It all began one night when my adopted daughter, Diamond Tiara, and I were walking home after spending a day at the Ponyville Markets. We were on our way back to the Everfree Forest, to venture in and return to the Dragon Weyr when – as we were walking past the home of Silver Spoon and her Family – we heard a terrible commotion! “—ON’T HAVE A DIRTY FILLY-FOOLER IN MY HOUSE! DIRTY FOAL! FILTHY FOAL! YOU ARE NO LONGER MY DAUGHTER! GET…OUT!”
Following the awful shouting was the sound of something alive and wailing being roughly shoved through a doorway; then there came the final, dreadful slam of a door being closed hard. Battle-instincts rising to the surface, with Diamond racing behind me, I immediately moved to investigate—but it seemed I was too late as something small and furry slammed into my legs, nearly toppling me over.
Looking down, I couldn’t see the small pony-shaped thing which had run into me but—with pony vision slightly better at night then a human’s—Diamond Tiara did. “Spoony!” she cried, and moved to console her friend… but it seemed, for the moment, that poor Silver Spoon was utterly inconsolable; there in the dark she just bawled like the youngest of newborn foals. Kneeling down, I made to gather up both little fillies, to embrace them, hold them gently—but as I placed my hand on Silver Spoon’s side, she flinched, not from fear, but from pain!
“Dee… I think she’s been hurt,” I murmured gently to Diamond, who uttered a soft gasp at my admission. “Can…” my pony daughter faltered, then started again. “Can she stay over? At the Weyr? Can she come with us, Papa?” She hadn’t even needed to ask the question; immediately I nodded. “Of course, she’ll have to,” I stated with finality. “There’s no way I’m letting her go back home, and I’ll need to make sure her wounds are tended to; come on, let’s go.”
Turning my attention to Silver Spoon – little more than a pony-shaped shadow in the twilight – I asked her, “Are you okay to walk, little one?” Her world fallen out from beneath her, little Silver Spoon nodded, a little sob escaping her as Diamond Tiara immediately moved to brace her body against the silver-furred filly in support. Thus, my daughter and I – and our rescued guest – made our way into the Everfree Forest, poor Silver Spoon flinching at every unusual sound, until we arrived back at my Protoss Nexus, the Dragon Weyr.
Therein under the bright lights of Sickbay, thankfully, we found that Silver Spoon hadn’t been seriously injured; but she had been beaten—severely, her back, flanks, sides and rump covered with welts and bruises, all of them fresh. As the slow, seething rage of the Weyr filled my thoughts – the mind of the Great Nexus appalled at the thought of a child being hurt so badly – upon noticing the expression on my face, whilst the Dermal Regenerators of the Autodoc healed her wounds, Silver Spoon flinched.
Then, answering my unspoken question, she sniffled – eyes misty – as she said, “My… my Father, Hoity Toity.” Diamond Tiara sucked in a soft breath as she continued, “He did this to me. He… he hates that I’m… well… a filly-fooler; and that I… that I…” The poor silver-furred foal faltered, her unshed tears beginning to fall, “… that I love you, Diamond Tiara,” she whispered, brokenly. “I always have…”
At her confession, Diamond Tiara froze, her jaw dropping open; but then, with a determined glint in her eyes my daughter leaped into the Autodoc to be with her beloved friend; both breaking down into wordless crying. No words needed to be said, for little Diamond had always felt the same; as Silver Spoon loved her, she loved Silver Spoon, too. Soon the Dermal Regenerators finished their work; Silver Spoon was healed, her welts and bruises gone, replaced by fresh, healthy skin under fur.
With that task done, I moved to gather both foals into my arms. Diamond Tiara – being my daughter, and long used to being held and carried – practically leaped into my arms, but I was still a stranger to Silver Spoon; though I had healed her wounds and helped her, she didn’t trust me - she was ‘waiting for the other hoof to drop – and so, when I made to gather her into my other arm, she flinched, expecting to be beaten again!
