Dreary Duties and Dirty Daddies
Twilight Sparkle sat in her office, the picture of an overworked bureaucrat.
Mid-afternoon summer sun shone through the opaque crystal that made her castle, and poured generously through the window of the room she had chosen to act as her office. The room had no posters, no murals, no stained glass windows changing the colors of bright sunlight, nothing to distract Twilight from her work. The only thing the sun illuminated was the endless piles of papers, neatly stacked and sorted in huge piles all across the room, and a well-worn, somewhat burnt desk that Twilight had managed to recover from her office. The thing still smelt of burnt wood and plastic, and still caused Twilight’s fingers to tingle with residual magic with every touch of her quill to the many, many papers she had undertaken. Not only was she now responsible for responding to Middle Equestria’s many needs, she was also grading papers from Celestia’s School for Gifted Fillies, a task she had undertaken in hopes of reducing Celestia’s overall workload by twelve percent. It only dawned on her, once Spike had arrived burdened with a fully-loaded dolly of ungraded work, that twelve percent of a demi-goddess’s paperwork made for forty-five percent increased daily workload. However, Twilight was never daunted by paperwork, and ignored the growing heat of the summer sun against her spread wings as she graded two papers at one time, all the while responding to another of the public’s many letters, her propensity for multitasking on point.
It occurred to her that she needed to hire a secretary, or maybe an understudy of some kind. Starlight Glimmer and Spike could only do so much for her, after all. Nevertheless, she refused to give up, triple-checking everything she wrote, as her mind tended to wander during long, tedious tasks. No bright summer sun could tear her away from doing what she did best. The rest of the castle could have been on fire, and Twilight would have ignored it; fire, after all, was a less than one percent probability in a castle made of crystals, and she had an overwhelming probability of escaping the blaze via the window behind her. Twilight wasn’t a string bean by any means, but she certainly was skinny, and Alicorn wings were surprisingly flexible. The window could have been half the size it was, and she would be perfectly capable of escape.
Twilight’s eyes flicked away from her work, glancing into the mirrorlike crystals around her. Her own image refracted and reflected everywhere across the room. She didn’t know how she stayed so skinny: maybe all of the hayburgers and fries went into her legs and rear, maybe she ate terribly but ate little, maybe her Alicorn metabolism had further prevented any need for more food, but regardless, Twilight somehow managed to stay almost boney throughout most of her body. At least a part of it was because she was still getting taller. She was several centimeters away from surpassing Fluttershy in height, and she was at least two-point-oh-nine meters tall. And Twilight was still growing, a latent effect of the alicorn transformation, doubtlessly soon to surpass her friends in stature in more ways than her place in society.
It made her a little bit self-conscious. Not that she wasn’t always self-conscious anyways. Twilight had no time for self-consciousness at that moment. She was dressed plainly: pleated skirt; rose-colored collared shirt, untucked; a few bangles around her wrists accompanying a friendship bracelet Pinkie Pie had made for her; black tights, and no shoes on her hooves since she wasn’t going to leave the office anytime soon. If somebody came in unexpectedly, Twilight would have approximately six seconds to tuck her shirt in and button it up all the way to look presentable. If Rarity came in unexpectedly, she would have maybe two-point-zero-three seconds, still ample time with sufficient magical focus. If Princess Celestia came in, Twilight wouldn’t have bothered; she knew her mentor preferred to do paperwork in yoga pants and a T-shirt anyhow, being significantly less likely to be seen unexpectedly and, hopefully, less bogged down with paperwork in the first place now that twelve percent of it was in Twilight’s hands. All of this, however, was irrelevant: Twilight had directed Spike to send away any unexpected callers, as Twilight had too much to do and too little time to do it.
This was part of the reason why Twilight’s response to seeing her parents patiently standing before her was to let out a small, strangled scream and drop her papers everywhere.
Night Light let out a hearty, healthy laugh. He was almost half a century old, and yet he had not let fatherhood wear down the figure he had earned through years of Royal Gaurd service. His modest dress, a polo shirt and a pair of well-worn khaki slacks, belied the respected diplomat’s reputation as a negotiator and a champion of social justice. New to his appearance, at least for Twilight, was the small, well-trimmed beard on his chin, a tuft of dark blue amidst his coat that was unaffected by his infectious smile. He reached over the desk to try and pick up some of the papers Twilight had dropped, as she scrambled to do the same. “Hey, kiddo! Long time, no see!”
“I hope we’re not interrupting anything vitally important to the survival of our nation,” Twilight Velvet quipped, giving her beleaguered daughter a wink. Her father’s younger by seven years, Velvet was even more casually dressed. A pair of sweatpants and a tank top adorned her mother’s wide-hipped, child-bearing figure, a work of art that, according to her father, was the eye of every budding sculptor of modern Canterlot. Twilight couldn’t help but allow a tinge of self-consciousness to fill her as she looked over the mare that had given birth to her; despite being twenty years her senior, Mother had remained improbably beautiful, still billed by many of the more salacious magazines of the nation as a Mother I’d Like to Fulfill the Every Wish Of. To see just one of her parents in her office was entirely unexpected. To see them both was a statistical impossibility, given their work in Celestia’s court and her father’s high-profile position in the Equestrian Parliament.
Twilight decided to try to play it cool, tapping her papers against her desk to straighten them, clearing her throat. “Oh, no, Mom, uhm, it’s totally fine! We’re… I’m totally okay! It’s just, you guys kinda snuck up on me, is all, and, uhhh, I wasn’t… I told Spike to kinda keep ponies away.”
