“Yo, Happy Birthday Pops!” You wake up to the loud volume of your daughter’s voice and her vice grip of a hug. You’d jump out of bed if your daughter didn’t drape the top half of her body on your chest.

If her hooves weren’t wrapped around your neck you’d think she was tackling you rather than embracing you. As she nuzzled the side of your face your thoughts drifted to today. You sigh out of irritation. You’re forty two now; you’ll be forty three next year.

You’re going to miss being in tip top physical condition. It’s as if you can feel the cartilage in your bones slowly grating away already. Your thoughts are put on the backburner when Vinyl finally ends her embrace with a quick peck on your cheek.
Today is already starting off a bit odd. Your daughter doesn’t smile this wide unless she was really excited about something. It isn’t long before she starts bouncing around like she did when she was a foal. In order to keep that from escalating into excited giggling you hurriedly get out of bed and wipe the fatigue from your gaze.

“Thank you sweetie. What’s got you in such a good mood?” Regardless of how quick you were the giggling comes up anyway. You weren’t a morning person and you really didn’t like hearing such a high pitch this early. You love your daughter with all your heart but there were just some things you couldn’t stand. She suddenly stops and puts a hoof to her chin in thought.

“Oh nothing much, just got a bucking AWESOME day planned for you.” Like a switch she’s right back to acting like a little filly. She alternates between jumping on your bed and your hardwood floor. Her little mane and tail move with her as she bounces… as does her voluptuous flank.

Without thinking you bring a hoof up to your face and swing, whatever sleepiness you felt is gone, as well as those dark thoughts you harbored. Vinyl stops her merriment and looks to you with concern.

“What was that all about dad?” You internally curse when heat begins to rise to your cheeks. You really just eyed your daughter again you sick stallion. You clear your throat.

“Nothing, so uh… tell me what’d you have in mind? You do realize I’ve got guard duty today right?” You can’t help but feel angry over the fact that you didn’t get the day off. Even on holidays you had to guard this place.

“No you don’t,” your daughter smirks. Needless to say you’re thoroughly confused. “Had a little chat with the Captain of the Guard stationed here, got you the day off.” You stop yourself from scoffing. Captain Steel Wing rarely gave her guards any sort of day to themselves. She never made an exception for you before. You swear she loved keeping you around day in and day out just to make your life miserable.

“How’d you do it?” Her smile widens; she explains while examining her hooves in a nonchalant fashion.

“Oh it wasn’t anything really, just told her if she didn’t I was gonna make her look bad in front of hundreds of guard ponies.” Your eyes widen, Vinyl’s attitude is going to get you dropped from the Guard if she isn’t careful. They’re very intolerant to ponies like her; they’d consider your daughter a punk, a malcontent, or something of that nature. And she disrespected your Captain… you’re going to get an earful tomorrow for sure.

“Vinyl, why would you do that?” you sigh. She wraps a hoof around you much as a friend would and pulls you close.

“Cause pops, you and I are taking on the town for your birthday. It’s been a while since we did something together and I wanted it to be special, ya know?” As she goes over details about your day your heart sinks a little in your chest.

Vinyl wants to take you to a bunch of different places in Manehattan, and she wants to end the night by going to her favorite nightclub. She intends on doing a personal set for your birthday. You shudder at the thought of a Dubstep Oriented Birthday Song.

That and you haven’t been to a nightclub since guard training. You’ll be so out of the loop the younger folks there will laugh you out of the building. But, when your daughter tells you she’s be planning this day for a week you can’t merely tell her you don’t want to go it’d break her heart.

“Vinyl,” she eyes you expectantly, “let’s go on your little adventure.” You swear your hear her squeak like a rubber duck before she wraps you into a full hug yet again. Then you feel yourself being dragged toward your bedroom door. “Whoa, whoa, whoa Vinyl, hold your horses for a minute.”

“What’s wrong? We gotta get an early start if were gonna make the most your day.”

“I love the enthusiasm, but I need to take a shower first.” The red tint to her cheeks strongly contrasts her snowy white fur.

“Oh, of course you do! Cause, yeah ya kinda stink pops,” she laughs nervously and she finds it hard to maintain eye contact with you.