However… softly, gently, Diamond Tiara spoke to Silver Spoon in foaltongue – the secret, intrinsic language of all foals; something not-quite baby noises, not quite pony speech – a language adult ponies lost as they grew up. It was a language that the Dragon Weyr and I still didn’t understand, despite the Nexus’ best efforts to build a translation matrix. Softly coaxing, gently cajoling, my daughter beckoned Silver Spoon into my arms with her, and when the silver-furred filly made the leap – and I expertly caught her as I had my daughter - Diamond Tiara cheered and then kissed her friend softly, nuzzling her nose, sharing breath.
With both little fillies in my arms, I made my way to the Weyr’s Kitchenette where I promptly stuffed their bellies full of food. Then, after making sure they were properly bathed and brushed – and that their teeth were clean – I gently laid them down to sleep and tucked them in. Later that night, however – due to the Weyrmind’s inquisitive nature and desire to ensure the foals were safe and protected – through the Master Transceiver connecting me to it I witnessed something beautiful, yet incredibly sad.
Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon had moved atop each other and were holding each other close; more than that, my eyes widened as I realized both fillies were… they were making love with each other! Feeling abhorrent for watching, yet unable to tell the Weyrmind to cease, I watched through its countless cameras and sensors as they softly kissed, softly caressed each other before licking softly, gently at each other’s nether-lips, first one, and then the other.
As they did this, occasionally, their tongues would slip between those lips, deep into wet, liquid heat, only to emerge, wet and shining with foal essence. Finally, when the fillies could stand it no more - whimpering, crying softly - each foal drove her wet and dripping tongue past the lips of the other’s vulva, deep into the wet, liquid heat of their vaginas. Yet – even as they began eating each other out, licking themselves to orgasm – there was no lust in their actions; rather, they took their time, always kissing, always caressing, and always ensuring the other was loved.
Sadness filled my heart as the Weyrmind and I both realized that Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were making love to each other as if for the last time – as if they would never see each other again afterward. Resolve filling us both, we vowed to ensure that that would not happen! At last, crying with each other – tears falling from their eyes to dampen their faces and muzzles - both foals came hard, their fillyhoods rippling and contracting about their tongues, thick creamy mucus slopping from deep inside their sexes to splash all over their muzzles, crotches and thighs.
As it spilled from them, neither filly wasted a drop. Greedily they lapped up and drank their essences—and they actually were drinking it, I realized, intrigued; they were actually feeding off each other, each nourishing themselves on the other’s essence! Soon, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon tired and – holding each other close, they softly kissed a final time; then they drifted off to sleep. As for me… I felt awful for watching them, for intruding on such a private moment, and yet… reaching down to my member I felt it was as hard as an iron bar.
A soft groan escaping me, I gripped my shaft in-hand and masturbated furiously - images of the fillies’ love-making racing through my thoughts – until I, too, came like they had, my seed rushing from me to spill over my hand. Almost immediately after, I felt utterly disgusted with myself and – as Probes swiftly cleaned up the mess around me - I turned to my side and fell asleep, unpleasant thoughts of the Princesses, a squad of Royal Guards, and the Gates of Tartarus filling my head; what I deserved…
The next morning – when both of those adorable little fillies raced into my room and leaped onto my bed to wake me up – I bid them good morning but from then on I was courteous yet a little distant from them. Having never lived with me before for any length of time, little Silver Spoon was confused by my seemingly abrupt change of nature, but after living with me for nearly two years, Diamond Tiara wasn’t. “What’s wrong Papa?” she asked softly. “Please tell me…”
All it took, dear readers, was a look with the dreaded ‘puppy-dog eyes, an adorable tilt of the head, a quivering lip as if she were about to cry… and I was done. Hands shaking, voice cracking, tears beginning to fall from my eyes, I told them of what I had done – how I’d seen them making love through the, now deeply regretful, Weyrmind, and had… pleasured myself. Even now, I still felt like scum, like the lowest, most base form of life to ever exist. Wearier than I’d ever felt in my life, I awaited the foals’ judgement for my abhorrent actions.
I expected them to shout, to scream, to curse at me, to call me a filthy, vile foalophile – to bolt from the Weyr and tell an adult what I’d done… I shouldn’t have been so foolish, so quick to jump to conclusions. This place was not Earth or Aiur, and these Equestrian foals held values that were a little more enlightened to those held by humans. Both Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon considered me with their huge eyes – and there was a look that was a mixture of forgiveness, incredible love, and profound sadness in them.
