Coming home from work and finding his beloved daughter waiting for him, Bow's life takes an unexpected and wildly scandalous turn...
Bow loved his daughter, he always had and he always would, yet he had no idea just how much she adored him - that was, until being ambushed by her after a long day of work. Nearly being ambushed by his baby-girl, tackled to his doorstep, he was as happy as could be - that was until he realized the true depth of her affection...
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Hanging his head and trudging up to the front door, Bow rummaged around in his pocket. It hadn’t been a particularly bad day, but the full week’s worth of work and Windy’s absence made things tedious. Without anyone to split chores with, since his wife was off visiting family for the better part of a month, he’d been left to do all the cooking and cleaning for himself. Having retrieved his key, he mechanically extended his arm towards the lock, heard the door swing open, and was tackled to the ground.
“Daddy!” a familiar, yet strangely joyful voice exclaimed, while the world spun around him.
Being ambushed at the doorstep of his home would have been jarring enough, but precisely whom had knocked him over really threw him for a loop. The prismatic mane, cerulean coat, and cerise eyes were unmistakable, although the behavior of his attacker was wholly unusual. Wriggling in place, peering down at the mare affixed to his chest, his heart skipped a beat. Somehow, as impossible as it seemed, he’d been affectionately assaulted by…
“Dash?” he blurted, as she rubbed her face against his neck.
“Daddy!” she repeated, craning her neck up and peppering his jaw with kisses. “I missed you so, so much, Daddy! It felt like it took forever for you to get home!”
Wriggling beneath her, getting his hands on her shoulders, Bow gently pushed her up and off himself. Fortunately for him, she took the hint, beat her wings, and hopped up to her feet, but that’s when he noticed just how bizarre the situation really was. Not only was his precious daughter acting strange, but she looked like a bawdy parody of her usual self.
While her height was the same, being relatively short, her figure had changed substantially. Her once modest chest had ballooned to obscene proportions, bearing bosoms nearly as large as her head, yet the changes didn’t stop there. The pouting lips, ample hips, thick thighs, and soft curves elevated her femininity to an absurd degree, making her look more like a porn star than a top-tier athlete. Staring up at her in open awe, wondering what in the hay had happened to her, he shakily stood.
“Dash, is that really you?” he inquired in disbelief, trying and failing not to peer at her barely covered rack.
Without skipping a beat, she leapt forward and wrapped her arms around him. “It’s me, Daddy, I pinkie promise!”
Hesitantly returning the embrace, keenly aware of her tits squishing against him, he softly patted her back. “What in the world happened?”
“I dunno,” she sighed, holding him tightly. “Something Twilight tried didn’t work out right, but it’s ok. She, like, told me I should come and stay with you and mom until she figures it out or something, but I totally don’t mind!”
Contentedly twisting her torso from side to side, delighted to see him, what few thoughts she had fixated on the wonderful stallion that was her one and only Daddy. She really didn’t know what Twilight had done to her, although it may have been the best thing to happen in her entire life! She felt super sexy, way better than she had prior to her transformation, and it was like all of life’s troubles and concerns had disappeared.
While she definitely didn’t understand what Twilight had done to her, or why the Princess had done it, she knew that her friend had been worried about her. After being teleported to her parents’ house, she discovered that both her mom and dad were missing. It took her a little while to put the pieces together, ultimately realizing that her folks were probably at work, but she’d ultimately done her best to occupy herself.
Since Twilight had told her not to go anywhere, she’d had every intention to go and watch some television - that was, until she noticed the wedding photo of Bow and Windy. Seeing the two upon the altar, kissing one another, her heart swelled. One day, if she was really, really lucky, she might just be able to get a stallion like her Daddy. Musing on the happy couple, imagining herself in her mother’s palace, an idea hit her out of nowhere - why find someone like her Daddy when she could have her Daddy himself!
Her plan was nothing less than genius, easily the most intelligent decision she’d ever come up with, but it required a few simple steps. For starters, she’d need to make herself presentable for Bow - secondly, and most prudently, she’d have to appeal to his stallionly needs - all of his stallionly needs. Rushing to her parents’ room, stripping out of the oversized t-shirt and shorts Twilight had scavenged for her, she dashed to her mom’s dresser.
Windy, much like her typical self, was neither too tall nor too busty, yet that wasn’t going to stop her. Squeezing into a tube top that was several sizes too small, and wriggling into a skirt that barely covered her big, bodacious booty, she donned her purloined ensemble in no time flat - sure, she may have neglected to put on panties or a bra, but what wasn’t all that important. Just as she was getting ready to leave, to lay in wait for her precious Daddy to return home from work, she was stricken with yet another idea - what good would a nice outfit be without makeup?
Peeking into the master bathroom, praying her mom kept some cosmetics on hand, she found just what she was looking for. Stashed away in the medicine cabinet, likely having been abandoned for several years, she found some neon pink lipstick, eyeliner, and some blush. Though she had precious little experience anointing herself with beauty products, she’d seen Rarity apply makeup plenty of times.
It took everything she had not to grin from ear to ear, as she carefully beautified herself before the mirror. The lipstick looked absolutely stunning, accentuating her plush kisser, and the eyeliner looked just as nice. In less than thirty minutes, she’d gone from looking silly and out of place, wearing the ill-fitted clothes, to downright gorgeous - just a bit slutty, but gorgeous nonetheless. She’d barely finished up and sat down, immeasurably pleased with herself, before she’d heard someone walking up to the front door...
“So - uh -” Bow began, snapping her from her apparently airheaded reverie. Uncomfortably rubbed his neck, keeping his eyes glued on the safe, unarousing ground, he shifted in place. “Do you want to go in and sit? Maybe you can-”
“Can I sit in your lap?” Dash squealed, cutting him off and grabbing his wrist.
Virtually hauling him behind herself, she cheerfully hummed and swung her hips from side to side. He really was the best Daddy ever, always looking after her and cheering her on, but it had taken Twilight’s experiment for her to fully realize it. While a part of her was remorseful that she hadn’t spent more time with him, cherishing him as strongly as he cherished her, she wasn’t too sad - after all, she’d have the rest of her life to make it up to him. Moving through the foyer and towards the couch, she peered over her shoulder and slowed.
“Daddy, is everything alright?” she quietly asked.
Ripping his eyes off her ass, Bow swallowed hard. “I...it’s fine, Honey. I was just - um…”
Doing his level best to concoct an excuse for why he’d been ogling her rear, he fell silent. The skirt she was wearing was clearly not designed for her. The flimsy garment clung to her backside like a second skin, coming short of fully covering her buns and leaving him to speculate on if she was wearing any underwear. It would have been bad enough to find himself lustfully admiring anyone, but the fact that he’d been checking out his own daughter was mortifying.
He’d always done his best to be a good father and husband, steering clear of any potential homewreckers or questionable individuals, yet he was not prepared to come home to the absolute bombshell of a mare that used to be his slim, trim daughter. If he didn’t know any better, judging from her appearance and how out of character she was acting, he could have sworn she wasn’t really Dash.
Suppressing a shudder, peering over at her face, he knit his brow. “How do I know that you’re really Rainbow Dash - my Rainbow Dash?”
“Y...you don’t believe me?” she pouted, pulling his hand to her chest.
“It’s not that I - uh…” The sensation of her soft breasts against his finger gave him a sent blood coursing to his stallionhood.
It wasn’t like he got much action from his wife, seeing as how she wasn’t as enthusiastic as she once was, which made the situation all the more compromising. Unable to look away, just then noticing her areolas peeking from under her top, he felt his stallionhood twitch. Daughter or not, there was no denying how attractive the young mare was, yet that brought him to another issue - he didn’t want to upset her.
“Maybe we can talk about it when we sit down, alright?” he sighed, carefully inching by her.
Reaching the sofa, he seated himself. Sadly, in his haste to clear his head and figure out what in the hay was going on, he neglected one small detail - she was still holding his hand. Flopping down, he inadvertently set her off balance and pulled her over his lap. Her fall couldn’t have been more scandalous, with her skirt riding up her tush to expose her bare ass. Lying over his legs, lengthwise on the couch, she giggled like a school filly.
“You’re not planning on giving me a spanking are you?” she snickered, playfully wiggling atop him.
She felt as though she’d just been sad about something, maybe something her precious Daddy had said or done, but she just couldn’t remember what it was! Smiling to herself, turning her head towards him, she noticed a blush creeping into his cheeks. Aside from being an absolute stud, the perfect specimen of what a stallion should be, one of his best traits was how silly he could be! Only then reminded that he’d promised to let her sit on his lap, pining to spend some quality time with him, she twisted in place and pushed herself up.
As she carefully got into position, with her derriere situated squarely on his groin, she spread her legs, kicked them over his, and made herself comfortable. The feeling of his broad, warm chest against her back was amazing, the things little fillies dreamt of, yet she wanted more. Grabbing his wrists, she lifted his arms and rested his hands on her soft inner thighs.
Tilting her head back, bringing her face just beside his, she pecked the end of his muzzle. “How was work today, Daddy?”
“It w...was a...alright,” he stammered, fending off the temptation to squeeze the tender meat of her upper legs. “N...nothing too hard…”
Sweet, merciful Celestia, what had he done to deserve this? What is some sort of a test? Some infernal trial to see if he was faithful to Windy? Had he somehow died on his way home from work? Could he have dozed off and slipped into some twisted, perverse dreamscape? He had too many questions and not nearly enough answers, but he was sure of one thing - like it or not, his body was taking note of the young siren against him.
Possibly the most egregious facet to the entire depraved scenario was that he’d been trying to abstain from anything lewd in Windy’s absence. It was pretty rare that he and his wife got to have a good time, what with their age, varying schedules, and the slightly dulled passion between them, but he’d been saving up an absolutely tremendous load for his mate. He’d intended to take her out for a night on the town, wining and dining her like they’d done as teens, before bringing her home and making love to her - at least that had been the plan, before he’d come face to face with quite possibly the hottest mare he’d ever met.
“Well, I’m…” Dash trailed off, feeling something prod her rear.
The questioning look on her face disappeared, replaced by an utterly sinful smirk. She may not have been the sharpest bulb in the drawer, but she knew good and gosh darn well what was pressed against her. Gyrating slightly, seeing the distressed, flustered expression on the stud’s face, she rubbed her moistening loins against his crotch.
“Daddy,” she began, “do you want a little help with that?”
Peeking down at her, seeing her top shift to reveal one diamond-hard nipple, he stiffened in more ways than one. Snaking down his pant leg, struggling against the fabric, his stallionhood grew to full mast. To say that the situation was awkward would be a complete understatement, as two wholly different portions of his mind vied for dominance.
His paternal instincts demanded to know what he was doing, popping wood over his own flesh and blood, but his natural, stallionly urges, taking a keen interest in the healthy, doubtlessly fertile mare shamelessly grinding her loins against his erection begged him to seize the moment and plow her brains out. Feeling like the man in the middle, pulled between diametrically opposed impulses, he was spared an ignominious fate, or so he thought. As Dash unseated herself, standing and sauntering over to the entertainment center, she casually dropped to her knees, bent forward, and began rifling around through the assortment of DVDs.
“I haven’t seen this movie in forever!” she gleefully exclaimed. Fishing out one of her childhood favorites, a film about a group of fanciful children called humans, she lifted the movie and twisted her head to the side. “Daddy, can we watch it together?”
His jaw hung open, his mouth watered, and he registered the subtle sound of tearing cloth, as he got an unabashed look at her slavering marehood. Her rosy, pink interior, surrounded by dark, meaty flesh of her nethers was too perfect, irresistible by any standard, and his id had had just about enough of it. Imbued with a preternatural strength, bursting the inseam of his slacks, his stallionhood leapt into the cool air.
The pair froze, gazing at one another, as a silence fell upon them. Though they didn’t say a word, they each had one thing on their mind - what sinful pleasures the other had to offer. Slowly spinning around, remaining on all fours, the mare nonchalantly crawled over the carpet and towards the petrified stud. Inching closer and closer, hungrily licking her lips, she reached his barely parted knees and prized his legs apart.
“Daddy, you’re so big,” she reverently whispered, cautiously extending one hand.
Seeing her move at a leisurely pace, Bow knew he could stop her, grab her wrist and put an end to the insane afternoon, but he couldn’t move - heck, he could barely think. Closer and closer her hand crept, seemingly moving in slow motion, until it was too late. As her delicate fingers wrapped around the base of his length, sending a bolt of pleasure up his spine, he realized too late that his indecision had cost him dearly.
Leaning back and coming into a kneeling position, Dash shuffled to the couch and stroked her Daddy’s profound stallionhood. Though she hadn’t been with that many guys before, not a single one of her former partners was anywhere close to his endowment. Thicker than her wrist, too fat to fit her digits all the way around, his tool was, like the rest of him, was perfect. As she bent forward, angling his length towards her face, she opened her mouth and peeked up at his face.
The heady aroma of him, both intoxicating and familiar, filled her sinuses and inspired her onward, yet the scent was only one facet to what made her Daddy so fantastic. He was big, strong, kind hearted, and too handsome for words, the perfect lover for any mare. Giving the tip of his shaft a tiny kiss, maintaining eye contact with him, she slipped him past her lips and into her awaiting muzzle.
As the salty, earthy flavors washed over her tongue, her marehood eagerly constricted upon itself. The sensation of his velvety skin against her tongue, his virile musk filling her sinuses, the taste of his sweat and pre-cum coating her palate - every element he had to offer was captivating to a fault, making her feel both humbled and unimaginably thankful that he was a part of her life. He was and always had been an incredible father, and now she’d finally be able to repay him in the best way a mare could.
“F...fuck,” Bow grunted, subconsciously grabbing her head and pulling her down his shaft.
The sight of his indigo cock disappearing into her cerulean snout was bewitching, but not bewitching as the feeling of the astounding blowjob. He’d gotten his dick sucked more times than he could count, both from Windy and a number of mares before he’d gotten hitched, but he struggled to think of one who could work his dick like Dash was. Though he was reluctant to admit it, feeling somewhat shameful for actually enjoying what his daughter was doing, she had her mother beat by leaps and bounds.
Settling into the couch, with his inhibitions gradually being crushed by his amorous impulses, he tightened his grip on the back of her skull. The chances of anyone catching them were slim to none, since they had neighbors who mostly kept to themselves, giving him one more reason to let things play out naturally - after all, it wasn’t like he was the one who’d initiated the scandalous event! Peering down at the mare, as she steadily bobbed her head, a shuddering breath escaped him.
The sound of his deep sigh warmed Dash’s heart, although it reminded her that she was hardly doing everything she could to please him. Continuing to jack him off with one hand, she pulled her top down, unveiled her heaving bosoms, and inched herself closer to him. Giving someone a tit-job wouldn’t have been possible before Twilight’s little accident, but now she was more than capable of putting all of her new body to work.
Rearing back, freeing her muzzle with a light Pop, she dribbled a cocktail of saliva and pre-cum over her cleavage. With the sofa being relatively low to the floor, and her dearest Daddy perched at the very edge of his seat, she bent forward, released his stallionhood, and sandwiched his twitching tool between her breasts. While she would have rather sucked him off to finish, earning a rich load right down her throat, this wasn’t about her - no, this was showing him just how much of a loving daughter she really was.
