> Rutting on the Riverbank
>  by The Elusive Badgerpony
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> A Sweet Little Father's Day Rarity
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	Hondo Flank's left ear twitched, shooing away a mosquito that threatened to jab it’s probing proboscis into the supple, sensitive skin there, the little irritant going away for at least a little while. The afternoon sun blazed brightly overhead, causing the waters of the river to gleam, flickering lights twinkling in the shallow, clear waters. The rock he sat upon was warmed by Celestia's grace, and was surprisingly comfy for the older stallion's plush rump. He pulled in his reel and cast it again. His hooves, at least, were cool, hanging from below the outcropping he sat upon, and swirled around in the water. They didn’t move fast enough to cause too much of a fuss but enough to feel the current gently push underneath the tough keratin. He'd been out here for only a half an hour now, so his lack of success fishing-wise was of little concern. Besides, part of the appeal of fishing was the quiet, deep, thoughtful silence that permeated through the air, and made every sound seem important. The babbling flow of the river, the deep, ruminating rumble of a faraway waterfall, the whistling birds and the whispering trees... It was idyllic, peaceful, contemplative, and it made even an unsuccessful fishing trip seem all the more worthwhile.

"Geronimo!"

Just as Hondo's reverie threatened to pull him into the subtle horrors and deep moodiness of existential thought, Sweetie Belle came careening down the hill and leaped inches from where he sat, whooping and hollering with excitement, letting out a happy whinny as she dove into the water with the grace and subtlety of a marching band. Hondo let out a surprised shout, gripping tightly to his rod and reeling in again, eyes wide.

"Ey! Sweetie!" He cried. "Watch out! Don't wanna hook ya!"

Sweetie Belle came up from the surface, giggling and frolicing as young fillies are wont to do, the sand beneath swirling up and muddying the once-clear water. Hondo couldn't help but chuckle at her enthusiasm as she paddled and dived and did little twists under the water, coming up again and spitting out a tall stream. "Look at me, Papa! I'm a whale!"

"You're a great whale, hon!" Hondo said, laughing. "But Papa's fishin' right now! So ya better scoot yourself away 'til I can reel this line in!"

"Aww, but Papa, can't you see?" Sweetie Belle cried. "I'm swimming!"

Hondo nodded. "Yeah, but I don't wanna hook ya! Happened to me when I was a young colt! Went swimming while my uncle was fishin' and he got his hook stuck in my head! Hurt like all heck!"

Sweetie Belle pouted. "Are ya gonna at least jump in too? The water's great!"

Hondo hummed, reaching under his hat and scratching at a more successful mosquito's nip at him. Sweetie Belle had a point– it was sweltering hot. The air was so humid, Hondo swore he could cut it with a knife, and Celestia's sun wasn't letting up for anything. His hoof came back wet with sweat. And when he heard Sweetie Belle's happy hums and giggles as she froliced in the water, it was more than enough to convince him to join her.

"Sweetie Belle!"

Another voice, more regal, more posh, more rapid but dainty, hooffalls came running down the hill. Rarity jumped past Hondo with more grace as his younger daughter, diving like a hungry albatross into the shallow water. She came up and gave chase to Sweetie Belle, laughing as Sweetie squealed and started to swim away. "Eep! Rarity, go away!"

"The sea monster's coming for you, Sweetie Belle!" Rarity cried. "He's gonna eat you up!"

"No! Go away!" Sweetie Belle laughed, but to no avail, as Rarity had slipped under the water, and if the bubbles were any indication was raspberrying her little sister's belly enough to make said sister flounder and slap at the water with her hooves, laughing helplessly. Hondo sighed, finally having an opening to reel in his line. So much for fishing now. He had a daughter to save, and by Celestia he was going to save her from this seaborne menace if it was the last thing he did! His line now reeled in all the way, he gently put his rod aside, and ripped his shirt open, throwing his hat behind him.

“Don’t worry, Sweetie!” Hondo cried. “Papa’s on his way!”

And with that, he leaped into the water, belly first, legs outspread, slamming into the water with a gasp at the sudden cold and the stinging pain. The laughter of both of his daughters, while muffled by the water, still rang in his ears, and Hondo narrowed his eyes as he swam towards them. Rarity’s dainty hoof was just out of reach; she let out a gasp as he nabbed it in one of his forehooves She had just enough time to take a gasp of air before he pulled her under. She swept underneath him in a cloud of sand and flailing hooves, and he breached the water with Sweetie Belle on his back, the filly in question laughing and giggling like mad as he panted for breath.

“Woohoo! Papa to the rescue!” Sweetie Belle cried.

Hondo laughed, then gasped as he felt a nudge under his belly. “It’s not over yet! Brace for impact!”

Sweetie Belle did as she was asked, wrapping her hooves around Hondo’s neck and taking a deep gasp of air as Rarity came up with surprising strength and surged upwards into them, grabbing hold of his sides and swiftly dunking him back under the water. Hondo attempted to escape again, but in the now-murky waters, a stylish and beautiful monster was using every cheap trick in the book. His hoof twitched as Rarity’s well-hooficured toe tickled at his frogs, making his cheeks bulge as he tried to hold in his laughter. She was trying to make him surface, or at the very least trying to make him thrash about so Sweetie Belle would lose her grip, and he refused to let this monster take his darling daughter away! Hondo swiftly kicked outwards, shooing away Rarity’s tickling hooves, and made for the riverbank, going as fast as he could, and coming up to the surface for a breath.

“Faster, Papa!” Sweetie Belle cried. “She’s gaining on us!”

Hondo Flanks looked behind himself. Sweetie Belle was right. Although the water was now muddied, he could certainly see the blue-purple mane flow behind the encroaching monster that was swiftly catching up to them. He nudged Sweetie Belle’s hooves, paddling swiftly.

“Sweetie, let go of me and make a break for it! I’ll distract her!”

“No, Papa!” Sweetie Belle cried. “She’ll get you! We can make it together!”

“Sweetie, do it!” Hondo cried. “Save yourself! It’s the only way at least one of us is gonna get outta here untickled!”

“No!” Sweetie Belle screamed, squeezing tightly around Hondo’s neck. “No, Papa, I can’t leave you!”

Just then, the monster breached the water, crashing back down into it with a dramatic whinny, and Sweetie Belle screamed, clinging to Hondo’s shoulders. With a grunt, Hondo let her slide off of his back, and gave her a push towards the shore, his hooves shaking as he did so, knowing full well that now his fate was well and truly sealed. Sweetie looked back at him, the glee still hidden deep behind her eyes, but her face a truly sobering sight, on the brink of tears. Hondo felt a little knot twist in his stomach, and, with closed eyes and a heavy heart, he nudged her forward again.

“I’ll be fine,” Hondo said, smiling reassuringly. “Just go!”

And just as he said that, Hondo felt well-groomed hooves around his middle, and felt the hidden strength underneath dainty forelegs surge, as he and Rarity lifted upwards, and, with a jolly whoop and a gasp of air, he was dunked into the cold, now-murky waters yet again. Those well-groomed hooves began the tickling, and Hondo knew he was done for, thrashing in the water and trying to get away, but to no avail. He wasn’t as young as he used to be. Wasn’t as big or as strong. He knew it was a game, but he still felt a twinge of awareness of his own mortality settle in as he realized that the water could carry them away at any moment, and sweep them downstream and off a waterfall. Would he have regrets then?

Only that Sweetie Belle didn’t get any daddy tickles.

Suddenly, Hondo felt his will to go untickled return. He surged upwards and took a deep breath. When Rarity came up slowly and majestically to take another small gasp, he reached out with his hooves and rubbed the tips of his hooves underneath Rarity’s forelegs. Rarity screamed in surprise, starting to flee back to shore, and Hondo gave close chase, his hooves tickling down her sides and occasionally diving down to raspberry her belly. Deep strokes turned into little paddles that turned into rapid hooffalls as the two of them ran and frolicked on the shoreline. Whinnying, snorting and laughing, they dodged one another’s hooves while trying to volly their own attacks, one never gaining the upper hand on the other. He might have retired long ago, and he might have had a beer belly for the ages, but Hondo Flanks refused to keep his hoofball skills out of play, especially when faced with the natural grace and athleticism of an Element of Harmony. Things remained quite evenly matched, and they would have tickle-fought to a standstill, were it not for Sweetie Belle sliding beneath Hondo’s belly and feathering her toes against his sensitive sides.

“Traitor!” he cried, laughing. “You’re no better than your sister!”

“Muahahaha! Fall to our ticklings!” Rarity cried, her hooves sneaking under his foreleg-pits, lambasting the poor old stallion with relentless tickles. The combined assault was simply too much. Gasping for air between bellowing laughs Hondo Flanks finally fell, laying on his back and sticking out his tongue, eyes rolled up as he feigned death with his forelegs curled up against his chest.

“Uncle! Uncle! I’ve had it! I’m too old and frail to die!”

“Say you surrender!” Sweetie Belle squeaked, her voice cracking mid-sentence.

Mirthful tears fell down Hondo’s face, and a shameful blush came to his cheeks. “I surrender! I really do!”

“Victory!” Rarity shouted, sticking out her chest proudly. “The Belle sisters have claimed another brave warrior!”

Hondo laughed again, this time of his own power, and his laughter spread to his daughters, and they fell as a pile of happy ponies. Hondo fell onto his back, Sweetie under one leg and Rarity under the other. Their happiness echoed through the wild forest, drowning out the rushing river, which still held brown swirls of their little swim session. The gentle summer breeze made the three ponies shiver in their mirth, but they stuck close together, Sweetie Belle squeezing around Hondo’s neck and nuzzling into it as Rarity held his hips, and soon, the deep, contemplative silence returned, and the little family was at ease. Even Sweetie Belle was quiet, panting gently, mane matted down and dripping against Hondo’s chest as Rarity’s draped over his side.

Hondo chuckled. Fishing was fine, but this was truly blissful. Wet, a little bit tired, the energy gone but the excitement still there. The gentle sound of breathing, the feel of it against his neck, the fresh smell of clean teeth and clean mouths, the mare on one side of him and the filly on the other, the three of them happy as happy could be. His moustache curled upwards, bidden by his smiling lips, river water passing by his lips as it fell off of his face and pooled underneath him. This was good. This was happiness.

They basked in the moment for a little bit, then Rarity spoke.

“Happy Father’s Day,” she said, looking up into his eyes.

Sweetie Belle gasped. “Oh gosh! It’s Father’s Day?!”

Rarity smiled. “Yes, Sweetie Belle. That’s why we came out here, remember? We wanted to spend the afternoon on the river with Father.”

“B-But… I just thought it was… I didn’t know it was for Father’s Day! I just th-thought we were hanging out!”

“It’s alright, Sweetie,” Hondo laughed, giving both of his girls a squeeze. “I kinda forgot too, honestly.”

“Ohh, but we should have gotten a present!” Sweetie Belle cried. “And a cake! And a bunch of cards and all that stuff, and I just–”

“It’s all right,” Hondo said, kissing the tip of Sweetie Belle’s horn, making her blush a bit. “I don’t need all that. 

“He’s right, Sweetie,” Rarity said. “Pinkie Pie would get involved, and honestly, I don’t think I want that much excitement today.”

He leaned back into the riverbank. “Besides, the best part about today is spending time with you two, and right now, since we’re doin’ that, I’m as happy as can be. It’s a beautiful day, I’ve got two lovely fillies with me, and we’re just relaxing and taking it slow. It’s perfect. The birds are singin’, the bees are buzzin’, and we’re together, as a family, for a whole afternoon.”

“Mom isn’t here,” Sweetie Belle said, a little bit quiet.

Hondo grinned. “I don’t mind that. Me and your ma are gonna spend a ton of time together tonight. Right now,” he said, squeezing both of his daughters close, “I’m just happy to be here with you two.”

Sweetie Belle sighed, and nuzzled into Hondo’s neck. “I guess… I just wish I remembered sooner. I really wanted to get you a present.”

Rarity cleared her throat, the tone more dainty than guttural. “Well, Sweetie, there is that one thing.”

Sweetie Belle’s eyes went wide, and her face turned a deep, burning red, her grip on Hondo loosening. “That thing?”

Rarity smiled. “Yes, Sweetie. That thing.”

Hondo felt Sweetie Belle fidget under his arm, and lifted it a bit to give her some space, only to feel her wiggling further. “B-But Rarity,” Sweetie Belle said, “Isn’t it a little early for that thing?”

“What thing?” Hondo asked.

“Nothing!” Sweetie Belle blurted, eyes shifting left and right, then looking at Rarity as even the tips of her ears began to glow with blush. Rarity looked back with a half-lidded gaze and a crooked smirk, leaning in and nuzzling under Hondo’s ear, making it twitch backwards against her nose. Hondo was curious, now– whatever could they give to him that would make poor little Sweetie Belle so embarrassed? And the way Rarity was acting now was… Odd, to say the least. His brow furrowed as he realized that he had seen this before, and the gears in his head began to spin with furious speed as he tried to figure out where.