For a moment, neither foal said anything – I don't think they could have anyway – but then, both fillies’ eyes misted with tears and Silver Spoon sniffled as Diamond Tiara spoke. “Oh, Papa…” she whimpered softly; then both fillies crawled into bed with me, buried their faces into my chest and hugged me with all four of their feet encircling my body as they cried! Utterly overwhelmed by their kindness, I gently stroked the coats of these wondrous beings, then petted and ruffled their manes and scratched them behind the ears.
Soon, both fillies calmed, their cries fading, tears ceasing as they melted and purred into my touch. Thereafter, I expected that Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon would fall asleep beside me. What I did not expect… was for the foals to release me from their embrace and slowly, gently induct me into their world… It was Diamond Tiara who moved first – my brave, bold little Diamond – as she gently tugged the duvet down with her teeth, revealing my pajama-clad body.
Silver Spoon came to aid Diamond, then and as I looked on – jaw dropped, unable, unwilling to do anything to stop them – the silver-furred foal carefully used her mouth to tug down my pyjama bottoms. “It’s… not as big as a stallions’,” she murmured as both fillies eyed my member, hardened from ‘morning wood’, then continued, “Which is a good thing, Dee; stallion penises scare me!” Diamond Tiara nodded, “Yeah, it doesn’t look like a weird snake, or all veiny or anything, Silvy. It looks… nice.”
After looking at my member for a little longer – then gently touching, poking, prodding it with their hooves – the fillies turned away for a moment and spoke to each other softly in foaltongue. A moment later – to my surprise – it was Silver Spoon who moved next, gently nuzzling at the base of my shaft, near my testicles; then her little tongue slid out from her lips and delicately lapped against my skin, the warmth of her saliva causing me to shudder.
A soft groan escaped me, then, as Diamond Tiara moved to begin licking me as well, licking the head of my member, sampling the salty taste of my pre-come. Soon, both foals were licking up and down either side of my member, the warmth and feel of their tongues bringing me closer, and closer to climax—until at last, I did come, something for which it seemed both fillies were ready.
It was Diamond Tiara who got her muzzle filled first, her eyes widening as she tasted my seed for the first time; then, panting and snorting, she swallowed half before kissing Silver Spoon hard, sharing the rest with the silver-furred foal! Both fillies swapped my seed between them for a moment, swallowed—and then converged upon my member, licking furiously, seeking to nourish on my come as they had upon each other’s! Alas, it was not to be, my member softening as both fillies moaned sadly.
When all was said and done, I gathered both foals up atop my chest, their heads tucked ‘neath my chin and kissed them both soundly. “I love you two girls…” I murmured, eyes teary; and it was true, though I’d known Silver Spoon for less than a day, already a fierce love for her burned in my chest; like my daughter, Diamond, I wanted to hold her close, keep her safe and protected; on this, the Weyrmind agreed, its own love/protectiveness roaring through my thoughts. Later, as we all gently drifted off to sleep, I thought I heard Silver Spoon whisper softly, “Daddy…”
Sometime later, I woke, shifting fitfully, arching my back and then giving a long sigh as consciousness began to flood my mind. A helpless, reflexive groan left me and I squirmed in place as I felt two wonderfully warm, wet and soft somethings dragging along the tip of my aching, throbbing hard shaft. Sitting up slightly, I lifted the blankets, gazing into the shadowy recesses under the covers to find two pairs of eyes peering up at me from either side of my member.
Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara both smiled, slowly dragging another lick against the stiff spire of my penis. “You’re awake, Papa…” my daughter purred, giving my base a squeeze, kissing at the very tip, her friend doing the same soon after. Then, eyes narrowing slowly, Diamond Tiara closed her lips over the very, very tip of my member and gave the gentlest of sucks as Silver Spoon patiently awaited her turn. Any protest I had at them doing this immediately died in my throat, and I collapsed onto my back, hands sliding down to find my daughter’s silky mane, fingertips wending through the strands. “G-gods!”