With her arms to either side of her rack, she squeezed her melons together and began her bodacious boob job. She wasn’t sure how good of a job she was doing, considering it was the first time she’d done it to someone, but the way he excitedly watched her made her think she was doing well. Dipping her head, looking away from his face, she licked and suckled the head of his cock.
Reflexively bucking his hips, driving his length between her pillowy breasts and into her muzzle, Bow bit his lip. He was fighting a losing battle, failing to stop himself from taking advantage of the situation, and he wasn’t sure how long he was going to be able to hold out. Regardless of if she was his kid or not, he was just a simple stallion - a simple, blue-balled, painfully horny stallion, and he could only hold out for so long.
It didn’t help that he’d always imagined how amazing it would be to tit-fuck a busty, curvaceous broad, but he could never have fathomed he’d be able to live out his fantasy, let alone with his daughter! Glancing to the door, feeling his restraint withering away, he quickly checked the lock. Even though it would have been very unlikely that any unexpected visitors appeared, he wasn’t about to take any chances, not after everything that had happened in the last hour.
“D - Mmmmph - Dash, Sweetheart?” he whimpered, catching her attention and causing her to slow. “Can we stop for just a second? I don’t want anyone walking in on us.”
Looking over her shoulder, seeing what held his attention, Dash seamlessly shot to her feet, strutted to the door, and turned the lock. Be darned if anyone was going to distract her Daddy from bonding with her, especially since he was finally getting into it, so she was more than happy to ensure they weren’t interrupted. As she turned around and sashayed back, noting how his eyes stayed locked on her chest, she smirked.
“Do you like ‘em, Daddy?” she purred, cupping one bosom in each hand. Hefting her breasts with one forearm, coating her fur with the makeshift lube she’d drooled over herself, she reached for her hip. “Or would you rather have a better look at…”
Bow’s eyes widened, as she unzipped her skirt and let the article fall free. Her marehood was picturesque, with a little tuft of pubic hair fashioned into a bolt of lighting on her crotch, and seeing it was the embodiment of temptation. Cadance may have been the Princess of love, but he’d somehow found himself facing what he could only describe as the personification of Aphrodite herself.
“Maybe we should take this to the…” his suggestion to move to the bedroom died, as she bounded over, jiggling all the way, and gently pushed him into his seat.
“You sit right there, Daddy, let your baby-girl handle it,” she cooed, slipping her hands to his shoulders.
Stepping forward, straddling him on the sofa, she slid her groin over his turgid length. Feeling his immense cock against her snatch was almost good enough to get her off right then and there, but she wouldn’t be satisfied with that - not when there was a much better way they could enjoy their time together. Situating herself, with his shaft nestled between her buns, she raised her waist and brought her entrance to the battering ram-like head of his member.
For the second time in short order, Bow realized he was at a crossroads. He could either put an end to her debaucherous hijinks, saving himself from a level of depravity which he never thought he’d encounter, or he could do nothing and let her impale herself on him. The moment the tip of his shaft kissed her sex, taunting him with the warmth she afforded, his composure shattered outright. His hands sailed to her hips, gracing her downy coat and supple flesh, as he pulled her downward.
In one smooth, swift motion, he hilted himself within her snug, heavenly canal. Far, far tighter than Windy ever was, even in her youth, the sensation gave him a euphoric moment for pause. It was like the pearly gates had opened, welcoming him in heaven’s embrace. Grappling with what may have been the best and most beautiful pussy he’d ever seen or touched, he was completely oblivious to his daughter’s profound, yet totally different reaction.
Positively beaming, noting the blissfully stunned expression on her Daddy’s face, Dash only gave herself a fraction of a second to acclimate. Her marehood was absolutely stuffed, stretched to its maximum capacity in an instant, yet that wasn’t going to stop her - after all, she knew her Daddy was going to push her limits. Leaning in, quite literally burying his ruggedly attractive face in her cleavage, she braced her legs, extended her wings, and raised her hips.
The base of his shaft slipped from her, drawing out her lower lips, before she slammed her weight back down against him. Exquisitely full, sensing him straining against her womb, she stifled a whimper. Not once had any stallion filled her so completely, yet she was immediately in love with the feeling and the incredible stallion beneath her. Weathering the storm of pleasure, downright forcing herself to move, she set to riding him like a seasoned veteran.
Blinded by her bosoms, beset by the divine sensation of her marehood, Bow shifted his grip and sank his fingers into the gloriously plump buns of her backside. Like molten silk, the stuff colts had wet dreams about, her sex stimulated him in ways that bordered on the unbelievable, yet she had so much more to offer. Her natural, feminine bouquet, the sounds of her soft moans, and the taste of her sweat on his lips were the perfect complements for the hedonistic affair, spurring him onward and making him feel like a young buck again.
Bracing his feet on the floor, taking care to get her rhythm down, he savagely thrust upward to meet her descent. As their groins impacted, feeling himself bottom her out, her guttural, whorish moan was like a symphony. Eager for an encore, holding her tightly he bucked a second time, then a third and fourth, until he was railing her with all the vim and vigor he could muster. He may not have been as young as he used to be, but be darned if he wasn’t going to give her an afternoon she’d never forget.
He was used to being the assertive one in the bedroom, a fact which Windy had learned all too well, so taking the wheel was second nature to him. Much to his amazement, as he pounded into Dash, she recovered from the ruthless plowing in no time flat. Simultaneously astonished and proud of his daughter, he met each and every one of her descents with a buck of his hips.
Squealing out, Dash ran her fingers through his short-cropped mane. Her womb was besieged, battered by his titanic cock, as he rutted her. More than simple sex, he was claiming her, using her like she was his, and her passion soared because of it. Pulling his head back, she twisted her torso and brought his muzzle to one teat. If she was going to commit herself to him, swearing fealty to his might, she was going to make sure he relished everything she had to offer.
Instinctively nursing on her breast, lightly nibbling on her perky nipple, the final vestiges of his hesitation crumbled away to nothing. Adjusting his positioning, moving her as though she weighed nothing at all, he scraped his medial ring over her g-spot. She’d started the whole lecherous affair, enticing him with her otherworldly looks and immoral advances, so he had no qualms about putting her in her place.
As he wrapped one arm around her back, holding her tightly to himself, his free hand snaked into the cleft of her rump. A lifetime of experience with his beloved mate, as well as a handful of encounters when he was a teen, had given him a veritable cornucopia of tricks to use against lusty harlots. Prodding her pucker, knowing he’d found his mark, he jammed his finger into her ass.
Lost to the moment, thoroughly enjoying herself, Dash hadn’t noticed just how close she’d gotten to the edge. Serving her Daddy was everything she’d imagined and then some, pushing her incrementally closer to release with every plunge of his godly stallionhood, but the sensation of his thick digit in her behind was the final nail in her coffin. Her eyes rolled wildly, her motions crashed to a halt, and a geyser of marish nectar erupted from her sex.
Rapture was a word she’d used many times, falsely attributing it to the sensation of a climax, but the orgasm which sundered the foundations of her carnal understanding made her comprehend just how wrong she’d been. Raw, unrefined ecstasy surged through her body, setting every nerve alight and cementing what she’d already known - that her Daddy was, without a doubt, the best and most impressive stallion she’d ever met. Somehow sensing him throbbing within her, flaring against her cervix, she hauled his face into her tit and gave voice to her deepest, darkest desires.
“Breed me,” she howled, clamping her snatch around the very base of his shaft, “make me your mare!!!”
The desperate plea was Bow’s undoing, crushing what little self-restraint he had left. Between the sensual surprise of confronting a drop-dead gorgeous young woman, being given an impromptu peep-show, and receiving a breathtaking blow-job, his ordinary stamina was tried and found lacking. Grunting into her tit, screwing his eyes closed, his churning balls sent a torrent of thick, potent spunk through his pulsing shaft.
His seed bathed her interior, seeping through her inner gate and straight into her awaiting foal-factory. Though neither of them knew it at the time, enrapt by the shared moment, Dash’s transformation had done more than just modify her mind and aesthetic. Her heightened sexuality had been accompanied by an exponentially elevated fertility, quite literally making her the ultimate broodmare. As billions of sperm flooded into her, questing to complete their mindless mission, a lone egg drifted towards the oncoming tide.
Recovering in record time, wrenching her father’s head away, she passionately locked lips with the still-climaxing stallion and rode out her bliss. He’d given her everything she’d ever wanted, whether either of them fully realized it or not, and she couldn’t have been happier. As far as she was concerned, even if Twilight could undo whatever sorcery had transformed her, she wished for nothing more than to become her Daddy’s homemaker - barefoot and pregnant, tending to the house in his stead.
Breathing hotly over her face, returning her kiss, he plunged his tongue into her maw. As the high of his climax was replaced by the euphoric fuzziness of a mind-boggling lay, he comprehended what he’d just done. Interestingly enough, he felt only the barest trace of remorse - not because he’d ended up fucking his daughter, but because he hadn’t done so sooner. It wasn’t until she pulled back, leaving a strand of saliva connecting them, did he clear his throat and gather the courage to speak.
“Don’t tell your mom about this,” he wheezed, feeling her clench around his softening length.
“I won’t, Daddy, but you have to do something for me,” she hummed, bringing her muzzle to his ear. “As long as I get to sleep in your bed tonight, I won’t tell anyone…”
Despite having just blown a tremendous load, his semi-erect stallionhood twitched at the thought of sleeping with her. Even if they didn’t do anything raunchy for the rest of the evening, he could already tell that the randy rendezvous with his then-obscene daughter was just the first of many such endeavors. Unable to hold back his grin, he playfully smacked her rump and bucked his hips.
In the blink of an eye, as soon as she awoke, Dash smacked her lips and plastered herself to the slumbering stallion and stroked her cheek against his lower chest. The room absolutely reeked of sweat and sex, setting her heart aflutter. Despite his long day at work, and the surprise of finding her waiting for him, his coltish vigor saw them through most of the night before either of them got any rest.
Subconsciously stroking his side, with her hand drifting closer to his hip, she turned her head and peered towards his crotch. Many would argue that he was past his prime, being older and more mature than a good number of stallions, but his performance in the bedroom, as well as the living room and bathroom, had been downright divine. As she grinned at the thought of him and his magnificent cock, her eyes locked on the bulge at his groin.
She wasn’t sure what time it was, but she’d heard that there was no better way to wake up a lover than with a good-morning blowjob. Peeking up at his face, ensuring that he was still asleep, she cautiously slipped under the sheets and slowly crept towards her target. The ambrosial, masculine scent of his loins flooded her sinuses in no time flat, as she spotted his semi-erect tool. Though she’d taken a thorough pounding the night prior, likely having dregs of his final two loads within herself, her marehood winked in anticipation of being filled.
Leaning in, bringing her snout to his thick shaft, she drew a deep breath through her nose and shuddered. Each and every part of him, from the tips of his toes to his neatly kept mane, was heavenly. The mere thought of pleasing him, paired with smelling his wondrous scent, chipped away at her higher functions and practically forced her to act. Caving under the crushing weight of her impulses, dragging her tongue across his length, she coated her taste buds in the salty, tangy remnants of their sinful evening.
Bow cracked an eye and squinted, but it wasn’t the sun that had roused him - no, it was the peculiar sensation of something against his nethers that had wrenched him from his sleep. His waking mind, fogged from the sudden and wholly unexpected stimulation, struggled to comprehend what was happening. It was exceedingly rare for Windy to suck him off, typically only dolling out that type of affection on special occasions, which added a layer of confusion to the moment. Grabbing and lifting the blanket, seeing the rainbow mane and closed, contented eyes of the mare lovingly servicing him, the memories came flooding back.
He hadn’t just found his daughter attractive, he’d wound up doing all manner of sinful, very unfatherly things to her - not to mention he’d emptied his balls into or on her at least three times. Watching her lovingly suckle on his rapidly hardening length, torn on if he should stop her, he remained motionless. The stallion in him practically begged him to grab her head and jam his shaft into her muzzle, yet his paternal side pleaded for him to stop her.
In the end, as he glanced over at his bedside clock, the lecherous decision solved itself. Apparently, having exhausted himself with the marathon fuck-fest the evening prior, he’d forgotten to set his alarm - a negligent move which bit him squarely on the ass. Pushing himself up on one arm, while gently shoving his lusty, curvaceous daughter away, he swung his legs over the side of the mattress.
“D...Daddy?” Dash meekly inquired, seeing the studly stallion stomp over to his dresser. “Is everything alright?”
“I’m late for work,” he flatly grunted, snatching a pair of slacks, boxers, and a polo from out of his dresser.
Her ears flattened back, both saddened and angry at herself for upsetting his routine. She really hadn’t meant to make him tardy for work, though she knew that she was at least partially responsible for the debacle. As she rolled to the side of the bed and got to her feet, seeing him struggling to get dressed, she was stricken with an idea.
Though she couldn’t turn back time and set his alarm, there was something she could do to help him - something any proper homemaker could do. Traipsing past him, as naked as the day she was born, she skipped out of the room and towards the kitchen. Since her precious Daddy wouldn’t have time to make himself breakfast, much less any sort of lunch, preparing him a meal was the least she could do for him.
Leaving his silent cursing and grumbling behind him, unsure of just how long she had to whip something together, she moved with as much speed as she could muster - sure, she may not have been as toned or aerodynamic as she’d been a few days ago, but that didn’t mean she was some slow, ponderous mare! Hastily surveying the cabinets and refrigerator for supplies, she gathered up a few select items and stepped to the counter.
“Babe? Fuck - I mean, Dash?” Bow called, uncertain as to where the little harlot had gone off to.
The last thing he needed was for anyone to see her traipsing about in the house in the buff, especially since Windy wasn’t home, so he’d need to set a few rules for her. Awkwardly hopping on one leg, moving to the window, he drew the blinds and got his pants on. Celestia help him if people started asking questions about why a busty bombshell was in or around his house!
“Dash?” he repeated, rushing into the bathroom. “Sweetie, can you do me a favor?”
Peeking at his reflection, he grimaced. There were bags under his eyes, the stubble on his jaw was markedly pronounced, and he probably smelled like he’d spent a sleepless night with a cheap hooker - which was only half right. Simultaneously attempting to brush his teeth and wipe down his torso with a dampened wash cloth, he prayed none of the guys at the office would say anything, even if they noticed how rough he looked.
“In a minute, Daddy! I’m busy right now,” Dash hollered, merrily focusing on her task.
The mention of Sweetie and Babe warmed the deepest depths of her heart, filling her with an inspiration like she’d never known. While she wasn’t sure what he was shouting at her for, it didn’t matter; regardless of what he wanted, she’d attempt whatever it was to the best of her ability. Stepping back and bending over, rummaging around in the lower cabinet for some tupperware and matching lids, she blithely swung her hips from side to side.
“Dash, what are you…” the words died in Bow’s throat, as he rounded the corner and spied the immaculately presented, heart shaped booty near his refrigerator.
The sight wasn’t just attractive, which would have been bad enough, but he knew good and damned well just how soft and warm her succulent rear was. Feeling himself growing hard, seeing her straighten up and beam over at him, he falteringly smiled. For a fleeting second, the mere literal blink of an eye, his id raged, asking him why his honest to goodness wife no longer showed herself off or treated him like a king.
