The Ballad of the Incest Counselor

"What was that, darling?"

>"O-oh, Father... You're home early from work, how was your day?"

"... Work was fine... Is that the mail? I'm expecting a bank statement."

>"Bank statement? Well, uh... I didn't see any letters from the bank... here you go"

>She ties to walk off with one opened letter tucked under her arm

"Ah, Rarity dear? Did you get a letter?"

>You're pretty sure you know what's going on, but it was always worth it to see her squirm

>"Me? o-oh, yes... It's not important..."

"May I see it?"

>Your arm is extended, and the look in your face says it all.

>She struggles internally for a moment, before a sigh of defeat, she hands you the letter.

>"I'm sorry, Daddy."

>She's looking down in shame.

>It's a bank envelope, the paper inside has written in large red letters: "Overdrawn -$127.63"

>The previous balance was well over 500 dollars.

>You let out a long sigh.

>Jesus Christ. Rarity, you're my darling little angel but sometimes you just...

>Remaining silent, you point at the stairs. She gets the message, and meshes her way to her room, closing the door.

>Another sigh. You wish her mother was still here, she'd know how to handle these kind of things.

>Not dwelling on your late wife, you put the letter down and made your way to the kitchen to heat up leftovers for dinner.

>Delicious spaghetti, your daughter sure took after her mother in the cooking department. While you were good with baking, cooking was not your forte.

>Your thoughts drifted to Rarity. She was a gem of a daughter, she was your sunshine.

>You couldn't stay mad at her, even when you wanted to. But you were disappointed, none the less.

>After finishing your Italian dinner, you decide a dessert is in order.

>You'd bake your famus fudge brownies, they'd go great with ice cream, you daydream.

>You always enjoyed baking, it gave you a chance to get your thoughts in order. You needed to think of what you were going to say to your daughter.

>With your fudge brownies done, you served two bowls with a scoop of vanilla on top of a heaping slice of hot chocolaty goodness.

>You made the trek up the stairs, past Sweetie's vacant room, she was staying with your mother.

>Stopping at her door, you steel yourself. This is it.

>The door opens with a creek, and you step inside.

>Her room is a mess, fabrics strewn about, mannequins sat half dressed, supplies scattered everywhere.

>But the one place in her large room was where she slept, her bed was sized for a queen and had a canopy.

>There she laid, her face buried in a plush pillow.

>You made your way there, sat down on the side of her bed, put the bowls on her night stand and placed a hand on her shoulder.

>She turned and looked at you, you could tell she had been crying.

"Hey there, princess."

>You smiled at her, and she seemed confused about your seemingly good mood.

>"Daddy?"

>Your smile grew, dear lord she was adorable.

"I made you some dessert, sweetheart"

>She sits up, and notices the bowls. You hand her one, as you dig into yours.

>This was already going much better than expected.

>You knew Rarity loved your brownies, and honestly you never knew any female on the planet who didn't go crazy for chocolate.

>Now it was time to bring the bank amount up... As painful as it will be...

"Rarity, my princess... How could you spend over six hundred dollars without realizing it?"

>That's it, just keep your voice soft.

>She seemed hurt, but eventually answered: "I don't know..."

>That got a sigh from you.

"Darling, I set up your account to teach you How to manage money, not to spend it easier."

>"...I know, Daddy. I'm terribly sorry... I feel awful. I don't know what to do."

"Well, that's what I'm here to talk to you about. First, you need to come up with money to pay your overdrawn fee."

"Then you have to pay back those 127 dollars."

"THEN, you need another 200 dollars to avoid service charges. How are your dresses coming? You'll have to sell some to earn the money."

>Rarity was nearly in tears again. She hadn't considered all that, and she was scared to have to come up with all that money so soon.

>"My dresses are doing fabulously, just... Nobody wants to buy them... I don't know how I'll pay the overdrawn fee in time..."

>God damn it. You hated to see your baby girl like this.

"It's okay, Rarity. I'll pay for the fee, but just this once. But only if you promise to be more responsible. You need to take care of your chores, do your studies, and when you can manage, take commissions for more dresses."

>"Oh! Thank you Daddy, THANK YOU!!"

>The erupted, throwing her arms around you. She knew how to manipulate you, you had to be careful sometimes. But you could tell this was genuine.

"And you're grounded for a month."

>band aid: ripped.

>"B-bu-but Daddyyyyy"

>She whined, of course this was the hardest part.

"No buts, young lady. You'll be busy enough earning that money as it is."

>She was giving you that pouty look. She looks so much like her mother...

>"Daddy... Why are you looking at me like that?"

>Oh shit, snap out of it Anonymous. She's your daughter for crying out loud. Your wife is gone, you need to move on...

"Sorry, sweetheart. I got distracted."

>Rarity wasn't dumb, she sensed the sadness in your voice.

>"Is... Is it mom again?"

>You didn't answer, but the tear in your eye spoke for you.

>"Daddy..."

>She hugged you tight, and you returned the embrace.

>"It's okay Daddy, I'm here for you... Everything is going to be okay."

>She's sitting in your lap, with her arms and legs wrapped around your torso.

>You adjust your sitting, and move to the center of the bed where you won't fall, avoiding the empty bowls.

>After getting yourself situated, something comes to your attention.

>Rarity's breath is very deep, and you pull back to look into her eyes.

>She looked concerned, sad, and totally innocent.

>Her hair was messy, and her eyes puffy. But oddly enough, her face seemed... Flushed.

>Only then did it hit you, the inappropriate nature of her grip on you.

"Rarity..."

>"Shh... It's okay Daddy. I know I remind you of mother..."

"Rarity, sweetheart, this isn't-"

>She silences you with a dainty finger on your lips, and pushes you into her pillow.

>"Let me do this for you, Daddy. Let me help you... I can do everything mom could."

>As she spoke, she began to grind her panties on your jeans, her skirt was a non-obstacle.

>Oh sweet Jesus what are you doing? This is so wrong!

>So many things you wanted to say, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop this.

>Some sick part of you, deep down, wanted this... Needed this.

>It isn't taking advantage of her if she offered, right?

>"I want you to treat me like mother, let me be your wife for just this one time..."

>She breathed, as she leaned in and kissed you sloppily on the lips. You could feel her wetness through her panties and your jeans. She was soaked.

>Your lips parted, and she let out a giggle and moan. Oh god, that moan... She sounded EXACTLY like her mother. But she was only seventeen.

>Rarity then leaned back, throwing her legs into the air, she pulls her panties off, and tosses then into the air.

>Her flower is fully exposed to you, on display. She may have been seventeen, but she was a fully matured woman. You'd never truly convince yourself of that, however.

>"Make me yours, ravage me. I want to know what it is to be loved..."

>muhdick.jpg that fucking moan

>Instantly, you grab her legs and pull her up closer for inspection.

>The first thing that caught your eye was her purple pubic hair. She'd shaved it into a strip, that directed all eyes downward to her petals.

>With two fingers, you parted her outer lips, and immediately you notice her clitoris is fully engorged. It's actually quite large as far as clits go.

>Below that is a tiny slit, her urethra, and under that is her honeypot. you couldn't see inside very far, it looked so tight.

>And last, but certainly not the least she had to offer, was her puckered star. it was light grey, and seemed very inviting.

>You bend down, and sniff deeply her scent. She's so aroused.

>"D-Daddy please... Don't tease me- hah..."

>She trembled at your breath.

>Well, no sense in treating further.

>You take your two fingers, spreading her open wider, and lick from her asshole to to her clit, lingering on the clit.

>Her gasp and cry are music to your ears.

>You wrap her clit with your lips and rub it from all angles, suckling it gently

>She writhes in ecstasy, calling your name loud, as you bring her to orgasm in little over a minute.

>This was too easy. You decide to let her sensitive clit rest, so you move on to another spot to lick.

>Her puckered hole was the perfect place to start.

>After a moment of licking, it was slick with spit, and you were occupied with trying to pry her open with your tongue, to lick deep inside.

>You'd licked until her flavor was overpowered by the taste of your own spit, then moved up to clean her lady cum off her labia.

>Good god she tasted heavenly. Her voice made those little mewling noises, and she couldn't contain her pleasure.

>After a few more minutes of cleaning her, it was time for a slight change of pace.

>You push her away, and lean back to remove your pants and boxers, tossing them away.

>Now it was your turn to present yourself. Your erect dick stood tall, your balls hung low, and your own pubes were neat and tidy.

>Rarity stared agape, and reached her hand to stoke your testes.

>"Wow... You're so... big!"

>This made you grin and chuckle.

"Just take it easy, don't let it intimidate you too much..."

>She gulped, and resumed stroking, moving up to your shaft.

>Her tiny hands were so damn soft, they felt amazing on your dick. But you weren't about to get off on a handjob.

>Thankfully, your daughter thought the she thing, and began to lean in to give you a few tentative licks.

>You'd been blueballed for more than a year now, and after all this time you had little patience for tentative licks. You had to encourage her to go further.

"That's it sweetheart, use your lips... Suck your Daddy off, don't be shy."

>You run your fingers through her hair, and pull it out of her face, to hook it behind her ear.

>Finally she'd taken your whole length into her mouth, and was bobbing her head on your dick properly.

>How you've missed this feeling. You couldn't believe your daughter was sucking your cock. You couldn't believe how good she was at it.

>She applied just the right pressure in all the right places, and was effectively milking you.

>Finally it comes to a head, and you decide not to hold back your orgasm.

"Oooh, sweetheart... I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum ohhh..."

>At this, she looked up into your eyes, and kept your dick in her mouth, sucking you hard.

>With a loud grunt, you shot rope after rope of thick seed into your daughters hungry mouth.

>When the torrent ended, she gripped you between her index finger and thumb, squeezing out the last drops as she pulled off of you.

>You looked into her eyes, as she swished your ejaculate around.

"You know Rares, a lady doesn't spit."

>Your words were spoken in jest, but she looked at you, stopped swishing your seed, and swallowed it all down in one mighty gulp.

>You were stunned silent. And instantly erect again.

>"Ahh... So THAT'S what it tastes like... Pretty good, actually. Kind of salty. I bet it'd be good on one of your fudge brownies."

>She had to be kidding. Look at that smile! Of course she's kidding... She's kidding, right?

>You don't get to ponder it long, before she's turning over, presenting her round ass, and looking at you over her shoulder.

>"I want you to fuck me, Daddy"

>You take in her perfect figure, and admire her round bottom.

>Getting up on your knees, you move closer to her rear, and slap her cheeks with your hands.

>She yelps, and sighs as you spank her ass.

"You've been a bad girl. You like spending all that money? Coming to Daddy to pay your debts for you, hm?"

>"Oh Daddy! spank me! show me how bad I've been!"

>You swat her one hard, and she jumps with pleasure, as you skewer her on your dick in one quick thrust.

>Her scream is shrill, but one of ultimate pleasure.

>You did it. You took your daughter's virginity. And you obliterated it in one lusty thrust.

>Maybe you got ahead of yourself, and forgot about the pain it'd cause... But she seems to be loving it.

>"OH! DADDYYYYT!!!"

>You pause only a moment, before resuming railing her unbelievably tight cunt, and spanking her ass as hard as you could.

>At this rate, you'd be deaf. Her pleasured screams would have hurt your ears if you weren't so preoccupied with your building climax.

>Already she'd come thrice, and her ass was glowing red.

>Finally, you grip her lush hair, and pull her head back, hilting yourself deep inside her, you can feel her cervix as you explode inside her.

>You let out a dominating yell, and you make her yours, spilling your cum deep inside her most private parts.

>The two of you cuddled up to each other, both naked and exposed.

>Your daughter's small frame is pressed against you.

>"Sorry about going crazy with the spending, Daddy."

>The way she spoke was so sexy.

>"You'll help pay for it, won't you?"

>You didn't need to think on it long

"Of course I will, sweetheart. I'll wire some money to your account, and fill it back up to where it was before, how's that sound?"

>"Oh, Daddy. You're the best! I love you SOOO much"

>She kissed your lips, giving you lots of tongue, meanwhile her hands were on your broad chest.

>Finally the kiss ends with a rope of spit.

>"Ahh... So, am I still grounded?"

"Absolutely."

>Another pout.

>"We'll see about that!"

>She grabbed your stiffening dick, and pumps it a few times to get it fully erect.

>Here we go!

 

*not sure if this is the same story but i thought it was if not let me know and i'll fix it*

 

>Be Mr. Anon, single father of two beautiful girls, Sweetiebelle and Rarity.

>Due to the hours of your job, you can't take care of your Sweetie full time, but thankfully your mother adores watching after her when you are unable.

>Rarity, however, is nearly 18, and is a VERY responsible young lady. Even as a little girl, she was rather precocious.

>She was so much like her mother...

>You knew she'd make a man very happy one day. Though that poor man will have to get through you first.

>Lately, however, she'd been making you pretty happy. Rather, happier than usual.

>She'd cooked more extravagant meals, done more chores around the house, and even kept Sweetiebelle dressed and taken care of.

>But there was something else...Something hidden below the surface.

>Something scandalous.

>Ever since one fateful evening, when you'd confronted her about a certain financial mishap, she'd played the role of your lover on multiple occasions.

>The thing is, as bad as you felt important ldn't control yourself when she presented herself to you.

>You became a perverted animal when the two of you were alone, and the fact disturbed you greatly.

>But the more important change in your life since then, was the fact that your employer had laid you off.

>Finding a new job had been difficult, but at least for the time being, you were able to spend the time you wanted with your family, bonding over new experiences.

>But today was the day. You saw an opening, and you took it.

>It just so happened the School Counselor at Canterlot High had retired, and the position had opened, and needed urgently to be filled

>You knew that degree in psychology wasn't a total waste of time. Screw you, Dad.

>You weren't even expecting to get called in for an interview, but apparently they haven't had many applicants, oddly enough.

>You were expecting a call, any time now, letting you know if you're hired, or if they're just thankful you tired.

>When the phone rang, your heart seized up in your chest.

>You heard a feminine voice on the line, it was Principal Celestia.

"Yes, of course I can start on Monday. 6 o'clock? absolutely. Thank you VERY much, Ms. Celestia. Okay. See you then."

>Hang up the phone

>freddiemurcuryfistpump.jpg

>It was time to make an announcement to your daughters.

>You approached your kitchen, waking on air, you are so elated.

>You smell something cooking, and immediately are met with the sight of Sweetiebelle sitting at the table, writing something in her notebook, humming a tune.

>You turn, and see Rarity, hard at work preparing a delicious meal.

"Ahem. Sweetie, Rarity. I have something to tell you both."

>They both pause, and turn their attention to you.

>"Are we going to Hasbroworld?"

>You laugh at Sweetiebelle's question, and pat her on the head

"Ha, you silly girl. Maybe next year, though. The good news is, I just got a call from Miss Celestia. And I'm starting my new job as School Counselor tomorrow!"

>"Oh Father, that's WONDERFUL news! Isn't it, Sweetie?"

>"Yeah!... What's a coun-sel-or?"

"Sweetiebelle, you remember Mr. Abernathy? He's the old counselor, I'm taking his place."

>"Ohhh. Yeah, I remember him."

>"Daddy, this is just the best news! we HAVE to celebrate. Take a seat, I'm nearly done preparing supper."

>You take your seat at the head of the table

"What is supper, sweetheart? It smells delightful."

>"Coq Au Vin! It's French, I'm really excited for you both to try it!"

>Coq Au Vin, you parroted to yourself. Your daughter was quite the cook. She was a very cultured young lady.

"'Rooster and Wine'. Gotta love French cuisine."

>This elicited a giggle from Rarity, who was preparing plates for the two of you and herself.

>She came to the table, and gave you your plate first, then her sister's.

>On her second trip, she brought her plate, along with glasses and a bottle of white.

>You poured yourself a glass, and gave a look to your daughters.

"Yes. Celebrations are in order. We'll need two more wine glasses, Rarity if you wouldn't mind."

>In a moment, you had two extra glasses.

>One you filled regular, the other you only poured a little.

>Passing the glasses out, making sure Sweetiebelle got the smaller serving, you proposed a toast.

>'To your future success!'

*clink* *clink* *clink*

>Though the taste of alcohol seemed to offend Sweetiebelle's pallet, Rarity quite liked the treat, and was behaving very much like a lady.

>As the night went on, and you finished the amazing meal, Sweetiebelle headed off to bed, and you prepared your best suit for tomorrow.

>You were in your room, just finishing your nightly routine, when you heard the door creak.

>"Daddy?"

>It was Rarity.

"I'm in here"

>You called from around your toothbrush.

>She was standing in the doorway of your bathroom. You saw her out the corner of your eye, as you bent down to spit.

>Standing upright, you turn to her and notice what she's wearing.

>Could your boner ever catch a break? She was wearing the sexiest lacy undergarment you'd ever seen.

"What... What is it, sweetheart?"

>"I just wanted to show you something I made... Do you like it?"

>She struck another sexy pose. Your boner betrayed your opinion on her ensemble, as it poked it's way through your lounge pants.

>"Oh, I see your 'buddy' likes it!"

>Her giggle was intoxicating.

"Rarity... You look stunning..."

>You were at a loss for words

>"Come on, I want to show you something!"

>She took your hand, and dragged you out into the open space of your room, and she sat you down in your chair, and stood in front of you.

>She then proceeded to model her underwear for you, twirling, and dancing suggestively

>You sat back, and marveled at your daughter's perfect body, showcased by her sexy as hell outfit.

>As your erection reached critical mass, she began to approach, still dancing.

>She shook her rump, busted her hips side to side, and stretched her arms above her head as she spun, lingering with her ass right in front of you.

>She then proceeded to back her ass up, and hovered it over your boner, grinding it gently, peering over her shoulder to see your brow was beginning to sweat, and your jaw was slack.

>Finally, after she'd danced enough, she turned back to face you, and pulled you out of your chair by the arm.

>She led you too your bead, climbing in with you, and turning out the lights.

>You can't see very well, but you feel her removing your pants, boxers included.

>She straddles your waist, her bottom was missing.

>Slowly, she begins to rub her damp lips along your shaft, pinned between her and your belly.

>You feel the press of her hands on either side of your head, as she leans down to kiss you with passion.

>Then suddenly, one hand is retracted, it reaches for your dick, and inserts it into her wanton lips.

>She begins to bounce in rhythm, and gently moan into your ear as she nibbled on it.

>It felt like only a minute, but was probably closer to thirty. Both of you were covered in sweat, and the sloppy mess at your thighs was soaking the sheets.

>And you were riding the edge of orgasm.

>You found your hands caressing your daughters perky tits, as she rode you like a champion.

>"Oh, Daddy! I want your cum inside me...!" >She exclaimed in a very hushed, raspy voice.