“What Sweetie Belle means to say, Father,” Rarity cooed, “Is that this Father’s Day, we wanted to give you something very special. Something that can’t be bought in a store, or made by hooves. Something salacious, delicious, and utterly sinful.”

“Sinful?” Hondo said, his tone careful, his voice almost a mumble.

“Yes,” Rarity whispered. “Like last Father’s Day.”

The mechanisms of Hondo’s brain clicked together. Yes, last Father’s Day. That was…

“Oh jeez, Rarity,” he muttered to her. “Here? Now? With Sweetie Belle watching?”

“With Sweetie Belle participating.”

Hondo’s eyes widened. “Rarity!”

“Yes, Father?” Rarity cooed.

“She’s a filly, Rarity,” he murmured. “I dunno if she’s ready for… You know… Stuff like last Father’s Day.”

“She had her first heat last year,” Rarity said.

“Yeah!” Sweetie Belle said. “A-And I asked Rarity to set this up for us.”

Hondo sighed, glancing at Sweetie Belle. Although she had calmed down from her initial embarrassment, Sweetie Belle was still clearly rather bashful about the proposal, and when their eyes met for a moment, she immediately looked away, glancing down at Hondo’s chest and idly running her hoof up and down his belly, giving an awkward, but not unwelcome, belly rub to the older stallion’s gut. He realized that she was shifting again, pulling herself closer, laying her head on his shoulder and biting her lip ever so slightly.

“It’s true,” Sweetie Belle said.

“I find that h-hard to believe,” Hondo stammered.

“About a week or so ago, she asked me what I gave you for last Father’s Day,” Rarity said. “I told her the truth. I told her I gave you my body and a riding crop.”

Sweetie Belle blushed. “You didn’t mention the riding crop.”

“Ah, but I did mention the ride, didn’t I?”

“Y-Yes…” Sweetie Belle murmured.

Hondo’s mind was spinning, but he somehow managed to spit the words out anyhow. “Rarity…”

“Yes, Father?”

“I’m… I dunno, Rarity. I mean, you’re… You know… An adult. And you can sort of make those choices, ya know? And… And y’know, I can’t h-hurt you with it. And I mean… I mean…” He sighed. “I dunno, Rarity. It’s super risky, and we’re out in public, a-and…”

“And we’re far enough outside Ponyville that even Fluttershy wouldn’t catch us,” Rarity said. “And I can see that you’ve not been hard in a long time.”

“Hey!” Hondo said, trying to cross his thighs, but only revealing more of his sheath, his big, plushy balls resting on his thighs, his cock having long ago slid from its sheath and slowly stiffening upon his belly, inches from Sweetie Belle’s hoof. “Th-That’s not fair, Rarity. Just cause I’m all… You know… That doesn’t mean I want to do it!”

Rarity gave a small gasp, yet giggled a bit behind her hoof. “Oh, I understand that, Father. Of course it doesn’t mean you want this, and I’m the last pony in Equestria to pressure you into doing it. But just look at Sweetie for a moment, will you?”

Hondo almost didn’t want to look at her, but he did as he was bidden, and his cock twitched at the sight. Sweetie Belle, mane wet and matted down, nearly covering her eyes, her natural curls limply bobbing against her neck in time with her panting breaths. Her eyes were fixed firmly on his length, her hoof growing shaky as it stroked up and down his still-damp coat, her body warm against his. A plump little belly, with big, chunky thighs clenched together, her tail flipped over her blank, pillowy flank. She looked up at him again, still shivering, though now Hondo knew it wasn’t entirely due to cold.

Her gasped as a tiny hoof finally made it’s move, and fell upon the base of his nearly-there erection. “I want this,” she whispered. “I want this, Papa. Please let me have you…”

“This ain’t right,” Hondo gasped, despite his hips rolling up into Sweetie’s touch as her soft, gentle frog slowly dragged up the mottled skin of his length. “I… I don’t…”

Sweetie Belle stopped her hoof, though she didn’t lift it from his length. “You don’t want me?”

“I…”

Hondo’s face flushed red. “Sweetie, I don’t want to hurt you…”

“It won’t hurt,” Sweetie Belle said. “I’m… I’m not totally, you know… A virgin and stuff. I’ve h-had… I’ve… I’ve borrowed Rarity’s t-toys before…”

Rarity grinned. “Oh, so that’s where they went. You know you could have just asked…”

“It was embarassing!” Sweetie Belle whined. “How was I supposed to know that you’re a total freakin’ perv?!”

“Language, Sweetie Belle,” Hondo said, gently.

“Ugh,” Sweetie Belle said. “Whatever. B-But anyways, I’m… I’m kinda prepared. Just… Never had anything real before. Or anything this huge…”

Her hoof dragged up Hondo’s cock again, driving a groan from the old stallion as the little filly’s well-groomed, clean hoof ran up his cock, the musky smell of male arousal filling the air. A brilliant, sugary sweet scent was in the air as well, most likely from Sweetie Belle, and this was mixed further with a soft, salacious scent of lavender that Hondo knew was from Rarity. He could have stopped them if he wanted to, even without hurting them. He could have told them at any time that he didn’t want this, that he expected better of his daughters, that just because they grew up in Ponyville didn’t mean that they had to do one another. But Hondo felt something inside of him tug at his heart. He didn’t want to tell them to stop. He wanted them as much as they wanted him.

But what would his wife, Cookie Crumble, think?

Hondo snorted. Well, last Father’s Day was Cookie approved. But this was different. This was his youngest daughter, not even a yearling, stroking his cock, kissing his chest, on the verge of begging him to fuck her. Rarity was old enough to make her own decisions, and courteous enough to at least ask her mother for her approval. Sweetie Belle probably avoided talking to her mother about it. And he couldn’t keep something like this a secret. It felt too good to hide. It felt too good to have Sweetie Belle licking his chest, holding him close, quaking against his body as her breaths became shorter and shorter, as the smell of her arousal got thicker and more pungent. He would get in trouble for this, no doubt. He just wasn’t sure how much trouble he would get into.

He glanced at Sweetie again, and it became clear. She didn’t merely want him. She needed him. And he couldn’t say no to a mare in need.

“Well,” he said, licking his dry lips. “Here’s the d-deal, you two.”

“Yes?” Rarity said, voice quiet and breathy.

“I’m game for this, but I just wanna be totally sure. You both want this?”

“Yes, Papa,” his daughters said in chorus.

“And I’m calling the shots, s-since it’s Father’s Day, right?”

“Yes, Papa,” they said again.

“After all,” Rarity said. “Today is your special day. What you’d like is what you’ll get.”

Hondo gazed at her. She was a different sort of beauty than Sweetie Belle. Here was a still young, but far more mature mare, the place where Cookie’s genes had gone. The body of a gymnast, flexible and sinewy, but with just enough fat to squeeze, particularly around her ass. This here wasn’t a desperate little filly, but a young mare who wanted it and knew just how to get it. Eyes lidded, she smiled  softly, not shaking wildly like her sister, but with a mild shiver of anticipation in every aroused move; tail already lifted, and hooves wrapped around his barrel. He had experienced her wonderous body before, but she was still as tantalizing and tempting as she was then. To others, she was an Element of Harmony. She was a mare of great importance. But here, she was just another filly, though that didn’t make her any less special. They said she was Generosity, and there was no doubt that in giving her body to him she was being incredibly generous. To let a fat, aging stallion plow her like a field in spring, and to let him enjoy her without a single bit of disgust, without a moment's hesitation… He didn’t deserve her, but she refused to believe that.

He smiled.

“Alright, well, here’s what I’d l-like, is for you, Rarity, to give Sweetie Belle a little lesson on pleasuring stallions.”

“Oh, that sounds delightful, Papa,” Rarity cooed, kissing Hondo’s cheek. “And I’m quite certain little Sweetie Belle has no objections to such an idea.”

“Nope!” Sweetie Belle squeaked, letting a bright, innocent smile cross her blushing face, as her hoof squeezed his cock’s tip, making him grunt and shudder. “It wouldn’t be the first lesson Rarity’s given me!”

“Why, Sweetie Belle!” Rarity said, gasping in mock shock, her own dainty hoof trailing down Hondo’s chest. “My previous lessons in the carnal arts haven’t  been demonstrated on a true living, breathing subject! A real, hot, throbbing cock is much, much different than any mere toy. It requires,” she said, her hoof stroking down Hondo’s belly, the tip of it just barely feathering against the heated skin of his length, “A more gentle, sensual touch, and an understanding that you are now pleasuring another pony.”

Hondo grunted, thrusting his hips upwards into the combined touch of both of his daughters. He was sick and tired of feeling dainty little teases. He looked down at Sweetie Belle, mouth open as he panted like a wild animal. Their eyes met again, and bashfulness returned to Sweetie Belle’s face, combined now with a shaky attempt at a sultry smile.

“Don’t worry, Papa,” Sweetie Belle said. “Me and Rarity are going to take care of you.”

“Sweetie, dear,” Rarity said, her tone slightly steeled from it’s previous airy lust, “This is a lesson. I expect you to address me properly.”


Sweetie Belle’s eyes shifted downward, and she bit her lip gently. “I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“Oooh,” Hondo groaned, rolling his hips around. “That’s hot…”

Rarity tutted, pushing Hondo’s hips against the ground. “Do refrain from commenting, Papa,” Rarity said. “As a dear friend of mine would say, you ain’t seen nuthin’ yet. Now, Miss Belle...”

“Y-Yes, Mistress?”

“I see you’re demonstrating a few techniques I showed you in previous lessons,” Rarity said. “The light, gentle touch, the occasional presses and squeezes, all very good. I think, however, you have teased this poor stallion enough. He needs your cute little lips wrapped around his big, throbbing cock right this instant.”

“B-But I shouldn’t give it to him right now, right, Mistress?”

Rarity gave her father an almost apologetic, but still teasing little smirk. “Absolutely right. You can’t just jump into a sexual act all gung-ho. You need to make the journey to orgasm a blissful one, for getting there is half the fun. Right now, every single nerve in Papa’s body is on edge.”

Rarity kissed Hondo’s neck, and he let out a small groan, shaking. “A little kiss here and there can send him into shivers.”

Her dainty tongue caressed down Hondo’s shoulder, and he let out a shuddering grunt. “A lick or two,” Rarity continued, “can make him desperate for more.”

Her snout nuzzled against Hondo’s side, and he shook with anticipation. “Remember that this is no mere rutting. The smallest nuzzle or the daintiest brush against him will be enough to remind him that this is making love. And you love your Papa, don’t you, Sweetie Belle?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Sweetie Belle said.

“Prove it. Begin your journey.”

Hondo glanced to Sweetie Belle’s side, and found himself captured in a kiss with her. His eyes widened ever so slightly at the surprise, but he found his foreleg around Sweetie Belle holding her closer, and they closed again as his older, more worn lips pressed against infinitely smaller, naughtier ones. He briefly wondered if Sweetie Belle had practiced kissing, too, and his suspicions were confirmed as Rarity clapped her hooves together. “Ooh, an excellent choice considering the stallion of the hour,” she said. “Now, remember, don’t rush it. Enjoy this. This is a stallion who has raised you from birth, after all. He needs your absolute best. Mmm, yes, caress those lips, dear. Wait for him to pull you closer, to beg for your tongue against his…”

Hondo couldn’t wait. With a passionate moan, he had parted his lips ever so slightly, and his big, rough tongue slid against Sweetie Belle’s small, sensitive one. The little filly gasped in surprise, but went with it, sloppily wrapping her tongue around his as Rarity let out a little chuckle. “Oh, Sweetie Belle,” she said. “You should have seen it coming. Now, don’t be afraid to get sloppy with it. It is, after all, an act of passion. Oh, those moans,” Rarity cooed. “It’s that good, isn’t it?”

Sweetie Belle broke the kiss for just a moment, panting, her tongue hanging from her mouth ever so slightly as she shook with glee and pleasure. Hondo smiled a bit, even as the bridge of saliva between their mouths fell and broke, gazing into Sweetie Belle’s lust-addled eyes and seeing the fire that burned behind them. “Yes, Mistress,” Sweetie Belle said. “It’s r-really sloppy. W-Way sloppier than your kisses, Mistress.”

Rarity giggled. “Oh, goodness, I have to try this. Miss Belle, tease down his body whilst I kiss Papa, alright?”