“Oh, he let us in,” Night Light said, shaking his head. “As soon as he let go of Velvet, that is. Little guy missed us as much as we did you.”
“We tried to mail ahead to let you know we were visiting today,” Velvet said, leaning on Twilight’s desk, “But it seems you’ve been so busy lately, you didn’t even get a chance to read it! Spike did say he tried to let you know, but I understand if you missed a letter from us amidst all of this.”
Twilight racked her memory, and was able to pinpoint the exact time Spike had told her her parents were going to visit. Thirteen hundred hours, last Marketday, as Twilight was filling in an adjunct professor application for Canterlot University. It was for some occasion, this she knew, but what the occasion was had been lost to memory and the stresses of princessly duty. She reminded herself to remind Spike to remind her to make more reminder notes to stick on her desk for social calls. “Oh,” Twilight said. “I’m super sorry! I would have been more prepared and everything, I know today is your anniversary and all–”
“Anniversary?” Night Light said, chuckling. “Oh, no, Twilight, that’s not until next month.”
“We came to you today because it’s Father’s Day, dear,” Velvet said. “We figured you’d be awfully busy, it being the summer and all. We diplomats know how busy it gets this time of year– building permits, farm and fish licenses, requests for days off– but we were going to take a vacation day today. We figured you would like us to visit you, since we weren’t sure what kinds of vacation time Princess’s get, if any.”
“One week, actually,” Twilight said. “Never taken by all available Princess’s at once, and Celestia never takes hers. She had a thousand years without it, and got too used to not using them to care. Has her employees use them in her stead.”
Night Light chuckled, leaning against the desk, crossing his arms. “That’s our girl! Always with an answer to any query into royalty or magic!”
“Friendship, too,” Velvet says, giggling a bit. “We were hoping to have a chance to talk to Starlight Glimmer again. She seems like such a nice girl for a former megalomaniacal socialist dictator!”
“Beneath every pony’s actions is a need to be wanted and loved,” Twilight said, smiling warmly. “If I’ve learned anything from my time here in Ponyville, it’s that much.”
Twilight Velvet nodded. “So true! Though from how she gushed about you after the Crystalling, maybe there’s more than friendship in her eyes…”
Twilight groaned, her papers scattering across her desk again as she dropped them to rub her temples. “Mom, please. You read too much into anything me or my friends do or say to each other.”
“I can’t help myself, dear,” Velvet said. “It’s the curse of being a novelist!”
“She’s certainly got romance on the brain,” Night Light said, smirking. “Though not as much as what romance leads to.”
Velvet laughed. “Oh, come now, you’re no better, dear! You’re just as bad as I am! And Twilight, too, though she’s far better at not showing it!”
“Moooom,” Twilight whined, a small blush on her face. “What happens between me and anypony else is my business.”
“I’d beg to disagree,” Velvet said, grinning almost madly. “After all, occasionally your… business sometimes overlaps with mine. Don’t think I don’t know what happens when you visit every Father’s Day…”
Twilight’s blush faded, and a small bit of paleness came to her cheeks. “I’m sorry?”
“Don’t worry, hon,” Night Light said. “I told her. I never neglect to tell your mother anything.”
Twilight groaned, letting her head fall to the desk. “Oh, no…”
“Oh, sweetheart,” Velvet said, stepping around the desk, coming to Twilight’s side. “It’s perfectly alright! You have nothing to worry about…”
Twilight looked up at her mother, embarrassment and a bit of terror still lingering in her eyes. “It’s… Mom, it’s not…”
“No, no, no,” Velvet said. “It’s perfectly alright, I already said so. Heavens knows your father’s the most handsome stud in Parliament!”
Night Light grins, rolling his shoulders. “A hard accolade to earn from your mother, considering Fancy Pants and Prince Blueblood… Even Jet Set, despite his snobbishness, is quite the handsome fellow.”
“I just… I mean, I figured you’d be totally fine with it, so long as, ahem, nopony comes to be, so to speak, but… It’s… It’s really embarrassing that you know.”
“Oh, and why is that?” Velvet said, with a small smirk. “It’s not like I blab about my own relations with Shining on a regular basis. I know how to keep a good thing a secret, dear. It’s not as if it’s the healthiest thing for a family to do, of course, but we’ve made it work quite well I think. I was surprised at first, of course– you always seemed uninterested in sex…”
”Mom!” Twilight cried, her blush renewed.
Twilight Velvet laughed. “Well if we’re going to discuss it candidly, we may as well stop beating around the bush with the terminology.”
Twilight sighed. “I… Alright, Mom, I… I just, I really don’t usually think of things that way, but Dad’s… You know, Dad.”
“An unscrupulous manwhore?”
Twilight blushed gently. “No! Like, he, uhm, he’s always been… Ugh, you’re in the room, Dad… You’re…”
“It’s alright,” Night Light said, grinning. “My favorite kind of praise is stuff not told directly to me.”
Twilight sighed. “Look, I appreciate you guys coming here and all, but… Maybe we should leave off the, uhm, festivities. I mean, none of us can ignore all the paper in here…”
Night Light smiled. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, dear. First thing we ever established when we started doing this, right?”
Twilight blushed, nodding. “I… I want to, but I have just so much to do in here. It all has to get done by the end of the week, and no, Mom, before you ask, you guys are actually legally incapable of helping, because it has to be my signature and the ink’s magic so they can tell if somepony else wrote it and–”
“We understand,” Twilight Velvet said with a sigh. “If you want to put this off, you can…”
“But… Ugh, I don’t want to! I mean… You guys came all the way from Canterlot to see me and stuff! I can’t just send you guys away because of all this stuff I have to do! But I also can’t take a break, and, and, and… Ugh.”