>That was enough, you let yourself go, and seconds later let out your seed with a strangled groan.

>Finally you both came down, and she fell beside you in bed, breathless as you were.

>"Oh... I love you, Daddy."

>You gasp for more air, feeling your heart thumping in your chest.

"I...Love...You...Too... My Sweetheart"

>She smiled, though you didn't see, and turned her back to you to assume the little spoon position.

>You cuddle up close to her, and wrap your arms around her bare waist.

>Sleep finds you quickly.

>4:30 A.M. came way too fucking fast. You didn't even want to remove your blankets, you were so warm, and outside was so damn cold.

>Rarity adjusted her nude form in your arms, seemingly still asleep.

>Hold the phone... Shit, you remembered now. She came in to model her undies, and rode your dick because you apparently have zero inhibitions.

>Your heart sank a little. God. Damn. You needed help, but who would ever admit to anyone about fucking his underage daughter?

>Fuck that shit, you're carrying this to your damn grave. And you'd hope she is, too... But you've got to draw a line. This ends here.

>Carefully untangling your bodies, you embrace the cold air as you get out of bed.

>Shit that's cold, where did your lounge pants get to?

>Finally bundled up with slippers, pants, a tee and your robe, you leave Rarity in your bed to go down and fix breakfast.

>Since the only other thing you can cook besides eggs is pancakes, you decide to make that.

>In no time, you had a large stack of pancakes done, soaking in butter and syrup.

>Sweetiebelle was the first down, smelling the tasty treat. How the girl manages to wake this early every morning escapes you.

>She turned on the T.V. and quietly watched cartoons while she ate.

>Then Rarity came in. She was dressed in silk pajamas, and her hair had been done up.

>She kissed you on the lips, and you immediately looked to see if Sweetiebelle saw that. Thankfully she was engaged by the television.

>Checking the clock, it's 5:15. Oh shit that reminded you of a fucking song. Now you wanted to jump off a bridge.

"Pancakes are for you two, I left mine in the microwave. I'm going to shower, and get ready to go to the school. Can you get your sister ready for the bus?"

>"Sure thing, Daddy. Enjoy your shower"

>Oh god she winked.

>Your shower went off with out a hitch, you got dressed in your suit, and came down to an empty kitchen.

>It only took a few minutes to kill your plate of pancakes, and with time to spare, you said a goodbye to your daughters and left for your first day on the job.

 

>The drive was short, and uneventful.

>In no time you were standing outside Principal Celestia's office, waiting to go in.

>"Enter."

>Huh?... Okay.

>Upon entry, you notice another woman leaving, waking past you.

>Her skin tone was blue, and her attire was purple.

>She gave you an appraising look, as she strolled past.

>"Mr. Anonymous. Welcome to Canterlot High"

>Your attention is snapped back to Celestia, who it's eyeing you disinterestedly

>You take a seat, and extend a hand to shake

"Miss Celestia. Glad to be here. Thank you again for-"

>"Yes, yes let's get on with it. Your office is down the hall, it has been emptied, though you are welcome to personalise your desk as your see fit, keeping the decor 'PG' of course."

"Well, of co-"

>"Second, you are to address my sister and I professionally at all times."

"Sister?"

>"Vice Principal Luna, you met her on her way out. She would fill in for Counselor Abernathy on his sick days."

>"Third, while I'm sure it won't be a problem, ANY inappropriate incident with a student, and you will be immediately terminated, investigated, and tired accordingly."

>Your mouth was left agape at her words, but you quickly nodded your understanding.

"Absolutely, Principal Celestia, it will never be an issue I assure you."

>She looked at you skeptically, searching for any treacherous facial feature.

>"Good. Vice Principal Luna will see you to your office, you are dismissed."

>You let out a breath, got up and walked to the door.

>"Mr. Anonymous."

>You turn.

>"Good luck."

>Waiting outside the door is the woman you saw leaving the room. You guessed this was Luna.

>"Anonymous, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Thank you. You must be Vice Principal Luna?"

>"Yes, but you can just call me Luna. Celestia probably told you too keep a professional attitude at all times, but please don't when she's not around."

"She did fine off as somewhat... Bitter? No offence meant of course."

>She laughed. That's good, right?

>"Tia can get worn down by her job sometimes, yes. Some may argue it comes with the territory, but she's pretty nice once you get past her harsh exterior... Not that you will, mind you."

>You stopped outside a door, with a frosted glass window.

"Is this my office?"

>"Yes, this is it. The maintenance team will be here shortly to change the name on the door, you'll want to meet with them."

>You opened the door, and the two of you stepped inside the empty room. Well, at least it had a cool desk.

>"So so you have a shorter nane, Anonymous?"

"Huh? oh. You can call me Anon."

>She smiled.

>"Good luck on your career here, Anon. I'm sure we'll be good friends. If you need any advice, my office is across the hall."

>She left, and your door closed slowly.

>Welp... Looks like you have an office to decorate.

>It had been a long three hours, but your name was on the door, and your office was becoming a lot more personal by the minute.

>The first thing you installed were your speakers, and receiver.

>Fuck whistling, you needed the whole damn orchestra when you worked.

>The Royal Philharmonic Orchestra, to be exact. Their performance of the Dans Macabre always gave you goosebumps.

>Everything was nearly in place, you'd alphabetized your bookshelf, with your massive encyclopedia collection.

>Your shit was looking legit. All you needed were some potted plants and you were set, but that'd have to wait for another day.

>A knock at your door catches your attention, and you call your visitor in.

>It's Luna.

"Oh, Hi Luna. What do you think?"

>You gestured to your office, and she has a look around.

>"Very nice, Anon. Could use a few plants, though... Is that... Bach's Partita?"

"Partita number 6, yes. This one is played in E minor... I didn't know you had an ear for classical music, Miss Luna."

>"I was in the orchestra in my high school days. I had a thing for the pipe organ, I'd recognize Bach anywhere."

"I very much enjoy classical music, yes. But was there something you needed?"

>"Ah, not exactly. I just wanted to see you before your day started. Classes are in session, and you're bound to receive a student any minute. Oh, and as much as I enjoy music, it isn't exactly... Allowed... in the office. But you should be fine as long as you keep it low, and classical."

>Damn. The professionalism is going to kill you one day.

"Thank you, Luna. I'll keep that in mind... Would you like to get some coffee later?"

>Boom. You're not sure why you asked that, but you're sure your high school self would be smiling at you if he were here.

>She paused at looked at you, half in your door.

>"I take my break at 3. I'll be in the teacher's lounge."

>She fucking winked. Foxy, that one.

>It's time. Your first student!... Shit. How do you counsel again? You're fucking nervous.

>Oh what's gotten into you? What kind of problem could a teenager have, that YOU, an adult, father of two children, can't help solve? Bring it.

>You call the student in, her name is Vinyl.

>Wow. Today's fucking youth, man. Shit, don't get like that Anon, you're not that old yet goddamnit.

"Vinyl Scratch?"

>"Sup?"

>Christ, could she sound any more like a carpet muncher? Nowacking joke

"It seems this is the... seventeenth time this week you've had some form of headphones confiscated from you..."

>Holy cow, were you reading her file correctly?

>... Was she even listening?... Mother. Fucker.

"Take those out, Vinyl."

>You reach over, and pull an ear bud out of her ear. She hands you the set after unplugging them.

>So she was going to be one of those students. Sigh.

>Well, that one was handled nicely. She's got one more strike, and hopefully the threat of detention with no music will strengthen her up.

>Next! This shit was easy.

>Your door opened, and in stepped a shy student with long pink hair. Her file was fucking enormous. Maybe you spoke too soon.

[A LOT OF TIME PASSES]

>"A-and that's why I spend so much time with animals"

>You were really trying your hardest. Wasn't there a difference between a counselor and a fucking therapist? This girl needed some professional help for crying out loud.

"Fluttershy, what I'm sensing here is not something to do with a direct fear of people, but a fear of yourself."

>"Huh? What do you mean?"

>Yeah, Anon, stop talking out of your ass.

"What I mean is, people don't intimate you, YOU intimidate you. You're afraid of yourself, what you're capable of. Fluttershy, you're afraid of success."

>Yes, talk more shit. At this point it's better to leave her confused so she can't see through your Dr. Phil act.

"You're afraid of the expectations that come with succeeding in a social, academic, and even professional field. And until you can face this fear, you'll always be crippled by anxiety."

>Okay, you think you spun it correctly.

>Fluttershy just sits there, thinking.

>"You know what, Mr. Anonymous? You're right. I AM afraid of success. I don't want to be in the spotlight. I've always shied away from challenges I could have easily overcome."

>Huh?

"I'm glad I could help you, Fluttershy. Now to help you boost those grades, I'm going to send you too the study hall. Say hello to Vinyl if you see her."

>That's the bell. You look, and the clock reads straight up 3:00

>Holy shit you've only done two.

>Fluttershy leaves, and tells you through your door that there aren't anymore students waiting.

>That's a relief. Your lunch hour was overdue.

>After some difficulty finding the teacher's lounge, you finally arrive, bumping into Luna outside the door.

>You greeted each other, and went inside.

>There weren't many teachers, due to the time of day, but you recognize the librarian, and you could only guess that was the gym teacher she was talking to.

>"So how was your first day?"

>Luna was the first to heat up her lunch. It was a microwave dinner, lasagna.

"It wasn't too bad... Only had two students visit me. I think I really helped one out, though. What was her name... Fluttershy?"

>Luna nearly spit her coffee

>"Fluttershy?! What happened?"

>You were smug

"I'm afraid it's quite confidential, but I may have helped her take a very important step towards succeeding in life."

>You weren't sure how your bullshit did any good, but you weren't about to tell anyone else about it, lest they question your credentials.

>"I have to say, I'm impressed. I've filled in for Mr. Abernathy on several occasions, and she was always the toughest student anyone's had to help."

>Her pasta was done, and it was your turn to use the microwave.

>You opened your cooler, and retrieved a container of your leftover supper.

>You fixed a plate, and popped it in to nuke it.

>After it was finished, the aroma filled the room, turning all heads to you.

>Avoiding any awkward contact, you took a seat across from Luna.

>"That looks lovely, did you cook it yourself?"

"Actually, my daughter made it. She's quite the cook."

>"Daughter? I didn't even know you were married."

>You are given pause...

"Well, I'm not. I'm a widower."

>Damn you were tying to AVOID awkward.

>"I'm sorry to hear that, Anon. Who is your daughter?"

>A happier subject. Sort of. You still felt scummy about what you and her have been doing.

"My youngest is named Sweetiebelle, she's 12. Rarity is my oldest, she's turning 18 soon."

>"Rarity... She's a student here, yes? I believe I know her. Smart girl, very fashionable, purple hair?"

>You smile

"Yep, that's my Rarity. So what about you? Husband or kids?"

>She gives you a brief look of sadness.

>"Well, no... I've... I've never really been... Romantically involved with anyone. I'm usually too caught up in my work, to be honest."

>She did seem somewhat lonely. You could imagine her being the achieving and distant type.

"Do you want to get dinner sometime?"

>Fuck, you really need to think shit through before you say it.

>She looks stunned, you're about to apologize, before she cuts you off.

>"I... That sounds fun, Anon. There's a new restaurant that's opened up outside my neighborhood. Do you like Mediterranean?"

>Now it's your turn to be surprised.

"Mediterranean? Sounds delicious. What time are you getting off work?"

>You had an uneventful afternoon, which didn't mean you were bored. You had Luna on your mind ever since you shared lunch with her.

>Finally at home, you'd hugged and greeted your lovely daughters, and told them both about your day.

>”You met Fluttershy? Goodness, I didn't know she'd been seeing the counselor.”

>”Fluttershy? She's the girl from the animal shelter, right?”

>”Yes, Sweetie. So did you meet anyone else, Father?”

“As a matter of fact, yes. And that's what I wanted to talk to you about next. Sweetie if you need help with you algebra I'll need to look it over with you now, since I won't be home till late tonight...”

>”You have plans?”

>Rarity interjected.

“Yes. I'm having dinner with one of my bosses, Vice Principal Luna.”

>”You're going on a date with Miss Luna? That's so sweet!”

>Sweetiebelle, you cutie.

>”Vice Principal Luna? Why are you having dinner with her? Wouldn't you have dinner with Principal Celestia? Or both, since it's business related?”

“Well, Rarity, it isn't strictly a business dinner. We're just going out to eat. As friends.”

>Why was she looking at you like that?

>Sweetie went off to grab her book bag, and you were just left with Rarity standing in your living room.

“Rarity...”

>”Have fun on your date, Father.”

>She stormed off, leaving you stunned and confused.

>Sigh

>The clock on your dash read 7:24 when you arrived at the restaurant. It turns out it was quite close to you, as well.

>You were supposed to meet at 7:30, but you can see she was already out front waiting.

>Well, no need to be rude.

>You get out of your car, lock it up, and stroll to the front of the building to say hello.

>You'd hit things off well, and the two of you were soon seated, being waited on.

>She'd ordered something called "Chicken Souvlaki" with white.

>You were still tying to make heads or trails of the menu.

>Eventually, in a last ditch effort to not look like a goofball, you pick a dish at random.

"Yeah, I'll take the... 'Feta couscous with artichokes'..."

>Damn, that was way harder than it needed to be. Good thing you didn't hate artichoke.

>"So, Anon. Tell me about yourself."

"Me? Oh, I don't have a very interesting tale to tell..."

>This earned you a giggle

>"Oh surely you must have SOMETHING interesting to tell?"

>Her smile was gorgeous.

"Well... My dad was quite the outdoorsman. would you like to hear about one of my excursions into the wilderness?"

>"An outdoorsman? You know, I've never been camping..."

"Trust me, it's a lot of hassle for only a little reward. One time, we took a trip to Bermuda to fish and SCUBA dive, spent the whole week tying to get our equipment to work, got about 15 minutes of dive time, and caught 3 tiny fish we weren't even allowed to keep."

>"Awww"

"It was the worst week of my dad's life. Made me swear not to tell mom how much of a flop it was for his buck. But what about you? Any stories?"

>She pondered a moment.

>"Well, when I was a little girl, I wanted to be a superstar. I wanted to sing, and play every instrument that existed."

"Really? A music lover, huh?"

>"Well, my mother was a dancer, and my father had a garage band. They were atrocious, but at the time I thought performing was the best thing in the world..."

"Didn't you say you played the organ?"

>"Yes, well at first I started on the keyboard. And eventually fund I had a better appreciation for the organ... The problem was organs are very rarely a career. After a while I just sort of... Lost the drive."

"You know, I tired to get into the music industry once. I had dreams of working with stars, in a big recording studio... That stuff is really tough to get into."

>"Is that what you wanted to be when you grew up?"

"Not at all. I didn't want to do ONE thing, I wanted to do EVERYTHING. I was a Jack of all trades, so to speak. I've held so many diverse jobs... Studied every subject I could in school, and took more post-secondary classes than I care to remember. I never really had a master plan for my life..."

>"Do you like it? Your life? Were it ended up, I mean."

"Oh, absolutely. I may have had grandiose dreams, but none of them were better than where I ended up... My daughters mean the world to me, and I'm so grateful that I've been able to provide for them, even if I had to do it alone."

>"That's so sweet, Anonymous."

>You could see she was genuinely touched.

>But it somehow escaped your notice that she was holding your hand.

>She was telling you about growing up with Celestia way back in the day, when the waiter came with your food.

>You looked at your plate. So THAT'S what couscous was.

>A quick taste, and confirmed it wasn't bad. Kind of a cross between pasta, rice, and cornmeal mash.

>Mmm... Cornmeal mash... You knew what you wanted to show your daughters for breakfast tomorrow.

>"Enjoying your food, Anon?"

>You smiled and swallowed your bite.

"It's really good. I quite like feta cheese."

>"So we talked about what we wanted to be when we grew up... What do Sweetiebelle and Rarity want to be?"

>Luna took measured bites, clearly enjoying her chicken... whatever it was.

"Well, Sweetiebelle takes after her old man. She's got something new that interests her every week. Though I think the one thing she's most passionate about is songwriting. She's a very good writer."

>"Has she ever written a song for her daddy?"

>Gosh. When did you get this bashful? You could feel your cheeks burning they were so red.

"As a matter of fact, she would sing a song about her daddy when she was in preschool. She made it up while waiting for me to pick her up because she missed me."

>"Oh that is just precious!"

"I nearly had a heart attack when I heard it. The other teachers were 'awww' ing her weeks."

>"And what about Rarity? She's a bright student. What does she want to do with her life?"

 

>Once again, you are given pause. You thought back to earlier, in the living room with her.

>You thought back to when she was a little girl, sweet talking herself another cookie after supper.

>You back to gripping her hair and hitting in her, shattering her virginity, and shudder.

"Rarity, she... She takes after her mother, who majored in theatre, and costume design. When she was young, she was an actress. And she was very precocious. We had her in acting classes, and she even appeared on television a few times."

>"Television? Impressive! What shows?"

"No shows, just adverts. When she was 8, however, her attention turned away from acting, and she became more interested in building costumes. From there, she's been designing her own fashion lines, and improving her sewing skills. She's quite the fashionista."

>"A fashionista. That sounds like a wonderful thing to do with one's life. Tour your designs around the world, design costumes for big name models. Your daughters have a very good future ahead of them, I'm sure."

>You both held each other's hand.

>After your meal, you'd picked up the check, ignoring to the best of your ability the total.

>Luna kindly offered to pay separate, but you insisted.

>When you wake into the parking lot, you were about to head to your car, until she told you she'd walked here.

"You what?"

>"I only live a couple blocks away, Anon. I decided to save the gas."

"Well why don't I give you a ride home? It's too late in the night for a lady to walk home alone."

>"It's fine, Anon, I enjoy walking anyways. I'm prone to car sickness."

>Car sickness? You'd never met anyone who got car sick.

"Well, in that case. I'll walk you home."

>She giggled again

>"Anon, you're such a gentleman. How can I refuse? I enjoy your company"

>That made you feel really good.

>You extended your bent elbow, and she held onto your arm as you walked in the crisp night air.

>Luna lets out a happy sigh.

>"I've always fancied the night. The temperatures are more tolerable, the sky is prettier... The air smells better."

"No argument there. Just look at all those stars."

>"Did you ever get into astronomy?"

"Some. I wasn't interested in constellations, though. I just like space. Did you?"

>"I took classes on astronomy. I really loved learning all the different constellations and their stories. Wasn't great with the science element, I just liked the history and lore..."

"I enjoy history. Got any interesting star stories to share?"

>"I don't know if you could call them interesting... But I have tons."

"Tell me one?"