“Wait wait!” she bleated, lifting and wagging a finger. “Don’t you move a muscle!”
“O...ok…?” he questioningly blurted, instinctively doing as asked.
Only just managing to finish putting everything together, slipping the plastic bins and sealed bags into her old lunch box, which she’d happened upon in her foraging, she spun around, bounced over to him, and presented her gift. Realistically, she knew her peace offering was nothing all that special, but it made her feel a tiny bit better about the whole disastrous morning. As he looked up and to her eyes, seeing his unreadable expression, she looked away.
“I...I know Mom probably does this for you all the time, but a big, strong, wonderful stallion like you needs to eat. It’s not much, but I made you a peanut butter sandwich and apple for breakfast, some carrot sticks and celery for lunch, and I threw in a cookie because you’re so sweet,” she explained, feeling her cheeks starting to glow. “If I had more time, I would’ve made something a bit better for you…”
“It...It’s fine…” he breathed, taken aback by the profound gesture.
He couldn’t remember the last time Windy had made him lunch without him asking, yet that wasn’t what had him surprised. His baby-girl genuinely felt bad for the debacle! Her words, her expression, and the fact that she’d gone to the trouble to make him not one but two meals spoke volumes, demolishing his frustration outright. Shaking his head, knowing he couldn’t stay to dote on her, he took the offering and started towards the front door.
“Just do me a favor and stay inside today,” he instructed. As his hand came to rest on the doorknob, after having turned the lock, he closed his eyes. “And don’t answer the door unless it’s me, alright?”
Following along behind him, Dash nodded. “Don’t go outside and don’t open the door - I got it, Daddy!” she giggled.
“I’ll be back after my shift,” he sighed, feeling strangely remorseful to depart. Turning his head to peek back at her, hoping nothing would happen to her in his absence, he found his lips pressed to hers.
Having scampered to his side, she leapt up, wrapping her arms around his neck, and gave him a fleeting kiss. The bit of affection was brief, lasting less than a second, but the sensation of her hands against him, the hint of her scent, and sight of her enchanting, cerise eyes sundered his concentration, nearly making him forget what he was supposed to be doing. Mercifully, the moment was over as soon as it began, with the caring mare releasing him and stepping away.
“Be safe, Daddy,” she whispered, her smile wavering. “I’ll be here waiting for you.”
He opened his mouth to reply, but couldn’t find the words. Giving a curt nod, nearly forcing himself to open the door, he stepped outside, extended his wings, and took to the sky. It wasn’t that he wanted to leave, but he understood that the longer he stayed in her presence the harder it would be to get away. As he sailed through the heavens, en route to the Weather Factory, he glanced down at the lunch box in his grip, knit his brow, and pressed onward.
Lingering in the open doorway, heedless of her own nudity, Dash watched her Daddy depart. While she was hopeful that her little gift had improved his mood, she could still kick herself for the gaffe of causing him to sleep in. As a stiff, cool breeze washed over her bare flesh, sending a shiver up her spine, she stepped inside and closed the door behind herself.
She wasn’t the slightest bit bothered that he’d asked her to stay at home and tend the house, for a number of reasons. After their little romp the night before, the house was in dire need of some TLC. The bed sheets needed washing, there were likely a few dried remnants of spunk on the carpet, the bathroom was a mess, and those were just from what they’d done together! Without her mother around to help, her poor Daddy had practically been living in squalor!
Strolling through the living room, noting a few emptied cans on the coffee table, her concern turned to hardened determination. Her Daddy deserved a mare to properly look after and serve him, tending to his needs like a proper housewife, and she’d be darned if she’d let him go without. As she stomped into the kitchen, grabbing a to-do list off the refrigerator, she sat down and started to write. It wouldn’t be easy, but she was going to make sure all his needs were met by the time he got home.
...
Playing his fingers over the lunch box, Bow wistfully smiled down at the careworn container. He’d spent the first half of his shift distracted, musing on the enchanting young mare he’d left at home, and he felt certain that the rest of the day would be much the same. It wasn’t like he wanted to dwell on how his daughter had magically become a paragon of femininity, yet he couldn’t keep her from his thoughts. Munching away at a carrot stick, wondering what she was up to in his stead, he peeked up at the large, wall-mounted clock in the cafeteria. Quitting time couldn’t come soon enough.
Dash wiped her brow, looked down at the tiled floor, and nodded in approval. She’d cleaned the bathroom from top to bottom, after dealing with the heap of dirty laundry in the corner, which meant she could move on to the next job. Nearly half of the day had already passed, even though it had felt like no time at all, reminding her to pick up the pace. There was still a lot left to do, and she wouldn’t settle for anything less than perfection for her Daddy.
...
The final hours of Bow’s shift seemed to drag by, as he’d feared, but he was eventually able to punch out and begin his trip home. Ordinarily one to take his time, flying at a leisurely pace, he soared like a blue-blur through the clouds. It wasn’t that he was worried about his baby-girl - well, maybe a little bit worried - but his primary concern was simply wanted to be with her, to see her charming smile, to hold her, to smell her delicate -
“Watch out!” a marish voice shouted, shaking him from his thoughts and causing him to veer hard to his right.
Looking over his shoulder, he sheepishly smiled and waved at the confused, somewhat upset looking little mailmare. “Sorry!”
What in the world had gotten into him? He’d been acting like a smitten youth all day, and over his daughter no less! The last and only time he recalled being in such a sorry state was decades ago, back when he’d first met Windy, but even that wasn’t nearly as bad! Beating his wings for all his worth, spotting his cottage on the horizon, he pushed the envelope. Though he couldn’t understand why he felt so lovesick, he did know that his not-so-little girl had been waiting all day for him to return.
Practically rocketing to his front door, flying harder and faster than he had in ages, he scanned the windows. Fortunately enough, almost all of the blinds were closed or curtains drawn - almost. Spotting movement from within the kitchen, he slowed and descended to the doorstep. As he reached into his pocket and grabbed his key, keenly remembering the ambush from the day before, he cautiously let himself inside.
“Babe - darn it - Dash?” he called, making a mental note not to give her a wholly inappropriate pet name.
“I’m in here!” she shot back, her voice carrying to the entryway.
Taking some comfort that she hadn’t jumped ship, yet skeptical that she’d found anything even remotely appropriate to wear, he crept through the living room and towards the kitchen. He couldn’t be completely sure where she was lurking, but between the direction of her voice and having seen someone in the kitchen, he had a pretty good guess as to where she was. Left to assume she was getting herself a snack or drink, hearing the faint sounds of movement ahead, his innocent thoughts were sundered at the sight of her.
Bearing naught but an apron, with her entire back half exposed, she peered back at him and grinned. Her sumptuous backside, bare back, and the way her bosoms could be seen peeking from either side of her slender chest were breathtaking, though her coy, knowing smirk was probably her most arousing feature. There was no possible way she didn’t know what she was doing, lying in wait while wearing something so skimpy, and simply laying eyes on her was enough to stoked the smoldering embers of his lust.
“W...what are you doing?” he stammered, attempting to distract himself from the soft curves of her slender waist, ample hips, and mountainous chest.
“I was just making some banana pudding to go with dinner,” she murmured, noticing what held his attention, “but…”
She fell silent, taking her hands off the large bowl and reaching behind herself. She’d known roughly when he was going to get home, which had allowed her to enact her carefully laid and licentious machinations. A homemaker’s duty was to tend to her stallion, which meant a number of things; cooking, cleaning, and tending to the house were important, but no less important than ensuring their lover was stress free, and there were few things more relaxing than blowing off some steam. Sinking her fingers into the supple buns of her rear, prizing her cheeks apart, she bent forward ever so slightly and arched her back.
“If you want to have dessert before dinner,” she purred, spying the growing swell in his slacks, “you could always help me make a cream pie.”
Bow’s heart roared, sending his pulse skyrocketing. Her delivery was, in a word, flawless. The heavily lidded eyes, the way she lifted and spread her ass, and her sultry, sin-dripping tone eclipsed anything he’d ever witnessed before, rivaling or surpassing even professional porn stars in magnitude. Taking a timid step closer, driven by the hormones coursing through his veins, he railed against his desires - that was, she upped the ante.
With all the smooth, sensual elegance of a ballerina, she lifted one leg, rested her knee on the counter, and pressed her bosoms to the hard surface. It had been enthralling enough to see her wearing only an apron, but the glimpse of her rosy, pink interior, coupled with the knowledge of just how astounding she felt wrapped around him, proved too much to bear. Without so much as a second thought, he loosened his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and strode over to her.
There was no possible way that any self-respecting stallion could deny an invitation of her caliber, and he was no exception. His pants drifted down his legs, allowing him to effortlessly kick them away, as he reached out and softly caressed her tush. Though it may have been his baser yearnings talking, a part of him came to a startling realization; Dash wasn’t just an incredible daughter, she had all the trappings of a flawless wife.
“Daddy,” she cooed, gazing into his eyes, “there’s something I forgot.”
“What?” he breathed, his hand mindlessly wandered down her rear and towards her nethers.
Without batting an eye, sensing his weakness, she struck the final blow. “You gotta put a bun in my oven…”
Practically fumbling for his underwear, Bow pulled his stallionhood free. The reservations he had about doing something so immoral, committing adultery with his own flesh and blood, evaporated outright, as the tip of his length kissed her drooling, engorged entrance. Able to withstand it no longer, firmly gripping her hips, he ground his shaft into her warm, slick depths.
Delectably tight, hot, and juicy as hell, her marehood embraced him like none other. It wasn’t like he’d fucked that many mares before, having only bedded a small handful in his day, but none could compare to his daughter. Delving deeper, only stopping with the head of his cock bore against her cervix, he braced his legs and steadied himself.
Extending one arm behind herself, while her free hand shot to her clit, Dash brushed her fingers against his upper thigh. “I want it hard, Daddy…”
Apparently eager to oblige, or too turned on to care about giving her anything less than his best, he gave her just what she wanted. Like a locomotive departing from a station, starting at a slow, unstoppable pace, he started plowing her. Arching her back, allowing him to use every astonishing inch of his long, impossibly thick stallionhood, her breasts slipped from the countertop and gently swung beneath her.
The sensation of him filling her, titillating each and every nerve within her stuffed canal, was beyond words, something akin to a spiritual experience. The few times she’d gotten intimate with other guys seemed downright pitiful compared to her precious Daddy. Tightening on his backstrokes, while relaxing on his thrusts, she teased and rubbed her throbbing clit.
She couldn’t say how many mares he’d had before her, barring her mother, but she wondered how he hadn’t cultivated a harem for himself. A veritable pillar of masculinity, with adonic good looks, herculean strength, and a jaw-dropping body, he was everything any woman could ever ask for in a man and then some - heck, knowing that he found her worthy of his attention, making use of her to sate himself, was as or more stimulating than the physical sensations themselves!
Pushing back to meet his plunges, slapping her rump against his pounding hips, a needy moan escaped her. Truth be told, she may have taken a break or two to get herself off in his stead. Simply smelling him on his used clothes, particularly his underwear, had been enough to shatter her concentration - still, the paltry masturbation didn’t hold a candle to the real deal. Angling her head to the side, appreciating his set jaw and gritted teeth, she licked her lips. As amazing as the moment was, there was one thing that could make it slightly better.
“D...Daddy,” she whimpered, drawing his attention from her bouncing ass to her face, “this part of me needs a little attention too…”
Closing her eyes and expectantly pursing her lips, she held her breath. Seducing him had been fretful enough, with no guarantee that he’d take her, yet she couldn’t help but ask for more. His motions slowed, if only a fraction of a degree, as his broad, powerful chest came to rest against her back. Just feeling him against her was enough to make her swoon, but that was just the beginning. His lips pressed against hers, his breath washed over her face, and his tongue pressed into her muzzle, as he deeply kissed her.
Bow couldn’t stop himself from the romantic gesture, not after everything she’d done. She was making him dinner, hadn’t left the house, and had even gone the extra mile by donning the apron - all for him. As he fondled her bosoms, blindly groping for her large, perky nipples, a thought occurred. She wouldn’t just make a magnificent bride, given the body she had, he had little doubt that she’d make an unparalleled mother.
Unwittingly moving harder and faster, pummeling her cunt, he groaned into her mouth while hotly making out with her. Even when Windy wasn’t absent, he rarely got to experience tenderness of such a degree. He really did love his wife dearly, but her enthusiasm had dwindled over the past several years. His own needs had been neglected for so long, having virtually gone dormant, that the sudden, almost non-stop amorous attention had become irresistible.
Unlike Windy, he still pined for the throes of passion. She did occasionally relent, and had the periodic wild moment here or there, but it wasn’t nearly enough for him - in fact, it had never been. Having Dash was, without a doubt, the pinnacle achievement of his life, yet his love life had steadily declined afterwards. If he’d had the slightest inkling that his pride and joy, the very apple of his eye, would wind up being such an impeccable lover, he may have crossed the taboo line with her long ago.
Twisting her perky teats, having found the delicate little buds, he snorted. Not only were her looks, personality, and carnal embrace beyond reproach, but she had the fortitude to buck back against him, giving as good as she got. Wanting - no, needing to assert himself, fundamentally driven by his primal instincts to claim her, he increased his pace. So help him, she’d called down the thunder, and now she was going to reap the whirlwind.
Dash’s eyelids fluttered, her fingers graced his pistoning shaft, and the all too familiar feeling of an impending climax radiated through her core, while the stud - her stud hammered into her. This was where she belonged, serving such an extraordinary stallion, even if it had taken her years to fully realize it. Clenching around his length, fighting each and every withdrawal, his swinging, plump, full nuts slapped against her digits.
Though she’d had no possible way of knowing his thoughts had drifted to her as a mother, the very same notion insidiously took root within her. If being a homemaker was a mare’s duty, rearing an adorable little filly, colt, or possibly both sat as the zenith for any respectable female. Summoning a strength she didn’t know she had, pushing herself up on one hand, she redoubled her efforts to get him off and earn the virile load he was storing up for her.
Wild imaginings of herself traipsing through the house, positively gravid and with gargantuan, milk-filled bosoms sent her into a frenzy. To be knocked up by any stud would be spectacular, but to have her Daddy sow his seed within her, creating life with the stallion she loved above all others, was compelling to a fault - sure, she may have already been inseminated by him, but she was blissfully ignorant to that fact.
Twisting her head to the side, freeing her muzzle from his thick, powerful tongue, she gazed longingly at him. She had to ask him for the greatest gift of all, something that nobody else was worthy of giving her, and so she drew a shaky breath and steeled her resolve. Even if he rejected her plea, at least she could say she’d tried.
“D...daddy,” she implored, fiercely bucking back against him, “p...please breed me!”
The demure request undid Bow on a fundamental level, reducing him to little more than a beast. He’d never forgotten the night of Dash’s conception, following a protracted evening of lovemaking that stretched into the wee hours of the morning, and he’d secretly craved to relive it ever since. He absolutely adored being a father, to the point of practically begging Windy to have another child, yet he only had one daughter - a daughter he was mere moments from blowing a load into.
