Family Bonds

The day was young and the sky was clear. As Carrot Cake walked down the street, he could see happy couples going by with smiles on their faces, enjoying their lives like they should. Normally he would feel happy for him but for the time being, he felt a bit jealous. He wished he could walk down the street with his wife and be a happy couple as well but now he feared it would never happen again.

“Did I fuck up?” He muttered quietly to himself as his mind started to reflect upon his lustful acts with his daughter.

After he was done with his daughter his clouded mind started to clear up and he started to realize what he really did to her. He hurt her mentally and physically. He pushed her innocence away just so he could fulfill his selfish desires because he wasn’t man enough to deal with his wife. Though his mind felt a bit more clear than before, it still felt like it was swirling out of his own control. How was he going to deal with his life now that was going to end up fucking his daughter daily with false promises of giving her kids?

“Richie can help me. He’s always helped me with whatever problem I’ve had.” Carrot continued to talk to himself as he thought of his friend, Filthy Rich, a stallion that had been his long-time friend.

Turning his eyes sight from the ground upwards, he quickly noticed he was nearing Filthy’s house. A soft smile appeared on his face as he approached the door and quickly knocked on it.

“One second!” The voice of the aged stallion rang out from behind the oak door. Carrot waited patiently until he heard a lock click along with the door opening.

“Morning Carrot,” Filthy Rich greeted with a big smile as he saw his on time house guest.

“Morning Richie, how’s your morning treating you?’ Carrot Cake replied with a smile as he entered the large house.

“Can’t complain, it’s still a bit too quiet for my tastes though,” Filthy answered as he closed the door headed towards his dining room table to clean it off for his friend. “How about yours?”

“It’s… been interesting,” Carrot answered back giving his forehead a quick rub as he sat down at the table. “I think I've got a problem.”

“What? Did you clean the bakery and find a rat nest somewhere?” Filthy said to him in a joking manner as he grabbed a nearby bronze ashtray and two cigars.

Carrot wanted to laugh to try and ease the mood he was in, but he knew it was too serious for that. The only reason he wanted to visit Filthy Rich was too try and put his troubled mind at ease.

“If only Richie. I rather deal with that then what’s happening at my place.” He said with a sigh. Making his way back to the seat, Filthy knew something big was up with his friend.

“Hmm, let’s hear about it.” Filthy asked as he stared at him attentively.

“You’re my friend right? As in "good friend who you can tell secrets to and help with" right?” He said hoping he could get a bit of help with his problem he created.

“You should know the answer to that; we’ve been friends since we were in school together.” Filthy answered bringing his cigar to his lips. “Have a cigar and relax, Carrot. You sound rather distracted today.” He told him as he grabbed a pack of matches to light up his cigar.

“Well, there’s a bit of a problem I’ve started to develop.” Carrot Cake said as he tried to figure out a tactful way to break the news that he had raped his daughter, “You’re a father so I thought I would ask you this.”

“Let’s hear it.” Filthy asked as he took a match and ran it across the back of the match book, lighting it up and bringing it to his cigar. His expression was neutral and very calm as he took a few puffs of the cigar before he pushed the match book towards Carrot.

“T-Thanks,” Carrot simply replied as he grabbed his cigar and repeated Filthy’s steps until he was puffing away at his cigar.

“Anyhow, have…had you ever had…deeper thoughts about your daughter at all?” His worried mind was trying desperately to form a proper sentence.

Filthy’s expression didn’t change considering he had a feeling this conversation would turn up one day.

“Hmm, I’m going to guess that your wife isn’t making you a happy stallion at nights anymore and now you’re turning your daughter for attention.”

Carrot’s heart skipped a beat as he heard Filthy pretty much hit the nail on the head.

“Something like that…” Carrot answered back quietly. “Look I…You won’t tell anyone about this conversation right?” Carrot added making sure he wouldn’t risk getting taken away to jail.

“You think little of me Carrot; remember we’ve been friends forever. I won’t toss you to the guard just because you’re looking to your daughter for attention…unless it’s already worse than that.” His neutral expression turned into a frown just from the thought that Carrot was starting to engage in sexual activities with his daughter.

“N-No! I’m just-” Carrot quickly tried to collect his thoughts before he ended up saying the wrong thing “It’s something that’s started to show recently.“ His words were a blatant lie however it was something he never discussed with Filthy at all.