Twilight dropped her head onto her desk and groaned, and both of her parents were at either side of her in an instant. “Shhh,” Night Light whispered. “It’s okay. It’s totally fine…”
“I know, I just…”
“Don’t worry, dear,” Twilight Velvet said. “Spike said he’d set up a room for us. We can just wait until you’re all finished up…”
“You…” Twilight said, not lifting her head.
She was lightheaded. Bewildered. It was Father’s Day, and she knew what that meant. It sent a tingle through her spine to think of what it entailed. Hard, barreled chest. Smooth, defined abdominal muscles. Long, thick shaft, pounding into her over and over. Hushed cries of “daddy” and “more” and “yes please” echoing throughout the room. One hundred percent chance of at least one orgasm, eighty-three percent chance of several. Guarantee of comfort and security, knowing her partner more intimately than almost anyone else she had ever known in the traditional sense. It was a tradition recently established, perhaps, only four years old, but it was a tradition nonetheless, one that echoed through her mind every summertime. But this was the worst week it could have happened. Merciless workloads and a lack of rest had pushed her sex drive into suboptimal levels, less than thirty percent of its normal amount, which was subdued in the first place. Only now did erotic thoughts have a chance to reach her brain, and even then, they only result in occasional reflexive clenches, with not even a bit of dampness at that exact moment, although plenty was a given when she had a chance. But she didn’t have a chance at that moment, did she?
Did she?
Twilight’s mental gears began whirring again. Maybe she did. She was, after all, Twilight Sparkle, multitasker extraordinaire. If she could grade papers and sign immigration forms at the same time… It echoed through her mind, first as a temptation, and then a challenge. She could do it. All she had to do was say so.
Twilight raised her head, a small smile on her face, her eyes twinkling mischievously. “I have a proposal that may be mutually beneficial to us.”
Twilight Velvet smirked. “Now you’re speaking our language.”
“I propose Daddy fucks me like the naughty little daughter slut I am while I sign all of this paperwork.”
“Now you’re definitely speaking our language,” Twilight Velvet said sardonically.
“I believe that even with Daddy pounding me at his hardest, pulling my mane, calling me names, slapping my ass here and there, making me beg and moan and whimper and plead for more, the largest hit I’ll see to my paper-signing efficiency is a mere two-to-five percent, tops, due to most of the signing being magical and my alicorn magic being far too strong to be disrupted by regular intercourse.”
“Now that’s your language, dear,” Twilight Velvet said. “So long as I get to watch, it doesn’t matter much to me. Nighty, dear?”
Night Light grinned, rubbing the back of his neck. “An interesting idea, but I’m afraid of affecting the quality of either your work or the time we share.”
“Daddy,” Twilight said. “Multitasking is my thing. Fuck me as hard as you like. In fact, please fuck me like we’re the last two ponies on Earth. It won’t affect my work in any incredible way. I’m a Princess, aren’t I?”
Night Light chuckled, standing up to step behind Twilight’s chair. “Yes you are, dear. Daddy’s little princess, with the cutest ass in the world… But what of Spike and Starlight? Won’t they hear you screaming and moaning like the little slut you are?”
Twilight’s horn glowed, and the doors to the room were coated with a purple aura. “Doors are soundproofed now. They’re a non-issue. You mentioned watching this time, Mom?”
“I sure did,” Twilight Velvet said, pulling at her shirt with a wide smile. “I was hoping to be able to give both of you… Encouragement, so to speak.”
“Encouragement is, ahem, encouraged,” Twilight said, giggling. “Perhaps more, if you’re feeling up to it…”
“I’m afraid I’ll pass for now, dear,” Twilight Velvet said with a small sigh. “It’s your Daddy’s special day, after all… He deserves the spotlight.”
Twilight blushed, standing up, putting her thumbs in the hem of her skirt. “Then we have an agreement, I suppose? Daddy fucks me like he does for Father’s Day every year, and you get to enjoy watching every second. I also don’t have to be quiet this year, and what’s even better, I’m able to complete what paperwork I need to all the while! Motion carried?”
“Carried!” Twilight’s parents said in unison, as Night Light reached under Twilight’s arms to start to unbutton her shirt.
“Let’s not waste another second, sweetie,” Night Light murmured into her ear.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Twilight said, taking several forms and her quill in her magic. “Now let’s see here…”
“Let’s see, indeed,” Night Light murmured, and with that, he lifted his daughter’s skirt, grabbing her ass with tremendous force, pushing a strangled yelp out of Twilight with a single, powerful squeeze before rolling his fingers in a sensual massage. Shivers coursed through Twilight’s spine with every single tug and pinch, but she did her best to retain her composure, mirroring her mother’s relaxed, coy smirk. She pushed her backside into his touch, and felt him lay against her, his head on her shoulder as he kneaded into her rear end.
Twilight could feel every centimeter of his impressive build against her now. It made her feel a little bit sad that his broad chest no longer pressed against the back of her head, but now that they were about the same height, she couldn’t help but feel closer to him, somehow. The bulge in his slacks, which a mere year ago pressed against her back, now strained against her more sensitive ass, and she could feel every single throb of the immense organ beneath, and the tremendous heat it held within it. It made Twilight’s knees ever so shaky, but she swallowed down her errant horniness, doing her best to retain her magical hold on her papers.