Soon, Diamond Tiara released me; then it was Silver Spoon purring eagerly around the end of my length, her velvet tongue swirling slowly against my sensitive tip, closing her eyes as her soft, young lips slowly consumed more of me. Diamond Tiara, however, wasn’t to be left out. As her friend suckled upon my tip, my beloved daughter stared up at me, drawing close to drag a long, heated lick against my testes and the base of my length, one of her hooves slipping down her form to push between her legs.
Grinding her hoof against her already-moist fillyhood, Diamond groaned softly as she continued nuzzling and licking, coating my testes and the base of my length thoroughly with her saliva whilst Silver Spoon kept suckling at my tip. Soon, it became too much for either of them; with heady moans, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon pushed themselves to their hooves and slowly crawled up my prone form, their bellies brushing against both sides of my stiffened member, pushing it between their bodies.
The foals slithered up until they could sit on my thighs either side of me, grinding the entire lengths of both their fillyhoods slowly up and down, up and down, up and down my shaft, covering me with a light sheen of their essence. As they rocked their hips back and forth against me - the soft, pliable lips of their foalhoods grinding against my throbbing member and their soft tails flicking against my thighs and the blankets of the bed - Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon flushed faintly; then, leaning towards each other, both foals hugged and kissed each other, over and over and over, until…
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Dee," Silver Spoon gasped, near the point of no return, saliva dripping from her open, panting mouth. "Oh, I love you! I love you soooooo much!" She mashed her lips against her friend's, kissing her fiercely! "I love you, too, Silvy!" whimpered Diamond Tiara, panting into Silver Spoon’s wet mouth. Whimpering, arching against me, both fillies shuddered hard and cried out as they climaxed, their slick foal essences spilling over my member and triggering my own climax.
A spear of liquid, fiery pleasure jetted up from my crotch and pierced straight up into my brain, where it exploded – and I exploded between them as well, in what felt like an endless series of blasts of blistering hot seed that mixed with their essence as I thrust between them. Mind senseless, body working on automatic, I thrust up and down between my daughter and her friend until the three of us were joined together in a sticky mess of matted fur and pubic hair.
After that… I’m not sure what happened - I vaguely remember the feeling of soft warm tongues licking me clean, the heat and pressure of two warm furry little bodies pressing up against my sides, a softly whispered, “Love you Daddy / Love you, Papa” – and then I was gone. There, together, we three slept deeply and easily. Later – much later, after we’d all woken up, cleaned ourselves and made ourselves presentable… with heavy heart, I contacted Celestia via the Psi-Web Transceiver I’d installed in her throne room, asking her to come to the Weyr.
When she arrived, two of her mighty Dawn Custodes in tow – as the fillies on either side of me sniffled softly, upset at what might happen – I confessed to the Sun Princess everything; of Hoity Toity assaulting Silver Spoon then tossing her away; of how I’d taken her in and healed her wounds; of how I’d witnessed Diamond and Silver making love; my utter disgust with myself for what I’d done during said act; and finally, of how Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara had shared their love with me and let me into their little world.
As Diamond and Silver clutched me tightly, desperately, softly crying into my chest, I begged of Celestia, “I know… I know I’m a horrible, horrible person,” I choked out. “A… a disgusting dirty foalophile, so please, if you must punish anyone, then punish Hoity Toity and after, punish me; I deserve nothing less then Tartarus for what I’ve done. But please… I beg of you, please don’t separate Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon; don’t take them away from each other…” Closing my eyes, bowing my head – as silence fell upon the Weyr, save for the sound of the two fillies crying – I awaited Celestia’s judgement.
I had expected her to condemn me harshly. I had expected her to shout at me, to curse my name as her mighty Earth Pony Guards chained me to march me off to Tartarus. Instead… abruptly, all sound ceased; then I felt Celestia nuzzle under my chin forcing my head up to look at her before she nuzzled my cheeks softly, gently, sniffling, her magenta eyes and muzzle wet with countless tears. “The only one who will face punishment” she whispered, voice thick with emotion, “is Hoity Toity.”