“Yes Mistress,” Sweetie Belle said, nuzzling into Hondo’s neck, as he turned his head to Rarity and met her lips with far more preparation than he had Sweetie Belle’s. These lips had been against his before, but clearly, Rarity had been practicing since last year. She was certainly all the better for it. Her lips were so full, so beautiful when pressed against his. This was the kind of kiss one would expect to see in a dime novel– sultry, salacious, delicious, and filled with passion, yet with refined, ladylike glee. He let out a little grunt as Sweetie Belle licked down his neck; then a little growl as she licked down his shoulders, and a sigh into Rarity’s lips as Sweetie planted cute, shy little smooches down his chest. The adorably reserved nature of her little kisses contrasted quite nicely with Rarity’s more damelike, romantic embrace. This time, though, he refrained from pushing his tongue forward into Rarity’s mouth, rather inviting Rarity to do the honors of initiating the Prench connection. Her tongue slipped into his mouth rather daintily as Sweetie Belle’s smaller, objectively more adorable organ gently lapped down his barrel. Her shaking hoof laid against his chest, as she nuzzled against his, admittedly, very plump belly. Hondo took said hoof in his, and gave it a supporting squeeze, in time with his other foreleg squeezing Rarity closer to him.

Rarity let out a little moan, swirling her tongue against his, giggling slightly as his moustache tickled her nose. She was retaining that ladylike air that Hondo was certainly enjoying, and his enjoyment of the moment piqued as Sweetie Belle’s inquisitive muzzle gently, slowly grazed against the side of his helpless, throbbing length. The musk was incredible now, pungent, most likely filling Sweetie Belle’s nose to the brim, and he could only groan against Rarity’s lips as Sweetie Belle pushed her nose against the base of his length, and took a deep whiff of his balls, and let out a pathetic little mewl.

“Oh gosh,” Sweetie Belle panted. “M-Mistress, it smells s-so musky…”

“Mmh,” Rarity mumbled, pulling away from Hondo’s lips halfheartedly so that she could speak more clearly. “That’s a good thing, Sweetie. That’s very good! It means Papa’s desperate for a good cocksucking, aren’t you, Papa?”

Hondo groaned. “Sh-She’s right, Sweetie. But I think she aughta help you out, huh? You’ve never sucked a real stallion before, after all…”

“Quite right,” Rarity said. “Give me a moment, Papa, and I’ll attend to that in a moment. Sweetie Belle?”

“Yes, Mistress?”

“Remember your lessons. Give him a good, long lick from base to tip to start.”

Sweetie Belle nodded, and did as she was bidden. Her adorable little tongue flicked out of her mouth and gently pressed against the base of Hondo’s cock, making the old stallion gasp and shiver. That sweet, adorable little organ was licking up his length at an agonizingly slow speed, memorizing the texture, tasting him deeply and intimately, as Rarity’s tongue traced down his cheek, and expertly trailed down his neck with little laps and licks. One tongue was going up, still going up, just then tracing past the medial ring, as another went down, teasing down his chest, down his barrel, against the bottom of his belly, where Rarity’s tongue withdrew and, like Sweetie Belle, she nuzzled against his belly. Hondo couldn’t help but thrust up ever so slightly into Sweetie Belle’s caress, making her squeak and sending a shiver down her spine. “A-Ah… H-He’s so eager, Mistress!”

“Delightful,” Rarity cooed, kissing the tip of Hondo’s cock, making him groan helplessly. “Now, you see those big, pump balls of his?”

Sweetie Belle looked down. “Oh gosh, th-they’re as big as a-apples, Mistress!”

“Ooh, look more like grapefruits to me,” Rarity giggled. “Papa must be so, so pent… He must have known something good was coming to him today.”

“Mmh… Leave enough for your Mama tonight, girls,” Hondo groaned.

“Oh, she’ll have more than enough,” Rarity said. “Don’t you worry, Papa. Just relax and let your little girls take care of you, hmm?”

“Wasn’t gonna stop ya,” Hondo said. “G-Go on…”

“Excellent. Now, Sweetie Belle, I trust you have some control over your magic now, yes?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Sweetie Belle said, her horn glowing ever so slightly. “You want me to c-c-caress his big, juicy balls, right?”

“Oh, better,” Rarity said, her own horn glowing a gentle blue. “Let me show you.”

Hondo grunted as blue magic grabbed his balls, lifting them ever so slightly. They hung loosely from his sheath, more than ready to be used, throbbing and pulsing with need, even blushing ever so slightly as the big, bulging brown orbs begged to be released. Rarity was right– he was rather pent. Older stallions like him didn’t really masturbate as they used to, and he knew that when it came time for lovemaking, he always had more than enough for hours upon end of fun and fucking. But in this situation, with two mares that those balls had made now worshipping his cock as if they were some kind of dick occultists, they swelled even further with desperate want and primal need. Suddenly, he felt the magic begin to course into his balls with the strangest of tingling sensations, as if Rarity had put a potato battery against them, electric energy coursing and zipping through his entire stiff cock. Sweetie Belle observed, and looked up a Rarity with a bashful smile.

“O-Oh my gosh,” Sweetie Belle said. “You’re using an electric spell?”

“A very weak one,” Rarity said. “I’m certain that despite your inexperience with using such spells, you can cast one, yes?”

“Yes,” Sweetie Belle said, her horn glowing, and Hondo arched his back as the charge in his balls started to make his mane stand on end, the sort of dangerous static that tended to grow when one was about to be struck by lightning. One sensitive testicle at a time was now being caressed and pulsed with magical care, and it was enough to make the old stallion growl, and paw at the ground uselessly with his hooves. The pressure was insurmountable, and it ringed in his head so much that he couldn’t hear Rarity as she gave further sexual instructions to her dear sister. Soon, though, it became clear what those orders were, as the two magical grasps on his balls were joined by two magical tongues tracing up and down his length.

“H-Holy fuck,” Hondo grunted, looking down, his cock so thick and throbbing he felt as if it was going to burst from his skin. It only grew more as he saw two pairs of eyes gaze back up at him, one still innocent but clearly aroused, and the other dame-ish and tantalizing. The tongue left his cock for just a moment as Rarity and Sweetie Belle pulled away from their oral administrations to his cock and began to share the moment in a kiss, eyes now closed, horns still glowing as the electricity in his balls intensified and combined with a groping, gripping sensation. “O-Oh shit, girls…”

Rarity giggled, pulling out of her kiss with Sweetie Belle and looking up into Hondo’s eyes again. “Cumming already?” she taunted, kissing the tip of his cock gently. “I thought you were made of sterner stuff.”

“C-Come on,” Hondo said, giving Rarity his own taunting glance, or at least trying his best as pleasure wracked his body wildly. “You think I-I’d just let it out when my cute little Sweetie h-hasn’t even shown off those blowjob skills of hers?”

“Then we shant delay,” Rarity said, nuzzling Sweetie Belle gently, and kissing the little filly’s ear, making her shudder. “Sweetie Belle, release your magic upon his balls. I shall personally take care of them while you work his shaft.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Sweetie Belle said, not wasting another second. Hondo groaned as her shivering, warm little tongue caressed up his cock, going up from the medial ring and stopping just underneath his half-flared cockhead. Meanwhile, Rarity’s tongue slathered him down, from the aforementioned ring to the base of his length, burying her nose against it to take a deep sniff of his musky, vanilla-sweet scent. Hondo laid his head back and closed his eyes, his length twitching lewdly against his belly, letting out a soft groan of satisfaction as two pairs of mouthes caressed his most intimate places with zeal, little ladylike moans and girlish mewls only making his cock that much harder, making his mind spin with sinful desires. Sweetie Belle’s mouth was locked around the tip of his cock now, forced wide open almost to capacity by the sheer girth of it, her little grunts as she bobbed against the head putting a stupefied smile on Hondo’s face. Rarity’s mouth, however, was really getting him going. Besides the magic still zipping through his balls, electric discharges zapping through his veins as if they were live wires, Rarity’s lips were locked around one testicle at a time, dainty tongue caressing and licking and lapping up as much pure sweat and musk as they could, only driving his swollen balls to further beg for release. Hondo dug his forehooves into the ground, gritting his teeth. As much as he wanted to blow right that second, to spew forth like Mount Veshoovius and fill Sweetie Belle’s tight little mouth with a hot, fertile load, he had to wait it out, for the best was yet to come.

Suddenly, Rarity’s tongue was poking places improper. She had gone from caressing his balls with her tongue to lapping down his taint, and, in a bold move, Rarity was now slathering her tongue around Hondo Flank’s supple, puckered tailhole. Hondo’s desperate gasps and grunts made her let out a mischievous little chuckle, and, as Sweetie Belle took several inches of his dick down into her mouth and renewed her bobbing on his cockhead, Rarity dug her tongue into Hondo’s ass, swirling it around and getting a good taste of a most forbidden hole. Hondo opened his mouth wide and let out a long, loud aaah, his tone wavering, uncertain, almost coltlike. “Wh-What the h-h-hell?...”

Rarity pulled out her tongue. “Did you like that?”

Hondo blushed, not daring to look down. “I… I dunno… Do it s’more, Rarity… Nnnh, Sweetie, c’mon, hon, get that in there!”

Sweetie Belle squeaked as Hondo put his hoof on her head, pushing it down so that a quarter of his dick was now buried in her mouth. A balance of power between the three was now firmly established. Hondo had control of Sweetie Belle, sweet, darling little Sweetie Belle, his hoof holding her head and guiding her up and down the top half of his cock, even pushing her down to the medial ring a few times just to hear her gag and pull her back again. And yet, Rarity had him, quite literally, by the balls, caressing them and squeezing them with magic as her tongue explored the previously unexplored depths of his ass, before quickly finding his prostate and pressing against it, driving moans, groans, and shivers forth from him. It was a strange sensation, but not at all unpleasant, warmth and wetness encasing his cock. The three of them were still somewhat damp from the river, their manes still down, but no longer were they shivering of cold and discomfort, and the mid-afternoon sun beat down upon them and warmed their already heated bodies further and sinful and sensual acts were exchanged between all three of them, with Hondo the center of attention. It felt right, in a way, the best of both worlds. He was helpless to somepony and somepony was helpless to him, pleasure thunderstorming through his body as a cute little filly swallowed down inch after inch of dick and a beautiful young mare ate out his ass. He had made these mares. They were his daughters, and at this very moment, this very special day, they lived to give him as much pleasure as they could.

Hondo looked down, opening his eyes again. Rarity’s head was nowhere to be seen, buried between his legs as it was, and even if she was higher up, licking and sucking on his balls with her tainted tongue, it would be hardly visible behind Sweetie Belle’s big, plushy rump, raised in the air, her tail waving lazily back and forth and flicking away the occasional dragonfly as she sucked happily on his cock, eyes closed. He let out a grunt, and she opened her eyes, looking up into his, and her bobs only grew more and more wanting as they maintained that contact. He could see the lust behind her eyes, yes, but the deep, unfathomable love behind them was visible, too, in the way that they glistened, in the little gulps she made as she swallowed down more, and more, and more of his dick. “G-Get as much as you can in there, Sweetie,” Hondo grunted. “Papa’s not sure how m-much longer he can hold out.”

Rarity pulled away from Hondo’s ass, letting out a little coo as she caught sight of Sweetie Belle’s pussy. Sweetie Belle let out a squeak, and, by the slick noises coming from her rear, and how Rarity’s glowing horn poked out from just behind her considerable butt, Hondo knew that Rarity was applying her tongue to other means as she squeezed and rolled his nuts around. He was close, so close, so very, dangerously close.

“Pull off, Sweetie,” Hondo grunted.

“Nmm-mmh,” Sweetie Belle mumbled around his dick, before she squeaked, eyes going wide as Rarity looked past her ass with a harsh, but still lusty, glare.

“Do as Papa says, Sweetie Belle,” Rarity said.

“Mmh…”

Sweetie Belle came off of Hondo’s cock with a pop, panting. “S-Sorry, Mistress.”

Rarity’s glare only hardened. “Do not disobey your superiors again. Get down beside me, I’m sure Papa wants to cum on your face,” she commanded, rolling on her side, sucking on one of Hondo’s nuts idly as Sweetie Belle slid down his body, lapping down his dick. Hondo spread his thighs wide to accommodate both his daughters, bucking his hips rhythmically, humping the air as they sucked his balls simultaneously, a magic grip on his dick.

“Nnh, yeah,” Hondo grunted. “Ohhh fuck, Papa’s gonna cover those cute little faces, girls, g-get ready…”

They pulled off his cock, looking up at him with sweet eyes, mouths open, tongues out, Sweetie Belle’s face still somehow innocent, and Rarity’s gaze sultry and demanding. “Ready,” they both said, voices quite, at the same time. That sight, that sound, that feeling of electrical energy blasting in his stiff cock, it was all too much, and Hondo let his forehooves relax against the sandy riverbank as he let himself go, and came.