“Carrot, you’re hiding something.” Filthy said as he took the cigar out of his mouth and pointed it at him.

“I-I’m not! I…fuck, look I’m starting to get attracted to my daughter and worried I’ll break under pressure!” Carrot knew he wasn’t going to avoid it so he decided to present part of the truth to his friend.

“Seems I was right then,” Filthy said before a long silence filled the air around them.

Carrot couldn’t even look at his friend as he felt his stare looking at him, almost like it was trying to read his mind.

You still haven’t answered my question. Did you ever look at your daughter and get these... lustful urges?” Carrot asked hoping he could get on the same level as his friend.

“Carrot, you’re my friend right? I trust you aren’t hiding something else from me.” There was a slightly ominous tone in his voice as he spoke.

“Richie, I came to you because you’re my closest friend and this is a very important matter. Why are you getting a bit defensive?” Carrot asked him unsure of why he seemed to be clamming up.

Filthy looked at him and seemed to be trying to figure out in a way. Carrot could see his eyes looking at his bow tie from time to time and he wondered what was going through his mind. There was a long silence for a few long seconds but Filthy finally spoke up.

“It’s alright Carrot. I once had those kinds of thoughts about my daughter.” Filthy said with a sigh as his voice turned into a rather sympathetic one.

Carrot felt an odd sense of relief as he heard Filth speak to him. Incest was a topic lots of ponies around Ponyville didn’t want to talk about.

“However they remained just thoughts.” He added taking another puff of his cigar. “I had them after my wife died as you might've guessed.”

Carrot’s sense of relief slowly crumbled away however he saw a gap he could jump into to sway the conversation into his favor.

“It’s been 4 years right? How are you handling it?” Carrot asked with sincere sympathy in his voice.

“I still miss her, but it’s in the past and I’ve moved on.”

“Ever thought about finding another mare to spend time with?”

“Carrot, I’m an aging stallion now. I highly doubt any mares would be interested in me even with me rolling in bits.”

“Hmm, it’s never too late to find someone new to share love with…for you of course! Wouldn't you fear losing your sanity considering your daughter moved in with that pinto pony?” Carrot asked him knowing Filthy was living by himself after his daughter got married and moved into his place nearby.

“While I wished she waited a few more years before marriage, it was for the better. However let’s not get side tracked with my life; we were talking about you and me having feelings for our daughters correct?” Filthy said to him as he rested his cigar against the bronze ashtray.

“We…” Carrot was starting to wish he never even brought up the conversation and was struggling to get his thoughts together.” Yeah, we were. Were your thoughts ever…sexual at all?”

Filthy stared quietly at him.

“You know, it’s actually very common for fathers to be attracted to their daughters nowadays right? However most of them keep those thoughts in their imagination and don’t ever give in to them.”

Those words hurt Carrot deeply. Though he was happy to know others shared his plight, he felt like a monster for giving into his selfish desires. While he felt hurt by his friend’s words, he kept a calm face.

“It’s hard to deal with those thoughts when your wife doesn’t even touch you anymore at night…” Carrots muttered with a hint of anger in his voice.

Filthy paused for a second and knew that she was the root of the problem but felt sorry for the both of them. They were both good ponies and they were perfect for each other. It just was the glaring fact that the twins were a different race that put the wedge between them.

“Have you ever thought about fixing your relationship with Cup? I know you have your doubts about the twins actually being yours but you know Cup would never cheat on you. Heheh, heck I should know considering I tried to buy her love back when we were teens.” Filthy told him with a bit of laughter as he remembered his youthful days were he had the hots for Cup Cake himself.

“And I gave you a black eye for trying to bribe her for sex.” Despite what he said, Carrot wasn’t mad at Filthy and in fact they worked around that small part in his life.

“I was young and I was eager to toss my money at any mare I wanted. I wanted Cup Cake, plain and simple; however she only had eyes for you.” Filthy reached for his cigar to take a quick puff of it and Carrot followed his movements.

“You once convinced yourself that your kids were yours right? Did you start believing they weren’t?” Carrot heard a faint sadness in his voice as Filthy spoke.

“You know I’ve always believed that. Both are families are mainly earth ponies with the exception of very distant ones. I’m sure you would have your doubts if your wife gave birth to a unicorn and a Pegasus.” Carrot flicked a bit of ash of his cigar before he took another puff of it.