>She smiled big.

>"This is my favorite story. It's the story of Andromeda."

"The galaxy?"

>"No, Andromeda was a princess of Ethiopia. Her parents were King Cepheus, and Queen Cassiopeia."

"Got it."

>"Well, Andromeda was gifted with great beauty. She was so beautiful, in fact, that it was all her mother could talk about. She boasted to everyone she could. She even went as far as to proclaim her daughter's beauty was greater than that of the Nereids."

"Nereids?"

>"The Nymphs of the sea. They were very jealous and spiteful creatures, who grew tired of Cassiopeia's incessant boasting. So they went to Neptune, who was second in power to his brother Jupiter."

"Jupiter was the god of war, right?"

>She burst out laughing.

>"Sorry Anon. No, you're thinking of MARS."

"...Oh."

>"Anyway, Neptune sent a sea monster, named Cetus to wreak vengeance upon the boastful queen. The beast ravaged the shores of Ethiopia, the deaths were too numerous to count."

"That sounds horrible."

>"Yes, well the king got so desperate, he consulted an Oracle, who told him the only easy to stop the monster was to sacrifice his daughter Andromeda for Cetus to devour."

"That's pretty messed up."

>"I know, right? Well, he had no other options. He chained his daughter to a rock by the sea. But when the monster charged at the young princess, the heroPerseussuddenly came diving out of the sky, swooping in between the monster and its prey. "

"Wait, who's Perseus?"

>"The Hero. Great Gandfather to Hercules. He rode on a winged horse named Pegasus. Anyway, he had just defeated Medusa, when he heard Andromeda's cries for help. He pulled Medusa's severed head out of his satchel, and faced Cetus with it. It, of course, turned the monster to stone. It sunk beneath the waves, and was never seen again."

"That's pretty epic. What happened to Andromeda after that?"

>"Well, stricken by her beauty, Perseus fell hopelessly in love with the young princess, and carried her off to be his bride."

"That was a pretty great story. Kind of... Romantic."

>"Yes, it is a romantic tale. It's easily my favorite story. I'd have to loan you a few books... There are many great stories of the stars If love to share with you. But it seems our time has run short."

>You stop walking in front of a small house with a single car parked in the driveway.

>Better walk her to her porch like a gentleman.

>Standing in front of her door, you turn to face each other, she takes your hands.

"Thanks for the story, Luna. I really enjoyed taking to you..."

>"Thank you for dinner, Anon. And for listening to my rambling stories."

>Why was her laugh was so sexy?

"I'd love to have dinner with you again sometime. Maybe we can make it a picnic under the stars? I know a good spot on a hill not far..."

>"That sounds lovely, Anon..."

>That's it. That's the pause. Her eyes closed slowly, and you leaned in close.

>She sensed you and her lips nudged just slightly outward.

>Closer... Closer... Contact. Houston, the Eagle has landed.

>You shared in a gentle kiss, that lasted only a moment before you parted.

>The two of you stared in each other's eyes, before going in for one last kiss.

>This one longer, with a tad more feeling.

>Neither of you noticed the door opening.

>But you sure were startled by Celestia clearing her throat loudly.

>Well this is awkward as shit. You hadn't felt this feeling since you were a horny teen, caught by an adult with a girl's bra in your hands.

>You decide it's best to let Luna speak first.

>"Tia. Shouldn't you be in bed?"

>"I could say the same for you, Luna. It's 1 AM on a school night. Mr. Anonymous has to be at the school too, don't forget."

"Don't worry about me, Miss Celestia. I'll be okay to work tomorrow."

>She gave you a look. A bad, very scary look.

>Luna gave you a look, as well. One that said 'You should have stayed silent'

>"Okay then, Mr. Anonymous. I'd like to see you in my office at 4 AM today. You will assist the janitorial crew before you start your regular duties."

>Is she even serious. The fuck.

"Yes, Ma'am. 4 AM, your office."

>She smirked.

>"Good. You should be off, now. See you soon."

>She backs up, and closes the door hard.

>That empty feeling.

>You had decided it would be best if you ran back to your car. Then you'd be extra sleepy when you got home.

>Not a good idea. When did you get this far out of shape? You were huffing like a junkie in a paint store.

>By the time you got to your front door, you were dead on your feet.

>You used your keys to unlock the deadbolt, and didn't bother to lock it behind you.

>Practically crawling, you made to bed and climbed in. Praise Jesus your room wasn't on the second floor.

>You were so tired you didn't even realize you weren't alone in your bed. You thought it was some sort of hallucination.

>Your eyes snap open, and you have to see who's been sleeping in your bed. You felt like father bear at this point.

"Who's been sleeping in my bed?"

>Wow that was a grumbly voice.

>"Mm- Me"

>That was Sweetiebelle. Case closed.

>The sand man crept up on you before you could think any more about Sweetiebelle sleeping in your bed.

>You were startled awake by your phone, apparently you'd forgotten to put it on the charger.

>The number was unknown.

"Hello, this is Anonymous."

>"Anon?"

>You bolted upright. It was Luna. What the hell time was it?

>3:53 AM.

>"Anon, I just wanted to thank you again for last night. And apologize for my sister. But I have good news."

>Your heart was racing

>"Celestia and I spoke, and I convinced her to cancel your 'appointment' at 4. Just make sure you're in your office by 8."

>Well that was fantastic news. You were glad to have Luna fighting on your side.

>A huge breath left your lungs, and relief washed over you.

"Wow, Luna thank you so much... I don't know what to say! Thanks a million."

>Ahh... Even over the phone, you loved to hear her giggle.

>"Think nothing of it, Anon. I'll see you later, have pleasant dreams. Night night!"

"Night Luna"

>Click.

>Well, good thing you had the wake-up call. Your alarm wasn't even set. Better take care of that.

>"Daddy? Was that Miss Luna?"

>Oh yeah...

"It was, Sweetiebelle. You haven't slept in my bed in years, what made you tonight?"

>"Oh, I just couldn't stop thinking about you and Luna on your date... Is Luna going to become our new mommy?"

"Of course not! Er, I mean..."

>...

 

>This was a strange feel to feel.

"Sweetiebelle, Luna and I are just friends... We don't have a deep relationship, we just had dinner."

>"You didn't kiss her?"

>... Why the hell not, she's a smart girl.

"Well, don't go blabbing to everyone, but I did kiss her. That has to stay secret, though."

>"But if you kissed her, doesn't that mean you love her?"

"...Well... Sweetie, sometimes when a man and a woman kiss... It's not because they love each other... It's just because... I don't know... It makes them feel good? No... I mean... It's so hard to explain. Sometimes adults kiss to see if they COULD love each other. Does that make any sense?"

>"...I guess. So could you love Miss Luna?"

>Damn it. Your heart wanted to keep going, but your brain wanted this line of discussion to end...

"I don't know, Sweetiebelle. But I think I'd like to try. We've agreed to go out again sometime."

>"That sounds nice. I'd like to have a mommy again. Grandma doesn't count."

>She hugged you tightly, and you returned the embrace. Your heart was aching.

>Your alarm blared, and you jumped out of bed.

>Good alarm.

>Sweetiebelle was gone. Typical, she always got up early.

>After making your way down, you saw her at the table doing more homework.

>Such a responsible young lady, you thought.

>A loud gurgle interrupted your thoughts. Patting your stomach, it is decided breakfast is in order.

>And you knew JUST what to make. A breakfast fit for champions. which is why you hadn't eaten it since you were a teenager

>How hard could it be? Gathering the ingredients, you quickly got to work. Thank goodness for smart phones, or you'd be lost.

>It was a simple breakfast, similar to oatmeal. Just with corn. And better.

>Finally, you served two bowls, and sat down next to your youngest daughter.

>”What's this stuff again?”

“Cornmeal mush. My dad used to make it all the time when I was a kid. It's packed with energy, very good to eat on a camping trip.”

>She took a skeptical look at her spoonful. And slowly tasted it.

>She seemed to like it. Of course, you added a ton of sugar to it so why wouldn't she?

>”Mmm, it's good!”

“Thank you. Just don't talk with your mouth full.”

>You heard the stairs creak, that must be Rarity.

>When she walked into the kitchen, you noticed she was more... Bedraggled than usual. Less dolled up.

>You didn't claim to know much about women. Who does, right? But you knew Rarity. She always took pride in her appearance. Even at breakfast.

“Rarity, darling, I made cornmeal mush, it's on the stove.”

>You heard a faint 'ugh' as she saw what you'd cooked.

>You knew your cooking skills were lackluster, but you didn't fuck it up TOO bad, right?

>No, it tasted pretty good. Not quite like what dad made. He used more butter.

“Rarity, is something bothering you?”

>”No.”

>Fuck.

“Are you sure?”

>”Absolutely.”

>She smiled as she sat down across from you.

“...Okay then.”

>You'd have to talk to her later, in private.

>Not looking forward to it.

>The rest of your morning went by in typical fashion, and you were happy to make it to your office on time, and not as a zombie.

>Note to self, don't schedule your next dinner on a fucking week night.

>Sitting at your desk, you are reminded of your lack of plants. Oh well, you had bigger issues. Like how you were going to get a couch in here.

>You needed somewhere to sleep in case of emergencies.

>What's this? A knock on the door? It's a bit early for that.

>Shit, it's Celestia.

>”Mr. Anonymous, good morning.”

“Good morning to you, Miss Celestia-”

>”Listen. Anon. I know you're new to this post. And you still have a lot to get used to around here. But let me give you one piece of advice.”

>You remain silent.

>”My sister is NOT just some easy doe-eyed girl for you to take advantage of. One dinner is not nearly enough to pretend like you've won her heart, I don't want to see that shit a second time, is that understood?”

>Wait. The fuck?

“Miss Celestia, it was just dinner. I didn't intend it to be anything more, I promise.”

>”Just dinner, huh? She didn't seem to think so. So get your shit straight, and leave my sister alone if you can't take her seriously. I will not stand for you leading her on, and I won't allow you to take advantage of her.”

>With that, she left.

>Note to self: Don't date your boss' sister.

>Fuck, you needed some coffee.

>Making your way to the teacher's lounge, you found Luna at the coffee pot.

>Okay... Maybe you weren't in the best state of mind to be around her at the moment.

>But... Coffee...

>Fuck it.

>”Oh! Anon, it's good to see you, you're looking very well rested.”

>Yeah...

“Thank you, Luna. You're looking fine this morning.”

>”You're too kind. But listen, about last night...”

>Oh shit.

“Yes?”

>She looks around, as if to make sure you were in the lounge alone.

>”About that kiss...”

>You almost interrupted with an apology, but she continued

>”I need to know... Did you mean to kiss me? Or was it spur of the moment?”

>...

>...

>You didn't know what to say.

>Say something!

“O-of course I meant it!”

>GOD DAMN IT!!!!!!!!

.......ya dun goofed.

>'Of course I meant it'

>Was that really your gut reaction? Was it because somewhere deep down, you REALLY meant it?

>Or were you just trying to keep from hurting her feelings?

>You hear Sweetiebelle in your head, the memory plays back to this morning.

>'could you love Miss Luna? I'd love to have a mommy again'

"I meant it."

>You stared deeply into her eyes, and you both went for another kiss.

>Just for a moment, before separating.

>She had a big smile on her face.

>You think you were smiling too, you couldn't tell at this point.

>"So, want to show me that hilltop this Friday?"

"Picnic?"

>"Picnic"

"I'm thinking 7:30, that way we'll get to see the sun go down"

>"I can't wait until then"

>One more peck on the lips.

>She had to go back to her office, and you had to get your coffee. And rethink your life.

>That morning went slow, you'd heard that Vinyl girl got caught with headphones again.

>Funny, she reminded you of yourself... But WAY more obnoxious.

>You could see yourself waking down the hall with your big cans, jamming out to CCR or Supertramp or some shit.

>Those memories made you shudder.

>A knock drew you from your thoughts. You had a student to counsel, it seemed.

>A dark haired girl with purple eyes steps into your office, and takes a seat.

"Hello, Miss?.."

>"Octavia. I'm in the orchestra, lead bassist, backup viola."

"It's nice to meet you, Octavia. What seems to be the trouble?"

>She lets out a very reserved sigh. This young lady was very proper. Her posture said it all.

>"My Friend is... having difficulties."

"Oh? Who might this friend be?"

>You asked while pulling her file. It seemed pretty small...

>Holy shit. This record was the cleanest thing you'd ever laid eyes on.

>"I... prefer not to say... Another girl here."

"That's fine. What sort of issues is she having?"

>"Well, she's been labeled as a... Trouble student, you see. She can't seem recognize authority in her life, and I'm really scared she'll end up expelled."

"Does she break the rules often?"

>"Constantly!"

"Do know if she's ever done any illegal drugs?"

>"W-well, no. I doubt it. She would have told me, or I'd have found out otherwise. She's a terrible liar"

"And besides her being expelled, do you have any other concerns about her?"

>She paused, as if unsure if she should tell you something.

"You can tell me, Octavia. It's my job. I won't tell another soul."

>That famous bullshit line counselors always used.

>"I'm... I'm in love with her"

>Gasp. No, not really. That's kind of hot. Miss Goodie Twoshoes has a crush on the girl who 'don't pay by da rulez.'

"Have you told her about your feelings?"

>A sigh.

>"No... I guess I need to work up the courage, huh?"

"Listen, Octavia. She's been your friend for how long?"

>"Since the third grade."

"That's a long time. I imagine you're her oldest and best friend?"

>"I'm just about her only friend..."

"Then she really cares about you. She doesn't sound like the type to keep her friends very long, so you're obviously special to her."

>She remained silent, thinking.

"I'm not going to tell you to confess your feelings for her. But if she realized how much you cared, she would straighten up to avoid being expelled."

>"Thanks. I'll talk to her today. She got sent to detention again, couldn't hear me when I told her to take her ear buds out."

>After wishing her luck, she was on her way.

>Wait a minute. Ear buds? detention today? It couldn't be...

>The image of Vinyl and Octavia wrapped around each other like a Yin Yang formed in your head, and you quickly dismissed it.

>You had a small que, and called the next student in.

>"Hi, I'm Milky Way."

>Jesus Christ those jugs.

>You look up her file.

>Interesting... It seems she isn't really a student... The note says to escort her off the campus on sight.

>You look up at her to see she was just in her bra, stretching her shirt behind her head, her enormous tits pressed forward, soaking her bra around the nips.

>Boner, no. Down, boy. Heel.

>You decide to play it safe, and go to escort her off the campus.

>A silhouette in your window stops you dead in your tracks.

>It's Celestia, about to barge in.

>Thinking fast, you hide Milky tits under your desk.

>"Mister Anonymous!"

>You were just taking a seat. she pauses to look around.

"Principal Celestia, may I help you?"

>"Wasn't she just in here?"

>'She' Was fondling your boner through your pants.

"Octavia? She left about 4 minutes ago."

>"Don't get coy with me, Anonymous. Milky Way is trespassing on school property again, and she was last seen outside your office."

>And she was last felt unzipping your suit pants.

>Oh dear Lord, she had your erection in her hands.

>You subtly turn the classical music up, o mask the sounds of her lips smacking gently.

>"Anonymous? Answer me. Now."

"Sorry, I'm trying to think back... Let me pull her file up... Says here to escort her off the campus on sight. I take it she's gained some infamy?"

>"Yes, she comes around and sexually assaults the male staff."

>She was assaulting your urethra with her tongue right this second. It was a challenge to keep from squirming.

"I'm really sorry, Celestia. I've been too busy with this paperwork to notice. Surely you underSTAND-"

>She raised an eyebrow.

>"Anonymous?"

"Sorry! Sorry. Popped a joint in my back"

>You the advantage of your excuse to squirm a little.

>Milky Shakes was going to town on your nob, you couldn't take much more.

>What was that wetness on your thighs?

>"Well, I guess I'll let you get back to work... If you see her, alert me immediately, understood?"

"Yes, Ma'AMMM"

>Your door shut, and you scooted your chair back.

>Milky Way was giving you a titjob, her nipples were squirting milk all over the place.

>You figured you might as well finish befor-

>Luna barged in next, you immediately scooted forward to conceal your shame.

>"Anon, your daughter Rarity is waiting outside."

"O-okay. Thank you, Luna. Tell her to wait a few minutes, please?"

>"Very well."

>Danger, Will Robinson, Danger.

>Holy shit, hold it till the door is closed!!

>Click.

>Hrrrrgh....Guh...Ahhhh.....

>The sounds of her smacking her lips reached your ears, followed be a gulp.

>Got Milk?

That was kind of fun.

>Quickly, you pull her out from under your desk, tell her she didn't belong here, and opened your window to let her escape unseen.

>You fixed your pants, and noticed they were basically ruined.

>Suddenly, an idea comes to you. You can't fix your pants, but you CAN mask the breastmilk.

>You fake a spill, and get coffee all over your lap. Shit it was still pretty warm.

>You notice a smell, and spot a stain of arousal under your desk.

>She wasn't wearing panties under her short skirt.

>Another splash of coffee, and it was all you could do but pray.

"Rarity?"

>You call.

>She slowly opens the door, and sits in front of you.

Dodged a bullet there, Anon.

>You never thought your daughter would be sitting in that chair.

>Her arms were crossed, and she was avoiding your gaze.

"Rarity, darling. Why did Vice Principal Luna personally show you to my office?"

>"Vice Principal? You mean your new fling."

>Here we go. You'd been avoiding this for too long.

"Fling? Rarity, first thing's first. Miss Luna isn't some fling. We ate dinner together, that's all. Second-"

>"Oh is THAT all? Then why was Sweetiebelle telling me you'd been making out with her?!"

>God. Damn. You didn't think about maybe she'd tell Rarity.

"Rarity, I kissed Miss Luna. I'll admit it. I have nothing to hide."

>She was almost in tears. Your heart was searing in your chest.

>"I can't believe you... We HAVE something, sure society would paint it as immoral, but it was special to me. I gave you my purity for God's sake!!!"

>The levees broke at this outburst, and the tears flowed freely.

>You moved to console your daughter, wrapping your arms around her and barely held back your own tears.

>What the actual fuck have you been blinded to? How could you not see what you were throwing by the wayside?

>And for what? A woman you only knew for a couple days.

>What had you trapped yourself into?

>You couldn't be in a serious relationship with your own DAUGHTER! Could you?

"Sweetheart I'm so sorry... I'm so, SO sorry. Please don't cry... Please don't hate me..."

>You were crying now.

>You both shed tears together.

>"I could never hate you, daddy. I only wanted to be YOURS. I just... I feel like you tossed me away like a piece of garbage"

>She sobbed. You REALLY hoped your walls were soundproof.