He would remember it as one of the best orgasms he ever had. His cockhead flared, his body tensed, and a thick, white rope of jizzum spewed forth. Rarity had slightly skewed his cock towards Sweetie Belle, and his first powerful blast of cum caught the little filly off guard, making her squeak in surprise as it nearly hit her in the eye, forcing it shut into a lewd little wink as the second blast plastered against her horn and dribbled down her face. Sweetie Belle used her hoof to push his cock back towards Rarity, and the older mare merely giggled, closing her eyes and lifting her chin just so as cum splattered against her eyelids and drizzled down past her cheeks. Hondo wished that he could have gotten a picture of it. Two beautiful fillies, the jewels of his own seed, mouths open, tongues lazily rolling up and down as orgasm shot through his spine, as powerful sensations made his skin tingle. They pressed their tongues against the base of his cock, and his cum spewed forth still as they licked up his violently spasming cock, before they reached the tip, cheek to cheek, letting his cum splatter between both of their lips. Rarity took the head in her mouth for one of the last big shots, and Sweetie Belle took it for the next, drinking down the last few weak dribbles of semen, though even that was enough to make the warm, sticky stuff slowly dribble down his dick. Hondo let out a sigh, stroking both of their manes, eyes half lidded as he came down, as afterglow filled his bones.

“Now that is a Father’s Day present,” he chuckled.

Rarity swallowed down her load, while Sweetie Belle still held it in her mouth, cheeks bulging with the stuff as she swallowed it bit by bit. “Oh, this is just the beginning, Father,” Rarity said. “Isn’t it, dear Sweetie Belle?”

Sweetie Belle gulped down the rest of Hondo’s cum, sighing, smacking her lips at the taste, clearly satisfied. “Y-Yes, Mistress,” she said. “I w-wanna get fucked for the first time e-ever today!”

“That can be arranged,” Rarity said. “Let’s clean ourselves a little bit, first, and let Papa recover.”

“Hey,” Hondo said. “I’m not that old! I’ll be fine with doin’ it right now…”

“No rush,” Rarity said, putting her hoof on his belly and giving him a smirk. “Besides, as ready as you may be, your cock is far from it.”

Hondo grunted. Indeed, despite his eagerness for more, all his length could do was remain out of his sheath, soft and pliable, flopped against his belly and still dribbling with milky remnants of his explosive orgasm. “I wanna make you two feel good too, ya know.”

“Relax, Papa,” Rarity said. “Today is all about you.”

Hondo Flanks lifted up his hoof, but any further protest died in his throat. They were right. He did need a moment to recover. He gave both of his girls a solid squeeze around the waist, a small gesture of affection that they returned before breaking away from his embrace and heading for the river. Hondo got up on his elbows and watched them, smiling as the began to splash water on their faces, his eyes trailing over their rumps, now able to give them a more thorough inspection.

Hondo had seen many rears. When you play linebacker for Oatland Raiders for eight years and become one of the most feared faces in the entire sport of hoofball, one tends to inadvertently become a bit of a gentlecolt. But these two glorious rear ends were amongst the best that he had ever seen, truly the products of their mother. Rarity’s buttocks were athletic, but they weren’t as firm as one would expect. They were flush, somewhat round, flowing down into powerful thighs and into hourglass hips, dangerous weapons that some earth ponies would be jealous to have. They looked just firm enough to get a good hold onto, but just soft enough that your hooves would just dig into it, that you could give it a good smack and just watch it jiggle. And Sweetie Belle’s flank… He knew he had been singing it’s praises before, but here, now that he could see just how big and round and plump it was, Hondo couldn’t help but keep crooning in his mind about it. So round, so big, so gloriously thick it was that he just wanted to squeeze it, to knead into those little flanks, to hear her squeak and giggle and moan, to feel her shake against his body as he held her close, to smell her bashful, embarrassed arousal. It stunned him to see that despite how sexual and naughty she could be, Sweetie Belle somehow still managed to be such an innocent, loving little filly. She was sugar and spice, and everything nice, a somewhat headstrong but adorable little thing, who, even as her flank swung from side to side and her tail was raised in the air, would still be genuinely shy about such behavior, whose life wasn’t defined by lewd encounters and instead by wonder, and experimentation, and just having this zeal, this passion for life that so many adults failed to have.

Hondo sighed. He still wasn’t sure how Cookie would take this. He would have to tell her. He wouldn’t be able to keep it a secret from her, anyways. Keeping secrets would just rip them apart, because Hondo wasn’t very good at keeping them, for better or for worse. Worse still, he couldn’t let Sweetie Belle tell her, because then Cookie would make assumptions about what went down, about how Hondo acted, and it would confuse the whole issue. He needed to own up to her. To be a stallion about it. And yet, Hondo couldn’t help but dread it. Rarity was fine, because she had approached her mother about it, and despite the obvious taboo, Cookie said “Yeah, absolutely, just don’t get yourself pregnant, because you don’t need that in your life right now.” But Hondo could hardly see Sweetie Belle approaching her mother one day, cute and lovely and innocent as could be, and telling her that, for this Father’s Day, she wanted Papa to fuck her like the little slut she truly was.

Maybe not put that way, but the principle was about the same.

Just how much did Cookie Crumble know, anyways? Did she know about Sweetie Belle’s lessons with Rarity, the source of their little power play? Was she aware of Sweetie’s toy-pinching? She certainly knew about Rarity’s little perversion that happened last year, hell, she supported it, but would she support this? This was more than taboo. This was downright against the law, that’s what it was. Sweetie Belle had had her first heat and all, but she was still a filly. Just how much was he risking here?

Was it worth it?

Hondo looked over at his girls again. Their faces were long washed, but they still splashed at one another, laughing and giggling, frolicing lightly on their way back to the shore. They were beautiful, they were wonderful, they had nothing but love and compassion for their old dad. This was most certainly worth the risk, he figured, for this was more than a mere rutting on the riverbank. This was the love between fathers and daughters, perverted by lust but still legitimate, still pure, still everything a father would want, and now, somehow, even more. He wanted them, yes, but they wanted him too. No emotions were manipulated, no feelings created by design. They were still normal family that made love to one another because they truly, honestly did love one another, and that even in their most lust-addled moments, they still deeply cared for and enjoyed each other. Cookie would understand that. Hell, Cookie did understand that. And ultimately, Hondo felt, that was what was most important.

Sweetie Belle nudged Rarity, who lowered her head as the younger mare whispered in her ear. That salacious, sexy smirk crossed Rarity’s face again, and she turned her head and bumped noses with her little sister. Hondo rose to his hooves, curious, his length still hanging loosely from his sheath, head tilted as he watched them nuzzle one another’s cheeks. Suddenly, shaking, Sweetie Belle pressed her lips against Rarity’s, and Hondo felt his length twitch as Rarity pushed forward, pressing Sweetie Belle on her back as they continued their little embrace, humming against one another’s lips.

They separated for just a moment. “M-Mistress?” Sweetie Belle said. “Is Papa ready again?”

“Almost,” Rarity said, licking Sweetie Belle’s cheek, half-lidded eyes looking right into Hondo’s. He felt his length slap against his corpulent belly, and the wet-seeming sound it made, still damp from the glorious blowjob mere minutes earlier, made both of his daughters let out an anticipatory moan. “We should put on a show for him, though. Would you like that, Papa?”

“I’d love that,” Hondo said, licking his lips, approaching his daughters ever so slowly, his cock slapping against his belly again as he hummed in anticipation.

Rarity leaned down and took Sweetie Belle’s ear in her mouth, sucking on the tip of it, and as Sweetie’s embarrassed giggles reached a fever pitch, she bared her teeth and ground them against it’s very tip, making Sweetie squeal and shudder. Her hooves pushed at Rarity’s chest as the elder sister kissed her way down her ear, but they relaxed and let her lean down as Rarity’s lips caressed against Sweetie’s cheek, and fell away completely as their lips locked again. They were now chest to chest, their horns occasionally tapping together, a tiny, blue-green spark of magic sparking from the contact that made the both of them let out a little gasp. Hondo slowly trotted around the two mares, only a few feet away, but those few feet feeling like miles. With Rarity’s read in the air, and Sweetie Belle’s thighs spread wide, he was able to get an excellent view of their most private of places, and oh, what a sweet view it was.

He had seen Rarity’s before. The lips were parted ever so slightly, the pink flesh within glistening with a wet sheen of arousal, her clit fully exposed and occasionally giving him an anticipatory wink every so often. Yet, despite her obvious knowledge and experience, Rarity’s mare lips were hardly stretched nor swollen. They were gently parted, flushed, pinkish, clearly young but slightly matured, and as Rarity shifted her hips back and forth, Hondo’s eyes followed, the movement not unlike that of an enraptured cobra. Rarity was a temptress, and with every single movement, with every single tantalizing wink, with every single moan and grunt as her tongue intertwined with Sweetie Belle’s again, Hondo couldn’t help but let his cock twitch.

And yet, with only a glance downwards, an even more poisonous sight awaited him. Sweetie Belle’s little cootch was puffy, blushing as brightly as her face did, almost sticking out from her crotch in such a way that anything she put on that was tighter than sweatpants would reveal a cameltoe most unintended, but certainly most tempting. The lips were barely even parted, and still throbbed, clenching together every so often as if pulling in an invisible stallionhood. But the most lovely part of Sweetie Belle’s still-virginal anatomy was her clit. It was as big around as a good button, thick, juicy, almost glowing bright, hot pink, and it winked so rapidly Hondo was certain that if he were to blink he would miss one or two. Her filly juices almost poured from her tight little pussy lips, and dribbled down her rear in thick, syrupy rivulets, pooling underneath her immense, plushy rear, begging to be licked up, to be touched, to be fulfilled.

Hondo’s cock slapped against his belly again, and the moans from the making-out mares in front of him only drove his shaking hooves forward in step after cautious step. This was a show, indeed, the private kind, the kind where the price of admission was love, trust, and pure, bestial desire, and it was worth all of that and more to see. But Hondo felt that the one thing missing here was audience participation, and thus, he nuzzled against Rarity’s cutie mark and kissed her pert little rear. She gasped in surprise, breaking her sloppy kiss with Sweetie Belle, looking back at Hondo with an open-mouthed smile.

“Papa, you know it’s rude to interrupt.”

“Oh, don’t mind me,” Hondo said, licking down Rarity’s rear, his tongue trailing down her thigh. “I just figured that if today is my day, I aughta have a hoof in what goes on here. So how about I handle stuff back here while you two keep playing up there?”

“Ooh,” Rarity said, shivering, lifting her hoof and kicking it gently as Hondo’s tongue played against the back of her knee. “A-All right, you beast! But start with little Sweetie, she’s such a delicacy.”

Hondo smiled, looking past Rarity’s rear and down at Sweetie Belle. The little mare had covered her mouth with both hooves, looking back at him with wide, bashful eyes. “That alright with ya, Sweetie?”

“Y-Yes, Papa,” Sweetie Belle mumbled, rolling her hips up and wrapping her forehooves around Rarity’s neck. “P-Please eat me out first, Papa…”

Hondo Flanks smiled at Sweetie Belle lovingly, giving her a nod before finishing his teasing lick down Rarity’s leg, and starting a new one down Sweetie Belle’s thigh. The temptation to just dive in and eat her all up was just too much, especially as the sweet, sugary scent of that puffy, marshmallow-esque pussy filled Hondo’s nostrils more and more as his tongue dragged him closer, and closer, but Hondo kept steadfast, his licks around Sweetie Belle’s plushy butt only making her breath faster, and faster, hyperventilating with sheer arousal as he dragged his tongue around where her thigh met her delicious, sweet little pussy. Hondo licked back down, chuckling, his own hooves trembling. He leaned down so that his broad chest touched the ground, and planted a little kiss on Sweetie Belle’s eager little pussy lips.

It was too much for her. All the teasing, all the playing, all the anticipation. Hondo should have been expecting it, but he was still caught off guard when Sweetie Belle squealed into Rarity’s mouth, arched her back, and came explosively, a thin, messy stream of marecum spewing from her pussy and instantly splattering against Hondo’s face. It took him a few seconds to process exactly what was happening, and he only pieced it together when he licked his lips, and tasted the sugary sweet filly cum that was still coming out in a constant stream and dripping down his chin, matting down his moustache. Hondo chuckled, almost sinisterly, and leaned his head forward, locking his lips around Sweetie Belle’s young ones, his mouth filling almost instantly with her liquid excitement as he dug his tongue into her and, finally, ate her out without abandon. There was just a hint of peaches in the taste of Sweetie Belle’s soft, sweet pussy lips, and the endless squeaks and squeals and near-screams that every long, dragging lick and deeply-digging lap generated from Sweetie Belle only pushed Hondo to lick more, and more, and more. Her clit winked with bewildering speed. It kissed his nose over and over, dotting wet little spots of excitement there, filling his mind with her almost sickeningly sweet scent.

Hondo looked up and greeted Sweetie Belle’s breathless face and erratic mane with smiling eyes. He gave her clit a little kiss, and licked down her tender cunny lips, closing his eyes as Sweetie Belle moaned once more, nearing her second orgasm in less than a minute. But he licked further still. His tongue passed her taint, forcing a confused little whimper from Sweetie Belle, one that melded into a gasp of understanding as Hondo’s tongue played around Sweetie Belle’s cute little anus.