Unsure of what to say, or if anything could be said at all, he let his actions speak for him. Teetering on the edge, having wistfully thought of the overly-affectionate, seductress who’d been home waiting for him, his stamina drew thin. Any guy could only last so long when fucking a goddess, and his time was quickly reaching an end.
Pulling out all the stops, throwing his self-control to the wind, he unleashed his full potential - every bit of his strength, speed, and techniques he’d developed over the decades came to the fore, as he went all-out. Though he could have continued kissing her, he had something better in mind. Straightening up, he grabbed her shoulder and moved his free hand to her mouth.
As his large, calloused fingers moved over her cheek, Dash turned her head, opened her mouth, and wrapped her pouting lips around two of his digits; although it wasn’t nearly as rewarding as sucking on his fat, vascular dick, she’d heard that some stallions liked that sort of attention. She was so close, so very close to cumming that she couldn’t think straight. Thankfully, sensing him throb within her, she wouldn’t have to hold out for long.
Her thighs quivered, her knees buckled, and she felt as though her heart might explode, yet she held herself back. Every pulse of his stallionhood was stronger than the last, and the sheer intensity of his expanding flair tested her limits. Mercifully, her perseverance paid off. As his deep, throaty grunt sailed to her ear, just as she felt him tense, an overwhelming, mind-shattering heat surged into her and sent her sailing over the edge.
Her climactic howl cut through the air, filling the room with the sound of her rapturous bliss. All her efforts paid off in an instant, as he was rocked with a soul-rending orgasm. Maybe it was because she hadn’t seen him all day, or perhaps it was because she’d only first sampled the fleshly delights he had to offer the night prior - regardless, she didn’t think she’d ever cum so hard in her entire life.
Nearly collapsing to the counter, only barely able to remain standing, she rode out the blissful onslaught. Her marehood trembled uncontrollably, painting his groin, package, upper legs, and floor below with her nectar. If she hadn’t been knocked up before, given the immeasurable size and unquestionable potency of his foal-batter, she felt certain that he’d just made her a mother to be.
As Bow hilted, pumping his seed directly into her womb, he held the quivering mare firmly in place. Caving to his urges to breed a mare would have been questionable by any standard, but he’d done something all the more scandalous - he’d just knocked up his daughter. Somehow, in spite of the madness of it all, a deep, almost preternatural contentment mingled with his ecstasy.
He’d given her just what she’d asked for, yet she’d given him something in return - peace. Leaning over her, he brought his muzzle to hers and kissed her. Somehow, as unthinkable as it was, he knew they were made for one another. More than simply a father and daughter, there was a connection much deeper between them. With their bodies and souls entwined, riding out the cathartic euphoria with one another, their tongues met.
Time passed, and the pair grew still, before they pulled away and looked at one another. Though they didn’t say a word, they each knew that they couldn’t stay tied together forever. The kitchen was a mess, items had been knocked from the counter, the floor desperately needed a thorough mopping, and they were both covered in sweat - still, neither wished to relinquish the moment.
Standing tall and stepping away, dragging his semi-rigid length from her, Bow stooped down and scooped his mate into a princess carry. Dinner could wait - hell, cleaning up could wait; the only thing he cared about was getting them into the shower before they did anything else. As he strode out of the kitchen and towards his room, ferrying his daughter in his arms, a genuine smile graced his lips. Regardless of what happened later, or what had caused his baby-girl to blossom into the amazing woman she now was, he couldn’t be happier…
“Got any plans for the weekend, Bow?” Sky Stinger asked.
Retrieving his emptied lunch box from his locker, Bow smiled to himself. “Nothing in particular. I’m just gonna go home, put my feet up, and relax.”
“Well whatever you’ve been doin’, keep it up. I ain’t seen you this laid back in ages! What’s your secret?” the teal stallion pressed, stepping over and playfully elbowing the larger pegasus in the ribs.
“Honestly,” Bow sighed, his grin broadening, “it’s just nice having a great mare waiting at home for me.”
Turning and trotting away, leaving his coworker behind him, he made for the exit. His statement had been true, even if he’d omitted the fact that the mare waiting for him wasn’t his wife. As he strolled out of the building and onto the foundational cloud cover, he took a deep breath of fresh, cool air, extended his wings, and took to the skies to head home.
The past two weeks couldn’t have been better, even if it had taken a bit of time to adjust to everything. Having his precious baby-girl back home was amazing, getting fresh meals and having some help around the house was great, but being able to curl up with the most attractive, loving, and good-natured mare he’d ever met, well, that just took the cake. Thinking of his daughter, an increasingly common occurrence as of late, he subconsciously increased his speed.
He’d always loved Dash with every fiber of his being, although exactly how he loved her had taken a somewhat scandalous turn as of late. The way she looked after him, cooked, and cared for the house would have been admirable in and of themselves, but her looks - sweet, merciful Celestia, she was by far the most attractive woman he’d ever seen. As if having his daughter as a live-in homemaker wasn’t great enough, the sex with her was nothing short of mind boggling.
Young, curvacious, and always eager to please, with a flexibility and open mind that left absolutely nothing off the table, she’d done things to and with him that would make a whore blush! He’d been a bit hesitant to do anything shameful with her at first, being embarrassed that he’d caved to his stallionly desires the first few times, though he’d quickly come to relish sensual moments with her - hell, he’d even surprised her a few times in the last couple of days! With everything that had happened between them, disregarding the nonsensical nature of it all, there was one element that stood out amongst everything else - he was genuinely happy.
Not to say he hadn’t been content with Windy, who still happened to be away on business, but the refreshing, carefree, and at times sinful nature of Dash had rekindled his passion and invigorated his life. Simply having her around had done wonders for him, improving his overall mood and giving him more energy than he’d had in years. She was the first thing he saw every morning, and the last thing he saw before going to bed at night, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Though he had little doubt that she wouldn’t have minded him sticking with his usual routine, her presence and cheerful demeanor had had an unintended byproduct - he’d become self-conscious. He couldn’t bring himself to just let her toil over chores all day, especially with as good looking as she was, which was exactly why he’d started making little changes. If she was going to work so hard to keep him happy - by thunder, he was going to do the same for her.
First and foremost, he did what he could to help her around the house; most of the tasks he volunteered for were trivial, like cleaning the gutters or doing bits of repair work, but those weren’t the only things he’d been addressing. Outside of working at or over forty hours a week, he rarely, if ever exercised - that was, until recently. At the beginning of the week, he’s started getting up earlier than usual to jog, fly, and do some calisthenics; it wasn’t easy or particularly fun, but staying healthy was something he’d neglected for far too long.
All in all, having Dash back at home had been the best thing to happen to him in the last decade. It may have sounded silly, but his life had taken a remarkable upward turn. He felt fantastic, his typically placid attitude had improved, and if he kept up the exercise he felt sure he’d shed some weight and look better than ever! He wasn’t sure if his daughter-made-lover had noticed the changes he’d made, but it really didn’t matter if she did or didn’t; in the end, whether she knew it or not, she’d breathed fresh air into his life.
Cutting through the skies, skirting the denser portion of Cloudsdale, a billboard caught his eye. He wasn’t sure what it said, since it was quite a distance away, yet the picture was of a young couple lounging on a beach. The sight warmed his heart and gave him an idea, causing his pace to slow. It only took him a second to seize the impulsive notion, veering into town. With any luck, Dash wouldn’t be too bothered if he was a few minutes later than usual.
Ignorant to what her father was up to, but keeping him nearly perpetually in her thoughts, Dash carefreely hummed to herself and poured over the latest issue of Mare’s Health. While she’d never been all that interested in reading feminine magazines, she’d learned that there was some very useful information held in such publications - not just for mares like herself, but for all the hubbies and coltfriends of the world. Everything from beauty tips and cooking techniques to ideas for how to best service one’s stallion awaited her, making her an instant fan of the periodical.
There wasn’t much she wouldn’t do for her dearest Daddy, both in or out of the bedroom - that being said, she didn’t want to slack on the matter of keeping him happy. Making herself presentable was easy enough, as was ensuring his very healthy libido was tended to, yet there was always something more she could do to please him. After the initial excitement of moving back in with him had subsided, she’d done everything she could to develop a routine for herself - after all, if he was going to support the household, she was going to make darn sure he knew he was appreciated.
Most of her mornings started the same, showering with Bow and occasionally a bit of early lovin’, but the real work began after he left. Any chores would be attended to, ensuring the house was spotless by the time he got home, and then she’d commit herself to some exercise. She may have been young, but rocking a killer body meant she couldn’t slack on the crunches, jump rope, and plenty of squats.
It was only after she’d worked up a sweat and tended to her duties did she give herself a chance to relax, yet even that was fleeting. Dinners never cooked themselves, and there weren’t always leftovers for her Daddy to take to work, so she always made sure her big, strong stud had three healthy and filling meals a day - excluding when he chose to have her for dessert, of course. Though she always had something to keep her busy, she couldn’t remember ever being so content before.
She’d had plenty of fun on adventures with her friends, and was proud she’d helped save Equestria a handful of times, yet that felt like a past life. The major villains had been reformed or defeated, the world was at peace, and the various species of the land lived a life of harmony that they’d never known. She honestly couldn’t say what she’d be doing with herself if Twilight’s little experiment hadn’t gone awry, leading to her current circumstances, yet she felt certain that she wouldn’t have been nearly as happy doing anything else.
As absurd as it may have sounded, her new life was better than any of her old dreams or ambitions. If she’d somehow become captain of the Wonderbolts, she’d be busting her hump day in and day out, dealing with new recruits, and it realistically wouldn’t be as fun as she’d once thought. Caring for a doting, handsome, and affectionate stallion was far more rewarding than she could have ever imagined, shifting her aspirations from becoming an elite flier to that of a beloved housewife.
Housewife...The mere thought of it sent excited tingles up her spine, though the notion was bittersweet. She knew there wasn’t a stallion out there who could ever rival the perfection of Bow, no matter how much she wished there was. He’d been happily married for nearly twenty years, Windy treated him well, and they’d reared her as exceptional parents. Some part of her realized she’d never have what her mother had, as depressing as the thought was, yet that wasn’t going to stop her from enjoying her time with her Daddy - not in the slightest.
Lowering her magazine and placing it on the coffee table, she pushed herself up and stood. As she casually moved through the house, out of the living room and to the master bedroom, her thoughts began to wander. Even if Bow would never put a ring on his finger, walk with her down the aisle, or kiss her after saying his vows, that didn’t mean she couldn’t pretend she was his betrothed. Creeping to and into her mother’s closet, her eyes settled on a singular, pristine garment.
Bow had been generous enough to buy her a small wardrobe for herself, since none of her or Windy’s clothes fit her enhanced state. Unfortunately, even with the expansive selection of shops in Cloudsdale, finding articles that fit her full-figure was a herculean task. In the end, despite having intentionally selected several shirts, brassieres, shorts, a sundress, and several pairs of panties, anything she wriggled into looked rather slatternly on her. She was overjoyed with her new duds, trying each and every one of them on for Bow, but there was one ensemble she’d found herself thinking of more and more often.
Reverently reaching for the outfit, she paused. There was a very good chance it hadn’t been worn in years, possibly over a decade, and she knew all too well how significant the clothing was - still, she’d been staving off the temptation to try it on for weeks, ever since she found it. Glancing over her shoulder at the bedside clock, seeing that Bow would be home at any minute, her thoughts raced. Slipping into the attire wouldn’t be worth much if she didn’t get some feedback from her Daddy, right?
As her eyes settled on the wedding photo on the nightstand, she steeled her resolve. If she got into trouble, she could always apologize and learn from the lesson - if not, well, she’d just deal with the consequences. Kicking the door closed behind herself, lest she be happened upon while changing, she pulled at her top and began to disrobe.
Bow lifted his arm and peeked at his watch, kicking himself for being so late. If he’d know how long his little pit stop was going to take, he wouldn’t have bothered in the first place. Unfortunately, with hindsight being twenty-twenty, there was nothing to be done. All he could do was hope that his baby-girl wasn’t too upset with him for not being home sooner.
Smoothly slowing and descending, he landed at his front door, retrieved his keys, and let himself inside. There was no way to know where his daughter was, given that he was tardy, which put him at a distinct disadvantage. Creeping through the house, with his ears twisting for any sign of noise, he clutched one hand behind his back.
“Babe?” he cried, seeing she wasn’t in the living room.
“I’m in the bedroom, Daddy!” she shot back, rushing to get the final pieces of her ensemble in place.
Smiling to himself, he steadily moved towards his chamber. “I hope you’re not mad at me, but I got a little surprise for you!”
Her ears perked up, as she moved out of the closet and to the bed. “I’ve got a surprise for you too! Want to come and see?”
Unsure of what manner of surprise she had in store for him, his grin broadened when he reached the closed doorway. If he had to make an educated guess, she was more than likely lying in wait for him while wearing something skimpy or possibly nothing at all. Unopposed to a bit of post-work exercise, he saw himself in, looked to the bed, and froze.
“I...I hope you’re not mad,” she demurely murmured, looking to the floor and twisting in place.
Bow was anything but upset, though the sight which greeted him left him speechless. Dressed in the snow-white negligee that Windy had worn for their honeymoon, she looked more radiant than ever. The garters, stockings, bodice, and panties, all of which were traced with lace, clung to her like a glove and contrasted wonderfully against her cerulean coat and neatly trimmed, prismatic bush.
Swallowing hard, Dash lifted her head and peeked up at his face. “Daddy?”
“Huh?” he blurted, shaking his head and coming back to the present.
“You’re not mad, are you?” she whispered, anxiously playing with her hands.
“Babe, no,” he began, crossing to her. “How could I be mad at you?”
“I...I wanted you to feel special,” she breathed, stepping forward to meet him, “like you did on your wedding night.” Gently taking his wrist, ignoring the arm he held behind his back, she guided his free hand to her heaving, barely restrained bosom. “It’s probably silly, but I really do wish there were two of you.”
Cocking his head, he gazed into her enchanting eyes. “Why?”
“Because nothing would make me happier than having a husband as perfect as you,” she sweetly explained, as her eyes grew moist.
His smile faltered, seeing her composure threatening to break. In that fleeting moment, the mere blink of an eye, he actually regretted not being able to marry her, to make her dreams a reality - after all, wasn’t that what fathers were supposed to do for their children. The thought wreaked havoc on him, filling him with conflict, but then it hit him. Even if he couldn’t wed her, that didn’t mean he couldn't pretend.
As he lightly pulled his arm free and stepped back, he sank to one knee before her. She’d gotten dressed up and reminded him of one of the wildest moments of his life, simply because she wanted to make him happy, and he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to do the same for her. Staring up at her, he presented her with a surprise of his own.
“Dash,” he sighed, feeling his chest tighten, “you’ve blossomed into the most beautiful, caring, and marvelous mare I’ve ever met.” Though his voice cracked and he fought back a sniffle, he continued undeterred. “I’d be proud - no, honored to have a wife like you.”
Dash covered her muzzle, though she couldn’t hide the tears that began creeping down her cheeks. The flowers he’d gotten here were indeed a pleasant gift, yet they couldn’t rival the greatest gift she’d ever received - his love and affection. Leaning forward, she gingerly slipped her hands under his arms and urged him to stand. She needed to repay him, to make the moment complete, and there was only one way to do it. As he got to his feet, towering above him, she closed her eyes, lifted her chin, and expectantly pursed her lips.