"Rarity, you mean so much to me, you must understand. I love you so dearly."

>"Do you have any idea how much it hurt when you took my virginity? You rutted me like an animal, and I loved every second of it. I loved the pain! I loved that you were taking me, daddy. And now I feel like none of that mattered to you!"

"Darling, I loved it. I truthfully did. Even though I felt like the world's shittiest person for fucking my own daughter, I still loved every moment, I love you."

>"I understand you may have felt shame at first. I never made it clear to you my feelings... But I NEED you to tell me..."

"Anything, Rarity. My heart is open to you"

>"Does what we have together mean anything to you?"

>You didn't even need to think about this one.

"Of course it does, it means a lot to me."

>"For the sake of your conscience, do you want to end what we've been doing?"

>Shit. you had to tell the truth.

>You squeeze her extra tight.

"I don't want to stop what we've been doing. I... YOU, are a very wonderful young woman. And I'm very lucky to have you in my life. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me..."

>And just like that, a small part of you died. A little portion of your moral fiber.

>You spent a while sitting with your daughter, before it came to your attention that several other students were waiting patiently outside, and you'd been well over an hour.

>As much as you wanted to tell everyone else to get fucked so you could be with your daughter, you HAD to take the next student.

>Thankfully, Rarity understood, you told her you'd talk later at the house.

>Over the next few hours, you spoke to several students, about various problems, all of them rather petty.

>You didn't take your lunch break, primarily to avoid Luna. You couldn't face her yet.

>More than anything, you wanted the clock to strike 6 so you could go home.

>There were no more students, they'd all gone home. You just had a mountain of paperwork. Data entry was a bitch.

>But something nagged art the back of your mind. And you couldn't ignore it.

>Finally finishing your work, you decide to kill the last 20 minutes by doing a little research.

>Browsing your book collection, you find your psychology book.

>It covers a lot of concepts founded by Sigmund Freud.

>You were searching for anything to do with sexuality, and before long found a page in the child psychology chapter.

>'Oedipus Complex' was the title of the page.

>It looked like you had some reading to do.

>When, bell rang, your nose was buried deep in your book.

>So much made sense now, and many of them escaped your notice.

>It seemed like Rarity might actually be 'father-fixated', and if so, she might have seen any woman you were chasing or married to as competition.

>That would explain why she's been taking on so many housewife responsibilities over the years.

>Only recently had she assumed the most important responsibility of all.

>Your sexual needs.

>Well, at least now you were more aware of it.

>The situation was very delicate, you had to tread with caution.

>At least you'd be home soon.

>When you pulled into your driveway, you saw your mom's car was parked by the curb.

>Odd, you weren't expecting her to visit.

>Once inside, she greeted you with a big hug, and kiss on the cheek.

"Hi, mom..."

>"Oh Nonny, when were you going to tell me you were dating Miss Luna? That's the most adorable thing ever!"

>Shit, this isn't what you wanted to talk about.

"Mother, it isn't all that serious. We just ate dinner..."

>How many times were you going to say that?

>"But you kissed her?"

>God. Make it stop.

"Are you just here to talk about my dinner plans?"

>"No, Sweetiebelle is having a sleepover with her friends, remember?"

>Oh that's right. Her friends. They sure weren't annoying. Nope. Not one bit.

>Why are other people's kids always annoying? Were you just biased?

>Wait. Then why is your mother here?

"Are they staying at your house?"

>"Yep! After what happened last time, I figured I'd help you out. You still aren't as good with kids as I am."

>Cheeky as ever, mum.

>After Sweetiebelle packed a few things, and you all said your goodbyes, your mother left, and it was just dinner for two tonight.

"Pastitsio? Smells pretty good."

>"Thanks, Daddy. It will be ready in about fifteen minutes, it just needs to rest."

"In that case, I need to shower. I spilled coffee all over myself."

>You went to your room, and removed your ruined suit. Thankfully it wasn't your favorite suit.

>You stood in your bathroom, preparing yourself for the best shower you'd had in a while.

>You set your bathroom A/V receiver to NET and it connected to your media server, picking a song at random.

>Oh Darling - Supertramp. The words scrolled across the display.

>Perfect.

>Climbing into the nigh uncomfortably hot shower, you sung along in typical fashion.

"Oh, darling, will you ever change your mind?"

>Shampoo in your hair first. Mane and Tail brand... Don't judge.

"Yeah, I've been feeling left behind

Like a shadow in your light"

>You didn't hear your bedroom door open

"Ah, honey, won't you say thaaaat I'm the one?"

>Was that your bathroom door opening?

>You were about to open your curtain, when Rarity opened it for you.

>She was fully nude, and began to sing along.

>" The news is all over town, you'd better not let me down. Keep telling me you're feeling good, as good as you never could. Please, tell me that you'll never go Ahhh, ahhhhh, no, no."

>She smiled at you, and your heart was flustered.

>You let the music play, as you put your arms around her hot wet body.

" I'm gonna be so busy, oh, my pretty, love you night and day. And through the rain and shine, I'll make you mine. I'll love you come what may. I'm gonna catch you, lady, catch you, lady, catch you, lady, uh huh"

>You both laughed as the song drew to a close.

"Do you need shampoo, my darling?"

>"Yes please"

>Her hair was so thick. Lathering shampoo though it was a treat. It was so incredibly soft.

>You made sure to do it thoroughly, lathering the scalp, all the way to the ends.

>The next song picked at random started off quietly, but you identified it as Elton John.

>Done with the shampoo, you decide body wash was in order.

>You sang out loudly as you rubbed the soap into her shoulder blades.

"Don't let the suuun go down on meeeee! Although I search myself, it's always someone else I seeeee"

>Damn, you fucked it up. You made yourself chuckle.

>You were just too happy to not have a giggle.

>After you'd finished with her back, she turned around

>"Care to help a lady wash her front?"

>Your boner was telling you to go for it. You listened.

>You rubbed soap on her left tit, while you placed your mouth on her right.

>She gasped in pleasure.

>Her nipples were so perky, your dick felt like it was going to rupture.

>You turn her around, and press your front into her back, wrapping your arms around her to resume washing.

>You moved down her perfect figure to her belly button.

>Hello sexy belly button. Meet Mr. soapy fingertip.

>Your hands glided down her hips, and converged at her triangle.

>Mr. Boner was wedged between her ass cheeks, and was happy there.

>You just rubbed up her slick body, as the steam filed the room, you sang out the next song that played.

"I'm in love for the first time. Don't you know it's gonna last? It's a love that lasts forever, it's a love that had no past"

>After another minute or ten, it was time to rinse your daughter off.

>"Now I get to wash YOU."

>You loved that hungry look in her eyes.

>She chose to wash your front first, grabbing your dick with a soapy hand. Your grunt rang out through the room.

>She seemed fixated on that part of your anatomy, but you would never complain.

>She leathers your chest with soap, and hangs her arms on your broad shoulders, closing her elbows, her hands clasp and she kisses your lips, standing on the tips of her toes to reach.

>Your boner was at critical mass, her cameltoe was kissing your hood in this position.

>You decide to rub her clit with your shaft, and see what she does.

>She trembled. You rub some more.

>Her breath is labored, and only a minute later she freezes stiff, letting out a loud 'Haaaaa!'

>You loved hearing her catch her breath.

>"You dirty man...Hah. Two can play at that!"

>She hopped up, throwing her legs around your waist, she used one hand to guide your dick inside her wet pussy.

>You were caught off guard, but thankfully she only weighed like 120 pounds.

>TFF was playing Head Over Heels, and your daughter was bouncing on your dick.

>Moving to the wall, you pressed her back to it, and thrust deeply into her.

>You'd had enough teasing, and wanted to cum.

>It was about 6 minutes of unrelenting thrusting, countless orgasms from Rarity, before you finally emptied your load inside, nearly passing out from the exertion.

>You let her down, and tired to catch your breath. This was the best shower you'd taken in a long damn time.

>After getting dried and dressed, the two of you made your way downstairs.

>You pulled a chair out for Rarity to be seated.

>Then went to the dining room receiver.

>You literally had one in every fucking room.

>None as nice as the living room, though. You set it to an appropriate playlist for dinner.

>Music gently filled the room

>" Those fingers in my hair... That sly come hither stare..."

>Oh, Frank. You classy motherfucker.

>You retrieved the dish of Pastitsio, uncovering the foil.

>It was still quite hot, and the smell was wonderful.

>Serving two plates, you remembered to get two glasses for the wine.

>Sitting down at the table, you poured Rarity a glass.

"It looks wonderful, Rarity. How did you get so good at cooking?"

>She laughed, a mature but bubbly laugh.

>Frank continued to sing. ' When you arouse the need in me, my heart says yes indeed in me. Proceeeed with what your leading me tooooo...'

>"The same reason you're so good at baking, I imagine. Mom taught me. Of course, cooking is an art, while baking is more of a science. That's why I'm no good at it"

>You joined in laughter as Frank drew his song to a close.

>After getting dried and dressed, the two of you made your way downstairs.

>You pulled a chair out for Rarity to be seated.

>Then went to the dining room receiver.

>You literally had one in every fucking room.

>None as nice as the living room, though. You set it to an appropriate playlist for dinner.

>Music gently filled the room

>" Those fingers in my hair... That sly come hither stare..."

>Oh, Frank. You classy motherfucker.

>You retrieved the dish of Pastitsio, uncovering the foil.

>It was still quite hot, and the smell was wonderful.

>Serving two plates, you remembered to get two glasses for the wine.

>Sitting down at the table, you poured Rarity a glass.

"It looks wonderful, Rarity. How did you get so good at cooking?"

>She laughed, a mature but bubbly laugh.

>Frank continued to sing. ' When you arouse the need in me, my heart says yes indeed in me. Proceeeed with what your leading me tooooo...'

>"The same reason you're so good at baking, I imagine. Mom taught me. Of course, cooking is an art, while baking is more of a science. That's why I'm no good at it"

>You joined in laughter as Frank drew his song to a close.

>'If I didn't caaaare, more then words can saaaaay, If I didn't caaaare, would I feel this waaay...'

>You found the sight of your daughter drinking wine to be rather stimulating, as you ate your meal.

"So how long have you been... Interested in being more than just my little girl?"

>She had to ponder that for a moment.

>"Well, I'm not entirely sure. It was a subtle change... I didn't pay it much mind till after mother passed. When I saw how hard you were taking it, and how many things piled up that she would normally take care of... I decided I had to step up."

>She was right about one thing, you'd all be a lot worse off if she hadn't assumed some of those responsibilities.

"But how long have you been having sexual fantasies about me?"

>"Well... I don't know, exactly. I never was interested in any boys at school, so probably a while."

>You were fucking up, now isn't the time for psychology shit. Get back on track.

"I hope you forgive me for my... Warming up period. I was a little confused about the whole thing. But I can honestly say I don't care what society thinks. I love you..."

>You never felt love like this. It was such an intense feeling, and it made your heart race.

>"I love you, Daddy. I never meant to pressure you into anything... And I was only upset about Luna because you didn't consider my feelings. If you wanted to go out with her... I'm okay with it. Just know that I'll be here, running the house, and warming your bed for you."

>She smirked.

>"And that I have SO much more to offer."

>She ran her hands down her sides, pushed her chest out, and flung her hair back.

>You chucked.

"You do... You really do..."

>"If you don't mind me asking... What do you see in Luna?"

>That one caught you by surprise.

"Well, I guess she's just something new. I don't really know enough about her at this point to give any specifics."

>You really just wanted the conquest, you realize. Something to chase. But you decide it's best not to mention that.

>"Where do you see your friendship with her being in five years?"

>Why was she asking this?

"Who can say? Where do you see our incestuous relationship ending up in five years?"

>You countered with a raised eyebrow.

>"Honestly, I'd be happy to live under your roof for another ten years."

"Rarity... Sweetheart... I'm flattered by that, I really am. But don't you think you should find yourself a husband? One you can actually marry? And have legitimate children with?"

>"Father?"

"I'm sorry, it's just... I'm not entirely sure what you see in me. You could do so much better."

>A hollow chuckle.

>"I don't know how you can say that, You have SO much to offer. I've never known someone with character like you. You're funny, supportive, forgiving, kind, generous, and committed to the ones you love. I don't see how any woman wouldn't want to build a nest with you."

>Nest building. Did she just want a strong and secure nest? Maybe. Who wouldn't?

>Or maybe she felt like she'd already built this nest, and was just committed to stick to it?

>"I'll admit, there may be a few guys out there who could hold a candle to you, but I already have you... I want to make this work, if you do."

>Dinner had been enlightening, to say the lest.

>Though for every question it laid to rest, several more spawned in your mind.

>You were still unsure about the future, but both agreed to take it day by day, whatever came your way.

>But the night was still young, and there were many things you could do together.

>When asked what she wanted to do, Rarity told you she wanted to design you a new outfit, and show you more of hers.

>Well why not? The last 'outfit' she modeled for you was pretty fun to look at. And you were down a suit.

>In her room, it seemed like her 'organised chaos' had become much less chaotic.

>She retrieved a notepad, pen, and measuring tape, then turned to face you.

>Her look seemed to communicate that she wanted you to undress.

>Her voice confirmed it.

"I've had measurements then before... I never had to get naked to do so."

>"Oh, it isn't necessary. I just want to wrap my arms around your naked body."

>You give her a look.

>"That, and the measurements will be slightly more accurate..."

>You laughed at that a little, before removing your jacket.

>Rarity helped you remove the rest of your clothes, and stepped back to get a good look.

>"My... You have such a splendid figure. A very well defined 'V' shape."

>Even though you had no pockets, you could feel some spaghetti welling up.

"Isn't it a but unfair that I should be the only one who's naked?"

>"Have you ever tried to work your craft without pockets?"

>That playful look suggested she wasn't going to strip.

>She then proceeded to probe your body with her tape, scribbling on her pad and making diagrams.

>She measured every variable, your neck, your shoulder blades, several variations of your arm length, arm span, chest, gut, waist, outer leg, inner leg, you name it.

>Finally satisfied, she went to her design book, and immediately sketched several designs.

>Watching her work was quite fascinating.

>You watched as she drew up a new suit jacket, shirt, tie, and pants all with colors and patterns.

>She referred to her ring of fabric samples and jotted them down for future use.

>"Fabulous!"

>She was finished sketching. You examined the results.

"Wow... That's really nice. I like the collar on the shirt."

>"What do you think about the jacket? This is my first time designing men's attire..."

"The jacket is really cool, I like the high buttons, and the dark fabric."

>You were grinning like an idiot. You couldn't wait for it to be finished.

>Rarity was showing you her other designs, some of which were familiar to you.

>Most were conceptual, and wouldn't likely come to be anytime soon.

>Towards the back of her book, her designs were progressively more lewd.

>You recognize the undergarment from the other day.

>Just imagining your daughter in these outfits was stirring Anon Jr. from his slumber.

>Rarity was the first to notice this, as it was impossible to hide without pants.

>"Father, your imagination is wandering off..."

>You weren't sure what to say.

>"Are you thinking about me wearing these lewd outfits?"

"Uh-huh"

>...

>"Would you like some visual aid?"

"I'd love to see you model some of these."

>She giggled, and led you to her bed, sitting you down.

>"Get comfortable"

>She winked.

>Getting comfortable wasn't an issue.

>Rarity had walked off to a rack of outfits, moving it behind a changing screen.

>You could hear her changing, and that's when it hit you.

>You couldn't do this without some tunes!

>A glance around, and to spot her iHome on her bedside table.

>Well...Let's see what she's got going on.

>You reach over, and press play on her iPod. Ew. Apple products.

>The room is filled with some strange synth music.

>Not your goto, but it'll do.

>A voice reaches your ear, Rarity is calling you from across the room.

>Holy shit.

>She was walking towards you, swinging her hips.

>The motion flicked a net skirt with her thighs, you could see her sexy lingerie through the mesh.

>Her top matched her bottom, black netting hung from the bottom of her bra, and obscured her toned stomach just slightly.

>She stopped not far from you, and twirled quickly on the tips of her toes.

>Her skirt flung outwards, and you saw her bottom had a string back, leaving her round firm cheeks bare.

>When she turned back around, her arms were skyward, exposing her smooth armpits.

>In just that short twirl, you had gotten fully erect.

>You didn't even try to hide it, you decided you would display it proudly, sitting with your legs open.

>The music evolved into a sturdy slow beat, and your daughter moved her body in time with it, flaunting her ass like a pro.

>God damn, she looked sexy in black.

>Part way through her dance, she removed the netting from her top, and let it drop I the floor.

>At this point you could feel your heartbeat through your dick.

>Her top was just slightly see-through, and you could make out her areolas though the thin fabric

>The beat was picking up slightly, and her movement followed.

>She was completely mesmerizing, each thrust and swing of her hips, shake of her rump, and arms.

>Your daughter was beautiful. And she was all yours.

>The music was thumping, and with a hard shake of her hips, her lower netting dropped to the floor, and she stepped out of it.

>Was she working her way closer?

>She blew you a kiss, and made her way into your lap, straddling your thighs.

>She had her hands on your shoulders, and pressed her lips to yours.

>Drawing back, her head moved to the side and let a breath out into your ear.

>"Do you like it, Daddy?"

>She pulled back to look you in the eyes.

>You answer by filling each of your hands with her ass cheeks.

"I love it, Rarity."

>Another long kiss.

>"I have a treat for you..."

>Oh shit.

>Quickly she stood up, and removed her panties.

>Sitting back down, she held them up for you to see.

>The bottom of them was soaked with arousal, and a clear string of it was dangling, with a bead.

>Subconsciously you licked your lips. Damn that was fucking hot.

>She held it closer to you, and you stuck your tongue out to catch the strand before it fell.

>It was slightly bitter, but not at all unpleasant.

>What was far more pleasant was the feminine musk, driving your olfactory system crazy.

>Your own daughter was driving you crazy, your mind was fogging up with arousal.

>Gripping her ass tight, you lifted her light frame up high, and she put her legs over your shoulders.

>Anon hungry.

>Immediately you began to eat her dripping pussy, assaulting her clit.

>Your vision was blocked, you closed your eyes to focus on your meal

>With your eyes closed, your heading became more acute.

>You heard the mindless beat of the music, muffled around Rarity's thighs.

>You felt her heart beating, her muscles flexing. Her breath was rushed and wispy.

>It was easy to tell she was close, her breaths were quickening, coming to a crescendo.

>But the next words out of her mouth surprised, and scared the shit out of you.

>"Hah! Hah! Hah! H-Oooohhh!!!! I'm- SWEETIEBELLE??!"