“D-Daddy!” she gasped. “What are you–”

“Hush, Sweetie,” Rarity said. “When you gave Papa permission to eat you out, you didn’t say he couldn’t eat all of you out, did you?”

“N-No Mistress,” Sweetie Belle whispered, pecking Rarity’s lips. “I w-wasn’t protesting, I… I want...”

“Yes?”

Sweetie Belle turned as red as ever. “I want Papa to eat out m-my butt.”

“Papa’s happy to oblige,” Hondo said, and before any more words could be said, he slipped the very tip of his tongue into Sweetie Belle’s tiny, puckered rosebud. She let out a squeak, covering her face again, her rear hole so tight Hondo couldn’t even get a quarter of his tongue into her. He grunted, reluctantly settling for what he had, not wanting to push an alien feeling too far for his darling little Sweetie Belle. He swirled his tongue around her rear, his nose now drenched in her juices, buried as it was in her sweet little cootch as he tongued around in her other hole.

“I-It feels weird, Papa,” Sweetie Belle moaned, rolling her hips up. “B-But don’t stop! D-Don’t stop, it’s g-good weird…”

“Quiet, Sweetie Belle,” Rarity said, locking lips with her young charge. Hondo felt something drip upon his horn, and with a quick glance upwards, he saw Rarity’s pussy lips clenching, bright pink and ready for action, her breathing desperate with every short separation from Sweetie Belle’s kiss, before she dove back in for more. Rarity was silently begging him to hurry up, to give her some attention, a typical sibling conflict arising ever so subtly in the throes of lustful lovemaking. Preoccupied as Hondo was with Sweetie Belle’s ass, he closed his eyes, and began tweaking Rarity’s clit back and forth with gentle, brush-like strokes of magic, creating a work of gasps, moans and hums against lips, Rarity;s hips rocking back and forth, and Sweetie Belle’s hips rocking up and down, desperate for more tonguing. Hondo obliged his youngest daughter, digging his tongue into her ass as deep as it could go, tasting it for all it was worth. While it didn’t have the sweetness of her pussy, Sweetie Belle’s ass had a distinct, tart flavor all of it’s own that made Hondo’s tongue tingle and his cock throb violently. He went at her like an anteater, digging in deeply, driving her closer and closer, her clit winking at nearly-light speed as another orgasm mounted.

Rarity pulled away from Sweetie Belle’s lips. “Mmmh, yes, Papa, make her cum again…”

Hondo didn’t need to be ordered to do so, but he did it anyways. He tugged his tongue out of Sweetie Belle’s clenching ass, and, gentle as he could, he took Sweetie Belle’s clit in between his teeth and ground them against the sensitive little button. Another shaking, another loud, squeaky groan of satisfaction, another jet of cum splashing against his chin. Mission accomplished, but the war was far from over, and when Hondo opened his eyes and looked up at the marehood whose clit he was fiddling with magically, he knew his next mission loomed just over the horizon. He had his taste of the new flavor, but now it was time to sample one of his favorites.

Hondo let out a grunt as he rose up to his hooves again, his magical touch on Rarity disappearing, the mare letting out a short sigh of disappointment, but flicking up her tail for him all the same. Even as Sweetie Belle’s cum pooled between his forelegs, and as the filly shook and shivered and thrashed underneath her sister and teacher, Hondo Flanks was nuzzling at Rarity’s rear, his tireless tongue lapping down her thigh, making her shiver. Sweetie Belle had tasted so sweet, so young, so nice and sugary, but Rarity’s taste was far different, the sweat on her flanks mixed with riverwater more an aged ale than a fruit punch. A different flavor, more adult, more mature, but just as lovely, and although Hondo’s cock begged to be buried in somepony right now, he knew he just had to try this second variety.

Sweetie Belle was a panting, sweaty, still-aroused mess of a filly, but she had the presence of mind to raise her head and watch Rarity’s face, pecking her lips. “I think Papa wants to eat you out too, Mistress,” she whispered.

Rarity gave a gasp of mock shock, scrunching up her nose. “What? With that tongue? Soiled with your juices and tainted by whatever in Equestria was in you asaaaaaahhhn!”

Hondo didn’t want to waste time with speech. He jammed his tongue into Rarity’s waiting cunny lips and lapped at her like a hungry dog, his rough, thick tongue sliding around her soft, pliable pussy, a familiar but not at all unwelcome taste coating his lips and falling liberally on her tongue. It was indeed like a fine wine, slightly sour, slightly grape, a little bit like white wine in terms of it’s taste, with a small, sweet aftertaste that hung around in Hondo’s mouth after he had swallowed down more of her arousal. Suddenly, Rarity’s rear began descending, and Hondo was forced to descend with it, his back bending down to keep up. His girls were kissing once again. He could hear their lips smacking together, their pleased little moans into each other’s mouths, those moans escalating into squeals as their puffy pussies made the slightest bit of contact. Hondo found that while his mouth was occupied with Rarity’s delicious cunt, his chin would drag against Sweetie Belle’s sensitive lips, and there wasn’t a doubt in his mind what was happening. Rapidly winking, thick, juicy little button was bumping and grinding against a somehow smaller, but more mature one, and Hondo saw a golden opportunity in front of him. He pulled his tongue from Rarity, and began lapping at the tribbing clits in front of him, still doglike in his liberal application of his tongue. Rarity’s ladylike grunts and moans mixed deliciously with Sweetie Belle’s desperate pants and mewls, and their hips shifted closer to one another, Sweetie Belle’s going up, and Rarity’s going down.

“Mmm, that’s awesome, girls,” Hondo chuckled.

Rarity giggled. “It’s all f-for you, Papa, mmmh… Sweetie, remember, move with my hips, not against them…”

“Yes, Mistress,” Sweetie Belle said, her voice still quiet and breathless, and the scene before Hondo’s eyes only grew more salacious. The sister’s grinding and pushing now had even more motion, both of their rears rotating slowly as they pushed their delectable buttons against one another, panting, moaning, squeaking, Sweetie Belle’s face buried in Rarity’s chest as the older mare closed her eyes and focused on her moving hips. Hondo found his head rotating along with their movements, and soon he found the rhythm to their gyrations. He stuck out his tongue once again, and licked up their clits, past Rarity’s delicious pussy, and over the cheeks of her glorious ass, lapping up and down, up and down, soft butt flesh jiggling as his tongue dragged across it, as Rarity’s legs nearly gave out underneath her.

“P-Papa,” Rarity breathed.

“Mmhmm?” Hondo said, his tongue still hanging from his mouth.

“E-Eat my ass, please,” Rarity moaned. “I… I need that dirty, soiled tongue in my ass right this minute. P-Please, Papa…”

Hondo chuckled. “So you want me to return the favor, huh? Guess Mistress is a bit of a butt slut, huh, Sweetie Belle?”

“Y-Yes, Papa,” Sweetie Belle said. “She l-loves rimming… Almost every session w-we have, there’s a r-rimjob exercise…”

“Sweetie Belle, please!” Rarity said, pushing her hips down roughly, forcing Sweetie’s ass to the ground and grinding harshly against the smaller mare’s clit.

“Aaahn! S-Sorry, Mistress!” she said. “Nnnhaa! I’m sorry!”

“You’re sorry what?”

“I’m s-s-sorry I s-s-spoke out of t-t-t-t-turnnnnn…”

“Good girl,” Rarity said, glancing back at Hondo, who couldn’t help but notice the grin on his face. They really did put on a really, really fantastic show, if his throbbing cock and swelling balls were any indication. At that very moment, Hondo decided that he was the luckiest father in the world, to have two beautiful daughters, who did these sorts of beautiful things together. It was the least he could do to participate, to assert his place on the totem pole.

“Rarity?”

Rarity grunted, shifting her hips against Sweetie Belle’s. “Yes, P-Papa?”

He grabbed her asscheeks, spread them apart, and gave her a long, languid lick from the very bottom of her pussy all the way up to her ass. She moaned, lifting her hips from Sweetie Belle’s for just a moment, Hondo’s magic glowing as he played with her button again. This time, his strokes came at an angle, and lingered for a moment over her button, causing it to tilt ever so slightly one way or another as, again and again, he stroked his oldest daughter’s sensitive little spot.

“What Sweetie said was right, wasn’t it?”

Rarity moaned. “Nnhaah… Y-Yes, Papa, I s-suppose it was…”

He grinned. “Shall I take this ass, then?”

“Yes please, Papa…”

Hondo didn’t dare hesitate. He dove down and slammed his tongue into Rarity’s asshole without mercy, her back arching and her head tilted to the sky as she let out a long, loud moan, smushing her clit even harder against Sweetie Belle’s as the two sisters rocked their hips back and forth together, both pairs of mare lips clenching at invisible stallions as they thrusted against one another’s wetness. Hondo swirled his tongue around Rarity’s asshole, his lips spread over her rosebud, slathering spit around her behind and getting a good, thorough taste of it. It was the peculiar bitterness of licorice, with a hint of lilac and a touch of sugar, such a decadent taste that Hondo kept jamming his tongue deep into Rarity’s hole, searching for more, and more. The rings of her anus clenched around his tongue as the mare in question thrashed her head from side to side, whimpering and whinnying slightly under her breath, her desperate moans and groans mixing with Sweetie Belle’s squeaks and shivers.

Good Goddess, she tasted wonderful. Every part of her tasted wonderful. Hondo almost felt as if by eating out Sweetie Belle first, he had eaten dessert before dinner. And yet, the two-course spread for him there was hardly spoiled, and his appreciation for the meal had only grown, one entree gently coated in a delicious sauce that he couldn’t help but dive down to lick every now and again, and the other one accompanied by the sweet music of panting, moaning mare, with the filly beneath he squealing as, once again, she came. Hondo licked down from Rarity’s ass and lapped at their still-mushed together clits, chuckling as Sweetie Belle’s filly juices once again splashed on his chin.

“Does she always cum this often?”

Rarity moaned. “Y-Yes, Papa, nnnh, oh Goddess, Papa…”

Hondo grinned. “You gettin’ close too?”

“Yes, Papa…”

Hondo nuzzled against their combined buttons, then, digging his hooves into Rarity’s flank, he pulled her ass away from Sweetie Belle’s, their clits separating with a delicious little wet snap. Rarity gasped as she was pulled off of her still-orgasming little sister, pulled back onto Hondo’s face, his snout firmly planted against her pussy as he licked her aggressively. The time for tasting and licking was over. He was now licking and lapping and sucking and kissing and doing all sorts of things to Rarity downstairs, trying to make her mind spin, trying to make her back tingle with the same glorious pleasure that she had sent to his earlier. He knew it was working. Her thrashing, her panting. her desperate moans… they were all signs, glorious, lovely signs that she was very, very close, very, very wanting. Hondo grunted, realizing that his cock was trapped between Rarity’s chest and his own blubbery belly, and he started to grind it against her, no longer ignoring his own desperate needs, surely enhancing the experience for her. For as much of a diva Rarity was, for as much as she loved to dominate and control, Hondo knew that the only thing that felt better to her was to lose that control, to be under somepony’s iron hoof, to be somepony’s bitch. His tongue was a licking maelstrom, and his masculine grunts made Rarity moan, made her tunnel clench around his tongue, made her clit start to wink faster, and faster.

“Papa!” Rarity cried. “Oooh… P-Papa, please…”

Hondo pulled away from Rarity’s pussy for just a moment, slapping her ass, making her squeak. “Who’s Papa’s little buttslut?”

“M-Me!” Rarity cried. “I-I am! P-Please, Papa, m-make me cum, please!”

Hondo chuckled. “How badly do you need Papa?”


“This much!” Rarity screamed, jamming her hips back against Hondo’s mouth, her clit pushing against his lower lip, and, with a shudder and a spine-tingling squeal, Rarity finally let herself go. Delicious, lilac-flavored marecum filled Hondo’s mouth, his eyes wide with surprise, his hooves still on her flank as he instinctively dug his tongue into her orgasming cootch and got an even stronger taste of her delicious squirt, sucking it down not like a fine wine, but like a keg at a party. Rarity’s moans and shivers were suddenly muffled, mixed with Sweetie Belle’s submissive little mewls, and Hondo wished that his view of the certainly glorious scene that was right in front of him wasn’t eclipsed by Rarity’s glorious rear. However, he wasn’t complaining that it was there, and he dug his hooves into her big, pert ass, kneading into it as he lapped and licked at her wavering orgasm, her knees still shaking and her body still trembling with absolutely incredible pleasure. Hondo groaned, grinding his cock up against Rarity’s shaking chest as she took in deep, wavering breaths through her nose, her tongue most certainly occupied with Sweetie Belle’s if the noises of sloppy kissing were any indication. With a grunt, he pulled away from Rarity’s pussy, licking his lips, and patted her ass as he pushed it off of him.