“You’re such a slender thing, Twilight,” Night Light whispered to her. She could feel his lips push against the base of her ear, making it twitch and flap up and down with small, electric shocks of anticipation. “You’ve grown so big… Daddy’s so proud of you…”
“Thank you, Daddy,” Twilight breathed, her eyelids fluttering shut, her focus on her work still unbroken. Only a two percent efficiency loss inasofar. She put down the now-signed work and picked up some from the seemingly endless piles around her, as her father’s hands roamed from her ass to her hips, pulling her even closer. She could smell the aftershave upon his cheek– a nice, lavender scent, the scent of class and dignity, ironic given their current position.
“You’ve come so far, dear,” Night Light muttered, gripping her hips tightly. “And you work so hard…”
“B-But this isn’t about me, Daddy,” Twilight whined softly, putting her hands over his. “This is for you. F-For all the meals, and all the guidance, and all the love… It’s a F-Father’s day gift for my v-very special, very sexy Daddy...”
Night Light smiled. His hands trailed up Twilight’s body, tickling her flat belly, feeling her soft abs, stopping just beneath her small, perky bust. He was teasing her, bringing her up to speed with his own horniness. Much appreciated, given Twilight’s sex-drive statistics, and yet much, much disliked, as it only drove her to want more. “The pleasure’s all mine, sweetie…”
Twilight found herself dancing a slow dance of depravity. Hands trailed, hips ground together, organs throbbed, enough to be felt but hardly enough to be seen. Night Light’s lips teased across her face, and Twilight, in turn, was left to kiss the air, to bite her lip to keep down the moans, groans and shakes that threatened her workflow. It didn’t seem to stop, even despite the teasing. Papers came and went at a steady rate, two or three at either side, framing the scene of illicit affairs ever-so perfectly for her mother. Twilight’s left eye opened fully for just a moment, and she looked upon her mother. The old cooze had her tank top up, already groping herself through her bra, a beautiful, hourglass-shaped, perfect mare.
“Starting slow, you two?” she purred. “I was expecting an animalistic rutting…”
Twilight clenched her thick thighs together, grinning awkwardly. “N-Not yet, Mother…”
“Please, dear,” Velvet cooed. “Call me Mommy.”
Night Light chuckled. “I’m warming up the poor girl for you, Mommy. She’s not like you– she needs a bit of an appetizer…”
Twilight let out a small, sharp gasp as fatherly fingers expertly unbuttoned the top of her shirt. Her legs only clenched harder with every undone button, her body only trembled harder with every not-so-subtle squeeze of his arms around her modest bust. “Y-You’re such a tease, Daddy,” she whimpered, rolling her shoulderblades back, a small arch already evident in her spine as her shirt came undone, and her bra was exposed to the mare who had given birth to her.
“It’ll pay off, dear,” Night Light said, his hands reaching behind her shirt, not losing a bit of expert dexterity as her bra came undone and fell upon her desk. Her nipples, already hardened from stimulation, tingled with exposure to the cool, conditioned air, a perfect eighteen degrees. “Believe you me,” Night Light said, “it’s just as bad for me, with how you grind your ass back like that…”
Twilight giggled, gently gyrating her hips, her rear rolling from side to side. She could feel her father’s bulge move with her ass, almost, almost fucking him through her clothes. The very idea made her legs want to give out from beneath her. “N-No faair! I’m o-only doing it ‘c-cause you’re doing what you’re d-doing to meee…”
“Now, Twilight,” Velvet cooed, a hand clearly in her pants now, “it’s not fair to tease your father like that. He’s a busy stallion, you know. He doesn’t like to waste time on trivial things…”
“Oh, but my love,” Night Light chuckles, “this is far from trivial…”
Twilight gasped as her father’s powerful hand cupped over her crotch, sliding between her legs with the help of her soft, svelt pantyhose. He gripping into the base of both layers of undergarments she wore, and, with an animalistic growl, he yanked them down. The band of Twilight’s pantyhose snapped against the bottom of her ass, the sharp, sudden pain making her squeal in surprise, leaving a residual numbness that amplified the trembling in her legs. She felt a kiss against her cheek, and her father’s voice flowed into her ear again, hard and yet sweet like a sweet cider.
“Let’s get right to the good stuff, then. Since you are Daddy’s little slut for Father’s Day, I bet you won’t object to me having a taste of that sweet mare nectar…”
Twilight whimpered softly. Her father’s body pressed less against her, but only because he had stepped back for leverage. She yelped as he shoved her over her desk, and let out a squeal as he held down her head against it, rubbing her cheek back and forth against the hard rosewood, the burning smell of old magic filling her nose alongside the ozone scent of new magic as she strengthened her paper-grading spells at play. “D-Daddy! Ah!”
“Oh, this is getting exciting,” Velvet giggled. Twilight couldn’t see her mother, but the soft pants and little moans in her general direction told her everything she needed to know. There were more important matters immediately apparent– firstly, a typo on one of the papers she was grading, and secondly, her father’s forceful hands against her knees. He knelt behind the desk, and, digging his fingers against her thighs, he yanked off her undergarments all the way, throwing them over her to his wife. “Here. Since you love to smell underwear so much at work, dear, I figured you’d enjoy a more taboo scent.”
“Thank you, love,” Velvet said, taking a deep whiff of Twilight’s panties before sighing. “If only I could get a taste… But, after all, this is your time. Taking what you earned, I hope?”
“Mmhmm! Let’s see here… What’s my little Twily’s pussy look like this year?”