Bow wasted no time, knowing just what to do. Dropping the bouquet, he pulled her to himself and passionately locked lips with her. Save for the absence of church bells and the elated cries of onlookers, he could swear they’d just been declared man and wife. Tightening his grip, grasping her decadently plush backside in one hand, he scooped her up and plodded to the bed.
As he rested his knees on the mattress, continuing to hotly make out with her, he laid her down and draped himself atop her. Attempting to control himself proved an insurmountable task, little more than a fool’s errand. Like trying to contain a star, his passion demanded he consummate his undying love for her right then and there. Rearing back, he peppered her cheek, neck, and upper chest with kisses, before reaching her heaving rack.
Biting and tugging at her top, he pulled the garment down and freed her mountainous breasts. His mouth watered, prompting him to lick his lips, before he lowered his snout and wrapped his lips around her left teat. He was amazed that she’d somehow managed to even fit in the comparably small article, but the notion of how she’d squirmed into the article was a transient one. With one hand around her back, and the other inching to her groin, he hungrily suckled on her nipple.
Gnawing a finger to silence herself, Dash peered down at her titanic mate. The sensation of him nursing on her was staggering, subtly stoking her maternal and carnal interests, yet the mere sight of seeing him latched to her teat was beyond provocative. He’d proposed to her, confessed his love, and even brought her flowers! As his fingers grazed her plump, sopping-wet nethers, sending a bolt of pleasure through her, her urge to be bred by him roared to the fore.
Though getting married to the divine stallion would be ideal, she could and would gleefully carry on his lineage. The second he pulled her drenched panties to the side, she bucked her hips and smeared his thick, strong fingers with her marish juices. As much as she would have liked doing all the work, riding him until she’d earned his rich essence, she knew better. She was his for the taking, and she’d be more than happy to submit herself to him in any and every conceivable way.
Grasping his short mane with one hand, while tugging at her unmolested nipple with the other, she pulled his face into her tit. If he wanted to get her warmed up, or even finger-fuck her to finish, she wasn’t about to complain. It didn’t take him long to plunge two digits into her, expertly caressing her g-spot and causing her to whimper. Savoring every bit of his attention, her only concern was that he wouldn’t take too long before he got down to business.
Pulling back and detaching from her one teat, he shot over and started suckling the other. Windy’s bosoms were decently sized, slightly above average, although he loved how positively stacked his daughter was. Though he’d had every intention of taking his time, allowing them both to enjoy a bit of foreplay, his stallionhood had gone from flaccid to painfully erect in no time flat. Abruptly pulling his hand from her groin, heedless of his slickened digits, he twisted slightly and started undoing his belt.
There were few if any times he could remember when he’d gotten so turned on so quickly, but his baby-girl was able to hit his buttons like nobody else. As impossible as it was, it was like everything about her had been custom tailored to fit his tastes. Fumbling to get his pants off, wriggling the garment down his legs, a soft touch against his cheek fractured his flustered concentration.
“Daddy,” she cooed, affixing him with her heavily lidded eyes, “stand up.”
As if in a trance, he obeyed without question. Dismounting from the foot of the bed was a bit awkward, between his throbbing erection and his slacks being midway down his thighs, but he was able to manage the arduous task. As he unsteadily got to his feet, he swiftly removed the annoying article of clothing and kicked them to the side.
“Daddy,” a hushed purr caught his ear, bringing his attention back to his lover.
Though he’d only been off of her for a scant few seconds, she’d used her time wisely. Sliding to the center of the mattress, she lifted and splayed her legs. The sight of her juicy loins and uncovered chest was a thing of beauty, although her little display had yet to reach its crescendo. Grasping her lower thighs and pulling her knees back, she longingly stared up at him. It was at that moment that his composure shattered entirely.
Watching him crawl up her body, keenly aware of her pounding heart and winking marehood, Dash expectantly gnawed her lower lip. She’d presumed he’d take the invitation well, but she hadn’t dared dream he’d come onto her so strongly! As he loomed over her and brought his titanic cock to bear, she slipped one hand lower and pulled her panties to the side.
Wrapping her legs around his hips, feeling his immense bitch-breaker stretch open her taut snatch, she released a shuddering breath. He wasn’t just tall or heavily built, his stallionhood was massive. On the exceptionally remote chance that she did end up settling for some other guy, it would be practically impossible for any other pony to satisfy her. Staring up at his broad chest, while he placed his hands to either side of her torso, her eyelids fluttered.
Bow’s glacial plunge into her only slowed after his medial ring ground into her silken depths. Hot, snug, and feeling like molten velvet, her marehood embraced his length like it had been made for him. Gazing down at her, just as she lifted her head and kissed his peck, he braced his legs and began rutting her in earnest.
Though it took an inordinate amount of willpower to restrain himself, he started off slowly. In spite of his desire to cut loose and wildly plow her, the payoff for his control would be well worth it for both of them. For starters, a gradual buildup would ultimately lead to a stronger climax, something neither would argue against - secondly and more prudently, he truly did want to enjoy the moment.
Flashes of his honeymoon assailed him, yet this was so much more. Dash’s temperament, subservience, gorgeous body, and unparalleled libido outstripped Windy’s even in her prime, all but making him forget his absent wife. Feeling her legs flex, shaking him from his reverie, he snorted. While she was exceptionally servile, she certainly wasn’t afraid to ask him for more.
Steadily ramping up the speed and force of his thrusts, he watched her bosoms sway beneath him. He could scarcely imagine just how large her bust would get if she did get knocked up. Transfixed by the sight of her rack, he licked his lips, leaned in, and gently nibbled on her nipple. Though Dash had no way of knowing it, Windy’s pregnancy had awakened a nearly obsessive interest with gravid mares in him.
While he bucked his hips, while he sucked on her tit, she eagerly moved along with him. Not only did she lift her waist to meet his plunges, expertly relaxing on his thrusts and clenching on his backstrokes, but she even ran her hands along his back. The outright enthusiasm and willingness to please him was staggering, silently tormenting him with a question he’d found himself asking all too often - how could he keep her.
Grunting into her breast, as his weighty nuts played a drumbeat on her cushiony behind, his thoughts raced. It wouldn’t be long until Windy returned home, and she would doubtlessly have questions. His best guess was that she wouldn’t be too alarmed by Dash’s transformation, considering she cherished her daughter as much as he did, yet that wasn’t the problem - the real problem was how she’d react to eventually finding out that her husband and daughter’s relationship had become far more intimate than it had any right to be.
“R...right there,” Dash gasped, shivering from head to toe.
Altering the angle of his thrusts, he accosted her g-spot and womb. Over the last few weeks, he’d discovered a great many of her carnal weaknesses, much as she had done for him, and neither pulled any punches when it came to getting the other off. Glancing up at her face, seeing the euphoric expression played out on her angelic visage, he abandoned her teat and brought his lips to hers. She adored getting her breasts played with, but kissing never failed to get her wrapped around his finger.
As he drove his tongue into her maw, she grasped his head and loudly groaned. There was something thrilling and intoxicating about being with a woman who’s passion mirrored or even surpassed his own, making him feel like a young buck again. Balancing himself on one arm, intent to support her back for a time, an idea struck him. There was a position he’d always wanted to try with someone, one which none of the mares he’d bedded were willing or able to pull, and he may have just gotten his chance.
Losing herself to the kiss, Dash only realized something odd was happening when he grabbed ‘hold of her right knee. They’d fucked in several permutations of missionary before, so she didn’t think much about his actions at first, but something felt different. Cracking one eye open, she watched him lift and pin the leg beside her head. As he switched his balance, intent to mirror the motion with his other arm, realization settled on her.
She’d never been a huge consumer of pornography, nor talked frequently about lustful adventures with any of her friends or fellow Wonderbolts, but there was a position she’d heard raucous whispers of, one which almost ensured the insemination of a mare by their stud. Her pulse quickened, her eyes widened slightly, and her sex winked in excitement, as she was repositioned into a full-fledged mating press. If she hadn’t already been impregnated, something she was still ignorant of, she knew exactly where his intentions lie.
Completely immobilized, trapped under his colossal weight, she wrestled her head to the side. Under ordinary circumstances, she would never have broken their kiss, but this wasn’t an ordinary circumstance by any measure. Gazing up at him, seeing him look down at her in confusion, she flashed an impish smirk.
“Pump a foal into me, Daddy,” she breathed, clamping her marehood around him, “and make me a Mommy…”
Try as he might to control himself, her scandalous request and her sultry look were the straws that broke the camel’s back. Using both his considerable physical strength and body weight, he set to pounding her like it was the last day of his life. Every plunge drove her into the mattress, evoking whorish moans from her and pained creaking from the abused bed frame, yet he wasn’t going to stop until he’d pumped every drop of his seed into her.
Unlike with the standard missionary position, which struck a harmony between two lovers, the mating press sat at the apex of domination. He had total and complete control, robbing her of the ability to move, and that added element drove him wild. Inspired by the thought of her carrying their child, he grew closer and closer to the brink. Carrying on his lineage with her would be an honor he was all too happy to accept.
Mewling out, nearing her limit, she threw her head from side to side. She loved every lewd thing they’d done together, yet this level of domination set the bar. Being beneath him, utterly at his mercy, was where she deserved to be - still, even though she could barely move, she needily clenched around his shaft. Her time with him had shown her where her place truly was, and every plunge of his fat cock cemented it further and further; she was his, in mind, body, and soul.
While she couldn’t say how long he lasted, it felt like a small eternity. Every climax was stronger than the last, sapping her strength and causing her to howl in ecstasy, yet things eventually reached a head. Feeling him throbbing harder and harder with each passing second, sensing him flaring against her inner gate, she feebly pawed at his chest. Heedless to the fact that she was already carrying their child, she only wished for one thing.
“Inside,” she wailed, finding the willpower to clamp her battered sex around him. “Don’t you dare pull out, Daddy!”
Eager to oblige, only barely able to hold on, her plea did him in. Burying himself as deeply as possible, he unleashed a tsunami of thick, remarkably virile seed into her awaiting depths. As with every past time, the experience was sublime. Simply getting his rocks off, be it with himself or another, couldn’t compare to unloading into someone who truly adored him and wished to bear his children.
Weakly bucking his hips, causing spunk to squelch and dribble from her quavering, stuffed snatch, he rode out his ecstasy alongside her. A part of him knew he could or already had put a bun in her oven, but he couldn’t care less. In spite of being her father, if she wanted a foal, he’d give her just what she longed for. As he released her legs, letting them limply fall to the mattress, he deeply kissed her one final time and sealed the moment.
Fervently frenching, with their rapture giving way to the warm, euphoric afterglow of their lovemaking, they realized that such times were fleeting; Windy would eventually return home and likely put an end to their newfound relationship, yet they both intended to savor one another until then. Only reluctantly breaking their kiss, they pulled back and grinned. Once again, the blankets needed cleaning, and there was dinner in the oven, so there was still plenty to do.
Going to shuffle back and unsheath himself, Bow hesitated. There was something he’d been on the cusp of saying several times, but he’d yet to give it voice. Clearing his throat, feeling his cheeks glowing, he peered into her eyes and gathered his courage. For whatever reason, he knew now was the time.
“Dash,” he sighed, “I really do love you…”
“I love you too, Daddy,” she hummed, wiggling blithely beneath him, “even more than I love - Mom!”
Bow’s head shot back, taken off guard by the strange assertion. Looking down at her, seeing her gazing at the doorway, his blood ran cold. As he turned his head to the side, spying an all too familiar figure lingering just inside the room, he froze. Blinking in disbelief, ultimately concluding that he wasn’t looking at some sort of hallucination, he blurted two words he’d said more times than he could ever dare count.
Keeping his eyes glued firmly on the floor, with beads of cold sweat dotting his brow, Bow’s mind raced. The last thing he’d expected was for Windy to return home from her trip early, and her timing couldn’t have been worse. Having literally walked in on him balls deep in their daughter, during or just prior to him blowing a load deep into Dash’s cunt, it was fair to say that the situation couldn’t have been more awkward.
“Ahem,” Windy loudly cleared her throat, causing the stallion to start.
Seeing no point delaying the inevitable, he wearily lifted his head and peered over at his wife. Though he’d been with her for decades, her expression was hard to read, which did little to calm his nerves. She’d been gracious enough to let him and Dash shower and get dressed after barging in on them, but that hardly made explaining everything any easier.
“Ok, so,” he began, anxiously fiddling with his hands, “I came home one day and -”
“He fucked me!” Dash gleefully chirped, leaning over and wrapping her arms around him. “And it was amazing!”
Had he been able, Bow would have facepalmed so hard that he would’ve likely given himself a concussion. While it wasn’t like Windy didn’t know they’d been fooling around, just laying it on the table so shamelessly wasn’t exactly an ideal way to start the conversation. Forcing an extremely uncomfortable smile, keenly aware of his daughter’s massive rack against his arm, he gave a small shrug.
“The short version is that I came home, found her like this, and we ended up - uh…” he trailed off, struggling to find an appropriate word. “Bonding for a bit.”
“Bonding…” Windy flatly repeated, looking between them, “like what you were doing in the bedroom…?”
“Mmmhmm,” Dash hummed, slipping one hand to the stallion’s groin. “We do it at least once a day, sometimes twice, and Daddy always leaves me satisfied.”
“Oh really now?” the matron softly inquired, piquing a brow and shifting her attention to her slatternly dressed daughter.
“Oh my gosh yes!” Dash exclaimed, releasing her father to fully face the older mare. “He’s just so big and strong, his cock is massive, and when he cums,” she shivered, thinking back to the innumerable creampies she’d received, “it’s totally the best thing ever!”
While she wasn’t sure why her precious Daddy seemed so nervous that mom had come home, she was delighted with the development. With two gorgeous mares in the house, things would be twice as nice as they once were! As she leaned forward, with her shirt hanging open to expose her enormous breasts, she smiled over at her mother.
“Now that you’re here, we can both take care of Daddy! I know you gotta work, but I’ve been super good about cleaning the house and tidying up - heck, I even started learning how to cook!” she blithely remarked.
“So you’re happy being a homemaker?” Windy asked, narrowing her eyes.
“Oh absolutely! I know it took a while,” she continued, almost taking a reverent tone, “but I finally realized that my place is tending to the house and making sure Daddy is as comfortable and stress-free as he can be! Don’t get me wrong, he’s your husband, but nothing makes me happier than taking care of him and his big, meaty -”
“Ooooooooookay!” Bow interrupted, getting to his feet. “Do you young ladies want anything from the store? I think I’m going to head out and -”
“Dash,” Windy smoothly intoned, cutting him off, “how about you show me how you’ve been treating my husband.”
“Really? Right now?” Dash bleated, shooting up from the couch.
Bow’s mouth flapped uselessly, though not a single word escaped him. He’d hoped to go out for a few minutes, buying himself precious time to think and possibly find a way to defuse the situation, but Windy had just thrown him one hell of a curve ball. Be damned if he knew how serious she was, or if her request was some kind of a trap, but he was not about to be used in such a scandalous, embarrassing, and wholly unbecoming fashion.