“Damn,” Hondo said, chuckling under his breath. “You could have been more polite about it…”

“I’m so s-sorry, Papa,” Rarity said. “I got excited…”

Hondo laughed. “Hey, it’s okay, Rarity.”

“B-But… Papa… Father,” Rarity cooed, panting. “What about you? I should b-be more considerate to you, considering why we’re doing this in the first place…”

Hondo chuckled. “Hey, don’t beat yourself up, Rarity,  I got plenty out of that. And Sweetie Belle did too, didn’t ya, Sweetie?”

“Uh huh,” Sweetie Belle breathed. “P-Papa, that was so f-freaking amazing…”

Hondo smiled. “You’re not tired, Sweetie? You came like three times…”

“N-No!” Sweetie Belle said. “Oh, no, I’m f-fine! Usually Rarity makes me cum like t-twelve times or so before I’m too tired and sore and stuff to keep going.”

“She’s a trooper,” Rarity said, stroking Sweetie Belle’s mane, leaning in to stage-whisper in her ear. “Also, you didn’t call me Mistress.”

Sweetie Belle averted her eyes, but was unable to extinguish the brightness and excitement behind them. “I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“I’ll let it slide this time,” Rarity said. “But only because I’m certain that you’re very excited to give Papa the biggest part of our gift, hmm?”

Sweetie Belle nodded, blushing lightly. “Yes, Mistress…”

“Then let’s not waste any time,” Rarity said, standing on her hooves and getting off of Hondo entirely, the breeze passing over his length and making him moan softly. As Rarity stepped off of him, he sat up on his haunches, watching her hips sashay away only a few feet before she turned back around to nuzzle his neck. He felt another muzzle against his thigh, and looked down to see Sweetie Belle’s eyes on the prize, her mouth turned into a concerned little frown, despite the excitement and arousal in her eyes. He reached a hoof forward and stroked her still-damp mane, and her eyes shifted from his cock to his face.

“Ya nervous, Sweetie?”

“N-No,” Sweetie Belle said, before averting her eyes. “I… I’m ready for this. I want it really, really b-bad. Rarity’s been teaching me and everything and… And I guess…”

Hondo smiled, and Rarity turned once again and gave Sweetie Belle a nuzzle.

“Everyone’s nervous the first time, Sweetie,” Rarity said. “Even if they’re as well-prepared, loving, kind, and sexy as you are.”

“I’m not nervous!” Sweetie Belle protested. J-Just, you know, Papa, what if you put it in and it hurts real bad and won’t stop? Or wh-what if you put it in and it feels amazing and I can’t stop cumming, and I end up conking out? Or what if you put it in and it’s too tight and I hurt you? What if we hurt each other? What if–”

“Shhh,” Hondo said, pulling Sweetie Belle up into a hug. “Hey, Sweetie, it’s okay.”

Sweetie Belle sniffled, nuzzling against Hondo’s chest. “B-But Papa, I… What if I make a mistake? What if I do s-something wrong?”

Hondo smiled. “Then we laugh a bit and keep going, Sweetie. See, making love is less about doing it perfectly and doing it well and more about being able to enjoy somepony in the most im-tah-mate way possible.”

“Intimate,” Rarity whispered in Hondo’s ear.

“Hush,” he whispered back, Squeezing Sweetie Belle around her middle, and looking in her eyes. “Ya see, Sweetie, to me, a perfectly done rutting just… It doesn’t ring true, ya know? Mistakes are what make ponies ponies. The way that we respond to them and the way that we use them to our advantage is what defines who you are. There’s a bajillion gazillion ponies rutting out there at any given second, and I’ll tell ya what, they’re probably all making at least one mistake. But if they truly, honestly care for one another, even in the slightest, even in the most casual of relationships, they’ll keep going through it. Because it’s not about the sex, Sweetie, as good as that is,” he said, stroking her cheek. “It’s about you. And I love both of you, and I really, really want to do this with you two, because you both mean the world to me, and I’ll do anything I can to make my girls happy.”

Sweetie Belle looked up at her father, tears in her eyes, and Hondo stared right back and saw more love and affection than he could have ever dreamed of getting. “Oh, Papa…”

Sweetie Belle’s sniffles collapsed into high-pitched, whining sobs. She wrapped her hooves around Hondo’s neck, hugging him closely, as Rarity did the same at his side. He could feel the wetness of happy tears against his chest and neck as his daughters held him close, squeezed him hard, forgot all about lovemaking for a moment and just gave him a big old-fashioned hug. He returned the affection with gusto, leaning into Rarity’s embrace and squeezing around Sweetie Belle’s middle.

“I l-love you, Papa,” Sweetie Belle said.

“Me too,” Rarity cooed, her voice quiet, solemn.

“And I love ya both,” Hondo said, squeezing them.

He wasn’t sure how long the hug lasted. He didn’t really care. He knew, at that moment, that he had it real good. Two loving, beautiful daughters. A wonderful, caring wife. A good town to live in and raise his girls in. A glorious river that babbled behind him, teeming with fish in the midst of it’s cool, gentle waters. A thousand and one glorious memories from a life well lived, from a cutie mark well fulfilled, from a family well-raised even despite the occasional kinks and oddities. They loved him, not because he had twisted his way into their hearts, and corrupted their minds with lustful thoughts, but because they truly cared for him, they truly wanted to give him themselves. They saw him as a sexual thing, yes, but it ran deeper than that. It ran to the core of his very soul, and spoke to his heart and made it flutter with pride and desire, with fulfillment and happiness that was normally intangible. Whatever happened next, whatever mistakes were made, Hondo Flanks knew that it couldn’t rip that away, that it couldn’t destroy that deep connection that he felt at that very moment.

They pulled away from one another, still teary eyed. Hondo wiped his face with the back of his hoof, and kissed the tip of Sweetie Belle’s horn, making her squeak and giggle.

“Happy Father’s Day, Father,” Rarity said, nuzzling his cheek. “Would you like your present now?”

Hondo nodded. “I’d love it. You good, Sweetie?”

Sweetie Belle sniffled, then snorted, wiping her nose. “Yes, P-Papa… I w-wanna give you your present…”

Rarity smiled, the sultryness returning, pecking her sister on the cheek. “Come with me,” she whispered, trotting a couple of paces, laying down on her belly, legs spread to either side in a split that raised her rump slightly. Sweetie Belle blushed gently, sneaking in one last small kiss on Hondo’s lips before separating completely from him, approaching Rarity from behind. Their tails raised together in tandem, Sweetie Belle’s shaky and bashful, and Rarity’s flicking slyly from side to side. The tantalizing sight was made even better by Sweetie Belle’s hooves pushing into Rarity’s flanks, the smaller mare squeezing her sister’s rump gently, making her sigh with anticipation.

“L-Like we practiced, yes, Mistress?” Sweetie Belle said shakily.

“Exactly,” Rarity said. ‘Hop up now, Papa’s waiting on you, aren’t you, Papa?”

Hondo chuckled, rolling onto his hooves and standing, his cock slapping against his belly once more. “Yep. Go on, Sweetie. Get on Rarity’s back.”

Sweetie Belle’s blush grew once again. She dug her hooves into Rarity’s flank, and started to try and pull herself up onto her older sister’s back. She grunted with exertion, her lower left hoof trying to gain a hold on Rarity’s hock, slipping off a few times, making Rarity giggle and let out little huffs of her own, her legs shaking under Sweetie Belle’s weight. It occurred to Hondo that, as low as Rarity had gone, Sweetie Belle was shivering so much with anticipation that she could barely move her hooves. Her clit was winking rapidly once again, ready for even more play already, teasing him.

“Ya need a hoof, Sweetie?” he said, smiling, approaching her slowly, cock swinging from side to side underneath him as he rolled his hips with every step.

“I’ve got it!” Sweetie Belle said, blushing harder.

Rarity grunted as Sweetie Belle inadvertently kicked her back cannon, almost making her leg give out. “I d-don’t mean to rush you, but get it faster, dear,” she said.

“S-S-Sorry, Mistress!” Sweetie Belle said, face red with bashfulness, groaning as she tried, time and time again, to mount upon her sister. Hondo chuckled, stepping closer, tapping Sweetie Belle on her plushy rear with a forehoof, making her blush deepen into a dark pink, her leg coming down as she looked away.


“This was what I was talking about,” she mumbled, ashamed.

Hondo smiled. He nestled his snout underneath Sweetie Belle’s rear, her damp little cunny soaking his nose, and pushed her up on Rarity’s back. Despite her embarrassment, Sweetie Belle squeaked, her legs splaying out over Rarity’s rear, her tail raising higher as she forced Rarity’s to the side, vibrating with anticipation and energy.

“Don’t worry about it, Sweetie,” Hondo said, “This was what I was talking about.”

He took a small step back, admiring what he saw. Two rears, one on top of the other, one huge and pushy and the other somewhat petite and athletic, squirmed and rolled around as their owners got themselves a little bit more comfortable. Two puckered ponuts, one small and unused, the other one still damp with spit from a good ass-eating, clenching and relaxing in tandem with the winks of two little clits, small buttons of pleasure, one huge and thick and juicy, winking like the beats of a dragonfly’s wings, and the other a little bit long, languid, it’s winks almost slow-motion in comparison, but no less excited to be used. Two faces turned back to face him, one still cherubic, blushing brightly to the eartips, and the other older, seductive, one eye closed in a delectable little wink. They were ready. They were wanting. They had been ready and wanting for a long while. He only had to pick which one to play with first.

Sweetie Belle wriggled her rump, looking down between Hondo’s legs, shivering gently. “W-We’re ready, Papa,” she said. “I-I don’t m-mind if you f-f-f-fuck Rarity, erm, M-Mistress first, though.”

“Oh, Sweetie Belle, dear,” Rarity said. “You’re ready for this. I can wait my turn.”

Sweetie Belle shivered, her head leaning into Rarity’s neck, snuggling into it as Hondo began his approach again. “B-But Mistress… Isn’t it a little unfair that P-Papa fucks m-me, first?”

“It’s not unfair at all,” Rarity said, lowering herself just another inch so that Hondo could step over them. His cock slid between Sweetie Belle’s plushy buttcheeks, making her squeal and shiver, making it throb with anticipation. He hadn’t realized just how hard Sweetie Belle was quaking until now, his ultra-sensitive piece now pushed against her body. Sweetie Belle was like a living, breathing vibrator against his length, so powerful were her trembles, so small and yet so fast was the buzzing of her body against Hondo’s turgid length. He leaned down and kissed Sweetie Belle’s ear, making her coo, making her shivers swell even more, making her ass grind up back against his dick and transfer some of that shivering down his own spine.

“You want this, Sweetie?” Hondo said, nestling his lips against the coatless inside of her ear.

“Y-Yes, Papa,” Sweetie Belle breathed.

“You want Papa’s dick inside you?”

“Yes, Papa!” Sweetie Belle blurted. “I-I wanna lose m-my virginity t-t-to Papa!”

“You want it right now?” Hondo growled, grinding his length against his smallest daughter.

“P-Papa, please, Papa, d-don’t tease me anymore,” she said. “P-Please, rut me, please, I-I need you to rut me s-so bad, please!”

“You heard her,” Rarity cooed, pushing her rear up a bit, grinding Sweetie Belle’s butt even harder against Hondo’s stallionhood. “Don’t keep her waiting anymore, Papa.”

Hondo groaned, grinding his cock back, Sweetie Belle’s shivering was at a fever pitch, and the smell of two scents in the air, of lilac and sugar, of excitement and desire, was making those shivers very, very contagious. Even his legs trembled as, holding on tightly to Rarity’s sides, he pushed back his hips, his substantial dick now slick with Sweetie Belle’s arousal, grinding against her still-unpopped pussy lips as he slowly, shakily, got himself into position. Every single nerve in his body screamed for him to just slam forward and fuck her, and it was so very, very hard to resist these temptations, to still take his time despite the desperate moans and pleas. As he felt his length pull back and bounce freely, maybe only a half-inch from the two rears in front of him, Hondo instinctively jammed his hips forwards. His bestial temptations were fruitless, however, as his cock missed it’s mark, pushing against Rarity’s taint before sliding downwards. She moaned, pushing her ass back into the sensation of turgid cock sliding against her pussy, groaning as Hondo’s hips collided with hers and Sweetie Belle’s, and the stallion let out a frustrated grunt, his cock still aching for their holes.

“P-Papa,” Sweetie Belle groaned.

“S-Sorry,” Hondo said, letting out a small huff of a laugh. “Papa j-jumped the gun a bit.”

“Let me help,” Rarity cooed, biting her lip as Hondo’s cock slid backwards against her moistened cunt yet again, her horn glowing as it took hold of the tip of Hondo’s dick. Hondo grunted as, yet again, electric sensations coursed through his length, his hips quaking under the effort to not push forward again, his length twitching and spasming with need in her grasp. Her magic slowly lifted his length upwards, aiming it correctly now, the inconceivably unflared tip pushing now against her ass.