So after a moment she lets you go so you can go about your business. You don’t keep your daughter waiting for long. You spend maybe a half an hour making proper hygiene your best friend before going back to meet your daughter.
“Awesome, you’re clean, let’s go.” You don’t have time to protest as your daughter drags you out and into the morning light of Manehattan…

While you were quite reluctant at first, it was around ten in the morning and the streets were still busy with multiple ponies going about your day. The noise and the crowds were always a hassle, but today seemed especially so. It was probably because you didn’t get your coffee.

Vinyl readily rectified that. A quick stop by a coffee shop and two cups later you’re energized and ready to take on the day. For the next few yours the two of you spent your time walking about the city, taking in the sites you’ve taken in multiple times before. You figured it’d be boring, but with your daughter by your side it was anything but.

She started off by causing a small scene, when you went through the park she took it upon herself to go swimming in the large fountain set in the center. Everyone seemed to stare at her, and then it quickly became the both of you when she kept telling you to get in with her.

Apparently you were being too uptight lately and you needed to live a little. Naturally you refused, but that didn’t last long considering your daughter teleported you in with her. She’s getting too good with magic and it scares you a bit.

You were completely soaked and Vinyl did nothing more than laugh, hard. You didn’t appreciate that in the slightest and it showed. You showed it by splashing water in her face. It was your turn to laugh as she coughed and sputtered; when she recovered she was glaring.

That little action triggered the Great Splash War of Manehattan… The two of you went back and forth soaking and re-soaking each other with water. Magic was involved, and any pony unfortunate enough to be near the fountain were caught in the cross fire. When the magic finally died down you realized just how much trouble the two of you were in. A quick teleportation spell and drying spell took care of that though.

When noon came to pass the two of you took to seeing a few movies. True to her nature she got excited for the action reels you got to see. Explosions, large battlefields were hundreds of ponies fought tooth and nail for victory, rival unicorn and Pegasus nations vying for control of Equestria.

Needless to say you were quite into the flick, so much so you didn’t even notice your daughter using you as a headrest or the way she smiled sweetly up at you as you enjoyed the movie. Many hours passed as you kept your eyes glued to the screen and when all was said and done the sun had set over the horizon.

And all at once, Manehattan’s night life sprung to life. As if someone flipped a giant switch. The lights, the people, the music that filled the air as you walked in the cold crisp air, all of it culminated and blurred together.

When you turned to your daughter and saw her smiling and wearing her shades you knew you were in her territory now. The nightlife was her playground and she was about to show you the ropes. You let her take the lead as she moved through the ever growing crowds of ponies, gryphons, and the like…

Eventually the lead you to one of what she considered to be the single largest club in Manehattan: Club Harmony. A building who’s décor was dedicated to the six ponies that saved the world again and again. The rainbow-esque designs matched the colored gems and jewelry perfectly.

Unfortunately you could feel yourself starting to get a headache from staring at the color scheme. The first half of the building was much too bright for your tastes. Vinyl seemed to notice and she beckoned you forward, past the mob of ponies dancing out on the well-lit dance floor.

Where she brought you to would stay engraved in your mind for a long time. What you didn’t realize was the first half of the building was supposed to represent an older appearance for the light hearted party goers. But this half was for the more modernized party ponies, or so she says.

As soon as Vinyl opened the door you realized quickly that the building was enchanted to be soundproof. So that way neither group would bother the other. Deafening bass sent waves of vibrations reverberating through your body. Each and every one started at the tip of your muzzle and ended at the base of your tail causing you to shiver.

But it was only the beginning, when she brought you in you saw would leave you thinking that ‘modernized’ didn’t cover it. Futuristic would have been a term you would have used. Immediately you recognized that you were walking on solid plexiglas.

You looked down to find an endless expanse of black staring at you. But that abyss didn’t stay dark for long. As it turns out there was a pause in the beat, the pitch grew quiet as did the dancing ponies. While you stared at the floor the ponies stared up at the DJ working the turntables.

Slowly but surely the pitch rose in volume signaling the crescendo to the song. Then, the drop hit. All at once color flooded your vision as you realized that the floor you were standing on was all that separated you from a large screen built under it.

