smacking together filled the tent, the only other sound was the crickets outside.

Wind Sprint pulled back, breathing rapidly.

"Did I do good tonight, Dad?" she whispered.

Thundercloud gave her a kiss on the nose.

"You did great, sweetie," he whispered back. "Stomper didn't treat you too rough, did he? You want me to talk to him again?"

Wind hesitated, then shook her head.

"No, it's okay," she whispered. "I think I'm getting better at deep-throat, just like you said."

Thunder grinned, then pulled her head down and kissed her deeply again. Wind's wings flapped involuntarily, rustling the still air in the tent.

"Mmm, my slutty little filly," said Thunder in a low growl, and Wind Sprint giggled.

"Dad, will you lick my pussy before I go to sleep?" she whispered.

"Sure, sweetie. Turn around."

The bedclothes rustled as Wind repositioned herself, turning around and sitting on Thunder's face. Her neck arched and she sucked in her breath sharply as Thunder pushed his muzzle into the space between her hind legs.

Because of the angle and the poor light, Quibble couldn't see exactly what was happening, but the sound made it clear enough. Thunder's lips slurped and smacked. Wind threw her head back and moaned softly, rocking her hips back and forth on her father's face. Her legs began to quiver, and soon her entire body was shaking.

"U-uuuh..." she groaned. "D-dad......fuck......"

Suddenly, she arched her back and made a sharp cry. Her leg was kicking in little spasms, and her wings flapped so hard that she began to lift herself up in the air. Before she could get far, Thunder grabbed her hips and yanked her down onto his mouth.

"AAAAH!!"

In the faint glow of moonlight coming through the tent flap, Quibble could see a trickle of fluid running down Thunder's neck, making a damp spot on the pillow underneath. Wind's spasms subsided, and she suddenly went limp and collapsed forward onto her father's barrel, panting.

Thunder leaned forward and put his lips around her ponut. Wind shivered and gasped as his tongue pushed its way into her hole. He held her in place like that, pushing in deeper and deeper, and then suddenly he let go. His head fell back onto the pillow, and his lips smacked as he released the seal on her asshole. Wind gasped, and a last little spurt of fluid shot from her pussy onto Thunder's chin.

Her legs still quivering, Wind turned around again, snuggling up against her father with her head under his chin. He wrapped his front legs around her and pulled her close.

"That was quick," he snickered.

Wind giggled faintly but didn't answer. Her tail flicked.

Thunder kissed the top of her head and stroked her back gently with his hoof.

"What are you?" he asked.

"I'm a little filly slut," murmured Wind sleepily.

"And whose little filly slut are you?"

"......mmmmmm......Dad's......"

A second later she was breathing rhythmically, sound asleep.

When Quibble was a young colt, he had once turned a garden hose on full-blast, and then stood on the front end of it with his full weight, just to see what would happen. The hose had swollen until the giant ball of water was almost as large as Quibble himself, and then, without warning, it had burst. The built-up pressure had been so intense that it had blown him halfway across the yard, soaking him through to the skin.

The very second he lightly grazed his cock with his hoof, the resulting explosion was something like that. It went pretty much everywhere.

When it was over, Quibble lay on his back, panting heavily, unable to move. The image in the mirror crackled into static and faded out, until there was nothing left but his own reflection. He craned his neck, trying to force the rest of his body to get up, but his limbs wouldn't obey. Finally he gave up, and collapsed onto his pillow.

He was asleep in seconds, and would not regain consciousness until well into the following afternoon, leaving him barely enough time to make it to Wind's game. In the meantime, he drifted off into a pleasant, rejuvenating abyss, dreaming of tongues and oats and filly butts.

Author's Note

In case anyone was wondering:

Ocean Sky (apparently also called Gusty Sprite) - https://derpibooru.org/images/2024697
Ray Stinger - https://derpibooru.org/images/1637320
And here's the whole family - https://derpibooru.org/images/1725244
This is why Sky Stinger could never get any attention growing up: clearly his sisters were getting it all.
If you want to get super technical about it, this image is actually from a flashback, so the characters' relative ages are probably way off for this story. But honestly, I don't care. Ocean is an underappreciated filly and I wanted to use her.

Dinky I'm sure everyone already knows, but she's cute, so here's a picture of her - https://derpibooru.org/images/1298848

Moon Stomper is an OC who takes his name from a Rancid lyric.

Also, fun bit of trivia: Thundercloud is a real G1 male pony.