Night Light’s strong hands forced Twilight’s legs apart, and she yelped loudly, writing against her desk. Eight percent of her paper writing efficiency had been lost due to unexpected roughness, but this was hardly a huge hit. More prescient in her mind was how her unshaven cunt would have looked to her father, long, purple hairs in a tuft above her winking, desperate labia, her big, thumb-tack sized clit throbbing errantly between winks huge enough to send her mind spinning. No doubt about it, if she was cold before, she was certainly getting warmer now, and her pussy lips only grew wetter and wetter as she felt her father’s breath against them grow hotter and hotter.
“Well?” Velvet asked. “How does it look?”
“Delicious,” Night Light chuckled, his head fully between Twilight’s thighs now, his hands planted on her ass for leverage as he pulled her back against the desk. “Has a bit of a grove above it, but it’s far from unkempt. My little filly’s been saving herself, huh?...”
“K-Kind of!” Twilight whimpered. “I-I-I partook in s-some cocks, D-Daddy! S-Some tongues and fingers and d-dildos, too… B-But none of it compared to youaaaah!”
Twilight’s train of thought, at least regarding the sex she was having at that exact moment, went completely blank when her father’s tongue made contact with her heated cuntlips. Night Light only chuckled, licking again, and again, sending Twilight’s back into insane spasms, her body into impossible trembles. She accidentally marked a page incorrectly, and rushed through the haze of pleasure slowly falling in her mind from her father’s teasing laps against her pussy to try, desperately, to correct herself. He wasn’t even eating her out in earnest, and already, Twilight felt as if she was about to explode from pleasure. It almost came to her that she should give up doing one or the other thing, but she steeled herself, swallowing before another long, low moan escaped her throat. She couldn’t give up. This had to be done. For Celestia. For her father. For Equestria, damn it…
Documents flew back and forth in time with Night Light’s, from signed to unsigned piles, from clit to the bottom of Twilight’s labia. Sometimes, teasing licks would slip up towards Twilight’s tailhole, and she’d clench reflexively, knowing full well what her father’s big, strong tongue could do to loosen up her poor, needy ass. As Twilight’s cunt winked again, and as her button showed itself once more, her father nipped at it with his teeth, keeping it in place as he lashed it with his tongue, sending Twilight into even stronger spasms. She must have looked like a seizure patient, writhing and rolling about on the desk, moaning and panting and begging for more.
Her mother came into her field of view, now naked, her clothes on a neat pile atop one of the many stacks of papers. “Mmmh, your Daddy’s so good at that, isn’t he?”
Twilight could only whimper, and roll her head across the desk in a feeble attempt at a nod. Velvet only smirked, stroking Twilight’s cheek, grinning wickedly.
“I bet he hasn’t even stuck in his tongue yet,” she said. “You must have been so pent up…”
“Y-Yeah,” Twilight groaned. “I… I wasn’t th-thinking… I didn’t have time, always t-too tired…”
“Tut, tut, sweetie,” Twilight Velvet cooed, reaching down between her legs and stroking herself softly. “A lady always finds time…”
Twilight opened her mouth to reply, but only let out a harsh squeak and a low groan, as Night Light jammed his tongue into her little pussy and lapped away happily at her inside folds, tasting everything he could, her spasmings renewing. “Ah, there we go!” Velvet giggled. “It’s like he’s fucking you already, you little slut!”
“Mmmh,” Night Light said, pulling away and licking Twilight’s inner thigh. “Don’t be too hard on her, dear. She’s an exquisite treat… Tastes even better as Daddy’s little princess…”
Velvet chuckled, shaking her head, and gave Twilight’s cheek a small pat as she desperately tried to catch her breath.. “Oh, I didn’t mean to be cruel, Nighty… Nothing wrong with being Daddy’s little slut, after all.”
“It’s all right, dear,” Night Light said, gripping Twilight’s ass harshly, making her groan. “Twilight knows her place… Underneath Daddy, writhing, moaning and groaning, begging for him to fuck her in every way possible, to fill her up with his fertile seed… Isn’t that right, sweetie?”
Twilight swallowed, shaking, raising her ass up. “I-It’s right, Daddy… I’m j-just a little cockslut… I need my Daddy to fuck me every which way…”
“Good. I’m happy we’re on the same page,” her father said, a soft, earnest smile on his face, even as mare juice dripped down his chin. “Now where was I?...”
Twilight opened her mouth to answer, but that answer was soon superseded by a throaty moan as her father’s tongue reintroduced itself into her pussy. His expert muscle writhed inside of Twilight’s cunt with calculated, precise movements, strokes and laps learned after countless accounts of cunninlinguis. Twilight’s writhing, trembling body couldn’t stop spasming with every single slide of wet, thick tongue against her soaking walls, her winking pussy kissing her father’s waiting, expectant lips as he dug into every little pleasure spot he could find. Twilight groaned as she felt knees against her shoulders, holding her in place, and meet her mother’s lustful gaze with her own desperate eyes.
“Oh, dear,” Velvet giggled. “You’re going to hurt yourself, writhing about like that. You need to relax…”
“I c-can’t help it, Mommy,” Twilight whined. “I… I need to focus on my papers… Our a-agreementaaah…”
Twilight’s last syllable was drawn out by her father giving her throbbing clit a kiss, then lapping up and down her labia again. “Aaah… Nnh… M-Mommy… I’m… I’m only able to d-do the work at s-sixty percent efficiency if he goes l-like this…”
Velvet grinned. “Oh? Maybe Daddy should switch up, then. Is she ready, dear?”