Like individual currents mapped out within the ocean various colors seemed to snake across the floor under the dancing ponies. Greens mixed with blues that soon became purples, blues, and reds. When they would reach the end of their ‘life’ they’d spark into brilliant multitudes of white light almost as if fireworks were set off under your hooves.

You turned your gaze to the walls… and to the ceiling… you were in a giant Plexiglas box and the screen was fitted around it. Everywhere you looked color pervaded the room in beat to the music. The glow sticks the dancers wore were a sharp contrast to color you were currently mesmerized by.

Sporadic waves of orange, yellow, and green of their gear moved wherever the party ponies did. It wasn’t long before you found yourself sweating, the body heat of all these ponies were heating up the air around you, and the air was thick from all the labored breathing, but you could stand it.

Vinyl finally tears you away from the site and over to a nearby bar. It, like the walls and floor, were made of plexi. The only bit that made it different was the black cushions on the tops of each stool. At least you wouldn’t be uncomfortable.

When the two of you take a seat a unicorn bartender makes his way to the two of you. At least the bartender was well dressed; you could respect a pony in a suit.

When he gets to you Vinyl leans over the counter and starts talking to him. She keeps pointing to you as she speaks, unfortunately you can’t hear her over the music.

The bartender nods before flashing you a grin, “Hey buddy!” He shouts. It comes out muffled, but it gets your attention.

“What?!” You call out in response. He leans in.

“You’re DJ-Pon3’s old man, and it’s your birthday? Sweet Celestia you know what that means?!” He smiles widely. You could make out the majority of it enough to garner a reply. Wait your daughter has a stage name? You look to her and she shrugs, a smile plastered on her face.

“What does that mean?” In a flash of magic you find a shot glass filled with electric blue liquid in front of your hooves.

“Drinks on the house!” You stare blankly at the glass. You could smell the alcohol and your nose wasn’t even near the edge of it. That liquid hasn’t touched your lips since you applied for Guard Training… before Vinyl was even born. Twenty two years sober… needless to say you were reluctant to indulge.

But your daughter wasn’t, she downed a glass of her own without thinking twice. When she finished she flashed you a grin, you gave her a disapproving frown in turn. You didn’t like the thought of your little girl drinking something like that… but as you’ve come to realize she isn’t your little filly anymore…

In order to keep these thoughts from leading you down a sullen path you pick up your shot, raise the glass to her, then down it. You don’t swallow immediately; you let the contents sit in your mouth for a few moments. It’d been two decades since your last taste and you wanted to remember it.

It had a tangy, yet bitter flavor to it. Overall it wasn’t bad, you’ve had worse. But that opinion changed when you swallowed. It was as if you had a pony dislocated your jaw just so a dragon could breathe concentrated fire down your throat.

Immediately you’re wheezing and tears pool around your eyes. You knew you were out of it but sweet Celestia you didn’t think you were that much of a mare when it came to drinks. While you suffered your daughter laughed while patting your back.

“Take it easy killer!” You glare at her through tear filled eyes. You’re starting to regret coming here in the first place; the only reason for even considering this was to support your daughter. It didn’t matter what day it was, her happiness came first to you. And today nothing would make her more so than you being here while she played.

“What in Tartarus was that?!” you point to your empty shot glass.

“Scratch Special.” An alcoholic drink named after Vinyl? You look to her in question and she nods. You have to say it was special alright. Nothing has brought our poor throat more pain than that. The end of the song prompts you and Vinyl to look up to the second floor of the building, where the DJ stood behind the turntables.

“Alright everyone show’s over go home,” The Dj stays silent for a moment and takes on a serious expression. The party ponies look between each other confused before the jockey burst out into fits of laughter, “I’m just buckin with ya, but seriously I’m done for the night. I’m gonna let Pon3 pick up where I left off.” All at once the crowd turned to the bar where your daughter was busy waving excitedly.

They erupt into wild cheering, that prompts your daughter to stand on the bar and leap towards the crowd. At first you think she’s going to end up face planting on the glass, but the unicorns catch her. She floats in a rainbow colored aura over to them.

Then they drop her so she can ride the sea of ponies up the nearby set of stairs, and up to the turntables. From there she points to you and announces to ALL OF THEM who you are and why you’re here and about how tonight’s set was dedicated to you.