 

*WARNING: FEELS INCOMING, MAY CAUSE YOU TO TURN INTO A LITTLE GIRL*

 

>Time seemed to grind to a halt, as Rarity fell off of you.

>In slow motion, you saw her desperation to cover herself.

>Turning to the door, the sight of your youngest daughter met your eyes.

>The first thing that you noticed was the gape in her mouth, her confused features, and the tears in her eyes.

>It was that second you felt something deep inside give out.

>Your chest hurt, your heart could have easily been made of lead.

>Her eyes were puffy and red, As she turned away, and pulled the door to.

>In no time at all you had your pants and shirt back on, and were following after her.

"Sweetiebelle?! Honey where are you?"

>Over the railing you saw her two friends were just opening the front door.

>"Sweetiebelle?"

>They called in unison.

>Rarity rushed out behind you, and you turned to her.

"Go talk to them, grandma probably drove them here, make sure they stay outside."

>She nodded, and made her way down the steps. She had tears in her eyes.

>Your eyes were completely dry, you were so numb.

>It's just as well. If you were to feel the full brunt of this feel, you'd probably die altogether.

>Slowly, you moved to Sweetiebelle's door, and heard her sobbing inside.

>You heard Rarity escort your guests out the front, as you stood there another moment.

>You could never be more prepared for this than you were.

>You weren't prepared one bit.

>You were more prepared to toss yourself from a high place.

>Hearing her squeaky sobs made you want to die.

>This is it. Open the door.

>You step inside. The lights are off, but you can still see well enough.

>She's on her bed, face down in her pillows.

>You move over to her, and sit on the corner of the bed.

"Sweetie..."

>You gently place your hand on her shoulder.

>She pulls away from the contact.

>The numbness was chipping away.

"Sweetiebelle...Please..."

>You were getting choked up, it was hard to speak.

>She takes another few moments to push her tears down to speak.

>She turned over and sat up a little.

>"Why... Why?! Daddy..."

>You wrapped your arms around her, and sobbed openly.

"Sweetiebelle! My Sweetiebelle! I'm so sorry!"

>"Why were you- HOW COULD YOU??!"

>Her voice broke, and she pushed you hard.

>You slipped off the bed, and landed on your sorry ass, looking up at her in shock.

>Your sweet little girl.

>She wrote songs about her daddy, got homesick for you at camp, and slept in your bed when you were away.

>And here she was, she couldn't even stand to be hugged by you.

>You never felt so low. Ever.

"Sw-Swee-tie..."

>You could barely speak over your blubbering sobs, You couldn't still your quivering bottom lip.

>Your daughter was crying again.

>"Daddy... I don't want to look at you right now. Please... Just. Go away."

>You weren't hearing that right. You couldn't be.

"B-b-buh-"

>"Please, Daddy. Please leave me alone."

>You sat on your bed, thinking.

>Your mother had gone back home, and presumably took Sweetie's friends home, as well.

>Rarity was with Sweetiebelle now, and you weren't sure how that was going to work out.

>All that was going through your mind was the memory of Sweetie pushing you, and telling you to leave.

>Then another memory played.

>'I don't care what anyone thinks, I love you, Rarity.'

>You shake your head. How could you have been such a fool?

>The memory of pinning your daughter to the shower wall and fucking her senseless surfaces, and another wave of tears streak down your face.

>You can't take it anymore. It was 2 in the morning. You couldn't do it. Your eyes slide shut, and you sink into your pillow.

>Your aching heart the only thing you could feel as you passed out asleep with wet cheeks.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

>Some amount of time had passed. You woke, and did not remember dreaming. Or falling asleep.

>Someone was opening your door.

>It was Rarity, and Sweetiebelle.

>You couldn't find any words to say.

>They both moved to your bed, in their pajamas, and climbed in under the blankets on either side of you.

>Rarity turned out your lamp, and snuggled in close to you.

>"It's going to be okay"

>She whispered into your ear softly.

>That's the best thing you'd heard in years.

>You cuddle with your girls, and the three of you fall asleep together, safe and warm.

 

>You never remember your dreams, but you had a feeling you were having a peaceful one, before the alarm shattered it.

>Good alarm.

>Rarity turned it off for you, and turned back to drape her arm across your chest.

>She looked you in the eye, and kissed your lips.

>"Mmm... Morning, Daddy."

"Morning, Rarity..."

>You feel a smaller arm wrap you in a hug.

>"Good Morning, Daddy."

>That melted your heart.

"Sweetiebelle?"

>You turned to her slowly.

>She looked at you, and she didn't look disgusted, or sad... Nor did she look angry.

>She just looked like Sweetiebelle.

>How was she not the slightest bit groggy? She has more energy than a three-year-old.

"Good morning, Sweetie. How are you?"

>"I'm fine... I think I need some ice cream, though."

>This confused you slightly.

"It's 5 in the morning..."

>"I've always wanted to try ice cream for breakfast."

>Holy shit, this was really happening.

>Well... Fuck it. Why not. You'll have to talk with Rarity later, and Sweetiebelle shortly after that.

"How about... I make us each a banana split? Would that do?"

>"Hmmm... Okay!"

>With that, she was off.

>You looked at Rarity, and she shrugged before kissing you again.

 

>Rarity looked down the bed, and saw you were pitching quite the tent.

>She slowly reached under the covers, and found it with little trouble.

>"Need your Rarity to help the care of this?"

>Shit. It just occurred to you that you hadn't gotten off last night...

"I don't know, Rarity... I'm still recovering from what happened. I don't think I can-ahh"

>She cut you off, stroking your shaft with her hand in your briefs.

>"Are you sure? It seems quite... Pent up..."

>You still felt bad about everything. You didn't need this.

"Ahh... Rarity, please no... Some other time, okay?"

>She deflated a bit at that.

>"Very well. Whenever you're ready, Daddy. I'm here to take care of you."

>That was the first time in a long damn time you've turned down sex.

>After the two of you got dressed, you made your way downstairs to see Sweetiebelle watching cartoons.

>You had never made a banana split for breakfast...

>But it was the easiest breakfast you'd fixed in a while.

>The three of you sat on the couch, snuggled up close, eating ice cream, and watching Dexter's Lab.

>As time wore on, you'd finished eating, got showered and dressed, and soon would be at your office.

>Ahh... Office, sweet office.

>You turned on your music, this playlist was a bit more Celtic in origin.

>Booting up the laptop on your desk, you decide to browse for a couch online while you still had time.

>After only half an hour, one was on its way. Would be here in two hours. You were feeling pretty good about it.

>Now about those plants you keep forgetting...

>Shit, you needed another cup of coffee.

>As you make your way to the lounge, You hum a tune you're reminded of.

>'Try to cut down on my caffeine consumption, so when I wake up I just have one cup of coffee, and I like to have a cup of coffee with mybreakfast, and on my way to work, I like to get a cup of coffee. Like the kind of cup of coffee that you get with the doughnuts, but I never get the doughnut, I just have the cup of coffee. And when I get to work, I like to have a cup of coffee, cause I like to have coffee when I'm talkin on the phone, but it usually goes cold, and you need to get another cup of coffee, and it's lunch, and I have an espresso.'

>That always cracked you up.

>Rounding the corner, you stepped inside the lounge, and spotted Luna sitting with a bowl of cereal.

>First thing's first. Coffee.

>There we go.

>You sat next to Luna, and told her good morning.

>"Morning, Anon."

>She seemed tired.

"Something wrong?"

>"Hm? Oh, no. I'm just a little stressed out about the upcoming battle of the bands event. I'm in charge of setting the whole thing up, and I only have 6 weeks left."

"Battle of the bands? Remind me not to be here when that happens."

>She smiled, and a cheeky grin sprouted on your face.

>Then you both erupted in laughter.

>"Thanks for that, Anon. I need something to laugh at."

"No problem. You're still on for Friday, yes?"

>"I don't see why not..."

>Excellent.

"Very good. I'll pick you up at your place at 7"

>"That's fine, I'll take any opportunity to get my mind off this event I can."

"Hey... I AM a counselor... You could always stop by my office, I can help you relax..."

>"Thanks for the offer, Anon, but I-"

"I'll have a couch in there around 10 o'clock."

>That got her interest.

>"A... A couch?"

"Yep."

>"You got a couch for your office?"

"Uh-huh"

>"Oh wow... Can I sleep on it? I uh... didn't get any last night."

"Absolutely you can sleep on it. The pillows are stuffed with feathers, they should do nicely."

>That seemed to brighten her mood quite a bit.

>Back in your office, you prepared to sort out more paperwork, and waited for your first student.

>Well, that wasn't a long wait at all.

>A punkish looking girl came through your door.

>Her hair was short, dyed white with purple highlights in the tips of her spiked up bangs.

>She wore a brown flight jacket, like the kind they wore in the second Great War, but this one was lighter.

>Her skinny jeans were riddled with cuts, some of which were closed with safety pins.

>Clomp Clomp went her combat boots, as she sat in front of you, arms folded.

>Oh boy...

 

"Name?"

>You spoke bluntly.

>She crossed her leg over the other, and looked away.

>"Pff. Wouldn't you like to know."

>You hoped she wasn't going to try and give you her bullshit, but it was starting to look that way.

"Are you going to give me your name? Or am I going to have to figure it out on my own?"

>She looked back at you.

>"Eh, you seem like a smart guy. Give you one guess."

>Sigh. You opened the student files, and sorted by size.

>Your intuition told you hers would be pretty big.

>One stood out, a few spaces down from Vinyl.

>Upon opening it, you were greeted by a picture of the girl in front of you.

>It seemed she was on a bullying streak.

"Okay, Gilda. Who'd you 'set straight' this time?"

>She jumped at having her name called, and looked at you with genuine shock.

>Then immediately she brushed it off to act casual.

>"Just some dweeb, cruisin' for a bruisin'."

>Bingo.

"Was he, though? Or was that just how you interpreted his actions?"

>"No, dumb fuck thinks that just because he's in a band that every girl on campus wants a shot with him."

"He sounds insufferable. What's his name? I can pull up his file."

>"You can do that? Sweet. I don't remember his full name, it was Brad something or other"

>It took a minute, but you find it.

"Bradley Jones. Goes by Flash Sentry? Ring any bells?"

>"Yeah, that sounds like him. Pfft, what a dweeb. I've been waiting to feel his nose with my knuckles."

>You chuckle internally. This girl was alright.

>She was definitely more open now, if her body language was anything to go by.

>She'd un-crossed her arms, at lest.

"So, what would you say is the reason you're in my office?"

>"The reason I'm here is because Principal Celestia is a tyrannical cunt, who wants all her puppets to play nice."

>Damn, you weren't supposed to laugh, but you did.

>It took you a moment to compose yourself, Gilda had joined in laughing.

"Oh, Jesus Christ... You're not half bad, Gilda. That came out of fucking nowhere. Whew."

>One more moment.

"Anyway, what I meant to ask was, what do you see is the problem? What would make a person send you to a counselor?"

>She had to think about that one. Her arms crossed, close to her chest.

>"I... I wasn't always a violent person, really. Back in the day, I just ran track with R.D. and we didn't care about much outside each other."

"R.D.?"

>Her scowl indicated this was a sore spot.

>"Stupid Rainbow Dash. Everything was fine until she went and made friends with a bunch of dweebs. I tried to snap her out of it, but she wouldn't listen. I even tried fitting in with them, but that sure isn't going to happen."

>Now we're getting somewhere.

"How close were you and Dash?"

>You had her file up. It was a pretty interesting read.

>"Man, Dash and I were tight! We were each other's only friend. We didn't need others. We didn't want to be in some clique, we went our OWN way."

>Looking on her file, something stood out to you.

>It appears one of the earliest marks, from the 7th grade, that dash was caught making out in a janitorial closet with another female student.

>Were all the chicks at this school dykes?

>You guessed not, Rarity goes here, after all.

>But then it hit you. If Dash didn't have other friends at the time...

>Quickly, you cross-reference Gilda's file.

>The exact same mark showed up, on the exact same day.

>They were lovers.

>Oddly enough, that didn't surprise you much. You rather expected it. But you knew what happened when you assumed.

>You weren't making an ass out of yourself today.

"Gilda, I'm getting the sense that Dash meant a lot more to you than you're letting on."

>That defensive posture.

>That blush.

>"We might have had a thing, it's no big deal"

>This was it.

"No big deal? Ever since it ended between you two, you've become increasingly violent."

>She sat, quiet. You were on to something.

"You're full of anger, Gilda. You used to be the cool cat, making your own way in life. It was you and your friend against the world. I don't think you had anything to be angry at until something happened with you and Dash. Care to tell me what it is?"

>From her expression, you'd hit the nail on the head.

>"Dash and I got caught... In a closet. The teachers never found out, they thought we were just making out, but she'd spent the night before at my house, and... I'd convinced her to go along with a stupid idea."

"What idea was that? It's okay to tell me, I'm cool. Nobody's gonna hear a word from me."

>She let out a sigh.

>"I always lied about my age... I used to buy cigarettes and lottery tickets at first... But then one day I visited a sex shop across from the video store."

>"Dash and I had been fooling around with each other for a while at this point, it wasn't anything serious..."

>"But I was loving it. I really wanted it to go somewhere. So I went to the sex shop, looking for anything that would guarantee a good time."

>"I spent every damn penny I had, and went home with all kinds of cool toys. Dash was on her way, and she was in for a surprise."

>"That was the best night of my life... Dash was nervous at first, but she warned up. She was getting so into it..."

>"I should have told her then... But I didn't. I didn't want to scare her off."

>"We went to school that day, concealing rocket vibrators. During lunch, we had enough, and wanted to get some alone time."

>"After about fifteen minutes of using our fingers, we'd removed the vibrators, and were calming down."

>"That's when the janitor came in. The prick not only ratted us out, he escorted us off the campus and made a big show of it."

>"My parents didn't give a shit, but R.D.s folks had a hemorrhage. She never was the same after that."

>"She didn't want to do anything with me anymore, and a month later she started making other friends."

>That story was strangely touching, but you were disappointed it wasn't a sexy flashback.

>You were still horny.

"Gilda, you're clinging to what COULD have happened. If you still had feelings for Dash, and wanted to make something out of that, then you can't be worried about what happened in middle school, and focus on what you're doing NOW. Rainbow Dash isn't the type of girl to date the bully, she stands up to the bully."

>At this point, her tough exterior had been worn down. Tears were welling up in her eyes.

"You can't be her only friend. And if you cared enough about what she thought of you, then you would BE there for her. You're too distant. You can't be scared to tell her your feelings, she's your FRIEND."

>She looked deeply sad.

>"What do I do?"

>It was time to wrap this up. your couch would be here soon.

"I can't tell you what to do. But if you want Rainbow to be your friend again, you have to be her friend. You may even come to like her friends."

>And that's a wrap.

>About 5 minutes after she left, a moving guy appeared at your door. It was time.

>It took all of fifteen minutes, and Luna was there the share them with you.

>The sight was so beautiful, you were holding hands as you watched.

>Finally, your beautiful couch was delivered, and assembled.

>You were the first to sit your ass on it, but not until after kneeling down, sniffing the cushions, and laying a gentle kiss on the fabric.

"I love you, couch. I always will."

>With those words, the ritual was complete.

>Luna was just staring at you, trying to figure out if she needed to call someone.

"Want to try out the new couch?"

>She sat next to you, and immediately made a dreamy sigh.

>"This is amazingly comfortable."

>You put your arm around her waist, and pulled her close.

"You can sleep here anytime you like"

>She looked at you, and you kissed her lips gently.

>She looked REALLY tired.

>"Can I sleep on it right now?"

"Uhhh..."

>"Zzz"

>God damn it.

>It's a good thing you didn't have any students outside.

>Just watching Luna sleep was arousing you.

>Thoughts of >rape entered your mind, but you quickly banished them. You didn't want to get fired.

>So instead, you moved to your desk, and tried to sort more paperwork.

>By some happenstance, you notice a strange stack under your desk.

>Where did those come from?

>Bending down to pick them up, You notice they are printed photographs.

>Of that Milky girl. Most were nudes, and depicted sexual acts.

>U-unf.

>You couldn't take anymore, you had to fap to relieve this tension.

 

>You kept an eye on Luna, careful not to wake her, as you unzipped your trousers.

>This was some good shit.

>You were half jerking it to the pictures, and half jerking it to Luna's sleeping form.

>Her cute snoring was helping you along.

>God damn this Milky girl, though.

>Her massive tits, huge areolas and nipples, toned stomach, and WIDE child bearing hips.

>You were getting close already, after picking out the hottest pictures to finish to.

>Suddenly, a noise at the door scrambles you to try and hide what you were doing.

>In an instant, a man was standing in front of your desk, leaning his face close to yours.

>"It's Scruffening"

>Before you can scream, he scruffs the shit out of every orifice on your body.

>The horror of the merciless Scruffening causes you to lose consciousness.

>"Nobody is safe"

>You don't know how much time has passed, by the time you wake up.

>You zipped your pants up, and looked over at Luna.

>She was still napping.

>Looking around, you can't find the photos of Milky anywhere.

>Son of a bitch! You were dying for some relief.

>A knock at the door scared the shit out of you.

>You thought it was that scruffy looking mustachioed janitor.

>Thankfully, it was just another student.

>You turn to Luna... Who is sleeping like a stone...

>Fuck it, she'll be alright.

>Turning to the door, It appeared to be TWO students, at once.

>You recognize them, it was the Octopus and Flannel girls...

>Fuck, names are hard.

>Octavia and Vinyl. There you go.

>The former looked rather ashamed, while the latter seemed unphased.

>They were so cute together, you remember your Yin and Yang image of them 69ing. Hot.

"Hello girls. What brings you here?"

>"Huh? Oh, we were making out behind the bleachers. Some old guy with a red hat sent us here.."

>"Vinyl! Please... TRY to show a modicum of contrition."

>Octavia was blushing, obviously rather embarrassed.

>"...I'm not even going to pretend I understood what you just said."

"I take it you spoke to Vinyl, then? I'm glad it worked out."

>"Worked out is... ONE way of putting it, I suppose."

>"Yeah, it was all emotional and stuff. Then I just told her that she meant a lot to me, and we've been fooling around every chance we could slink away for a few minutes. She's quite wild on the inside, not that I'm complaining. I can tell our relationship is gonna go far."

>Octavia was giving her a look that suggested she was going to regret opening her mouth.

"...Well, I'm happy for you. But I'm going to have to remind you that on school property, you are to keep the Public Display of Affection to a minimum. And that doesn't mean do it when nobody's looking. You can do it anywhere else but here, understood?"

>"Crystal Clear, Mr. Anonymous."

>...

"Vinyl? God damn it! Take those out!"

>You reach over, and yank her ear buds.