“You have got to be joking,” he finally muttered.
“Not in the slightest - besides, it’s not like you didn’t have her pinned to the bed less than half an hour ago,” the mare haughtily and somewhat ominously chuckled, trotting off to the bedroom.
“C’mon, Daddy!” Dash squealed, grabbing his wrist and dragging him along behind herself.
She’d been overjoyed by seeing her mother, but the prospect of actually performing for Windy made her downright ecstatic! At long last, she’d be able to show off just how much she loved her Daddy - not to mention all the things she’d learned from their time together. As far as she was concerned, if her mom wanted to see the type of treatment her husband had been receiving, she’d be more than happy to oblige.
Entering the bedroom behind her mother, with her father in tow, she released his wrist and nonchalantly shrugged off the button-up she’d borrowed from his closet. “Have a seat, Daddy, I wanna show off these puppies!” she proclaimed, hefting and squeezing one tit in each hand. Totally at a loss for words, tearing his eyes off his baby-girl’s immense rack, he looked to his wife’s face. The smug grin she bore was beguiling as it was terrifying, telling him everything he needed to know - she wasn’t fucking around. Confused, hesitant, and just a bit aroused, he uneasily fidgeted in place.
“Go on, Honey,” Windy snickered, motioning to the vacant yet still disheveled mattress, “have a seat…”
Like an inmate on his way to the gallows, he trudged to the bed and did as asked. He’d dug his own grave, firmly put himself between a rock and a hard place, and there was no way for him to get out. To make matters worse, knowing how fucking amazing Dash’s tit-jobs were, his body rebelled against him, giving him what may have been the most uncomfortable erection of his life.
Strutting before her Daddy, Dash gave herself a moment to fully disrobe. It didn’t bother her in the slightest if her mom wanted to watch - in fact, if anything, it inspired her to really elevate the experience. Hooking her thumbs over the waistband of her boy, she spun around, bent over, and dragged the garment over her ass and down her thighs. If there was one thing her Daddy seemed to enjoy, especially as of late, it was her putting on a bit of a show before getting intimate.
Only stopping when she touched her ankles, lifting one leg at a time to toss the article aside, she drew her hands back up her legs and to her tush. She didn’t need to look back to know right where he was looking, bringing a smile to her face. While she’d never taken joy from showing herself off to anyone, something about him tickled her exhibitionistic side and washed away the reluctance of her past. He’d played an instrumental part of making her, so he was more than entitled to see everything she had to offer.
Prizing her buns apart, giving him a perfect view of her succulent, rosy interior, she fought back a giggle. If she had to guess, he was already rock hard and ready to go, but that could wait just a bit longer. As she withdrew her hands and spread her legs, taking a broad stance, she reached between her thighs, sank two fingers into her drooling cunt, and spread her parted lips.
“I wasn’t planning on doing anything naughty,” she giggled, lowering her bosoms to the floor, “but I don’t want to disappoint Mom.”
Shifting her focus from his sweating face to his loins, she spun around, smoothly sank to all fours, and crawled between his legs. Though he was still fully dressed, the imprint within his slacks was unmistakable. With her little display complete, and Daddy’s stallionhood undoubtedly at full-mast, she reached out with one hand and began undoing his pants.
Like a deer in the headlights, unable to move, Bow watched her unzip his fly, tug his pants down, and free his turgid length. The internal conflict within him was, in a word, apocalyptic. On one hand, his time with her had effectively indoctrinated him to wiles, compelling him to grab her head and pull her to his package - on the other, with his wife lurking somewhere nearby, the ominous threat of a divorce loomed heavily over him. Totally at a loss, seeing the youthful mare lean in and wrap her lips around the tip of his shaft, the sensation of the mattress shifting shook him from his thoughts.
Before he could react, quite literally catching him with his pants down, a pair of arms wrapped around him. Looking frantically to his right, feeling something on his shoulder, he quickly discovered what was going on. Windy’s face rested just beside his, with her chest against his back, though that wasn’t what struck him as odd - no, the fact that his wife seemed to be enjoying the spectacle of their daughter blowing him was what sent his mind reeling.
“Sweet Celestia,” Windy whispered, pawing at his shirt, “this is hot…”
He could scarcely believe his ears, hearing the scandalously spontaneous admission. Had she really just said what he thought she said. Trying and failing to process everything that was happening, blissfully unaware that she’d unbuttoned his shirt, his bewilderment cost him dearly. As his wife’s fingers danced over his pecs, grazing and teasing his nipples, his daughter shot forward and sheathed his stallionhood in her maw.
“Be sure to fondle his balls, Sweetie,” Windy quietly instructed, drawing her tongue up his jaw and to his ear.
Though Dash instinctively tried to reply, all she could manage was a stifled gag around the log of flesh in her gullet - that said, her hand shot to his ripe, fuzzy nuts. Her mom had only been home for less than a day - heck, barely even an hour, and she was already helping so much! While she’d always done her best for her Daddy, Windy’s experience with him would be invaluable!
Rhythmically bobbing her head, while tenderly kneading and fondling his balls, she closed her eyes. Even though they’d just had a hasty shower, his scent tickled her sinuses and sent a thrilled shiver up her spine. If she had to guess, given how virile he was, all the soap in the world couldn’t scour away his rich, ambrosial musk.
Withdrawing ever so slightly and drawing a breath, she forced her head forward. While swabbing her throat with him had gotten a bit easier with practice, it still took a considerable amount of concentration. Feeling the head of his cock plunge down her esophagus, moving towards her stomach, her lips stretched around his medial ring.
“You’re doing great, Honey!” Windy endearingly hummed from above, shaking her concentration.
Slowing slightly, with only the final inch of his length left free, Dash opened her eyes and peered upwards. Pressed against her Daddy’s back, running her hands over his chest, her mother nibbled his ear; the sight was almost excruciatingly hot, inspiring her to continue. Twisting her head from side to size, struggling to get the thick base into her muzzle, her nose eventually pressed against the stud’s neatly trimmed, rainbow pubes.
“Fuck,” Bow grunted, reflexively bucking into her face.
“That comes later,” Windy tittered, kissing his cheek. “For now, I want to see just how good she is at this.”
The comment roused Dash’s latent competitive side, making the moment all the more passionate. Rearing back, freeing nearly the entirety of his saliva slickened length, she inched closer, grabbed her bosoms, and sandwiched his cock between her tits. Despite having had her massive rack for less than a month, it hadn’t taken her long to learn how to wield her mountainous chest to their full potential.
Using her arms to squeeze her breasts together, continuing to suck on the head of his dick, she rocked her torso forward and back. Getting him off, feeling his length throb against her, was as arousing as it ever was, yet the sight of her Daddy being toyed with by his wife elevated the experience, making her loins ache for attention. She was so turned on that it nearly hurt, so wet that trails of juices were creeping down her inner thighs, and she wasn’t sure how long she’d be able to stand it.
As she whimpered around him, feeling her marehood winking in desperation, her muted plea did not go unnoticed. It wasn’t like she was trying to call attention to herself, since Daddy’s needs and wants would always exceed her own, yet her mother mutely shook her head. If she’d done something wrong, transgressed in some unknown way, she couldn’t fathom what it was, yet slowed to a halt and unsurely pulled away.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked, glancing between the two.
“Not at all, Honey!” Windy reassuringly noted, extending an arm to pat her head. “If anything, you were doing too much!”
Dash recoiled and scrunched her snout, more confused than ever. “I...I don’t understand.”
Moving from behind her husband, the older mare sidled to the edge of the mattress. “There are plenty of ways to make a stallion happy and have fun yourself,” she explained, grasping his shoulders. “It’s all well and good to place your stud on a pedestal, but you can’t just ignore your own needs!”
Gradually reclining onto his back, Bow silently allowed the situation to play out. Considering how badly he’d screwed the pooch, having been caught committing adultery with his daughter, he realized his best option was likely to play along and keep his mouth shut. If Windy wanted him to do something, given the circumstances, he’d do it without question.
“Slide up just a little bit, Dear,” his wife prompted, patting his shoulder.
Without a second thought, he propped himself up his elbows and worked his way up the mattress and towards the headboard. It was only as he moved past his lover did he notice that something was amiss. Looking up and down her bare back, seeing her kick her panties away, he did a double take.
The sight of her bare body damn near did him in, making him genuinely wonder if he’d gone insane. Instead of reaming him out and berating him for fucking their child, his spouse had done nothing but instigate more depravity and, if his suspicions were right, had every intention of getting in on the action. Utterly dumbfounded by the development, with his stallionhood so hard that it ached, he watched her get to her feet and step over his head.
“Dash, Sweetie, join me up here,” Windy urged, lazily squatting down over his face.
Nodding eagerly, Dash clamored onto the bed and got her first good look at her mother’s naked body. “Holy cow - Mom, I didn’t know you were so hot!”
With a bit of pudge in all the right places, and a pair of surprisingly perky tits, her Mom was the textbook definition of a MILF. She’d never really taken the time to appreciate her maternal lineage, but the sight reminded her of why her Daddy had put a ring on Windy’s finger all those years ago. If she was lucky, which she prayed she was, she might just develop into an attractive cougar herself some day!
“Now then,” her mother stated, “for some stallions, less is more.”
She knit her brow, unsure of how to process the assertion. “I’m not sure I understand…”
“You see, stallions like your Daddy actually like to be teased a bit - you know, like when you’re assertive with them,” Windy added. Seeing the confused look on Dash’s face, she smiled. “Watch and learn. Bow, be a dear and eat my cunt while our daughter rides that fat cock of yours.”
Bow was speechless - not just because he’d just heard his wife tell his daughter to ride his cock, not just because he’d effectively been stripped and was being toyed with, but because Windy was positively drenched. With her nethers hovering mere inches from his face, dripping over his nose and onto his lips, the view of her engorged, winking marehood brought with it a profound comprehension; she wasn’t mad he’d been plowing their child - she was more worked up than he’d seen her in years.
As the realization dawned on him, Windy descended and ground her cunt against him. The familiar bouquet of her sex assailed him, his trepidation transformed to one of overt lust and barely restrained excitement. His hands shot upward, grasping her ample hips, as he plunged his tongue into her. Instead of dealing with the threat of a ruined marriage, as well as possible legal charges, he’d been ushered through the pearly gates of hedonistic heaven.
With all the zeal of a sex-crazed youth, he ate out his wife like it was the last day of his life. If Dash wanted to jump in and impale herself, that was totally fine with him - if not, he’d be just as content munching carpet until he was slathered in Windy’s climactic eruption. Lipping her clit, feeling her shiver atop him, his ambitions soared to unimaginable heights.
Dash rested on her knees, watching the display with open awe. It had never occurred to her to be domineering with him, yet seeing him enthusiastically feasting on her mom’s snatch was irrefutable proof that the wisdom was sage. Subconsciously rubbing her groin, grazing her clit, she only then remembered what she was supposed to be doing.
Moving up his body, she swung one leg over his waist and got into position. It was a momentous occasion, marking the first time she’d be involved with a threesome and her first lewd experience with her mom, and she’d do everything she could to cherish it. Rocking her hips back, guided by feel alone, she brought her entrance to the tip of his length, steadied herself, and bore down against him.
Feeling him slip into her depths, she shuddered. The only difference between this and every other time she’d been stretched open by his gargantuan member was that there was someone else to tend to - someone she had every intention of expressing gratitude towards. Turning her attention to her mother, she bent forward and wrapped her lips around one of Windy’s nipples.
“Oh my,” Windy gasped, “she is an eager one!”
“Mmmhmm,” Dash hummed, twisting and lightly tugging on her mom’s free teat.
Her affection was immediately returned, as her mom fumbled for her heaving bosoms. She didn’t consider herself gay by any means, but the deft touch of a mare was exhilarating. Her only complaint about the entire situation, if she had to name one, was that felt as though she was in a juggling act. Pleasing one partner could be tricky enough as it was, but tending to two might just prove to be a challenge.
Groaning around her mother’s tit, as she fully hilted her Daddy, she broadened her stance and started bouncing. Thankfully for her, the muscle memory of all her time with him was a boon. Mechanically clenching and relaxing her canal, working his dick like she owned it, she was able to fixate on her mom’s chest.
“Not too fast, Dear,” Windy tutted, rolling her hips forward and back, “you want him to savor it.”
Though Bow could only barely make out what was being said, having the best pair of ear warmers in Equestria, he braced his legs and casually bucked into his baby-girl. The way his daughter’s canal embraced him, how his wife dragged her meaty cunt over his snout, and the knowledge that they were both totally into ménage à trois practically drove him into a frenzy. Hammering into her, driving her entire body upward with each titanic thrust, he felt them stir and heard some faint whispering. While he felt certain that they were up to something, his welling rut-lust all but required him to give Dash his all.
“Dash,” Windy whispered, patting her daughter’s cheek, “slow down and raise your hips.”
Unabashedly pounding herself on her Daddy’s cock, Dash withdrew from her mom’s teat and quirked a brow. “Why?” she blurted, instantly covering her mouth with one hand. “And why are we whispering?”
Bringing her mouth to Dash’s ear, Windy lowered her voice another octave. “Because, dearest daughter, if you really want to get him wrapped around your finger, you have to show him you’re in control.”
Dash’s eyes widened slightly, and she nodded in agreement. Even though she actually preferred being servile, getting her head rammed into a pillow while being plowed, she wasn’t about to dismiss the cougar’s counsel. Drawing to a halt, she elevated her waist and almost unsheathed herself from his length, bringing his frantic humping to an immediate stop.
“Daddy,” she sternly stated, keeping a vice-like grip on the blunt head of his cock, “hold still for us.”
Giving him orders may well have been the strangest, most alien thing she’d ever done, but he obeyed without protest. Drawing still, he obediently kicked his legs out. It was almost like a magic act, seeing him follow her orders without protest - well, almost without protest. Though it was faint, she could barely hear him grumbling something into her mother’s puss. Extraordinarily pleased with her newfound power, she gradually set to fucking herself on the then motionless stud.
Forcing himself to stay still, railing against his urges to take a more active part, Bow drew his tongue over Windy’s entrance and to her clit. While a part of him was less than pleased with the development, there was something undeniably arousing about being ordered around by his wife and his daughter. Biding his time, waiting for a chance to turn the tables, he begrudgingly remained still.
As the minutes dragged on, hearing the soft whimpers and sounds of delight from the pair of mares, he inched closer and closer to release. Despite the glaring lack of control, being ridden while eating out his spouse tested his endurance and pushed him to the brink. Feeling himself starting to flair, uncontrollably flexing his hips, everything came to an abrupt halt.
Both Windy and Dash dismounted, leaving his face and nethers whetted by their juices, as they moved to the very edge of the bed. For the umpteenth time that evening, he found himself completely bewildered. He’d done as they asked, stripping and letting them use his body, yet they’d seen fit to stop without any warning whatsoever! Turning his head and looking between them, spotting a knowing smirk on their gorgeous faces, he realized they had to be up to something.
“Stand up,” Windy cooly commanded. Without hesitation, the stallion rolled off the opposite side of the mattress and got to his feet. “Bow, have you been using protection with our daughter?”