Luckily you didn’t hear a collective ‘aw’ rise from them. Instead the ones that were tired of dancing flocked to the bar in order to buy you drinks… which you were already getting for free. But you’re not rude enough to refuse their offers. While it may not be the wisest choice it’s been too long since you’ve gotten to live a little. A few drinks wouldn’t hurt, or so you thought…

Time began to blur as shot after shot is poured into your gullet. Even as your vision became hazy you continued to down drink after drink after drink… you’re fairly certain one of those ponies slipped something into your drink because next thing you knew you were out on the dance floor.

It was as if you were in university all over again. You writhed about with the others, hypnotized by the music Vinyl poured out in your honor. Everything was so pronounced yet impossible to focus on. Your body was on fire and the only thing you could do was keep moving. The beats entranced you and made you into a willing slave. And it was only beginning… You don’t know when it happened or how it happened, but as Vinyl dropped the bass your vision faded to black…

When you finally came to sometime later you found yourself freezing. Thankfully the majority of the drinks you consumed ran their course as your vision was no longer hazy, but you weren’t exactly walking on your own. You looked to find that you had a hoof around Vinyl’s withers and were leaning into her.

She was helping your intoxicated flank home and somehow the two of you were able to walk upright. You chalked it up to magic as you always do when something happens and you can’t understand it. You let out a low groan prompting your daughter to look your way.

“There you are pops, man you had a bit too much didn’t you?” she giggles at the end of that before shaking her head, “I never thought I’d see the day my dad cut loose. It. Was. Awesome.” You chuckle weakly in response.

“Yeah, your music was something I’ll give it that… maybe it isn’t as bad as I thought it was. But I don’t think I’ll be doing that again at least not for a long, long time.” While you were regretting being so gluttonous with the liquor you have to say that tonight… was the most exciting experience of your life.

By the looks of the glow sticks on your neck you had a blast. It’s too bad you don’t remember a bit of it, but judging at how things are now it seems like you didn’t end up doing anything you’d hate yourself over. As far as you know anyway; you were going to ask Vinyl about it, but she was already going on about it.

As it turns out you were the life of the party tonight. You knew you still had it; decades of guard duty didn’t completely crush your rebellious spirit. Not a word leaves your lips as Vinyl goes over what she saw you doing.

It helped fill in the time it took to get back to your house. By then you were able to walk on your own for the most part, but you knew you’d probably be somewhat inebriated for the remainder of your night. When you stepped inside you were surprised to find that it was two in the morning. You were dancing for almost eight hours… you were going to be sore when you woke up.

“Oh wait a minute, dad, I need you to go into the living room for a moment, take a seat I’ll be there in a sec. I got one more surprise for you.” And with that she pushes you into the room and has you take a seat on the couch, “And before I forget you need to put this on.” You find a blindfold in one of her hooves.

You look to her suspiciously, “Why do I need to wear that?” You didn’t like the thought of being unable to see, even if it was for a gift. Her eyes seemed to shift back and forth as she tried to come up with a response. It’s as if her whole demeanor changed…

“C-can you just do it for me please?” She looks to you pleadingly, she seemed quite nervous. You look to the blindfold, and then back to her, “please” she whispers. You sigh to yourself, whatever it is, if it’s got Vinyl riled up like this you might as well just go with it.

“Fine,” she nods as you use your magic to wrap the blindfold around your eyes. The abyss floods your vision yet again. You hear the sound of Vinyl’s hooves as she trots out of the room. You’re left to sit and wait as per her request. You swear you can hear water running… After a few minutes or so she comes trotting back in.

She’s breathing quickly, as if she were really anxious about something. You hear her move over to you, and then away… she was pacing in front of you. She’d stop every so often for a few seconds before going right back to it.

“You can do it Vinyl, you can do it,” she whispers over and over again to herself as if it were her mantra. You clear your throat prompting her to freeze in her tracks.

“Vinyl, what’s wrong?” You hear her breath in sharply before exhaling. Then, she takes a seat next to you. You don’t like this at all and the fact that you can’t see is only driving you to be nervous. Like her your breathing is starting to increase its pace and your heart begins to race.