“I would, however I would still raise them as mine regardless.” Filthy told him as his face slowly returned to its usual neutral look.

“You say that now but do you mean it?” Carrot asked him in a serious manner.

“Of course, family is still family whether you’re blood related or not.”

“That’s kind of a foolish thing to say Richie, though I wish I had that same creed.”

“You say it like it’s too late for that kind of thing.” Filthy said to him.

“Maybe it is Richie…” Carrot replied closing his eyes and knowing he dug his own grave thanks to his actions.

“Just talk to your wife and try to reconcile with her. I know a good marriage counselor in Manehattan I could set you up with.” Filthy said to him as he took his cigar and smothered it out in the ashtray.

“I…” Carrot was starting to lose it. He thought trying to talk to his friend would help put his troubled mind at ease but he knew the truth would get out eventually. “Shit, Richie I…got a confession to make to you.”

“Hmm, seems I’m turning into a reverend now.” He chuckled as he crossed his hooves and rested them on the table.

“I don’t think a marriage counselor will fix what I did. I…I fucked up this morning.”

Filthy didn’t change his expression and wondered what Carrot was going to admit to, however considering the conversation, he had a sinking feeling.

“I…I broke and…I had sex with my daughter!” Hearing his confession, Filthy said nothing and stared at him. “I…I couldn’t help it. I…I accidentally walked in on her showering and everything just went to shit then!” Again, he forced the words out but also felt relieved to get his burden off his chest. “It wasn’t rape! She…actually consented to it…in a way.”

“In a way?” Filthy said to him not letting his tone waver at all.

“I…may have stretched the truth about sex with her a bit…” Carrot was sweating bullets and becoming very nervous. Filthy wasn’t taking his eyes off of him but that lack of surprise or even hate in his voice worried him. He was sure he was going to lunge at him any second and strangle him for being a pedophile.

“Was it the first time?” Filth asked still not changing his neutral tone.

“It was. I…thought I would be happy to find affection in her, but…walking here I felt ashamed of myself and what I did...this is why I was seeing if you ever had the same problem with Diamond Tiara.”

Filthy went silent and stared at him quietly but something in Carrot’s mind scared him about how he was staring at him. Without a word Filthy got out of his seat and Carrot feared for the worst.

“So that’s how it is…” Filthy said to him as he started to walk towards him.

“Richie what are you-”

Carrot was cut off as Filthy quietly approached him without any warning Filthy rose to his hindlegs and pushed Carrot to the floor.

"Alright, where's the wire?" Filthy said, as he knocked Carrot Cake to the ground, "Am I supposed to speak into your bow tie? I thought we were friends. Don’t play with me!"

“Grah! Richie what are you doing!?” Carrot shouted as his head hit the wooden floors board. "What wire? What are you talking about!?"

“How much did they pay you!? How long have they known!?” Filthy rose his hoof up in the air ready to strike his friend in case his worst fear had come to pass.

“Richie I swear I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Carrot screamed as he covered his face to shield himself from the impending strike.

Filthy went quiet as he continued to stare at his friends face. He could see the fear and confusion on it and knew he wasn’t spying on him. Even though he saw his confusion he had to be a bit more careful.

"Sorry," Filthy Rich said, "Just a precaution. You can never be too careful. I didn't get where I am by being Sloppy."

"Who?" Carrot Cake asked.

"Sloppy Rich," Filthy said, "My careless cousin. His business was repossessed when the authorities caught him cooking the books."

"I see, what was his business?" Carrot Cake asked him.

“Not important. Let’s return to our seated positions shall we?” Filthy quickly got off of Carrot and offered him a hoof to pull him up. Carrot was a bit nervous to do so but that cold feeling he had before was gone.

“You’re not going to attack me anymore are you?”

“As long as you’re not hiding anything.”

“Richie, I’m not hiding anything, hell I came to you because I thought you could help me with my…problem.” Carrot told him still not sure about reaching out for his hoof.

“Like I said, Just a precaution. Come on get yourself up.” This time Filthy didn’t wait for him to reach out, instead he grabbed his hoof and pulled him to his feet.

"So," Filthy Rich said, with an ominous smile as he turned back for his chair, "What were you saying about your daughter?"

Carrot was still confused by his actions and wasn’t sure if he wanted to continue the conversation with him. He wanted to stop but there was something that pushed him to talk to Filthy about his problem. Pulling his chair up, he resumed his seated position.