“Of course no-” Dash’s outburst was silenced, as the elder mare pressed a finger to her lips.
“I was asking you Daddy,” Windy clucked, staring up at her husband’s blushing face.
“N...no…” he stammered, averting his gaze.
The matron pinched the bridge of her snout and shook her head, waving him towards the end of the mattress. “Dash, be a dear and lay down with your tush at the very foot of the bed.”
Scampering over the linens, Dash flopped onto her back. “Like this?”
“Yes,” Windy sighed, getting onto all fours, “just like that.”
Bow could only watch in disbelief, as his wife crawled atop their daughter and eased herself down. Facing one another, with their bosoms smushed together, they spread their legs and peered over at him. It was an exceedingly enticing display, though he was unsure of what their exact intentions were for him.
“Bow, I need you to know something,” Windy cooed, “since there’s a good chance you’ve made Dash a mother, maybe you’d consider giving our grandchild a playmate…”
The notion of knocking up his wife and daughter fanned the flames of his passion into an uncontrollable inferno, sundering what little self-restraint he had left. Stepping to the foot of the bed, gazing down at their immaculately presented marehoods, his mouth watered. If someone had told him he would eventually end up plowing his wife and daughter, he would have laughed in their face, yet that’s exactly what he intended to do.
Stepping between their legs, he grasped the base of his length and faltered. He never would have thought he’d have to choose between two different mares to screw, yet there he was, holding his cock and wondering which of them to breed. Spying a small gap between their pussies, seeing their clits all but touching, he was stricken with an idea. Why struggle to choose one when he could enjoy both.
Stepping forward, he jammed his rigid length between their groins and started thrusting. While it didn’t feel quite as good as the silken folds of a mare’s depths, the pair’s reaction more than made up for it. Whorishly moaning, the duo gyrated and humped against his pistoning length.
“Oh buck,” Windy groaned, quivering atop her daughter.
Staring up at her mother’s face, Dash hooked her ankles behind her Daddy’s thighs and lightly tugged. The sensation of his medial ring battering her clit was amazing, made all the more enjoyable by her mom’s inclusion. Worming her hands between their chests, blindly feeling for their nipples, it took her mere moments to brush against the sensitive buds of flesh.
Situated as she was, with Windy plastered on her, she was able to tease their teats in tandem. While the additional stimulation wasn’t exactly necessary, her mother definitely didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. Lifting her head, as a guttural groan escaped her, the elder mare’s shivering grew stronger by the second.
Truth be told, she wasn’t bothered in the slightest by sharing her Daddy. She all but belonged to him, having devoted herself to him in each and every way, and she felt certain that he’d never leave her needy. If he wanted to bring a third into the bedroom, especially if it was his wife, he was more than free to - that being said, there was something profoundly alluring by seeing her mother in such a compromised state.
“Mom,” she murmured, causing the older mare to look down at her.
The second her mother directly faced her, she struck. Her head shot forward, their lips connected, and they passionately kissed. While she loved her Daddy more than anyone or anything, Windy wasn’t a distant second; without both of her parents, she would never have existed, and so she owed them both dearly. Pressing her tongue into the matron’s muzzle, bucking up against her stud’s pistoning stallionhood, she gradually neared her limit.
The sight of his wife heatedly sucking face with his baby-girl was the straw that broke the camel’s back. He’d been close to cumming before, when Dash had been riding him like a wanton date on prom night, but seeing the pair of mares - his pair of mares frenching demolished his remaining stamina in an instant. Rolling his hips back, realizing he had precious little time to act, he withdrew his dick from between them, angled his hips upward, and plunged into his spouses awaiting cunt.
Hilting himself in one brutal, unstoppable thrust, seating the flaring tip of his stallionhood against her cervix, he came with the force of a tidal wave. Though he’d already blown one load that afternoon, deep into his daughter, he had more than enough spunk to fill his wife’s vacant foal-factory. Bucking into her, driven by the maddening compulsion to sire yet another child, the unthinkable happened; like some battering ram of old, his unyielding shaft breached her inner gates and directly painted her womb.
Windy’s climactic howl shook the heavens, as she convulsed and squirted around his length. While Dash wasn’t directly penetrated by her Daddy, the sensation of his nuts slapping against her, hearing his victorious grunting, and knowing she wouldn’t be the only expectant mother did her in. Mewling alongside her mom, winking uncontrollably, she came a fleeting moment after her parents, joining them in rapture.
Their orgasmic cries eased, and their bodies fell still, as the trio lost themselves to the blissful euphoria of the moment. The air was ripe with the scent of their lust, making the once tranquil chamber smell like a brothel, yet none of them could be bothered to care. It was a moment of cathartic peace, heralding a new chapter in their relationships with one another, and each seemed hesitant to breach the relative silence - that was, until Windy shudderingly looked over her shoulder.
“Fuck,” the matron rasped, locking eyes with the stud, “why don’t you do that more often?”
Bow balked, keeping his length lodged within her. “Because you don’t want it?”
“I don’t want it?” Windy countered, pursing her lips. “Maybe you could try throwing me onto the bed and screwing my brains out!”
Snaking one hand to her crotch, Dash set to fingering herself. “Sweet Celestia, I love when he does that.”
“So…” Bow began, rubbing the back of his neck, “were you joking about wanting another kid?”
Windy blushed slightly, squeezing her depths around him, and nodded. “Well today is one of my unsafe days, so there’s a darn good chance you just knocked me up.”
“Unsafe days?” the young, ditzy mare parroted, looking between her parents.
“Yeah, she’s probably got a bun in the oven already,” Windy sighed, patting her daughter’s head. “By the way, is there a particular reason why she’s looking and acting like that?”
“It’s - uh - it’s a long story,” Bow grumbled, rubbing one temple. “We can discuss it over dinner.”
“The casserole!” Dash shouted, wriggling from beneath them and rushing off to the kitchen.
Askance, watching her daughter depart, Windy shifted her focus back to her husband. “You know, I think I like her like this.
“Yeah,” Bow hummed, beaming at the thought of having his two favorite mares in the whole wide world under one roof again, “me too…”
Descending to the front door of his home, loosening his tie along the way, Bow fought back a smile. It wasn’t like the day had been particularly amazing in any way - in fact, it had been pretty hectic at the factory, but simply returning to his loving family never failed to elevate his spirits. A lot had changed in the last five years, both with himself and for his household.
For starters, he’d finally gotten an explanation from Twilight as to what had happened with his daughter. Apparently the Princess had been attempting to craft a spell to help Dash with her stress over being a full-time Wonderbolt. While the enchantment she’d tried had worked, it had reduced the once athletic and energetic pegasus to a bubbly, happy-go-lucky ditz of her former self, yet that hadn’t been a bad thing. After the flustered and overly apologetic alicorn had appeared with a means to reverse the arcane mishap, Dash had politely declined the remedy and firmly stated that she preferred her new self.
With the Student Six acting as champions of the Elements of Harmony, dealing with friendship problems if and when they appeared, and with Twilight on the throne, there’d been no real need for Dash to return to her former duties - moreover, at the time, she had a bun in the oven and was preparing to be a mother. Though the Princess been a bit perplexed at first, in part due to the incestuous nature of her friend’s relationship, she’d been overjoyed and given her blessing. With the sorcerous debacle dealt with, the alicorn was demurely asked for one small favor - to give the same treatment to Windy.
Almost immediately after having seen her daughter in such a state, Windy had realized she too would like to enjoy the carefree days of homemaking and rearing a family once again - a fact that Bow wholeheartedly supported. Twilight had been a bit reluctant at first, realizing that removing one working member of the household would put a financial strain on the clan, but then she devised a solution. Using her stately power to pull a few strings, she’d managed to get Bow a substantial promotion and hefty raise.
Though the means may have been just a bit dubious, the increased income was more than enough for the growing family to survive off of and it averted a potential financial crisis. After administering the same spell to Windy, leaving her positively stacked and as air-headed as her daughter, Twilight bid them adieu and promised to come back to check on their soon-to-be foals, yet that was only part of the windfall that Bow had received. Raking in more bits was all well and good, but that didn’t hold a candle to how amazing his home life had become.
With Dash as his mistress and having Windy enhanced by the Princess’ sorcery, he was quite literally treated like a king. Hot, delectable meals were a daily occurrence, the house was always spotless, and his once formidable libido roared back to life with a vengeance - that being said, life had become a bit more hectic within the last year or so. With the Charge and Bolt, his daughter/grand daughter and son respectively, both being rambunctious five year olds, and an additional pair of children well on their way, he constantly had his hands full - not like he was complaining.
“Guess who’s home?” he announced, seeing himself in and kicking off his shoes.
“Papa!” a near-tandem pair of voices squealed, moments before he was beset by the nearly identical filly and colt.
Rocking back against the door, Bow leaned over, scooped up the pair of tykes, and hefted them to his chest. “How are my favorite son and daughter doing today?”
“We’re doing great, Papa!” Bolt proclaimed, beaming up at him.
Slightly more reserved than her quarter-sibling, Charge plastered herself to his chest. “Mama and Aunt Windy took us out to the mall!”
“Oh did they now?” Bow quipped, kissing each of the kids on the head. Easing them down, after tussling their hair, he released the delinquent duo and straightened up. “Well let me go see how my Mamas are doing.”
Watching the pair scamper off towards the backdoor, likely to play outside, he grinned from ear to ear. One of the best parts about his somewhat nontraditional family was that, after word had gotten out about Dash’s shift from professional flier to housewife, nobody had batted an eye - sure, there were a few who were surprised to hear about her relationship with him, but they hadn’t gotten the slightest bit of flack. Either he’d overestimated peoples’ reactions the Princess had done something to make folks more accepting - in either case, he and his little harem were left to live their lives in relative peace.
As he strolled into the kitchen, in search of his pair of mates, he found just what he was looking for. Wearing a tank top and boy shorts, bent over and wiggling her behind while rifling around in the fridge, Dash’s unmistakable derriere and broad, foal-bearing hips were unmistakable. Sauntering over and helping himself to a handful of ass, he caused the young mare to start.
“How’s my baby-girl today?” he purred, sinking his fingers into her delightfully doughy rump.
“What was that about your favorite daughter?” she quipped, peeking back at him with a quirked brow.
Though she was a bit more featherbrained than she used to be, Dash was as pithy as ever. Standing upright and facing him, groaning ever so slightly, she brought her gravid belly to bear. One of the few concessions he’d imposed on her and Windy was that they simply couldn’t afford to crank out foal after foal, both to spare their sanity and finances from rearing a herd of young. Nearly seven months into her second pregnancy, she prodded his chest with a finger.
“Did you remember the pickles?” she pressed, tilting her head to peer up at him.
Thinking fast, Bow rubbed the back of his neck and looked away. “No, but did you remember to pick up milk while you were out?”
She reared back and shot him a confused look. “You but we’re not out of - Aaaahn!”
Before she could finish her statement, his hands shot to her full chest and squeezed. In less than a second, the fabric over her udder-like teats grew moist. Be damned if he could explain she was so productive, and Twilight swore there was no bovine element to the spell she’d used, but his daughter had all the productivity of a dairy cow. Looking to the window, ensuring the little ones were out back, he pulled the fabric of her top aside, leaned in, and wrapped his lips around her right breast.
Clutching the back of his head, she pulled him into her leaking bosom. One of the hardest parts about having a pair of tykes running around was that he had to curtail himself - in that he couldn’t freely have his way with either his wife or mistress whenever he pleased. Slipping one arm around the small of her back, while his free hand crept to her groin, he hungrily suckled and massaged her sweltering marehood through the thin cloth of her shorts.
“Oh Daddy,” she groaned, bucking into his thick, strong fingers, “if you keep this up, I might have to forget to take my birth control after my foal-factory is free.”
Rearing back slightly, licking a bead of milk from his lips, he raised his head and kissed her. “I gotta say, you’ve really taken to being a mother.”
“Like, it’s the most awesome thing ever,” she hummed, reaching around to grope his chiseled behind, “but that’s only because you’re the best Daddy in the whole wide world.”
Pulling back slightly, he affectionately caressed her full belly. While he couldn’t speak for every stallion out there, but he’d always had a weakness for pregnant mares. Something about their size and the unspoken word about their fertility was both wholesome and extraordinarily arousing, never failing to stoke the flames of his paternal passion.
“Well maybe tonight we can…” he trailed off, wriggling his hand into her shorts to knead her bare, slavering marehood.
“Only if I get first,” she insisted, mirroring her actions and thrusting her hand into his pants. “You know I want the biggest load all to myself.”
He rolled his eyes and smirked, knowing all too well how covetous she was of his seed. Honestly, as silly as it sounded, it made no real difference whom he ended up fucking first. Ever since she’d moved back in, his health and overall fitness had done nothing but improve. Inspired by her and her mother, he’d started eating better, exercising daily, and was in as good or better shape than he’d ever been. Covered in toned muscle and with more energy than ever, he was a paragon of masculinity and he never failed to leave either of his mates unsatisfied.
“After Charge and Bolt are in bed, I’m sure you and your mother could have one of your little competitions for who gets first,” he snickered, withdrawing his arm and licking her tangy, sweet nectar from his digits. “Speaking of which, where’s your mother?”
“She was taking a shower a few minutes ago, so she’s probably in our room,” Dash noted, nodding to the hallway. “If you hurry, you might be able to sneak up on her.”
Looking over his shoulder, he extended a clenched fist. “Best wingmare and daughter? How did I get so lucky?”
“Well I do have a little of you in me,” she snickered, giving him a fist bump. “And I’m gonna have more than a little of you in me later,” she added, lovingly caressing his swelling package. “Go get her.”
Grinning like an absolute idiot, he wheeled around and rushed off to find his wife. He’d initially been a bit concerned that there’d be a power struggle between Windy and Dash, with each of the mares vying for his attention and amorous affection, but that hadn’t been the case - if anything, they got along better than ever. Delightfully cheerful, motherly, and bearing all the carnal savagery of ursa majors in heat, his lovers worked in tandem to care for him and their growing hoard.
Rounding a corner and entering the master bedroom, he slowed to a crawl. The sound of running water told him that his wife was still in the bathroom, and the door was still open, so he was just in time to give his spouse a small surprise. Swiftly unbuttoning his shirt and pants, disrobing with all the practiced speed of an athlete, he stripped down and slunk into the boudoir.
Sure enough, blissfully ignorant to her unexpected visitor, Windy merrily hummed within the basin. While he could and more than likely should have struck with the element of surprise, he couldn’t help but take a moment to admire her. Twilight’s spell had affected her similarly to Dash, imbuing her with a titanic rack, more pronounced curves, and a pair of lips that could suck the moon through a dixie straw, making her an absolute bombshell of a mare.
Watching the watcher cascade down her body, looking her from top to bottom, his eyes eventually settled on her belly. Much like their daughter, she’d practically begged him for a third child - a third child that would be due alongside Dash’s next foal. Glancing to her face, ensuring that she hadn’t noticed him, he tiptoed into the small chamber.