“Should be now,” Night Light chuckled. “Nice and wet… And needy, too. Poor little Twily needs a big, manly cock in her little filly pussy, doesn’t she?”
“Y-Yes!” Twilight cried. “Yes, please! I n-need it!”
Night Light chuckled darkly, and Twilight shuddered. This wasn’t going as planned. It was only supposed to be eight percent loss of efficiency. Or was it twelve? It didn’t matter. She couldn’t remember what efficiency rate she needed again, or what even factored into it. Her paper signing had become background noise to the sheer volume of foreground sex she had been exposed to, a radioactive reminder of what she had been missing. Her father’s heated dick slid between her asscheeks again, his warm breath rolling up her spine before falling behind her head again. Her parents kissed softly above her body, and Night Light’s warm, lustful voice rumbled through the air, making Twilight’s already elevated heart rate go into overdrive.
“I’m about to fuck our slutty little daughter, dear,” he asked, smacking his lips.
“Mmmh, I can see that,” Velvet says, licking her lips. “Don’t waste any time, dear. She’s a Princess now, after all, and her time is very valuable…”
“Of course it is, dear,” Night Light chuckled, grinding his length against Twilight’s ass. “Do hold her down, will you? Don’t want our poor little girl banging her pretty little head on anything…”
Twilight let out a small, strained groan as her mother’s knees pressed down against her shoulders. Velvet wasn’t a weighty mare, not by a long shot, but the big, thick thighs that Twilight had most certainly inherited were certainly heavy enough to keep the princess pinned to the ground. Her wings unfolded, flapping errantly, fanning the occasional paper around the room, but Twilight was beyond caring. She could sort them later at only a twenty percent loss of time efficiency. What mattered most, in that moment, was the huge, throbbing organ against her backside, approximately fourteen-long-by-two-thick inches of pure, sweat-scented masculinity and undeniable fertility. It struck her, in that moment, just how very, very powerless she was. A Princess of Equestria, dominated by a mere cock?
How much better of a Father’s Day gift was there than that?
Night Light beared over his daughter, pressing her down with his chest. “Daddy’s been looking forward to this all year, Sweetie… I love you so much...”
“L-Love… I l-love you,” Twilight said, swallowing. “Please…”
Twilight’s mind, usually sharp, had been completely clouded by a haze of lust. Desire sparked across her body like the errant bursts of firecrackers. Spasms and twitches of pleasure shocked through her. She tried her best to bend her legs around her father’s waist, but only managed to cross them behind his lithe, flexible hips. Her hooves twitched and shifted about behind him, her back relaxed and tensed with the winks of her needy, dripping cunt. She was no longer a Princess. She was a mare, needy, wanting, desperate, pleading for her Daddy’s immense cock to destroy any pretensions of focus or efficiency she had.
“D-Don’t delay,” Twilight panted. “No more… Need it…”
“Absolutely, dear,” Night Light said, pulling his dick back from where it was hotdogged between Twilight’s asscheeks. Cool, cold air flowed over where his heated length had been. Twilight let out a low whine, missing the feeling of such an incredibly hot cock against her ass. Her whining raised in pitch and volume when she felt her father’s impossibly thick head press against her cunt, her body spasming slightly beneath both her parents. She had a clear view of Velvet’s cunt, the dripping, winking thing clenching around a few of her mother’s swirling fingers, as her father teased against her pussy with small presses and pushes, just barely getting inside of her.
“Before you go fucking her like an animal, dear,” Velvet said. “It’s best that we ask her what she is, hm?”
“Wh-Wha?...”
“That’s right, dear,” Night Light said, pushing his throbbing cockhead against Twilight’s heated lips. “Tell us what you are, Twilight…”
“Y-Your daughter,” Twilight panted. “Y-Your… Your slave…”
Night Light slapped his dick against Twilight’s thigh, making her yelp, her promises renewing. “Your l-little cockslut! Your whore! I-I’m n-nothing m-more than a f-filthy little princess slut! A-Another cunt to fill, another b-b-body for your pleasure! Ohhhh, p-please, Daddy, I’m such a h-horny little filly! I n-need this!”
Night Light laughed, giving Twilight’s ass a small slap, the pressure upon her pussy mounting further as he pushed harder to enter her. “Then let’s not delay!”
Twilight braced herself, clutching her mother’s thighs, biting her lip to try and keep her errant moans and groans from spilling out. The pressure against her cunt was amazingly powerful. All her father needed to do was give a good shove and she would be his. She would be at her Daddy’s mercy, his little concubine, a senseless cockslut with nothing else to give but three holes and a body. Just one push...
And he did, his length plunging deep into Twilight’s pussy, and with a brief, sharp squeak, her mind went immediately blank.
Twilight lay stiffened with ecstasy for what felt like hours as she came around her father’s cock. She was aware of a sensation of fullness inside her, of the gentle, musky scent of her femcum rising between her legs, of the sound of her mother’s hum of approval and her father’s gentle groan of appreciation. However aware of it all she was, her body wasn’t capable of processing it. Everything had become white noise to pure, virile pleasure, her hips jamming down against the cock filling her, all her limbs falling asleep at once, her belly now very, very warm and very, very needy. The world was what was between her legs, a beautiful, taboo coupling of father and daughter, a primal ceremony of love and desire. Even as the immediate effects of her orgasm faded, even as she came back to earth, Twilight’s body trembled softly, knowing full well that this was just the beginning. She had forgotten all about paperwork. About schools. About... numbers stuff. All that mattered in that moment was pleasure: pure, unfiltered, primal pleasure, animalistic and bare. She had orgasmed, yes, but the lurching throbs of her father’s engorged dick told her that she had a long ways to go. As she slowly seemed to wake up from the white noise of pleasure she had been spurned into, Twilight became distinctly aware of her mother and father, the babbling nonsense of before turning into distinctive words and phrases.