“D-dad, there’s something I gotta tell you,” you’re pleading internally that she isn’t about to bring up something you didn’t want to hear. You have a feeling you know what it is and every fiber of your being is telling you to cut her off, to interrupt her.

She’s going to tell you she loves you in a way that’d destroy the relationship you have as father and daughter. You can FEEL it, and it scares you beyond belief. You could feel your blood run cold as she starts speaking.

“I… well… I’ve not been the best daughter… I’ve done things that I’ve kept quiet about for as long as I can remember… I was so scared about how you’d react I didn’t say anything,” she takes a shaky breath, “But I’m going to tell you all of my little secrets… dad, when I was a filly it was kinda hard for me to sleep.”

You could recall a few nights where you’d let Vinyl sleep with you and your wife. She’d have a nightmare and you’d be more than willing to let her stay with you if it meant she’d get a good night’s sleep. Your wife told you she did the same when you were off with the caravan.

“There were some nights were I’d look in to find you… rutting mom.” Your cheeks flush with embarrassment and shame, “b-b but instead of going back to sleep… I would stay and watch.” Self-disgust fills you to the brim. Had you known you could have nipped this problem in the bud… how many intimate nights did your daughter see during her years as a foal?

“It was… well I didn’t know at the time, but as I got older my body started getting really hot when I watched you and mom… I was scared, too scared to tell either of you… but of course school was able to educate me… about the changes my body was going through and about what I was feeling.” You find your throat dry, you find yourself too shocked to say anything.

“So… whenever you and mom rutted I’d touch myself as I watched… and it felt… so good…” she keeps trailing off, as if trying to find the right words to say. The train wreck has already started, there’s no stopping it now…

“I’d watch as your… your stallionhood hilt inside mom when you didn’t have the covers on… I was mesmerized by it… by you. And I couldn’t look at you the same way again. I started to picture myself in mom’s place and it got worse for me. Whenever you hugged me or when you smiled and praised me… my body would get hot like those nights and…” Your mind can fill in the rest, she has no need to continue… but you won’t be given that mercy.

“And I’d rub myself furiously when I was alone. My body yearned for you… I knew I should have thought it was weird or gross… but it excited me… to think of my dad’s hard… th-throbbing thing pumping furiously in my holes… of your weight on my back as you kept me pinned… even the thought of you filling me up with your seed I-” You shake your head, you’ve heard enough. You try to get up and move but you realize that there’s an invisible force keeping you on your couch.
She notices you struggling “Don’t worry dad I’m almost done I-“

“No, let me go!” You grunt loudly trying to force your way out of the hold Vinyl has over you. Your horn starts to glow as you concentrate on a spell, but before it could be cast it sputters and dissipates, “W-what?!” You shout in confusion. Why couldn’t you cast a spell?! Before you can ask your lips become sealed.

“Dad, I’ve got a lot of friends at Club Harmony. Friends willing to do questionable favors for me… I promise I won’t take advantage of it beyond what I’m doing now,” you can’t believe what you’re hearing, “and I’ll free you when I’ve said my peace.” You can’t stand it, your own daughter has thrown away the trust you’ve built with her. Anger wouldn’t even begin to describe how you’re feeling now.

“As I was saying… after thinking of you filling me up I went mad with what I thought was lust... but there was more to it than that, much more. You’ve done so much for me,” she gets off of the couch and starts to pace yet again, “you’ve raised me, cared for me, protected me, and you’ve been there when I needed you… you went through so much just to make me happy… I couldn’t help but fall in love with you.” She stops in front of you. “What mare in her right mind wouldn’t?”

“And for years I kept how I was feeling hidden away… but not anymore.” She sighs, “I love you dad.” You can’t see her, but you can certainly feel her breath tickle your muzzle. Vinyl has leaned in. The scent of peppermint invades your senses… she went to brush her teeth. So she'd have fresh breath for this.

“I love you… Anon,” As she brings her lips to yours the bond you once shared as father and daughter shatters like broken glass…

Author's Note

For any and all errors in the text, please PM me if you notice them. Part Three will picture explicit cloppy goodness.
Prepare yourselves!