The second he reached the tub, he struck. Stepping into the basin and pressing her to the wall, evoking a startled yelp from the startled mare, he locked lips with her. It didn’t take her long to figure out who’d ambushed her, and her retaliation was as fast as it was passionate. Grabbing the thick root of his cock, as her tongue wormed into his muzzle, she groaned into his mouth. Though she wasn’t quite as young as Dash, her sex drive was more potent than ever.
“Mmmmmm,” she moaned, pulling away and languidly stroking his hardening shaft. “Nice to see you too, Daddy.”
The word sent a thrilled shiver up his spine, prompting her to go in for a second kiss. He couldn’t say exactly why she’d started calling him Daddy, seeing as how she’d never once used the pet name with him before walking in on him and Dash, but he was hardly going to complain. As reluctant as he was to admit it, he’d warmed to the lewd undertone of his moniker. As he doubled down and grabbed her upper thighs, lifting and pressing her to the wall, she wrapped her legs around his hips.
Sandwiching his turgid dick between her slavering nethers and his abdomen, she ground her snatch against him. “Someone’s happy to see me.”
“Always,” he sighed, kissing his way over her cheek, down her neck, and to her chest.
Though she wasn’t quite as prolific in the milk department as Dash, her bust was exceptionally large and inviting. An added benefit of having produced two offspring was that her tits hung ever so slightly, resting on her belly. While some guys might not have found the well-used breasts all that appealing, the sign of her maternal prowess never failed to get his motor running.
Bucking his hips and gliding his cock between her meaty lower lips, he was tempted to plow her right then and there, but he knew better. It wouldn’t be long until dinner was ready, doing anything too raunchy with Windy would ultimately result in a protracted and assuredly messy affair, and he hadn’t yet roughhoused with the newest members of the household. Rallying every ounce of self-restraint he had, he begrudgingly stepped back and lowered his wife.
Though Windy didn’t say a word, he could tell she was disappointed that he hadn’t followed through and screwed her. One of the unfortunate things about her transformation was that she could be impudent when she didn’t get her way, yet he didn’t actually find it a fault - in truth, he considered her bratty, somewhat churlish side rather refreshing. Giving her a final slap on the ass, he handed her the shampoo.
“Not even going to take a shower with me?” she pouted, affixing him with her doleful eyes.
“I will later, before we wind down for the night,” he explained, stepping out of the tub and snatching up a towel. As he dried off his face, noticing her sullen expression, he sighed. “You know I wanna get dirty before I get clean,” he teased, eyeing her chest.
Apparently the remark did the trick, causing her to giggle and nod like an excited school filly. A definite perk about her relatively new self was that she was always in good spirits. Before his life had turned around, she’d been relaxed and, on rare occasions, somewhat shrewish, yet that felt like another reality. Now that they’d had the kids, and with Dash back at home, her demeanor had shifted being constantly upbeat and exuberant.
Exiting the bathroom and getting hastily redressed, he saw himself back to the living area to hunt down his progeny. It didn’t take him long to find his son and daughter horsing around out back, playing a game of hide and seek, and he quickly entered the fray. He knew it wouldn’t be that long before supper was ready, but his afternoon play-date with the little ones always took precedence.
There was something profoundly rewarding about having kids back in the house again, filling him with a joy he hadn’t felt in ages. The way Bolt and Charge looked up to him, merrily tackled him after work, or asking him to tell them stories warmed the depths of his heart and made him feel like a million bucks. Even though they could be a handful at times, occasionally getting into trouble or bickering with one another, having them around made his life all the more enjoyable.
The remainder of the afternoon was like many before it, tranquil and comfortable. He and his family ate dinner, Dash and Windy cleaned up, he helped the little ones with their homework, and things eventually wound down. Though many would consider the evening uninteresting, boring even, he couldn’t think of a better way to finish his day.
Having trundled Charge off to her room, with Bolt drowsily following along behind him, he watched their mothers read them a brief fairy tale and see them off to sleep. One of the most touching and unforeseen things about Dash and Windy were just how much they deeply cared for each other’s children. Both mares doted on the little ones with equal amounts of love and affection, showing no preference whatsoever for either foal and cherishing them both as if they were their very own.
As he sneaked to the exit, after his wife and mistress had made their leave, he looked over at the pair of softly snoozing foals. Simply seeing their peaceful faces stirred his paternal instincts and brought a smile to his face, knowing the pair were as loved and well cared for as possible. Having wished them a silent goodnight, knowing full well that he’d see them in the morning, his thoughts turned to his lovers.
With the sun having set, and a full day’s work ahead of him tomorrow, he strolled to his chamber and stifled a yawn. As much as he loved having the kids around, it was rare that he had much energy left after nightfall, but that wasn’t a problem. Going to sleep alongside his wife and daughter-made-mistress was the perfect way to conclude his evenings, seeing them just before he passed out and immediately after waking up.
As he entered the room, spying Windy lounging and reading a magazine on the bed, he steadily undressed. “Where’s Dash?”
“I’m right here, Daddy,” his daughter cooed, appearing from within the closet.
Adorned in a sheer nighty, with her engorged bosoms and neatly trimmed bush visible beneath the thin fabric, she strutted over and pressed herself to his side. Seeing the display, Windy stung her legs off the mattress, got to her feet, and moved to his opposite side, wrapping her arms around him. Sandwiched between the two mares, he rested his arms on their shoulders and gave them each a small kiss on the forehead.
“What am I gonna do with you two?” he chuckled, evoking a girlish giggle from them both.
“It’s not what you’re going to do with us, but what we’re going to do with you,” Windy breathed, gently cupping and massaging his weighty nuts.
“Mmmhmm,” Dash hummed, grasping his muscular ass.
“Oh?” he shot back, looking to them each in turn. “And what would that be?”
“How about you lay down and find out,” his wife breathed.
More than happy to find out what they’d been planning, he released his grip on them, walked to the bed, and eased himself down. Rarely a night went by that he didn’t get some sort of amorous action, and something told him this night would be no different. Truth be told, getting a damn good lay was just the ticket for sleeping like a baby.
Situating himself on the dead center of the mattress, with his head resting beneath the headboard, he watched his lovers stepped to either side of the bed. While they were both exceedingly pregnant, being a bit more lethargic due to the added weight of the foals they carried, neither had lost an ounce of their sexual appetite. As they moved atop the sheets, with their massive tits damn near dragging over the blanket, his stallionhood steadily swelled.
“Since you usually do all the work, we thought we’d give you a break,” Windy whispered, leaning in and burying her face in the thick folds of flesh between his pillar-like dick and balls.
Mirroring her mother, Dash lazily drew her tongue up his length. “So you just sit right there, get comfortable, and enjoy yourself, Daddy.”
Slipping his hands behind his head, after pulling a pillow into place, he grinned. He certainly wasn’t opposed to them taking the lead, especially if they were working in tandem, so he did just as they asked. The sight of them lavishing his equipment with their pouting lips and skillful tongues was almost as amazing as the sensation they afforded, yet that paled in comparison to the fact that they both cherished him so dearly.
Functioning as a team, they set upon him like a pair of randy youths. While Dash reached the tip of his length, hungrily slipping him into her snout, Windy lovingly kneaded and praised his nuts with her tongue. A contented sigh escaped him, seeing and experiencing their devotion to him and the tool that had sired their offspring.
He’d never been all that conceited, but their adoration for him had bolstered his confidence to unimaginable heights. Realistically speaking, there weren’t many stallions his age who could boast about their health, being in such a happy relationship, or having such an active sex life, so it was hard not to be a bit prideful of his situation. For him, he’d achieved the Equestrian dream of having not one but two passionate lovers at home, a fulfilling career, and kids who he absolutely adored doting over.
As Windy’s hand shot to the trunk-like base of his cock, softly jacking him off to help her daughter, he grunted. Thus far, the little opening act was doing a damn fine job at getting him riled up, yet he still couldn’t say what their plans entailed. Restraining his urge to take a more active part, he bided his time - at least, for the time being.
Working on concert, gradually becoming more impassioned, it didn’t take long for the two mares to cave to their desires. Propped on one arm, vehemently fellating him, Dash pulled and teased her left nipple, while Windy reached between her legs and began wantonly fingering herself. Seeing them get so worked up over merely warming him up doused his lustful fire with fuel, trying his patience and withering his self-discipline - still, he kept himself from becoming involved.
Softly groaning and whimpering, growing increasingly needy, the depraved duo’s ministrations finally came to a close. Rearing back and pushing themselves up, they licked their lips and looked up at his beaming face. It was clear that they were far from finished with him, though who would be the first to sate themselves was still yet to be seen.
Silently musing on which of the two would go first, Bow’s unasked question was given an unexpected answer. Without saying a word, Dash and Windy crawled to either side of him, languidly spun around, and rolled to their backs. It took him a minute to figure out exactly what they were doing, but their little scheme revealed itself quickly enough. Sliding their generous backsides over the blankets, spreading their legs and bracing their feet beside one another’s hips, they lifted their hips and pressed their drooling marehoods to either side of his cock.
“Since we couldn’t choose,” Windy began, grabbing one of her bosoms in each hand.
Copying her mother’s movements perfectly, twisting and tugging at her leaking teats, Dash winked up at him. “We thought we’d have a little two-on-one match with you.”
“A match, huh?” he amusedly huffed, playfully bucking his length between their decidedly plump cunts. “What do I get if I win?”
“I’ll cook you whatever you want tomorrow night,” Dash boasted.
“And I’ll make you a special lunch for tomorrow,” Windy added.
Though he wasn’t at all concerned about the little bet, happy to eat whatever they made for him, the prospect of a friendly little competition was too good to pass up. Grinning like a fool, he freed and waved one hand for them to proceed. If they wanted to see who could last longer, he’d be willing to indulge their little fantasy, even if he had a trump card up his sleeve.
Tittering to themselves, the pair nodded to each other and began. Raising and lowering their hips, grinding their marehoods over his length, they alternated their thrusts. The feeling of their velvety naughty bits against his sensitive flesh was staggeringly good, almost as fantastic as actually rutting them, although the perverse display somehow made it more enticing than actual sex.
Knowing that his daughter and wife were getting him off while masturbating in the process was a wondrous combination of taboo and titillating. Alongside the nearly insatiable lust his spouse gained from Twilight’s enchantment, he’d noticed that it didn’t take her long to reach her limit and, if his assumption was right, the same principle applied to Dash. Whatever the Princess had done to them had not only augmented their libido but made it almost laughably easy for them to cum - a fact that he had every intention of capitalizing on.
It didn’t take long for his domineering side to strike, prompting him to gently start thrusting. He hadn’t presumed the added bit of stimulation would be all that rewarding, but he was proven wrong. The soft sounds of their whimpers and moans were sweet music to his ears, while his shaft was quickly moistened by their sensual juices. As much as he liked hearing their frisky banter, there was something to be said about the sound of them enjoying themselves.
On and on they went, occasionally gyrating their hips or slowing to fixate beneath the sensitive head of his dick, while he inched closer and closer to his limit. Given how much sex he’d had in the last year, he was keenly aware of just how long he’d be able to last - as such, he patiently waited for just the right moment to strike. It wasn’t until he noticed them trembling, losing their steady rhythm to hump against him, did he finally put his own plan into action.
Leaning forward slightly, resting his hands atop their groins, he fiercely rubbed their clits with his thumbs. The act had an immediate and profound effect, working just as he’d hoped. Their movements ground to a faltering halt, as they whimpered and mewled at his touch. It may have been a bit of a dirty trick, but all was fair in the realms of love and carnal combat.
“T…that’s cheating!” Windy mewled, fitfully humping against his hand.
Doing much the same as her mother, all but giving up on giving the competition, Dash hauled on her teats and sent a spray of milk over herself. “H…harder, Daddy!”
Overjoyed with the development, but still creeping closer to the edge himself, he cast off his modesty and began fucking between them in earnest. Each plunge caused pre-cum to drool from his stallionhood, gliding down his shaft to further lubricate each thrust. The fact that he’d turned the tables so easily was immeasurably arousing, spurring him onward toward the finish line.
On and on he went, toying with his lovers until he was left gritting his teeth to endure. He didn’t actually care if he came first, seeing as how he’d endure both Dash and Windy had a climax before it was all said and done, yet he had to at least try to best them. Just as he began to flair, with the veins along his length pulsing in tune with his heart, a shrill howl cut through the air.
Windy tensed, having lifted and suckled upon her own breast, as marish nectar gushed from her spasming snatch, but it wasn’t her that’d cried out. Looking over at Dash, seeing her head rolled back, his eyes widened. Writhing in place, savagely twisting both her nipples, she brayed and howled like a beast possessed, drenching both himself and his wife with her orgasmic juices all the while.
The sensory assault, paired with the knowledge that he’d beat them at their little game, proved too much to bear. With one final grunt, he let himself go. Pints of seed erupted from his throbbing cock, coating himself, his mates, and the blankets with his rich essence. It was a hard-earned and fitting conclusion for the affair, albeit a decidedly messy one.
“Fuck,” Windy rasped, going limp and flopping back.
Running a finger over her not-so-small baby bump, gathering up a sizable dollop of his cream, Dash moved her hand to her mouth and licked the digit clean. “We’re definitely gonna have to do that again sometime!”
Surveying the collateral damage, seeing just how a cocktail of spunk and mare-cum coated the bed, themselves, and even portions of the floor, Bow knit his brow. “We’re gonna need to get a tarp next time…”
“Oh! Or maybe we can use the kids’ kiddy pool!” Dash chirped.
Though her idea could work, that was a concern for another day. Patting their flanks, gently urging them to move, he pushed himself up. It was relatively late, he had work in the morning, the sheets needed changing, and he was direly in need of a shower, but he didn’t have the slightest bit of regret - if anything, the extra bit of work would ensure a restful slumber.
The trio sluggishly got to their feet and put themselves to work, with each tending to one task or another. Windy gathered up the blankets and sheets, carrying them off to the washing machine before anything had dried, while Dash retrieved fresh linens from the closet. Bow did what he could, trotting off to the bathroom and setting the shower to warm.
Since the three of them shared a room, it only made sense that he’d invested a substantial amount of bits into renovating the bathroom - as such, he’d purchased an extra-large tub and double vanity for them to share. It was a reasonable investment, given that they all slept together, and it had paid dividends in the end. Putting his hand under the shower-head, feeling the heated water against his palm, the sound of approaching footfalls caught his ear.
As he turned his head, spying Dash and Windy shuffling in, a weary smile split his muzzle. He and his lovers were tired, if for their own reasons, and absolutely slathered in juices, so getting cleaned up would be the perfect finishing touch for their night. Ushering them into the shower, stepping in behind them, the small ritual of their shower began.
Like many times before, and many nights still to come, they bathed one another and enjoyed the simple pleasure of washing one another. Though such events did occasionally take a licentious turn, merely appreciating each other brought them joy on a deep, fundamental level. Situated between the pair, relishing their hands on himself, Bow did what he could to lather them both.
He’d never expected to find himself in such a place, being in a relationship with his loving wife and affectionate daughter, yet there he was. They were raising a perfect little colt and filly, had another pair of foals on the way, and they’d somehow managed to eke out a wondrous life for themselves, in spite of how nontraditional it all was. Though there were surely others who would question what he’d started with them, he couldn’t care less about his naysayers; as far as he was concerned, he was the happiest stallion in all of Equestria…