“She came on the first thrust!” Velvet laughed. “Couldn’t even hold out for a few seconds!”
Night Light laughed, and his cock seemed to lurch inside of Twilight, sending her spinning mind into further dizziness. He was huge. It was quite the wonder to Twilight that, considering her parent’s respective insatiable sexual appetites and noted propensity for swinging, they had only ever had two children together. Age normally regressed the power and importance of the cock in an older partner; in Twilight’s experience, they often had to resort to other means of delivering and receiving pleasure. But Night Light was far from impotent. His cock was representative of his stature in the family; he was a true patriarch, his word was law, and his law was to fulfill the bestial necessity of sexual arousal regardless of taboos, to quite literally fuck everyone else, even his spawn. His tremendous girth twitched and pulsed deep inside of Twilight, making itself home with small, slow, sweeping grinds against her insides, stretching her out in each and every delightful way.
“Such a bad girl,” Night chuckled. “You think you can just cum around Daddy’s cock the moment he thrusts into you?”
His voice was still faint, echoing as it reached Twilight’s ears. It made him sound like a God, a member of some salacious incestuous pantheon and Twilight couldn’t help but think the effect was fitting. “I’m s-so sorry, Daddy,” she replied. “I’m n-nothing more than a useless cockwhore… I c-c-crave it, day in, day out… I w-wish I got yours sooner, before I got so horny and pent up I j-just was gonna explode around the first thing that entered my little filly pussy...”
“Oh, honey,” Velvet cooed. “It’s okay now… Let your Daddy take care of you, and fuck you like the slut you are...”
“Y-Yes! Twilight moans, gasping as her father gives her another sudden, sharp thrust. “Aah! Yes! I c-can’t think of a-anything else! I s-see stallions in t-t-town and all I can th-think, aaaah, think of is them d-doing this! H-Holdingaaaah, holding m-me down, fucking me hard…”
Twilight groaned, as her mother and father both pressed their weights against her, holding her down. He began to thrust, slowly, each taboo plunge into Twilight’s cunt slow, deep, and shameless, feeling every sopping inch of her fertile, royal pussy. He made her feel full, to bursting, even. He seemed to time his languid, almost lazy thrusts with the ceaseless clenching and winking of her marehood, an intimate knowledge of her body that Twilight, deep within the still-cloudy haze of post-orgasm, could quite appreciate. She had come down from her pleasure high, and had been instantly hooked. Every single throb of her father’s cock inside of her made her jump, and every single slow, grinding push and pull against her inner folds send convulsions of need up and down her spine. She was an addict, every hit of skin against skin only making her craving cock more than ever before, every single teasing thrust sending shivers down her spine, every squeak her father forced out of her making her ears ring. “I n-need the d-dick that made me, Daddy!” she moaned, voice whining and desperate. “I n-need your b-big cock inside of m-m-me always!”
Night Light laughed, his hips slapping against Twilight’s substantial rear with incredible force, pushing her towards her mother’s crotch, the older mare’s fingers smelling of her sweet entrance., His hands reaching down to grip deeply into Twilight’s fatty backside, forcing Twilight’s tongue to slip out of her mouth as her father’s fingers dug white, bloodless marks into her asscheeks Her own fingers, in turn, clenched her mother’s thighs tightly, making the older mare moan softly, rolling her pussy lips closer and closer to Twilight’s face, wafting the sugary sweet scent of her mother’s horniness into her nose. “Mmmh, such a needy girl,” Velvet chuckled, giving Twilight a wink. “You’ve been waiting on this all year, haven’t you?”
“Aaaahnfh… Y-Yuhuh…”
Twilight tried desperately to pull her tongue back into her mouth, to lavish yet more praise and admiration upon her father, but it seemed, now, that he had tired of talk. His thrusts became faster, more consistent, the desk beneath Twilight rocking back and forth beneath her as he used his Royal Guard trained body to the peak of its ability. Every thrust sent shockwaves through her body, every masculine grunt and groan from her father made her knees quake.
Her father’s iron grip on Twilight’s ass went away, but just as Twilight groaned in wanton need for it again, his hands worked their way up her sides, bringing to her attention the way her shaky, breathless moans made her lungs burn and ache for rest Twilight felt they didn’t deserve. He clutched at her in seemingly random places, looking for leverage, his hands soon reaching across Twilight’s face and his fingers cruelly gripping the inside of her mouth, her tongue wrapping around his fingers. He pulled Twilight’s head back, and his smart, sadistically timed thrusts soon became a primitive plowing, not giving her a chance to moan, only to pant and whimper around his big, thick fingers as she pushed her ass back into his relentless thrusting. Twilight loved every minute of it. Every single second of harsh, animalistic thrusts, of primal growls and grunts, of pure, unrelenting, animalistic ownership Night Light had over his own daughter blasted across her sex-starved brain and fulfilled a ache she had no intention of fulfilling before. He owned her. She belonged to him. She was no Princess, she was no protege, she was hardly even a pony, for very inch of her body was forfeit to his whims and desires. His pleasure was her pleasure, and nothing in that moment was more pleasurable than the endless thrusts, the distinct scent of fresh sex, the sounds of flesh against flesh and utterly and absolutely animalistic vocalizations. This wasn’t merely sex. This was mating.