“H-Hey now,” Hondo grunted, pulling his hips back and giving Rarity a knowing grin. “Don’t get greedy. There’s a filly here who needs deflowerin’.”

Rarity couldn’t help but give Hondo a disappointed, if half-hearted, pout. “Right,” she said, licking her lips, adjusting his cock even further and raising it further still. Hondo felt Sweetie Belle squirm against his chest, and heard her rapid panting and her desperate squeaks. She needed to get fucked, yes, certainly, but Hondo knew now that she also needed reassurance. Leaning his head down, he laid it against his youngest’s shoulders, a hoof raising to stroke her side.

“Relax, Sweetie. It’s okay. Papa’s gonna fuck you now, okay?”

“O-Okay,” Sweetie Belle breathed. “I-I… I just…”

“Shhh,” Hondo said. “If it’s too much, just say ‘stop’, and I’ll stop.”

“P-Promise?”

Hondo’s comforting hoof left Sweetie Belle’s side, and took her own hoof in his, and he felt her shakes lessen significantly. “Cross my heart.”

Sweetie Belle bit her lip. Hondo’s face was inches away from hers, and yet he could still feel the red-hot heat of her cheeks. His cock pressed against her puffy lower lips, and her ears pinned back, a small, adorable little whine leaving her as her pussy drenched Hondo’s cock with arousal and deep, glorious desire. Every part of her was warm, so very warm, so hot and wanting with desire and need, and every second of waiting was like an hour’s worth of anticipation on both ends, her completely soaked nethers almost completely coating Hondo’s cocktip.

“You ready?” Hondo whispered in Sweetie Belle’s ear, kissing the tip of it, making her mewl.

“I… I am,” Sweetie Belle said.

“Here we go…”

Hondo pushed his hips forward, and, without even the slightest shred of resistance, Sweetie Belle’s pussy took in the tip of his dick.

She was tight. Good Goddess, she was so tight. She squeezed his cock for all that it was worth, her pussy clenching and unclenching on it’s own volition, lacking control as the little filly let out a long, low whine, like that of a puppy begging for a treat. Hondo’s cock was immediately coated in filly juice, drenched in it, the stuff dribbling down his length and easing the passage deeper inside of her. Hondo shushed Sweetie Belle gently, licking the inside of her ear, and she traded her whines for rapid, needy pants, gritting her teeth as she let out a small grunt. He could feel her stretching around him, then, instinctively, without her control, her cute little cunny would clench, drawing him in further, and further, begging for more and more of his huge, twitching cock. He let her have control, despite darker impulses to jam himself forward, to claim her completely, even pulling back teasingly against her natural impulses only so that they could draw her in further.

Sweetie Belle let out another low little groan, and Hondo squeezed her hoof. “Does it hurt?” he asked, voice cautious, caring, and quiet, the words calm despite the thousand glorious sensations going through him.

“Y-Yeah,” Sweetie Belle panted.  “B-But it’s n-not, like, uhm, nnnngh…”

Her back arched as her cunny pulled in another inch of Hondo’s dick, and although he couldn’t resist letting out a small, pleasured moan, he still gripped her hoof more tightly.

“It’s… It’s a little a-achy cause you’re s-stretching me out,” Sweetie Belle whimpered. “It h-happens when Mistress uses her b-bigger toys, too, though, s-so I don’t m-mind because I know it’s gonna g-g-get really, really g-good, s-so just… Aaaahn...”

Sweetie Belle’s eyes closed, and she stretched her back forward as a tired kitten would, only as she raised her head back, she let out a long, languid moan. Hondo smiled, kissing her cheek, gripping Rarity’s sides again to pull back from however much of her pussy that he had taken, and then, slowly, gently, caringly pushing his dick forward once more, making the filly beneath him shiver with glee.

“A-Aaahn… Th-That’s s-so much better, Papa…”

“Glad to hear it,” Hondo said, pushing further still, Sweetie Belle gritting her teeth slightly as he once more pushed into uncharted territory, stretching her once more as he slowly plunged deeper and deeper inside of her. Her little grunts and groans spoke of discomfort mixed with pleasure, sliding in between either one like an internal scale, her moans mounting towards the latter as Hondo’s medial ring bumped against her pussy lips. Her clit rapidly winked against the midpoint of his dick, sending shivers through Hondo’s body, making him aware that her sweet, lovely scent was now mixed with the tainted, masculine musk of his own aroused state, that even now, her pussy was so wet, it pooled down Rarity’s backside. He held himself inside of Sweetie Belle, deciding that, for now, this was as far as he would go, and he kissed her neck with the affection and love only a father can..

“Doin’ okay, honeybun?”

“Y-Yeah,” Sweetie Belle panted. “I’m d-doin’ so good, P-Papa! I… You’ve got…”

She let out a moan. “G-Good Goddess, Papa, it’s h-huge!”

Hondo grinned. “Rarity said the same thing when she took it the first time, didn’t you, R-Rarity?”

Rarity giggled, pushing her hips up, the scent of her lilac arousal now mixing with the combined scent of Hondo and Sweetie Belle’s mating. “Oh, shut up and fuck her!”

“Y-Yeah!” Sweetie Belle panted, pushing her own hips back, making Hondo grunt as his medial ring almost popped into her gloriously tight little snatch. “F-Fuck me, Papa!”

Hondo didn’t need to be told twice, but the sound of those two angelic voices doing just that made him want to be. And, having been so, he knew he had to do so. He had to fuck her. It wasn’t just his own need and desire at stake here. It was theirs. It was evident in their shallow, soft breathing, their subtle, desperate shivers, the glorious, pungent scents that wafted from between both pairs of legs, the lidded eyes, the desperate clench around Hondo’s cock that nearly drove it further, that made it press against Sweetie Belle’s deepest, most unbreakable barrier. He gave a soft tug backwards, hoping that he hadn’t caused her any discomfort from the touch, but the most that the contact had made was a small grimace and a short, adorable little grunt. Hondo rubbed his forehoof in circles against Sweetie Belle’s side, getting her to relax as he slowly eased his length from her more-ready-than-ever tunnel, biting his lip as, even with him comforting her, Sweetie Belle’s little cunt was just so, so tight. It was a vice around his cock, a Chineighse hoof trap that took his big, thick length inside, and then, with his fertile cannon within it’s grasp, refused to let him pull it back out again. It was like riding a boat on a current. You could make suggestions with your oar, but in the end, the current pulled you in the direction that it wanted you to go. Even in a place where pegasi could schedule rain clouds and certain Earth Ponies could break the laws of reality itself for the sake of entertaining others, the water was a beast untamed by Equestrian society, the current an unshakable force of how things just worked, and Hondo knew that he couldn’t help but love it for that.

It felt like a miracle when his half-flared tip was the only thing still inside his darling Sweetie Belle. His length was now slick with virgin juices, the breeze blowing cold against his dripping wet dick, but it wasn’t that that caused a shiver in his spine. No, that was the long, low mewl Sweetie Belle gave when he thrusted forward again, his hips into the motion, the movement swift, but not violent, like a surgeon with his needle. Her clenches came at the same desperate, rapid pace as her clit did now, her still-damp tail whipping against Hondo’s side, causing memories of his last Father’s Day gift to run fresh in his head again, driving him to pull back and deliver another thrust, slightly more shallow, but no less more powerful. Sweetie Belle groaned, laying her head on Rarity’s neck, her older sister leaning her own head back to nuzzle her younger sibling as Hondo gave another sharp, powerful thrust.

Hondo wasn’t sure what was the best part. Her pussy was glorious, no doubt. Despite it’s clear inexperience with handling the real thing, Sweetie Belle’s lessons were certainly paying off. There was no rhythm or control to her clenches, to her arousal, and there was something deeply, primitively satisfying about that, that Sweetie was letting go of what little pretense she had and was being what she was. She was a horny, desperate, naughty little filly, and every single thrust into her only drove that animal impulse further. Yet there was knowledge in her barbarism. There was the rotations of her hips, gyrating against his medial ring with every push forward and making him aware of every single smooth, velvety fold with every pull outwards, even as, on all sides, his cock was constantly surrounded in that softness, in that warmth. But it was more than what she was doing downstairs. Hondo couldn’t see much of Sweetie Belle’s maiden voyage from his position, but he could see her face. He could see the slack, dropped jaw, the open, drooling mouth, the half-lidded eyes, the deep crimson blush that, even then, burned brighter than a forest fire, and he could know that this little filly was having the time of her life.

Her eyes clenched shut. Her body went rigid against Rarity’s back. Sweetie Belle was cumming again. Warm, pungent filly cum splattered against Hondo’s balls, and he could feel the rush of her gush against every hard thrust. But Hondo was undeterred. He started to truly thrust like a stallion should, not quite pounding her, but getting there, going as hard and fast as her cute little pussy would allow him to. Sweetie Belle’s moans and mewls became squeaks and howls, her eyelids fluttering rapidly, closing with each harsh thrust, her musical little voice letting out little ahs in rhythm with his thrusts. “Ah ah ah ah ahhh ah…”

Hondo heard a little hum from underneath his current partner, and, with some difficulty, glanced past Sweetie Belle’s stupefied face. Rarity was grinning back at him, the barest of blushes on her cheeks, smiling gently, eyes lidded, ears pinned back. She pushed Sweetie Belle’s rear against Hondo’s substantial belly, making the little filly squirm as his thrusts now came at a more aggressive, downwards angle, his body quaking against the need to just slam the rest of his length into her. An idea came to Hondo Flanks in that moment, a glorious idea, one that he knew she would enjoy.

“Enjoying my student’s lovely little pussy, Papa?” she said, voice sing-song and teasing.

“Mmmmh,” Hondo groaned, nipping Sweetie Belle’s ear and pulling back, amplifying her already sex-charged yelp on his next thrust. “She feels wonderf-f-ful… So tight…”

“Lovely,” Rarity said, giggling. “She’s learned so much in the past year, Papa. You and I both are very proud…”

“Mmmgh,” Hondo said, giving Sweetie’s rear a slap, making her squeak. “Shame she… C-Can’t take it all…”

Sweetie Belle pouted, briefly, before her mouth opened again in another desperate, throaty moan.. “I’m s-s-s-s-sorry, Papaaahah…”

Hondo nuzzled her cheek, chuckling. “It’s okay, Sweetie. Papa will, nngh, fuck you with a-all his dick in a frrgh-f-few years… But in the meantime…”

Hondo yanked his dick backwards, feeling Sweetie Belle’s tight little cunny squeeze at his cock one last time before it slipped out, bouncing lewdly a few times, still rock-hard and ready for action. Sweetie Belle rolled her rear back, letting out a confused mewl, looking back at Hondo with half-lidded eyes, but realizing what was conspiring as soon as Rarity let out a surprised little squeak, her legs shaking beneath Sweetie Belle and causing her fat little bottom to jiggle uncontrollably, Hondo’s cock poised at her half-parted pussy lips.

“P-Papa!” Rarity said. “What are you…”

“Sweetie Belle c-came on this dick already,” Hondo said, his voice low, tone commanding. “I ain’t gonna leave you out.”

“B-But Papa,” Rarity cooed. “I w-was going to w-wait my turn, like a g-good girl should!”

“Well,” Hondo said, gripping Rarity’s sides, nuzzling Sweetie Belle’s neck. “Papa… Papa has an idea.”

Rarity bit her lip, looking back at her father, her labia seemingly quaking against his dick as hard as her legs did. “Y-Yes?”

“Papa’s gonna... f-fuck both of you. You get fucked for a bit, then, mmmh, Sweetie gets fucked for a bit.”

Rarity bit her lip, oohing both at the idea, and at Hondo pressing his dick against her spread folds. “C-Can you… Can you r-really do it?”

“Yeah,” Hondo said, smiling. “This ain’t the first time I’ve ever… Had t-two young ladies to r-rut before. Or even the second.”

Rarity giggled. “Mmmh, Papa, you were such a g-gentlecolt…”

“I still am,” Hondo said, winking at Rarity. “Just ask your Ma.”

He pulled back from Rarity, dismounting his girls, giving both of their rears a kiss. “Now, if I’m gonna do this, I want you both to be as comfy as can be. And right now, with Sweetie Belle on your back like this, I don’t think your legs are gonna hold up if I keep switching between you two.”

Rarity pouted. “Papa, I’ve knocked out Changelings with these legs. They can hold up.”

“This isn’t just for you, Rarity,” Hondo said, smirking, his cock still dripping with Sweetie Belle’s arousal. “Sweetie’d be awful uninvolved if I just rutted you here. This is about us. All three of us. I shouldn’t keep you two from showing each other how much you love one another, am I right?”

Sweetie Belle blushed, her ears pinning back. “Y-Yes, Papa.”

Hondo chuckled. “Alright, let’s just get you two set up now.”