>Octavia facepalmed, while her girlfriend just grinned like an idiot.

 

>After a few minutes, you were alone with Luna in your office.

>It looks like you had more paperwork to update.

>Poor Octavia, her perfectly empty record...

>Updating it with such a mark actually made you kind of aroused.

>God damn, you were becoming a sex addict.

>A loud noise rang throughout the school, killing your boner and ears.

>Shit! Was that the fire alarm?

>Weren't they supposed to announce when they did fire drills?

>Out the window of your door, you noticed several students rush by.

>The blaring was beginning to hurt your ears, when a voice cane over the PA.

>"Please evacuate the building in a calm and orderly fashion, this is not a drill."

>Mother Fuck.

>You turned to Luna to ask her something, when you noticed she was still fast asleep.

>Her napping abilities were godlike.

>In awe, you move to her, and shake her shoulder.

>Nothing.

>You tried a gentle slap on the cheek, but to no avail.

>Was she in a damn coma?

>... Thinking fast, you lift her shirt, and squeeze her tits.

>Awesome.

>Oh yeah, the building is supposed to be evacuated.

>Better get on that... You'd have to carry Luna out fireman style.

>You would tell everyone you saved her from a burning building, she'd have to give you some head then.

>With Luna across your shoulders, you made stood at your door, feeling the surface.

>It was safe to open, you determined.

>When you did, however, you were somewhat let down.

>You were expecting to navigate hazy corridors, avoiding firey death traps.

>The only thing out of place in this picture was the emergency lights were on.

>Still, you proceeded with caution.

>After two minutes of waking through the empty halls, you were outside, with the rest of the student body.

>Many of whom, were getting ready to go home.

>The fire department was arriving, but their sirens weren't on.

>You spotted Celestia, and made your way to her, Luna snoring loudly on your back.

"What happened? Where's the fire?"

>You never saw her more annoyed.

>"There IS no fire, Anonymous! A student pulled the alarm, and now the whole building has to be inspected before classes can resume."

"How long will that take?"

>"Too long, the school day is effectively over."

>Well then.

"You look like you'll be pretty busy, would you mind if I took Luna home? She's too tired to stay up here."

>Celestia looked as though this was a common occurrence.

>"She's the heaviest sleeper I've ever known. You might as well. Now, I need to tell to the fire chief."

>And that was that.

>Taking out your phone, you call Rarity.

>"Hello? Daddy? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine sweetheart, do you know where Sweetiebelle is?"

>"She's with me, she's fine."

>That's a relief.

"I'm standing by the flag pole, meet me here and we'll go home"

>Later, in the car, all was silent.

>"So why is Luna sleeping in our car, again?"

>You were nearing her neighborhood when Luna stirred, and let out an epic yawn.

>"That was a good na-... Why am I in your car, Anon?"

>Sweetiebelle was excited, and decided to answer for you.

>"There was a fire at the school! You were in a coma, but Daddy saved you! I saw him carrying you out of the front doors, it was SUPER romantic!"

>Luna was blushing, sitting in the passenger seat.

>"Sweetiebelle, I told you there WASN'T a fire."

>"But there was! I even pulled the alarm!"

>"YOU??!"

>You and Rarity shouted in unison. Luna was staying quiet.

"Sweetiebelle, why on earth would you pull the fire alarm?"

>"There was a fire! Honest!"

>"Anon, Sweetiebelle, listen."

>Luna spoke up.

>"This has happened several times in the past. The building will be inspected, and there will be an investigation. If you saw a fire, then your actions will be justified by law."

>That quieted everyone down. You hoped there was really a fire.

>"If not, you may be expelled."

>Sweetiebelle's confidant look dropped.

>The rest of the short car ride was quiet.

>Later that evening, at the dinner table. Sweetiebelle had been sulking all afternoon.

>You didn't like seeing her like this.

"Sweetie, is there anything you want to tell me? Why did you see exactly?"

>She looked a little unsure about her answer.

>"I don't know... I heard yelling outside the library. When I went into the hall to see what it was, Snips and Snails ran past me, and they knocked me down."

>"Ugh, those uncouth ruffians. I wish someone would teach them some manners. Excuse me, please continue."

>"Well, they were freaking out, I don't think they meant to knock me down. When I got up, I smelled something burning. There was a red fire lever on the wall above me. When I pulled it, The noise scared me half to death, and I ran."

"Was that all you saw?Just those two boys?"

>"Well, they were shouting for Trixie, another high school girl. But I didn't see her."

>"Trixie? She's no arsonist..."

"Well, I don't think you need to worry, Sweetiebelle. If you smelled something burning, then that means there was probably smoke. You won't get in trouble."

>"I didn't see any smoke... It would have set off the smoke detectors, wouldn't it?"

>You thought for a moment. Smoke detectors could be a little unreliable.

"Not necessarily... I mean, my cooking has engulfed the whole kitchen with smoke, and I've never set off OUR smoke detector. So if something was burning, they'll find it."

>That did it, she felt better now. She was her bright, happy self again.

>And the World's Best Dad Award goes to... Well, the jury is still out. You have been fucking your oldest. You couldn't tell if that made you a better or worse father. Probably the latter...

>After dinner, you didn't have much to do. So you decided to watch a movie.

>"The teachers didn't get to assign us any homework before the incident"

>Is what Rarity told you when you asked. That suited you.

>Now to pick a movie...

"I think Sweetiebelle should pick a movie, for her bravery today. What do you say, Rarity?"

>"I say that sounds like a great idea."

>You go to sit down, as Sweetiebelle browses your impressive library, and Rarity goes to make popcorn.

>Rarity came back with a huge bowl of stovetop cooked popcorn, because fuck the microwave.

>But Sweetiebelle hadn't returned with a movie yet...

"Sweetiebelle? Do you have a movie yet?"

>She wasn't the world's fastest decision maker when it came to this shirt of thing.

>"Got it!"

>There we go.

>She came back in, holding a VHS you hadn't seen in a LONG damn time.

>"Can we watch this one?"

>The cover depicted a familiar looking field mouse with a red cape.

>'The Secret Of NIMH'

>God damn classic. Your daughter had a good taste in movies.

>Holy shit that was a good movie, it always made you sad.

>At lest it had a happy ending, and a kickass moral about true courage.

>You look over after the credits rolled, and notice Sweetiebelle had fallen asleep. She'd had a long day.

>It had been on your mind all day that you needed to talk to her about the other night, but you couldn't bring yourself to it.

>Rarity had been laying across your lap, and sat upright when you turned the TV off.

"I'm going to put her to bed, but I need to talk to you later."

>She nodded, and you gently picked your little angel up and cradled her in your arms.

>After ascending the stairs, you gently lay her in her bed, removing her shoes, and tucking her in.

>"Daddy..."

"Yes sweetheart?"

"I promise I won't tell anyone about you and Rarity... I understand that it was something special... But... Does it mean you aren't going to marry Miss Luna?"

>Wat.

"Sweetiebelle... Nobody ever said I was going to marry Miss Luna... We aren't even together."

>"But it can happen, right? You haven't been with any girls since mom... That makes Luna special, right?"

"I... Guess? I do have feelings for her, but we haven't been together long enough to make anything of those feelings..."

>"But then what happens to Rarity when you and Luna are in love?"

>Sweetiebelle was much more perceptive than she let on.

"Nothing will happen to her that she doesn't want to have happen to her."

>"I want a mommy again..."

>You lean in, and kiss her forehead.

"You will"

>You got up, and walked to the door.

>"I love you"

"I love you too. Sweet dreams"

>As you am walked past her room, you hear Rarity's sewing machine.

>You continued past, wondering what she could be making.

>You'd ask her later, for now you needed a shower.

>In your shower, your music was on random again.

>Soaping yourself up, you sang along to your tunes.

"And the white knight is talking backwards, and the red queen's off with her head. Remember what the doormouse said, feed your heaaaad, feed your heaaaaad."

>You were thinking back to the shower you shared with Rarity, and fantasizing about how the next one would play out, if and when that happened.

>Your dong had expanded, as memory surfaced of your daughter's soft wet skin.

>Her long purple hair, flattened down with water.

"Don't pass me by, don't make me cry, don't make me blue. Cause you know darling, I love only you. You'll never know it hurt me so, I hate to see you go"

>You remember her perky tits, her nipples standing erect like bullets.

>Fuck, you've been horny all day. You really wanted to ease the tension right then and there, but now your hand couldn't satisfy your needs...

>You needed Rarity.

>As you exited the shower, a familiar viola plays on your sound system.

>It's that one Coldplay song, Vida something or other that was constantly on the radio.

>Skipped.

>'Ceciiiiilia, you're breaking my heart

You're shaking my confidence daily...'

>That's some good shit right there, son.

>After quickly towling off, left your bathroom.

>Rarity wasn't in your room... You proceeded out into the hall, not bothering to get dressed.

>You hear her in the front room, and round the corner completely in the buff.

"Ohhh Rarityyyy~..."

>"Mister... Anonymous?"

>Fucking Celestia and Luna were in your house.

>Does not expand dong.

>You must have been the most unlucky fuck on the planet.

>After setting a world record for fastest 5 meter sprint, you slam your door and hyperventilate.

>Another Simon & Garfunkel song was playing.

>'Bye bye love, bye bye sweet caress. Hello, emptiness, I feel like I could die. Bye bye my love, goodbye'

>You put it back on Coldplay to appease the gods of post-Britpop by repentance.

>Shit, you just wanted to die.

>You put on your suit, and decide you had to be a man and face the music.

>You were going to march out there, and do whatever you had to.

>One more deep breath to steel your nerves.

>And you walked out the door.

>"Ah. Hello again, Mr. Anonymous. What were you calling Rarity for?"

>Celestia, being a cunt like usual.

"She was supposed to be washing a load of towels, and I needed one."

>Quick on your feet. You were lucky you hadn't dried off that well. Thank god you were horny and impatient.

>"I see... Anyway, I'm sure you're wondering why we're here."

"Yes, actually."

>"Luna told me your daughter admitted to pulling the fire alarm."

>Luna was behind her sister, looking very put out.

"Yes, she said she saw a fire..."

>"Oh did she now?"

"Well, she smelled something was burning, after two other students ran past her in a panic"

>"So she changed the story?"

>You fucking bitch.

"No, she just expanded it. Gave specifics."

>"Lots of things can emit a burning smell, Anonymous. Where did she say she was? Because the firemen didn't find any evidence of a fire."

>No...

"They must not have looked hard enough, Sweetiebelle said she was outside the library, and the smell came from a storage room just down the hall."

>"Sister, that must be the supply room for the chemistry class."

>"Further proof that Sweetiebelle could have THOUGHT she smelled burning. It could have been a simple sulfer spill."

"But she said students were running out of that room, they could have done any number of things! Did the fire department check it out?"

>"That's an unlikely story, the only person who has a key to that room is Professor Schism."

"Oh? Then perhaps you can go talk to HIM, and search his little HAZARD closet, before you come to my house and call MY DAUGHTER a liar!"

>"Mister Anonymous-"

"DON'T 'Mister Anonymous' ME, Celestia, go and actually INVESTIGATE the scene of the crime, before banging your gable!"

>"That's ENOUGH! I will speak to the professor. And I want to see you in my office tomorrow morning. Come, Luna, we're leaving."

>Luna walked up to you

>"I'm sorry about my sister, she can fly off the handle sometimes. I know Sweetiebelle wouldn't pull the alarm without a reason"

>She kissed you, and went fit the door.

>"Good night, Anon!"

"G-Gnite!"

>You croak.

>You turned, and saw Rarity was looking at you.

"Hey, SHE kissed ME, okay?"

>You both smiled, and laughed.

>"Oh, I don't mind. You DO look cute together... But I get a sense you wanted to tell me something just a minute ago? Something that apparently didn't require clothes?"

>With a smirk, you scooped her up in your arms, and carried her down the hall.

>She clung to your shoulders, and kissed you deeply.

>When you entered your room, a Coldplay sing was ending. It sounded like Clocks. You liked that one.

>A different artist came on after, you recognize the electric guitar into immediately.

"Your cruuuuelll deviceee, your bloood, like iiice..."

>You placed her on your bed, and stopped singing to kiss her lips with lust.

"I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poisoooon, You're poison runnin' through my veins!"

>At this point you were stripping her clothes to get a better look at her sexy body.

>She was pulling your tie off, and you removed your jacket.

>After stepping back, you look at her laying there with just a pair of panties left on.

>She pulled them off, and threw them at you.

>You caught them in your teeth, and spit them out after getting a good whiff.

>There she was... Fully exposed, presenting herself, ready for the taking.

>She was presenting herself to you, abd staring into your hungry eyes.

>Quickly, you were out of your shirt, and your pants were around your ankles.

>You made a great leap onto the bed, and crawled, belly low and dragging against your daughter, until your lips met hers.

>Your prick was pressed against her vulva, and was getting coated in her arousal.

>Alice Cooper faded out, and was replaced by The Who.

>5:15. Perfect.

>"You're so BIG, you know that?"

>Thankfully, your mind was clear enough to respond to her comment.

"You're so sexy and petite, I bet I could split you if I wasn't careful.

>She gave you a dirty look.

>"You want to try? Rut me. HARD."

>With that, Rarity reached her arms under your arms to hook them onto your back.

>You couldn't step down from a challenge, you were too damn horny. And she was literally challenging you to fuck her senseless.

>In the rush, you had difficulty lining up. But when you got your aim right, you slid in without a care in the world.

>You'd hilted instantly, smashing her cervix with your throbbing erection.

>She screamed out, digging her nails into your bare back.

>There was a pause, as she adjusted I having her insides practically re-arranged in an instant, and you adjusted to having long nails dug into your back.

>Foreigner was singing I Need You, when you decided you needed a cardio workout.

>You began to rock back and forth, getting ready to play rough with your daughter's sex.

>This was it.

>You were so pent up after so much cock teasing, that dropping your inhibitions was not an issue.

>You were railing your little girl like a woman, not full speed, but full friction.

>If her clawing was any indication, she was deeply enjoying it.

>That hadn't factored into your animalistic thought process, you were focused on maximum pleasure for yourself.

>But the fact she was getting off on that made you all the hornier.

>It wasn't long at all before you could feel her orgasm.

>Her tight pussy nearly ground your thrusting to a halt when it clamped down tight on your rod.

>Her nails dug in deep, and she dragged them down, letting out a loud scream of pleasure.

>Fuck that shit was hot. You weren't going to last very long at all.

>Smashing her cervix as hard and as long as you were, you could sense it was starting to give just slightly, making it easier to pound her with all your might comfortably.

>Her exclamations of pleasure that matched your rhythm began to devolve into grunts, as she neared another climax.

>The headboard was banging against the wall, and you gave it all you could.

>This was it.

>Your back never hurt so much, she gripped you with her nails and pussy harder than ever.

>Immediately you were pushed over the edge, and fired your hot sticky load deep, pressing your hood hard against her dead end.

>It shot out in thick spurts, and then poured freely in a pulsing stream.

>You could feel there was a ton of it, and she could, too.

>"Ohh! Fill me! Fill me with your seed! I want EVERY DROP!!!"

>You would be damned if you delivered any less than every little sperm cell you had. So you remained inside, rocking gently, and panting like an animal.

"Ahhh... Hah... Hah... You like? Hah...."

>"You fucked me like an animal... I loved every thrust, painful and pleasurable."

>This made you smile. Your work was complete.

>Or so you thought.

>She gave you a push, and time rolled onto your back.

>Now she was above you, and in control...

>For no other reason than you let her take control.

>Slowly, she began to inch her way up. You thought she was going to stop, sitting on your chest, but she kept going higher.

>Until her sloppy pussy lips dangled over your mouth and nose.

>You quickly got the memo, and began to lick, not giving a single fuck that you'd just came inside this hole.

>"Lick me clean, Daddy."

>Rarity started to grind her pussy into your face, demanding you lick deeper.

>It took a moment for it to start, but soon a trail of your own semen began to dribble onto your tongue.

>That little trail had big gobs of cum in it, and some of your daughter's juices.

>You drank them down indiscriminately.

>Her clit was rubbing your nose as she rode your face.

>It was maybe six minutes before she stopped, held stiff in place as she climaxes, squirting the last of your juice, and some fresh juices into the back of your throat.

>She rode her orgasm out fully, grinding hard into you, before getting up, and laying down with you, licking her excess off your face.

>You were ready for sleep, even though your daughter seemed like she could go all night long.

>Oh to be a teenager, with all the energy in the world.

 

>You laid there in each other's arms, cuddling her delicate frame.

>That was the best sex you can remember... And nothing gross happened after it. Unless you wanted to pretend it did.

>But you're too tired right now to think about that.

>Instead, you're just thinking about how your heart legitimately feels like it's going to rupture.

>Rarity laid pressed close to you under your arm, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

>You could make out a few words every now and then.

>"Do you remember when you took my virginity?"

>Spoken so softly.

"I do"

>"You made me feel like a woman for the first time that day..."

"Mmm"

>She began to trace circles in your chest with her fingertip.

>"And you released your seed deep inside me that day, gripping my hair. Making me yours."

"Mmm-hmmm"

>You never felt happier.

>"And three days ago... I... Well. I'm not sure now is the best time to bring it up..."

"Mmm, Rarity, love, you can tell me Anything you want."

>"You'll always love me, won't you, Daddy?"

"Of course."

>"I promise I'll never leave you, if you'll never leave me..."

"Why would I ever want to leave this?"

>You had to be honest, you were about twenty seconds from sleep.

>"I missed my cycle this week."

"Mmm-hmm."

>You were drifting away...

>Then suddenly your sluggish brain caught up to the situation.

>And your eyes snap open.

>Oh god oh man oh god.

>How could you get her pregnant on the FIRST TRY?

>You never used protection in all the years you came inside your wife, and she only got pregnant twice! After trying really hard!

>Pregnancy was the farthest thing from your mind! Certainly contraception was too!

"What are we going to do? Holy God I knocked my baby girl up! oh god, oh man! oh god oh man oh god!!"

>"Father! Calm down, okay? I don't know for sure if I'm pregnant. All I know is I should have started my cycle Monday. It's not always perfectly regular, okay?"

"I-it's not? Rarity, we have to get you to a doctor. We have to be sure, I have to be sure!"

>"Daddy, PLEASE! Get a grip... There is a chance I'm pregnant, but it isn't completely conformed... I've done my research. There's a chance the egg can still be rejected if it wasn't embedded properly."

>This wasn't happening. It was just a dream! horrible nightmare.

"Rarity... I'm scared for us. Can we just get you looked at?"

>"That won't help us conceal the truth. It needs to be confirmed the old fashioned way this time."