Her father’s cock, throbbing incessantly inside her, was a totem of his dominance, a gesture of the responsibility nature had placed upon him to find the perfect mate, to make them his own, to destroy their feeble pussies and baptize their fertile wombs in seed. Her mother’s enjoyment of all of this only compounded this feeling within her, that this nirvana she was getting closer and closer to experiencing again was something all mares should strive to achieve, that this desire to please their mate was natural, was okay.
“Mmmh, you savages,” Velvet moaned. “D-Don’t hold back, Nighty… Cum inside this little Slut…”
Her father pulled his hand from Twilight’s face, and gave her a single strong, powerful thrust, making her yelp, letting her feel the immense, egg-sized orbs against her ass, straining for an excuse to let loose. He grabbed her hair, yanking it back hard enough to lift Twilight’s back into an obscene arch, free from the restraint of her mother’s thighs, her cute little bust rolling from side to side with her shoulders. “Listen to me, my dear d-daughter-cunt,” Night Light growled. “Daddy’s gonna fill you up, okay?”
“Nnnnhaaa, p-please,” Twilight whimpered. “P-Please… Fill me up, knock me up, m-make me yours, all yours… G-Give me a s-sister, a brother, I d-don’t care, please, I need to feel it inside me, p-please!”
“Nnnngh, stupid breeder bitch,” Night Light growled, slapping Twilight’s ass. “You want me to f-fill you up, huh? Make you my f-fucking concubine, huh?!”
“A-All that and more! P-Please!”
Night Light’s grip on Twilight’s hair strengthened, and he pulled back with all of his might, pounding into Twilight with incessant, endless force, her head forced all the way back, her eyes on the crystalline ceiling as she praised the Goddesses for Father’s Day, for bringing him here, for making her so close, she was so close, the earth seemed so far away, she could die in that very moment and be endlessly happy, she just needed to feel it, to feel him take her completely, to feel his cum inside her, and she would be complete, and he was going so impossibly fast and hard and it was all such a blur as her mind slowly slipped away from her again and, holding her mother tightly, Twilight came again.
White hot flashes of pure ecstasy caused stars to streak across Twilight’s vision. She didn’t have any control anymore. Her mind was gone. Her work, long forgotten. Her body, not even there. Faintly, she heard a loud bellow, and her belly soon felt impossibly full of warmth, and she knew her father had cum inside her. “Rrrrgh, take it, c-cunt,” Night grunted, audible through her orgasm. “Take Daddy’s seed… Make Daddy’s little grandchild…”
She could only moan an affirmation, her body stiff against his own, slowly being filled with pulse after pulse of hot, fertile horsecum, the heated head of her father’s immense cock pushing hard against her cervix as he filled up her womb. Her hands instinctively went to her belly, tracing over it lazily, and Twilight felt, in that moment, completely and utterly complete in the best sort of way.
Twilight’s world fell away, and everything was pure white for a while. When she came to, the first thing she felt was licking.
“Mmmh, what a mess,” Night Light chuckled. “You back to earth, dear?”
Twilight groaned. Her body ached, but it ached good, the feeling of bliss one gets after a nice, long workout. “Uh… Uhuh… Mmmh…”
She rolled her hips up into the licking, opening one eye to look down between her legs. Her mother was knelt before her and her father, lapping the cum spilling down her thighs and dripping down onto the floor, pausing to dutifully lick her husband’s semi-hard cock clean, the warm thing against Twilight’s thigh. Twilight smiled blissfully, the buzz of afterglow filling her mind, adjusting herself back into her father’s warm embrace. “Mmmh, th-thanks, Mommy…”
“Mmmh, no need, dear,” Velvet said, tweaking Twilight’s clit with a flick of her tongue. “I should be thanking you two. That was a hell of a show. Mommy came so hard…”
“Mmmh, glad you enjoyed it, dear,” Night Light chuckled. “Thanks for allowing it. Wouldn’t have fucked her without your permission.”
“What’s most important is that you enjoyed it, dear,” Velvet giggled, giving the underside of Night’s cock a loving lick. “Happy Father’s Day!”
“Mmmh, happy Father’s Day, Daddy,” Twilight moaned, giggling. She turned a bit to hold his cheek, smiling wryly. “Did you mean all the stuff about impregnating me?...”
Night Light chuckled. “Not really, unless you could figure in an incestuous bastard child into your daily regime. Personally, we’d be better off without that drama.”
“Wait…”
Twilight froze. “Regime. Schedule. Schedule… Oh, the papers!”
She shot up to her hooves, looking at her desk, the mess of papers upon it completely disorganized. “Oh no, the papers! Oh, goodness me, how long was I out?! How much time have I lost?! I…”
Twilight felt warm, fatherly hands against her hips. “Shhhh… Don’t worry, dear. We’ll help you sort them out.”
“I… I know, I… I’m sorry,” Twilight said, blushing. “These things come up at the worst times, I swear…”
“Well, don’t worry,” Night Light said. “We’ll sort them out, you’ll get them signed, and we can spend the night together. I’m sure your mother has many plans for nighttime entertainment.”
“Oh, do I ever,” Velvet giggled, hugging Twilight and her husband from the side. “After that display, I think Twilight owes me for Mother’s Day…”
“I’ll d-do my best, Mom,” Twilight said, smiling softly.
Velvet kissed her cheek, and grinned. “Oh, I know you will. Now, let’s help you get these all together. I saw you signing plenty of them even as you and your father fucked each other like horny lions. What’s the worst that could happen?”