Then, voice strengthening a little, she continued, “As for you, David—why would you ever believe that my Guards and I would do such a foolish thing?” As her Guards looked on, their own expressions stricken, a little sob escaped Celestia and she sniffled as I hastened to answer, “Back on Earth… to love children – err, foals – is a severe crime; we call it Pedophilia and I thought… I thought that it was the same here, that you would--” Another little sob escaping her, the Princess of the Sun stared at me with an expression that was both truly baffled and sad at the same time.
Then, wrapping her wings about all three of us, she soothed and consoled us all as she quietly explained. “David… this is not Earth. The laws of your people do not apply here. This word you speak – Ped-oh-feel-ee-yah– does not exist in our language; we do not have or know of this word in our tongue. We ponies desire companionship. Friendship and Love are perhaps the only things that matter to us and we show them to each other without shame.”
Then, my jaw dropped as she candidly continued, “The average stallion’s member is just a little over three times larger than that of a human's at adulthood; this means that even as fillies we are quite… versatile. In addition, we mares are mature by the age of nine. In short, David, so long as you are gentle and all are consenting, feel free to make love to your daughter and her friend properly; since you and we are different species there is no risk of pregnancy or disease transmission. Now…” Suddenly, the expression on Celestia’s face turned very, very dark.
“Come,” she spoke brusquely to her Guards, “we must arrest Hoity Toity, and fear not,” she turned to me, “he will be jailed for what he did to Silver Spoon; though you healed her wounds – for which I am most grateful, by the way – I can extract from him the memories of what he did. He will be punished for this, because Intent to Deny Love and Assault of a Foal are severe Crimes! If things proceed well – and I have no doubt they will – Hoity Toity will not only lose custody of his daughter to you, but his reputation and his very life, will be ruined; the Elite of Canterlot – vipers they may be – will shun him, for this! We will speak again soon regarding her adoption. Good day.”
That night after a long, luxurious bath - during which I not only bathed my two fillies, but also petted, stroked, and caressed their coats, manes, tails and their foalhoods until they were panting, on the very verge or climax - as we all laid in bed together I wrapped my arms around Diamond Tiara in order to keep her steady, then brought myself to a seated position with her poised just above my eager length. Our eyes locked and Diamond softly breathed, "Daddy..."; then without further ado I gave her what she wanted, what she'd secretly always wanted, what she'd been waiting for for so long... I lowered her down. my tip pressing gently against her entrance, then let my length slowly slide into her. As Silver Spoon looked on, a hoof between her legs playing with her own foalhood, my daughter bit her bottom lip as she stretched to fit me inside, a melodic, satisfied hum escaping her when I bottomed out.
'Celestia was right...' I thought in amazement. Having only ever made love with her friend Silver Spoon, Diamond Tiara took a few moments to get comfortable, and I waited for her to make the first move. Soon, she began to rock into my pelvis; at long last we were making love in earnest. I let her control the speed of our thrusts, starting off slow. She slid about halfway up my length and back down, punctuating each new insertion with a soft little grunt. Silver Spoon, wasn't to be left out, however; as my daughter and I made sweet love, I coaxed the silver-furred filly to sit down upon my face; then her eyes widened and she kissed Diamond hard, panting and drooling into her mouth as I brushed her tail aside to access her well-moistened netherlips. Gently, softly I lapped her winking sex and clitoris and was soon rewarded with a rich stream of filly precome splattering into my maw, her essence clean, spicy and intensely hot.
Over and over I lashed her with my tongue, until at last it all became too much; Silver Spoon howled into my daughter's muzzle and climaxed for real, thick creamy yellowish essence gushing from her into my mouth as I guzzled it down! This set off Diamond Tiara's climax - my daughter squealing as her essence splattered my member - which triggered my own, my seed spilling deep into her fiery depths! We three climaxed together; then no sooner had we done so Silver Spoon was nearly growling as she moved to lap at our union; then it was her turn to cry out, bursting into tears as I made love to her, Diamond lapping at our joining. Afterwards, as I rested, both foals leisurely lapped my member clean, then turned upon each other in a furious sixty-nine, their muzzles between each other's raised hind legs as they not only cleaned each other, but once again nourished on the combined mixture of my seed and their essences.