>This was too much. WAY too much. Your head was spinning.

>You were getting dizzy, and your vision started to swim and fade.

>The just thing you heard was your daughter's concerned voice calling out.

>"Daddy?!"

 

>It was Thursday, the day before your date with Luna. You still didn't have any plans for that.

>You stirred in your sleep, as gentle music reached your ears.

>For the first time in a long time, you found you could remember your dream, if only somewhat.

>It had something to do with Luna... and a blue horse... You were pretty sure there was more to it then that, but that's all you had.

>The music was picking up now, you were starting to recognize it...

>Ah... This was Johann Strauss' Blue Danube.

>The gentle flow of the music made you feel as though you were going to float away.

>"Mmm, good morning, Daddy."

>The warm body pressed to you spoke, sounding very much like your eldest daughter.

"Morning, Rarity..."

>You were in a daze.

>"Gave me a scare last night, fainting the way you did"

>You fainted?

"Sorry about that..."

>"No worries... I nearly fainted when I realized I may be pregnant... I want you to know, I would be VERY happy to bear your child"

>Bringing up two girls, you weren't afraid of bringing up another.

>And you knew the odds of the baby having deformities were pretty damn small.

>What was bothering you was the fact that YOU got your DAUGHTER pregnant.

>What was going to happen to you when someone found out?

>"Daddy... Please don't be worried about me. No matter what happens, we'll get through it together. I know we will"

>The rest of your morning went by in a flash, as you were already running a little late.

>For breakfast you had three shots of Vodka, because fuck cereal.

>You had to talk to Celestia today, and defend your little girl's heroic actions.

>As you approach the door to her office, you can hear her having an argument with another man.

>Well it never hurt to drop a few eaves...

>"It was completely reckless to give a key to ANY student, no matter WHO that student might have been!"

>"And yet, it wasn't the student I entrusted who broke into the closet, was it? Trixie is the best chemistry student I've ever had the honor teaching, and she would know how to properly conduct such a dangerous reaction!"

>"Professor Schism... two students have tried, and thankfully failed, to create THERMITE! for no other reason than they thought it would be 'cool', and you're trying to tell me that giving students access to your supplies is okay as long as thier grades are high? This is cause for termination!"

>Thermite? Holy shit.

>"And yet you won't fire me over this."

>There was silence...

>"No, I won't fire you over this. But I want all the keys you have. For the rest of the semester, nobody is getting into that closet without my say so."

>"If you say so, Celestia... Are you going to invite your friend in now? He's been standing there for a while now."

>That almost made you run for it, but you were called in instantly.

>The door opened, and a strange man with a white goatee was holding it open for you.

>You stepped inside, and saw Celestia behind her desk.

>"Mr. Anonymous, good morning. Please except my apology... It seems your daughter's decision to pull the fire alarm was one that may have saved lives."

"Uh... Apology accepted?"

>That made you feel rather proud.

"But what exactly were Snips and Snails trying to accomplish?"

>The professor was the first to answer.

>"While their motivation may be difficult to discern, based on the various items they pilfered in my closet... They were trying to make Thermite. In the most peculiar way! It appeared as though they were trying to make it in a paste of sorts. However, the solvent they used... Hindered the effect. The exothermic reaction took place over a delayed period of time, and did little more than reduce the pot and hotplate they were using to slag."

>Why were these two kids so useless?

"That's certainly interesting... So what's going to be done about this?"

>"As principal, that's really up to me. I likely won't press charges, though. I think expulsion from school grounds will be sufficient punishment."

"That seems fair, I doubt they had half the brains to accidentally burn down the school maliciously."

>That sounded silly, having said it out loud.

>The morning dragged on, and you even got to take a power nap on your new couch.

>It wasn't until almost lunch before your first student knocked.

>Your door opened, and in walked a student with blue spiked hair.

>He looked like a Class: A Douche. The type of guy you wouldn't leave your daughter with for five seconds.

>"Hey. Name's Flash Sentry. You can call me Flash."

>You wanted to punch him in the face.

"Take a seat, Bradley."

>He did.

>"Seriously, if you could call me Flash, that'd be great. See, I'm in this band-"

"Nobody cares. Can you just tell me what you're doing in my office?"

>"Huh? Oh. Teach sent me here, got jealous of how many babes I've been stealing."

"Uh-huh..."

>"Yep. I didn't get my nickname for no reason; I'll steal your girl in a Flash, brah."

>You'd had enough of this kid.

"Hey, Flash... You like onions, bro?"

>"Onions? gross, man. Onions are a shit."

>Then, out of nowhere, a large green man with funny ears burst through the door.

>He spoke with a funny thick accent, and had a large gut.

>"WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT ME ONIONS, BOYO?"

>"What the shit?!"

>The large man pulled several onions larger than your head out of a bag.

>"THEY'RE GOIN UP YER ARSE, LADDIE!! IT'S ALL OGRE!"

>In the span of three minutes, Bradley had asked into your office, and had seven large onions shoved up his ass, dry.

>Today was a good day.

>Before the fellow green man could leave, you had to ask him something.

"Wait! I need some advice!"

>"No problem, lad. Ask away."

"I'm going on a date tomorrow with the VP of the school, Miss Luna. What should I do?"

>"Easy! Just Fuck her right in the her pussy hole!"

>With that, the Ogrelord was gone.

>That was the best advice you'd ever gotten.

>The nurse cane in, and carried Brad's unconscious form out of your office, and another student was waiting outside.

>Your door opened wide, and in stepped a girl with shiny silver-blue hair.

>"I am, The Great and Powerful Trixie!"

>You hadn't asked her name.

"Really? The student records aren't returning any results for that name..."

>"Oh... Just Trixie, then. Trixie Lulamoon?"

>That's a more tolerable tone.

"There we go. What brings you to my office, Trixie?"

>She looked somewhat bashful at the question. That's kinda cute.

>"Well... Professor Schism sent me here... I uh... I kind of... You see... I may have been the one who gave Snips and Snails access to the chemical supply closet..."

"Oh? I don't see why he'd send you here, then."

>"Well... He wanted me to... Apologize to you. For indirectly causing trouble for you and your daughter."

>Huh?

"Well... Thank you. I suppose."

>"He was teaching about chaos theory, you see. And he talked about how every action causes countless more actions. He's a real philosophical guy."

>She sighed, a dreamy sigh you knew all too well.

>Then it hit you. Why would he lend her a key? Just out of the blue?

>Just then, your door opened.

>It was that Schism guy.

>"Mister Anonymous, good to see you. Trixie."

>He then at down next to his student, and held her hand.

>Uh.

>"She's right, Anonymous. Every action spawns countless others. Like when I handed Trixie here my spare key."

"Excuse me, was there a point to this?"

>They looked at each other.

>"We just wanted to let you know... Every action you take... Can and will have unforseen consequences."

>Okay, these crazies were freaking you out.

"Please, I appreciate the apology, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave my office. Thank you."

>You slammed the door behind them, and leaned you back against it.

>Then another knock came.

"What is it now??"

>There were two students there. A blond girl with a cowgirl hat, and a darker blond guy with a red shirt.

 

>The girl tipped her hat at you, while the guy stayed quiet.

>"Howdy, I'm Applejack."

"Sorry. Uh... Come on in."

>"Thanks, pardner."

>You made your way back, and sat down. After your crazy weird day, you needed something to bring you back down to earth.

"What brings you to my office?"

>That seemed to make Applejack uncomfortable.

>Just when she was about to answer, the gentleman next to her answered for her.

>"We were foolin round with each other."

>That was a pretty hypnotic voice...

>"Big Mac!"

>"It's the truth, Sis."

>Typical couple at Canterlot High... Wait, 'Sis'?

"Sis? You two are related?"

>Down, boner. This isn't the place for you to say hi.

>The Apple known as Jack seemed embarrassed.

>"Yes... I got caught with my hand in Big Mac's britches."

"So you were caught... Red handed?"

>YEAHHHHHHHH!!!!

>Big Mack put on a pair of sunglasses.

>"I... guess? That scruffy janitor caught us."

>Country chicks... Can't appreciate a good joke...

>Just then, you heard shouts of jubilation from outside your door.

>"Father!!"

>It bursts open, and your daughter Rarity stands in the frame.

>"I'm not pregnant!"

>Just as soon as she said that, she realized you weren't in your office alone.

>"Uh... Just thought you should know..."

"That's excellent news, sweetheart. Um..."

>Completely at a loss for words, you felt elated.

"Are you sure? That's really great news!"

>"Uh... Rarity, what are you talking about?"

>"Applejack, dear... Fancy meeting you here."

>"Uh-huh. Why are you telling your own father that you ain't pregnant?"

>Big Macintosh opened his mouth.

>"Because they've been making love, AJ."

>Damn his high perception. You couldn't hide the traitorous emotions flashing across your face.

>You pick up your remote, and switch off your classical music, switching to your classics.

>Captain Fantastic and The Brown Dirt Cowboys. Eh, that'll do.

"Rarity, Dear, take a seat."

"We've much to discuss."

 

>The air was thick. You could cut the awkward with a knife.

>You'd changed you mind about the randomly selected song. Skip.

>Walk This Way - Run DMC

>"So you and Big Mac were..."

>"Eeyup."

>"And you and your father..."

"God damn. Okay, so the four of us are connected by the thread of incest. But I want to know something."

>"Hold on a moment, I just want to say... Rarity, I never thought you and I had so much in common. I kind of like that."

>"That's... Weird. Thanks? I guess."

"What I want to know is how you two can be so comfortable fooling around in public? Have you no shame?"

>"Well of course we do!... We just like to take the chance in public... Adrenaline and all that."

>The red one spoke again:

>"So why didn't you try and cover your ass? You want us to know or something?"

>Perception stat must be at least 8 with this one... Always the quiet types that are the deep thinkers.

"I may have had my guard down in that one... But I don't mind in this case. I have a proposition."

>"Daddy?"

"I won't put this incident on your record. Nor will I put future incidents on your record... You can even duck in my office to hide from watchful eyes. All you have to do, is keep my daughter and I a secret."

>"Shoot, Mister Anonymous. We wouldn't rat on our best friend, or her daddy. Right, Mac?"

>"Eeyup."

>"Oh? So you wouldn't mind if I..."

>Rarity spoke, As she made her way to you.

>"...Have a little fun?"

>She straddled your lap, draping her arms around your shoulders, and kissing you passionately.

>Was this really happening?

>You were in your office with two students, making out with your daughter.

>What was the world coming to?

>It was like you were the marionette of some sex crazed puppet master.

>Rotating your seat, you spy a glance at Applejack, who was snogging her older brother.

>Yes, it seemed that against all logic and reason, this was indeed happening.

>Deciding to give up logical thought, you lift your daughter off your lap and place her in the floor in front of you, and move to unzip your pants.

>Might as well get a blowjob out of this madness.

>Immediately, Rarity went to town on your stiff member, licking up and down the shaft and sucking the hood.

>The feeling was good, but you couldn't help yourself. You felt hollow, like a husk.

>Placing your hands on your daughter's head, you bobbed it up and down.

>It did feel good... But something was missing.

>You looked back at AJ, only to find her bent over the arm of your couch.

>Her brother was railing her pretty good. They looked happy...

>They had a certain spark that you didn't share with Rarity.

>She was sucking you hard, and you wouldn't hold out much longer.

>You didn't have it in you to hold out.

>Your seed rushed down your daughter's throat, and she held you firmly until you were done.

>Slowly, she rose off your rod, and wiped her face, giving you a peck on the cheek.

>"We'll celebrate more later, Daddy. See you at home"

>The Apple kids were finished, laying down, and embracing each other.

>After a while, they left, and your last student for the day came knocking.

>When your door opened, you saw a familiar rainbow haired girl step through the threshold.

>This was Rainbow Dash, you surmised easily enough.

>She moved towards you with trepidation, and sat in front of you.

>She gave a funny look after sniffing loudly.

"Rainbow Dash? Is something wrong?"

>She held her arms close to her chest, and put on a sad look.

>"Yeah... Had an incident with my friend, G"

>It seemed rather strange to you, seeing this girl acting like she was.

>You got the idea she was a tough girl, very brash. The girl you were seeing was... Sad, and unsure.

>It's obvious something serious happened between her and that Gilda girl.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Dash. What happened?"

>"She sat next to me in class today, first time in forever...She said she had something important to tell me, and I uh... Kind of... Made a scene. Cheerilee sent me here."

"A scene? What did she do to set you off?"

>"Well, she just freaked me out... She hadn't been acting like herself all day, first thing. Kept trying to get close to me, and then she started hitting on me, and started sharing her feelings. Like, what the hell? I'd just had enough. I lost my cool."

>Wow. Sounded like a tough gig.

>You'd expected Gilda to have gone about this in a better way.

>New goal: Help bring these two together. You loved a challenge.

"Dash, you told me she said she had something to tell you... What was it?"

>"I don't know... She wants to steal me away from my friends again, I guess. I can't believe she hasn't gotten over what happened."

>Okay, so the problem is Gilda didn't make her intentions clear... And made Rainbow uncomfortable.

"Why would she want to steal you from your friends?"

>"I don't know... She's just jealous"

"I wouldn't assume that, Rainbow Dash. How would you feel if I called Gilda in to talk about this?"

>She seemed surprised at the offer.

>"You're serious?"

"Of course. I think the only way to get to the bottom of this is if the two of you spoke and gave each other a chance to communicate properly. I think Gilda is having trouble finding the words to say to you."

>She sat in thought for a moment.

>"Fine."

>You smile. This was going to be good.

>The minutes waiting for Gilda to arrive were awkward at best.

>And when she sat down next to her friend, Rainbow Dash avoided eye contact.

>This was it...

"So, Gilda... Dash says you've been trying to get her attention."

>She blushed, and fidgeted with her bangs.

>"Yeah, well. She's my friend right?"

>The rainbow haired girl scoffed at this.

>"Yeah right."

>A little turbulence, it's to be expected.

"Rainbow, it's obvious Gilda is trying to connect with you. Don't you think it could be because she cares about you?"

>"I doubt it. You should have heard the things she said to me about my friends. She's just jealous because she can't make her OWN friends. Everyone knows Gilda's a loner."

>"What? You want me to admit it? Fine! I admit it! I'm jealous of you! Okay? I resent your friends, and I want MY friend back..."

>"G, I'm not some 'thing' for you to compete against my friends for!"

"Girls, settle down. Inside voices."

>They turned away from each other, arms folded.

"Gilda, you miss having Rainbow as your friend, yes?"

>She looked down, and then over her shoulder at her old friend.

>"Y-yeah. I miss having her as a friend."

"Do you realize you can never have what you had in the past? Have you accepted that those days are gone?"

>"I guess. Sure."

"Dash, you realize that Gilda doesn't want to steal you away for herself. Right?"

>"I don't know, man! She's been trying to get me to ditch my friends ever since I met them."

>"I know that! But things are different now, I swear!... I just want to be your friend..."

>And here.... We.... Go.[/Heath Ledger]

"Gilda, you can't just be RD's friend. You have to be a friend to HER friends as well."

>There was a silence, as she pondered a bit.

>"I know that..."

"Are you willing to do what it takes to accomplish this?"

>Her next words would sway this entire confrontation... You hoped you chose yours correctly.

>"I'm tired of being alone... Dash, I'm sorry that I've been such an ass to you. I understand why you don't want to be my friend any more. But please... Give me one more chance? I'll do what it takes..."

>The tears welled up in her eyes, and you watched a couple streak down her face.

>Rainbow Dash had her own tears to try and keep down, as she embraced her old friend.

>"G, if you really want it that bad, of COURSE I'll be your friend again. I can introduce you to the girls, and we'll start off slow"

>Mission successful.

>Well, Gilda probably won't be professing her love any time soon, but at least she had a place to start.

"I'm very happy for you two. If I may make a suggestion, Dash. Introduce her to one friend at a time. Maybe do something with just one friend and bring Gilda along, so they get to know each other."

>"I guess that's a good idea... How's tomorrow sound, G?"

>"Heh... I'm down for anything. What did you have in mind?"

>"Hmmm... How about... A run through the park with my friend AJ? She's pretty cool."

>And just like that, they were leaving your office. You puffed your chest out with pride, fist pumping.

"Fucking awesome!"

>You thought that would be the last student to show up for the day, as it was getting late.

>But a rapping on your door told you otherwise...

>"Mister Anonymous?"

>A girl stood in front of you. She had lavender hair, with a magenta highlight.

"Yes? May I have your name, Miss?"

>"It's Twilight. Twilight Sparkle."

>That's a silly name. You shudder as you are reminded of a shitty novel.

>You hope the book she had tucked under her arm wasn't anything to do with that abomination of literature.

"Good to meet you, Twilight Sparkle. My daughter Rarity's told me about you."

>She took a seat awkwardly.

>"O-oh. That's nice. Rarity is a good friend, she has a very generous spirit..."

"She does... Is there something I can help you with?"

>"Well... I guess I should start with the basics. I have a brother, his name is Shining Armour. He's in the National Guard."

"Okay?"

>"Well, he's coming home in a week, and he'll be spending a day at school visiting, and answering student's questions about service."

"And?"

>"Is it wrong?"

>Wait what?

>"Is it wrong that I'm in love with him? I know Cadence has been waiting for him, and she's a great girl for him, but am I wrong for wanting a piece of him for myself?"

>That came out of NOWHERE.

"Wait, what? Back the truck up here."

>"I'm sorry, I've been under a lot of emotional stress. I was reading this book here, and it-"

"Listen. Twilight? First thing: it isn't wrong or evil or bad or anything for you to have those kind of feelings for your brother. As long as you aren't causing harm to anyone. Are you feeling stressed because you feel like your feelings are immoral?"

>"W-well... Yes. But I'm also kind of having a mini freak out, you see... He's only going to be in town for a week. And I don't even know how to start making a check list of things we need to do together."

>You really hated having to fill in so many blanks.

"So you're worried you won't be able to share your feelings with him while he's here?"

>"Huh? Oh. He knows I feel the way I do, but he never did anything about it"

>Sigh.

"Then what's the problem, exactly?"

>The girl calmed herself, and took a few measured breaths.

>"Okay. I realize this all sounds crazy and random... Let me start from the beginning..."

>This should be interesting.

>"Ever since we were kids, we always had a special connection... We did EVERYTHING together. We were all we had, most days..."

>Damn, you were hoping to avoid any history lessons today.

>It was at least ten minutes of back story.

>"And that is how we ended up sleeping in the same bed that night. Nothing sexual happened, but that was the night I confessed my incestuous desires. That was the night before he shipped off."