“I was talking about how I…had sex with my daughter. I just don’t know how I feel about it.”

“Hmm, you love your children right?” Filthy asked him.

“It’s…complicated for me. I love them, but I don’t fully love them like a father should. I mean…Fuck, how do I describe this…I love them but I would love them more if they were born without wings or a horn.”

“I see…Why haven’t you ever got a paternity test? I hear they got those up in Canterlot.” Filthy asked a bit puzzled to why Carrot never bothered to do so.

“I…was scared and I didn’t want Cup Cake to think I thought she was cheating on me. It was either she starts panicking and start calling me a bad husband because of that or that she would break down because she did cheat on me.” Carrot leaned forward and rested his head into his hooves. “Now I fear if I get a test and find out they’re actually mine…What then? I fucked my daughter because I thought she wasn’t. I don’t know how I’ll live with myself if she is actually mine…” Carrot said fully coming into terms with his deeds.

“So you decided to remain ignorant to the facts and now you’re just down right scared?” Filthy refused to change his tone with him. “Carrot, I thought you were smarter than this.”

“You…you think I’m a sick pony don’t you…” Carrot felt his friends stare starting to pierce his mind in hopes for finding answers for the issues that were just brought up to him. He began to worry that he would disown him, kick him out, and call the cops for what he did. His life would be ruined and he would lose everything he worked hard in his life for.

“Actually no, this brings something really interesting up.” Filthy’s tone started to change into a tone Carrot wasn’t very familiar with.

“What is it?”

“I played stupid for a bit I’ll admit, but since you took the large step and confessed your little secret I think I can stop my little game.” Carrot started to notice a smile start to appear on the face of his friend and continued to wonder what he was about to tell him.

“Remember when I said most are fathers attracted to their daughters nowadays and most of them keep those thoughts like that?”

“Yes?”

“Well what if I told you a small group of ponies in this very town has gone past that line and into that area of depravity like you did? What if that group was run by yours truly? Would you believe me?”

“Is this some kind of joke?” Carrot thought Filthy was just pulling his leg so he could turn it around and laugh at him in the end.

“Do you think I would lie about this? It’s the reason why I got defensive and attacked you in the first place.” Filthy said to him in the most serious tone Carrot ever heard.

“That explains your sudden shift in behavior.” Carrot replied rubbing the back of his head in response.

“Again I’m sorry; however I think I can make it up to you. Tell you what, come back tonight around midnight and you see for yourself.”

“But what about my problem? How am I going to face my kids when I get…oh fuck…” Carrot was a bit confused to why Filthy was bringing this up but at the thought of his kids, he forgot about Pound Cake.

“What is it?” Filthy asked him.

“W-What if Pound Cake heard me and Pumpkin doing it?”

“Then he would have most likely confronted Pumpkin about it afterwards.” Filthy said cutting in front of Carrot’s words. “I’m guessing you didn’t lock the door right?”

“I…no, I didn’t.”

“Bad form on your part friend. Hmmm, this could be a problem now. I may have to put off our little meeting tonight if this is the case. Seems you need to do a bit of damage control instead.” Filthy’s tone started to return to its once neutral state as he spoke.

“I want you to head home and figure out a way to fix your mess in case he did hear the both of you.” Filthy’s tone changed into one of a frantic officer trying to give out orders in a rushed fashion. “If you can fix everything by tonight then return like I asked. If not then I’ll know you’re most likely on your way to jail. If it’s the latter then I can’t help you.”

“I highly doubt you could save me regardless. I…I know rape and incest are high crimes and no amount of money will save me from rotting in jail.” Carrot said a bit scared of what will happen when he gets home.

“Before you go. Me and you never had this talk alright?” Filthy told him just before Carrot made an attempt to rise from his seat.

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that? What’s got you so spooked Richie?” Carrot asked as he slowly got out of his seat.

“You’ll find out if you come back tonight. Now hurry back home and talk to your kids before something bad happens.”

“Alright. Hopefully I’ll be back tonight.” Carrot said as he turned for the door and exited the house.

As the door closed, silence filled the house. Filthy didn’t move from his seat and only thought about what was in store for his friend if he was to return.

“Hmm…” Filthy said quietly to himself after his friend left. “Hopefully our little group will get an extra member tonight. A filly like Pumpkin would be a great benefit to us.” Filthy finished saying as a sinister grin slowly showed up on his face.