Hondo’s horn glowed, and he picked Sweetie Belle up in his magic, the little filly squeaking and flailing her legs, her spread hinds giving Hondo a good look at his previous dirty work. Her pussy was spread almost like tape was holding it open, the pink flesh within almost seeming to pulse with her rapid heartbeat, her arousal dripping on Rarity as she slowly rose back up to her full height, rolled over, and opened her hooves. She took Sweetie Belle into a close embrace, stroking her mane, nibbling her ear. She noted that her legs were within her youngers, she raised her hips and spread her own, making her little sister blush.

“I must admit,” Rarity said, licking down Sweetie Belle’s ear, making her shudder, “This is certainly more comfortable.”

Sweetie Belle blushed. “S-So was it a mistake to d-do it like we did before?”

Rarity smiled, kissing the tip of Sweetie Belle’s horn. “Not at all. There is an element of experimentation to lovemaking, after all, dear Sweetie Belle. Consider it less a mistake and more of a variable.”

“Like T-Twilight shows us?”

Rarity chuckled. “Yes. Although I’m not entirely sure if Twilight Sparkle fucks her family members.”

“Her b-big brother’s super cute,” Sweetie Belle said.

Hondo laughed, stepping forward, nuzzling against Sweetie Belle’s butt, then giving it a lick. “Hey now. Ain’t polite to talk about younger, more handsome guys than me,” he said.

Sweetie Belle shivered. “S-Sorry, Daddy…”

He clambered over his girls, his cock sliding between their bellies, hot, thick flesh pressing against both of their clits, making them moan in chorus. “It’s okay,” he said, kissing Sweetie Belle’s free ear as Rarity nibbled down her other one. “But just for that, I’m gonna fuck your Mistress.”

“Oh please,” Rarity said, spreading her legs. “Y-You’ve kept us waiting long enough, Papa. Me especially.”

Hondo pulled his length back, still glistening with Sweetie Belle’s juices, and grinned widely at his eldest. “So are ya saying you wanna get fucked right now?”

“Yes,” Rarity said. “I… I want you to show dear S-Sweetie Belle what she can expect when she gets older. I want a-all of you inside me.”

Sweetie Belle squeaked gently, looking up at Rarity with shock, and not a little bit of envy. “Mistress, are you s-sure?”


“She certainly is,” Hondo said, poking at Rarity’s pussy with the tip of his cock once more. “She’s super wet, Sweetie… Nowhere near as bad as you, of course, but she’s never been as easily excitable.”

“Mmh,” Rarity said. “I’m excited now, Papa. P-Please do it…”

“With pleasure.”

He plunged into Rarity without a shred of mercy. She screamed as he slammed his length into her, his balls slapping against her ass with the sheer force of his tremendous thrust, pleasure filling the both of them to the brim as Rarity’s surprise became clear in a long, low groan, her pussy at first clenching in surprise, but quickly regaining control. He held himself inside of her for a few moments, letting her adjust, grinning as Sweetie Belle pecked at Rarity’s lips, and Rarity pecked back as another hungry moan left her and echoed across the trees. Hondo licked up Sweetie Belle’s neck, a grin across his face, his dick throbbing inside of Rarity’s pussy as he pulled himself back, the sensitive flesh feeling against her folds. She wasn’t as tight as Sweetie Belle, but she made up for that in the sheer experience and expertise in handling a cock that she showed. Her juices were more than enough, but not gratuitous, giving her control against even Hondo’s already pussy-slicked dick, letting her have control of his depth, of every single inch of her tunnel that he was able to thrust against. 

And better than the sensations where the sounds of her pleasure. Small, ladylike hums as he hilted himself once more. Little groans barely above a whisper as he pulled himself back, slowly, every single inch of titanic cock feeling every single inch of her tunnel. A desperate whimper, short, but clear, as his tip almost reached her labia, before it plunged in once more and spread her delicious flesh once more. Sweetie Belle’s little interjections into Rarity’s pleasure where also an excellent touch. Hondo could feel his plush belly squeeze against her big, fat filly bottom, and her little mewls were excellent, as was the way she muffled Rarity’s little noises with her lips, with her tongue, eyes closed as they kissed the Prench way over, and over, and over, slick, sensual noises rising from between them.

She was his. His daughter, his lover, his concubine, his motivation for living. She was Generosity, giving herself in lieu of any other gift, knowing full well that it was more than enough, knowing that it was something that they could both enjoy. His thrusts sped up, but they were no less forceful, they were no less deep, they were no less pleasurable. He battered himself into her at a steady pace, making sure he could enjoy every single inch of her, making sure, at the same time, she could enjoy every single inch of him. She was heavenly, an angel sent from above for his pleasure, and she came with a plus one that he knew that he couldn’t ignore for much longer. And yet, Hondo was loathe to leave where he was, to pull himself out, to deny one of his lovely daughters pleasure.

Sweetie Belle pushed her rear up against Hondo’s belly, mewling against Rarity’s neck, her tail whipping against his chest. He smirked. Then again, one way or another, he was going to have to give one mare or the other a small break, and it wasn’t like they weren’t completely denied any source of pleasurable sensation, having one another. He tugged his cock from Rarity’s depths, and, aiming himself with a bit of magic, pushed forward into Sweetie Belle. Refined moans and hums gave way to desperate, girlish squeaks and moans, Sweetie Belle’s rapidly clenching cooch once again wrapped around Hondo’s length. He dug his hooves into the riverbank, and leaned in to whisper in Sweetie Belle’s ear.

“Papa was h-holding back before,” he muttered.

Sweetie Belle whimpered. “Y-You’re not g-g-going to now?...”

Hondo chuckled darkly. “Yup. You might not be able to take every inch, but, nnfh, I’m gonna rut you just as hard, and just as fast, as I’m gonna rut your Mistress.”

Sweetie Belle mewled, her clit winking rapidly against Hondo’s medial ring, but whatever response she had planned to give him died the moment he pulled his length back, and slammed forward, plunging into those incredibly wet depths again, her rapidly clenching cunny begging for comparison. It came to Hondo then that neither daughter of his had a sexual edge over the other. Sweetie Belle was so sugary sweet, so delicious, still remaining somehow innocent through her sex-charged euphoria, still somehow able to show some inexperience but feeling no less worse for it. And Rarity, good Goddess, Rarity. She was a maestro, playing every nerve in Hondo’s cock like a sexual orchestra, every single tense, every single response to every single thrust calculated with love and experience. Both of them, together, was enough to make his legs shake, to cover his heated body in the warm sweat of exertion.

Time became a blur. It became completely irrelevant to what was at hand. One moment, he was pounding Sweetie Belle, his bumps against her deepest barrier met with small grunts, but those grunts and groans were drowned out by squeaks, howls, and moans. The next, his balls were slapping against Rarity’s ass, were bouncing lewdly as he rutted her with great force, her own happy little groans and long, loud, glorious whimpers filling the air. And in between were the noises of them together, good Goddess, those noises. The little cries of delight with every nibble against a neck, the little moans into one another’s mouths with every single quick, sloppy kissing session, the slick, glorious noises of licks against necks, against ears, against cheeks. Hondo had many a sexual misadventure under his belt, and despite his refusal to brag about such things, he couldn’t help but feel some pride for that. But nothing, absolutely nothing, could amount to just how glorious this felt, just how amazing it was to fuck his youngest’s recently-deflowered cunt, to feel her femcum almost permanently stain his length with her sugary sweet scent as she orgasmed once more, only to use those same juices to fuel his harsh, slamming thrusts into his older daughter’s depths. They loved him, in every single way, emotional and physical, and he put that same love into everything he was doing at this very moment, into every nibble against a neck, into every pant in Sweetie Belle’s ear, into every harsh thrust into either one of them.

It seemed too soon that he became aware of his desperately clenching balls. He pulled himself away completely from Rarity’s pussy, his eyes open only ever so slightly, his breathing rapid.

“Who wants it?” He grunted.

“Me!” Rarity and Sweetie Belle said in chorus, before giggling airily, Rarity pushing her hips up and Sweetie Belle’s pushing hers down, causing their clits to bump against one another once more, another simultaneous moan filling the air.

“B-But,” Sweetie Belle said, “B-But Mistress sh-should get to be f-filled up by P-Papa.”

“Nnnnh, nnnnnonsense,” Rarity stammered. “S-Sweetie, dear, you d-deserve to h-have a complete first time! C-Cum inside her, Papa!”

Hondo chuckled, then grunted, his balls desperate to burst. “You two, nnh, make it h-hard to choose, you know?”

“I’m s-sorry, Papa,” Sweetie Belle said. “W-We just… We love you so much, we w-want you to c-cum inside of whoever y-you want to…”

“Speak for yourself,” Rarity said, pushing her clit against Sweetie Belle, making her gasp and shiver, on the brink of still another orgasm. “Papa d-deserves to c-cum inside the sweetest little f-filly in Equestria…”

“N-No,” Sweetie Belle said. “He deserves the g-greatest M-Mistress ever in the w-whole, mmmhaah, w-wide world…”

“Maybe,” Hondo grunted. “Maybe, mmmgh, Papa shouldn’t choose just one.”

“H-How do you mean?” Rarity whimpered.

“Just watch.”

Hondo pressed his cock against Sweetie Belle’s pussy, shutting his eyes tightly, trying to focus but losing it in all the tremendous sensation, his cockhead flaring as the very tip slipped inside, and he gave one last, tremendous thrust. Sweetie Belle practically screamed, filled to the brim with cock, arching her back and cumming once more, and that tremendous clamp against Hondo’s length was all that he needed. With a few short, quick thrusts more, he finally came, milky white horse cum spewing deep into Sweetie Belle’s recesses, the little filly shaking against his body as he shot over, and over, and over again into her. Just as Rarity let out a little coo, shivering with satisfaction and some amount of what Hondo interpreted as jealousy, he gave his length a harsh pull, grasping the base with his magic to both jerk himself at the bottom and to aim himself. Several ropes splattered against Sweetie Belle’s rear and Rarity’s thighs as he plunged into his eldest, and gave her, too, a generous sample of his orgasm, her body quaking as she locked lips with her younger sibling and gave a quiet, subtle orgasm amidst Hondo’s powerful, twitching dick filling her. Here was where Hondo Flanks, exhausted, lost his focus, pulling his cock free from Rarity as the last few potent ropes of fertile seed splattered against their combined asses, and dribbled to the ground. His legs went slack, his body went limp, and, tired and sweaty, he collapsed onto his side, his mind completely blank, his mouth slack and tongue hanging out, no longer able to think.

There was not a pony there that had the presence of mind to speak. Afterglow fell over the three of them, the evidence of their sinful pleasures on their shaking bodies, unable to move from the satisfaction of it all, unable to even think in the aftermath of what they had done. Hondo’s ears twitched. There was the sound of the river. The little pants, and gasps for air, the gentle coos of satisfied mare and filly. The bugs seemed to ignore them for the moment, and the air was, instead, once again filled with the whispers of the trees, no doubt embarrassed by what had come to pass beyond the reaches of their dark shade. The sun was still high in the sky, slowly heading to the west, and Hondo became aware of it’s glare in the corner of his eye.

It occurred to him what he had just done. He had no regrets.

Two warm, smaller bodies pressed up against his. Both of his daughters now laid against him, as they had before, as they had what had seemed like forever and a half ago. Sweetie Belle nuzzled against his chest, Rarity nestled into his neck. The three of them, attempting to catch their collective breaths. He could die here, and die knowing that he had made them happy, that he had done what many fathers strived to do, what many fathers before him had failed at doing. He felt a small kiss against his chin, followed by another one, followed by one on either side of it, but all he could do in response was squeeze both of his daughters around their barrels and let out a happy little sigh.

“Happy Father’s Day, Papa,” Rarity whispered.

“W-Was it good, Papa? Did we do good?” Sweetie Belle said.

Hondo could only nod.

“Mama’s gonna freak when she hears about this,” she went on. “I… I don’t care if she gets m-mad at you, Papa. I love you, Papa. I wanted to do this, Papa, and it felt super good, oh Goddess, Papa…”

“Shh,” Rarity said, reaching across Hondo’s chest. “Don’t spoil the moment, dear.”

“She’s alright,” Hondo said weakly. “And right. She’s… right. I… I’ve got a l-lot to explain to your Mama. I can’t keep secrets from her, you know…”

Sweetie Belle whimpered a bit, and Hondo turned his head to kiss the tip of her horn. “Don’t worry, girls. No matter what happens, I j-just wanna say that I’m s-so glad we did this, and I love you both very much.”

“Will she be mad?” Sweetie Belle’s whispered.

Hondo hummed. “Well… I dunno. It doesn’t matter right now. We’ll cross that road when we get there, alright?””

Sweetie Belle whimpered a bit, but sighed. “Alright…”

They were quiet for a moment.

“Happy Father’s Day, Papa,” they said, simultaneously.

“Thanks,” Hondo chuckled. “I’m a happy father for sure.”