>Well, it was actually kind of a touching story. You were glad you listened to all of it, and didn't miss a single detail.

>"And ever since then, it's never been mentioned. I don't know what to expect when he comes home."

"So... You want to seduce your brother while he's visiting, before he makes his trip back to HIS home, to be reunited with his fiancé."

>"Well... Yeah."

"...Do you remember what I said about the 'not hurting anyone' thing?"

>She looked hurt by that.

>"B-but she'll never have to know! I need this. He was MY brother first!"

>That... That touched your heart. And your boner.

"Okay then. I'll help you."

>Twilight looked stunned.

>"Y-you will? That's great!"

>Yes... This will expand your dong nicely.

"So, what exactly do you need help with?"

>"Well, I was thinking maybe when he gets here, you might be able to talk to him..."

"Talk to him... About having an incestuous relationship with you? That's pretty hard to work into a casual conversation. He's not a student here, so I can't really give him official counseling."

>"I know that. But he knew the old counselor, Mister Abernathy pretty well. Maybe he would want to meet you? I would introduce you, of course"

"Are you even sure that's the best way to do it? I don't even know what I'd be trying to talk to him about."

>"Just... Talk about me. You'd have to say something about me, something to gauge his feelings for me."

"I... I have an idea. But first, I need to ask you a personal question..."

>She blushed at your question, but agreed the idea you had just might work.

>That night, dinner was slightly later than usual, but Rarity made your favorite.

>Spaghetti.

>"Do you like the meatballs? Home made! I found a wonderful recipe I was dying to try"

"They're divine, Rarity. Sweetiebelle?"

>Your youngest daughter looked up at you with her mouth full, and red sauce around her lips.

>"Mmm-Hmm!"

>She seemed to be enjoying her food.

>"So, father, did you have a good day at work today after I visited you?"

"Yes, actually. I helped one of your friends Rainbow Dash connect with an old friend of hers. Gilda."

>Her eyes bugged out a bit at that.

>"Gilda? She's a brash ruffian!"

"On the exterior, maybe. But we had a heart to heart, she's quite soft on the inside. Don't tell anyone I said this, but she's always had a soft spot for Dash. I was glad to help them rekindle a friendship"

>"That sounds lovely. I almost wish I could have been there to witness it."

"... I met Twilight Sparkle today."

>"Twilight? Oh she's such a dear! Why would she need to see a counselor?"

"Oh, her brother is coming to the school next week. She was having a nervous breakdown. Not a big deal, really."

>"She does have a tendency to get worked up over such things... But I never knew she had a brother! "

"Yes, she called him Shining Armor, but his old student record identified him as Francis Sparkle."

>"That's very interesting..."

"Indeed. I'll be speaking to him this Monday, in fact. I'm rather looking forward to it"

>After dinner, you washed the dishes and proceeded to shower and carry out your nightly ritual without incident.

>You were laying on your bed, reading a book on psychology, when when you heard the handle on your door turn.

>You looked, and saw your daughter.

>She walked to the side of your bed, wearing her pajamas.

>"Can I sleep with you tonight, daddy?"

"Is something wrong, Sweetiebelle?"

>"No... I just didn't feel like being alone in my room"

>You didn't mind.

>She climbed into your bed, and scooted close to you, laying under the sheets.

>She was looking at your book, as you were reading.

>"What'cha reading?"

"A book"

>"Daddy..."

>You loved being a father.

"It's a book by Susan Cain, and it is about the psychology of introverted people"

>"Introverted... Quiet people?"

"Yes, she's talking about how quiet people are usually very creative. Among other things."

>"Rarity is pretty creative."

>You ponder this.

"Yes, although I wouldn't say she's quiet... But when she's working, she doesn't make a peep, besides maybe hum a tune."

>"You can be quiet sometimes..."

"Heh... That's usually because I have nothing to say... I'm not that creative."

>"Well I think you're creative. You're my daddy, and you made me and Rarity"

>HNNNNGG

>She was hugging you. You decided to put your book down. It was time to retire for the night, forget about it only being 11.

>You were tired...

>Your dream was quite vivid, you were laying on a hill with your wife.

>"Anon, have you ever thought about having kids?"

>You snuggled into her neck, and put your hand on her flat belly.

"I've had a few cream dreams about knocking you up... I'm not sure I'm ready to be a father, though."

>"I like the idea of you getting me pregnant..."

>She sat up a little, and looked you in the eye.

>"And you would be the BEST father ever. I know it, because you're the best husband ever."

"In what universe does being a good husband equate to being a good father? They aren't really similar."

>"Well, they aren't EXACTLY the same..."

"One of them has a lot more physical intimacy..."

>"Anon, you're so naughty! But I'm serious... You are such a loving person. You'd make a fantastic dad."

>You smiled, and rubbed her tummy... It felt so real...

"So would you want a girl, or a boy?"

>"A girl, naturally. You?"

"I wouldn't know how to raise a daughter... I'd have to go for a son."

>"So you admit you want a son..."

"Yes... Well, wait... You're cunning, you know that?"

>You share a laugh, and she puts her hand over your belly button.

>"Anon... I want to give you a child..."

>Her hand reached to your briefs. Somehow, that was all you were wearing, but that didn't seem odd.

>"You're going to love being called Daddy..."

>Her hands were so small, and soft.

>They pulled the band of your briefs up ever so gently, but her hands were shaky.

>You felt the band lift, and the cold air on your now exposed crotch.

>Slowly, the dream melted.

>You couldn't make out reality or dreams for a brief moment, as they blurred together.

>Until you stirred awake, all memory of the dream vanishing.

>The first coherent thought you had, was that Rarity was pulling your briefs down.

>Then you became aware of your surroundings.

>There was a bulge in the duvet at hip level, and Rarity was under that bulge, slowly trying to remove your undies without waking you up.

>Your dong expanded, somewhat quickly.

>Upon your expansion, however, you heard a small gasp.

>Wat.

>Slowly, you raise the covers, to look under them.

>You were met with the sight of your daughter Sweetiebelle, her hands still on your briefs, which were around your ankles.

>She had a dim taplight illuminating the makeshift tent.

"Sweetiebelle!!"

>You pulled the blanket off, revealing your daughter, in the nude, and covering yourself up with it.

>She was making apologetic sounds, as you were freaking out.

>"Sorry! Sorry!"

"What's gotten into you?!"

>"Daddy please! I'm sorry!"

>You take some deep breaths, trying to calm yourself. What the fuck was going on?

"Sweetiebelle, what on earth were you trying to do?"

>She looked abashed, it was adorable, but you were more concerned with her answer to pay her expression too much mind.

>"I just wanted to look... I didn't mean to hurt you"

>What?

"Sweetie, you didn't hurt me. You just... Startled me. Why were you trying to look at me there?"

>"I- I've never seen a boy's... Private parts before..."

"Sweetie, they're called 'private' for a reason. You don't undress people in their sleep, is that understood?"

>"... Yes sir."

"Why did you want to look at me there?"

>She paused a minute, before continuing.

>"Well... After I saw what you and Rarity were doing, I was really curious about how that stuff worked... How it looked. I... It made me tingle down... there."

>Oh god. It was time.

"Sweetiebelle... Listen. What you saw Rarity and I doing... That's not something for girls your age."

>"But I want to understand what it's all about! I'm not a baby any more!"

>This was true... But you couldn't bring yourself to lay a single finger on your little girl.

"Sweetie... When you love someone, you can get a.. feeling. Between your legs. An urge... And maybe you'll feel compelled to touch yourself down there, to get some relief. These next few years of your life are going to be very important years of experimentation. But they have to be kept private."

>"Why do I have to keep them private? Can't I experiment with you?"

>Oh god.

"Sweetiebelle... It doesn't work that way. This is self discovery."

>She looked sad

>"Can I have one more look?"

"You... You want to look at me again?"

>"Just to satisfy my curiosity, honest. I won't try and look again."

>You thought back to your teens. Back when you were a horny kid looking at the underwear section of the catalogue.

>Imagination was a terrible thing to go off of...

"Okay, then. Just this one time, I will let you see."

>She exclaimed excitedly, the motion jiggled her flat chest. You tried to put that image out of your mind.But your boner would carry that image to it's grave

>After she calmed down, you looked her in the eye, and slowly removed your blanket, and pushed your briefs all the way down.

>She covered her mouth with the palm of her hand, her eyes were wide.

>Using her other hand, she pointed.

>"What's that sack?"

"Uhh, that is where my testicles are. You'll probably learn about what they do in school, but the short answer is they make sperm"

>"I've heard about sperm and eggs in biology. But only a little... What's that at the top there?"

"Here? This has a medical name, but you can call it the head or hood. This slit here is where men pee from, and where sperm comes out."

>You were stiffening.

>"Why is it growing?"

"Well, penises fill with blood when something stimulates them. It can happen at random, from being handled, from looking at arousing images, or other things. Some men have difficulty with it, but not me."

>"Does it feel weird?"

"Hmmm... Nope."

>You were just about at full length.

>"Why is it so... Big?"

"Well, men are supposed to use these to give pleasure to a woman... The size helps. Some men are smaller, some are bigger. But really it depends most on how you use what you're given."

>"How do you use it?"

"... You'll understand when you're older, Sweetie. Are you done?"

>"One more thing..."

>She hesitated, before reaching her hand over, and gently toughing the shaft.

>You weren't expecting that, and flinched.

>"Sorry! Did that hurt?"

"N-no, not at all. No touching, though, okay? It... Felt weird."

>"Was it the good weird you mentioned earlier?"

>That was it, you were at full mast.

>Shit. Anon, you are NOT a paedophile. Keep it together.

"It... It didn't feel bad."

>Don't do it! It's a slippery slope! There's no coming back from this!

>"Can I just try one more time? Then we can go back to sleep."

>Abort! Abort!

"Well... Just one more can't hurt. But this is the only time this is happening, okay?"

>"Okay daddy. Let me see..."

>She held her hand out, poised to touch, and considered her placement carefully.

>Her hand made contact with your nuts, pressing against the soft skin.

>"Soft... Feels funny."

>She moved her hand up, gripping your shaft, and running it up the tip.

>You had a spaz attack at that motion, and a little white bead appeared at your urethra.

>As she let go of you, she collected the bead on the side of her index finger.

>"What's this? Sticky..."

>You had to collect yourself, as you covered up again.

"Wipe your finger off, that's some of the sperm I told you about."

>"I overheard Rarity once... She said that this white stuff tasted 'divine'."

"Sweetiebelle, don-"

>She had it up to her face, inspecting it, when she stuck out her tongue and licked it off.

>The look on your face was caught between mortified and aroused.

>"Eugh!"

>She spat it into her wadded up PJs.

>"It's really bitter and nasty!"

>God damn it.

>You hold her tight, keeping your boner from prodding her.

"Lets just go to sleep."

>And the two of you slept, naked in your bed, peacefully until dawn.

>Morning came quick, and your alarm did it's job.

>Good alarm.

>Getting out of bed, you're met with the frigid morning air.

>It was tempting to jump back in bed with your naked daughter laying by your side, but she was already getting up.

>She walked up to you, giving you a big hug, before running off to her room.

>You definitely didn't look at her bottom as she made her way out your door.

>But your boner did[/Plinkett]

>Your morning ritual was normal, and before long you were walking to the kitchen with the smell of breakfast in the air.

>Is that bacon? That shit smells fucking delicious.

>It WAS bacon. Cooked to a perfect crisp. And also eggs. Rarity knew you liked your eggs runny, and sunny side up.

>She sure would make a good housewife...

>A brief image of an older you flashed through your mind, where your Daughter was in her thirties, making you bacon, and kissing you.

>The image was broken when Rarity spoke.

>"So Sweetiebelle said your sperm tasted bad..."

>Uhhh...

"Uhhh..."

>"I wasn't aware you were such a deviant, I figured she was a little YOUNG for you."

"Rarity, I-"

>"No, no. Not another word. If you want to screw every little girl that wanders into your room, then GO AHEAD."

>Fucking shit. She dropped your bacon in the floor. Looks like you'll be microwaving a toaster strudel for breakfast.

>Add that to the list of things you need to deal with... This was a complete mess.

 

>Your commute was a very depressed one.

>All morning, you've been thinking about what Rarity said, and what happened last night.

>You sat in your office, a pit in your stomach. You didn't even have it in you to get a cup of coffee.

>Man, what were you thinking? You've been thinking with your boner.

>Just then, a knock came.

"Come in"

>Your voice was hollow. You should fix that.

>Your door swung open, and in stepped Luna.

"Ah, Luna! Good morning to you"

>"Thanks, Anon. I was just wondering... If you were all set for our date tonight?"

>Ah. Yeah... That.

"Of course! I'm looking forward to it. I'll pick you up at your house, how's that sound?"

>"That sounds good, I'm rather excited... I'm getting off early tonight, I'll be ready by 7"

"Got it. I'll see you then, remember it's a picnic."

>The morning dragged by, not a single student came in to see you.

>That made it worse, you needed a distraction.

>Thankfully, you didn't have to wait much longer.

>It was almost lunch when the knock came.

>In front of you sat a white girl, blonde with blue eyes. She was actually quite cute.

>"Hey, hon. You seem bored in this office..."

>She had a bright personality, too! Blondes.

"You got a name?"

>"It's Aryanne... Rolls off the tongue."

>She stuck her tongue out, licking her dark red upper lip.

>Aryanne... Something about the name made a tiny alarm bell ring... Shut up, stupid bell.

"So, Aryanne... I don't think you came in here just to keep me company."

>"Well, I MAY have made a mockery of Cheerilee's history class..."

>?

"Made a mockery? So you're a class clown, then?"

>"Not at all! She was talking about the Great War. Some of her facts about the National Socialist Party were... Blown out of proportion. I simply called out her inaccuracies, and defended the movement."

>Huh?

"So you're here because you were talking in class?"

>"Not likely... They just don't like to see the beauty of the Nazi way of life. The world would be a better place if the Axis powers would have won..."

>Okay...

"Yeah, but they weren't ready to fight a war on two fronts. And they didn't have enough industry to produce the hardware to fight the entire world."

>"Even so, the details of the war itself are trivial. It's their ideals that mattered."

"Ideals? I fail to see anything noble in mass executions..."

>"Not executions... It was purification. Think of all the inferior genes that were eliminated from the pool! It's heroic!"

"No, it was cruelty... And anyway, it was only a small fraction of deaths compared to other dictators like Mao Zedong. Just a drop in the bucket"

>"Don't even get me started on that Communist pig. The only good he did was extinguish more than forty million Chinese."

>Okay... You REALLY didn't want to have this discussion.

 

"Listen, you aren't going to fail any classes because of your opinions. Just try to keep them to yourself, okay? They aren't very popular. This is a very broad cultured school"

>"I can't help it! I just feel like I'm meant to enlighten people... And purge the impurities from mankind! Down with green people!"

>She was actually kind of annoying. 2/10 would not cum inside.

"Hey... How do you feel about onions?"

>"Onions? What do onions have to do with anything?"

>Suddenly, a loud rumbling.

>In an instant, your door was flying off it's hinge.

>"ONIONS HAVE EVERYTHING TO DO WITH ANYTHING!!!"

>The large green man pulled out his bag of onions, this time they were bigger than bowling balls.

>"YOU KNOW WHERE THESE ARE GOIN', LASSIE?"

>It took almost an hour to clean up the mess, and you had a feeling you wouldn't be seeing Aryanne for a long time.

>Luna was sitting on your couch.

>"So how did that happen twice in one week?"

>You pondered that...

"I don't know, Luna. But I'm glad that ate up another hour of my day. I was-"

>You were cut off by a sound at your door.

>Rarity had cleared her throat.

>"Father..."

>Oh shit.

"Luna? Would you mind if I spoke too my daughter in private?"

>"Don't mind me."

>As she took her leave, the maintenance guys showed up.

>Rarity sat on your couch, and you waited for the new door to be installed.

>Impressive speed... The only thing missing was your name. They assured you it would be there on Monday.

>"Father... I've been doing some thinking. It isn't right, what you did with Sweetiebelle last night."

>Your heart was aching at those words.

"Rarity, honey, please listen-"

>"I called grandma. She doesn't know what happened, but she's agreed to pick Sweetiebelle up from school today."

"You what?! Rarity, you're not giving me a ch-"

>"I did what I had to! I don't want you to be taken away! I can deal with you courting Luna, but Sweetie's too young!"

"Nothing happened between us!!!"

>Shit. You didn't mean to shout, but you had to get your point across.

>At lest she's stopped talking.

"She woke me up, trying to undress me. She was curious about how men worked down there. I talked to her, and let her have a little peek at my manhood."

>"But... She said she tasted your cum..."

"She touched me, just a brief touch. Some pre got on her finger. That's what she tasted, I told her to wash it off."

>"You're... Not going to make this a regular thing. My sister is off limits."

"Sweetheart, I didn't want it to happen once. I'm not letting it happen again. She's MY little girl."

>"I remember when I was your little girl... Rubbing myself vigorously to the thought of you. I'm going to have a girl talk with her. But don't think she's lost interest in you."

>You talked for another ten minutes or so, and she had to get back to class. She left you with a kiss.

>That left you with a lot to think about.

>You never thought about Rarity masturbating before, and certainly never thought about her doing it to the thought of you.

>Then you realize, you just taught Sweetiebelle all about masturbation, and gave her a crystal clear mental image to rub herself to.

>So much for purity and innocence. She was growing up... But she wasn't grown up yet.

>It was just as well she should stay with your mother tonight, not only because you were going on a date, but you'd need to speak to Rarity more later.

>Your next student interrupted your thought, though. It was time to get back to your job.

"Name?"

>"Maud Pie."

>She seemed a cheery sort. Full of energy!

>Not really. Quite the opposite in fact.

"What are you doing in my office, Maud Pie?"

>That name sounded familiar... Pie...

>She was quiet for a moment, you almost posed your question again.

>"I was sent here."

>Uh.

"That's obvious, Maud."

>"I don't understand. Why did you ask, then?"

"I want to know what you did to be sent here."

>"I hit a student with a rock."

>That made you choke on your spit.

"What?! Why would you do that? Who did you hit?"

>"Bradley Jones."

>Oh. That's fine then.

"Whew. That's okay. What were you doing at the time?"

>She gave you a blank stare, and blinked.

"Were you in class?"

>"Geology."

"Geology class?"

>"He was bothering Pinkie Pie."

>You were trying to keep from getting confused.

"So Pinkie Pie is... Your sister? And Brad was bothering her?"

>She stared at you blankly.

"And you hit him with a rock."

>"He was bothering my sister."

>Amazing, after so many onions were violently inserted up his rectum, that it only took a couple days for him to be an ass to everyone again. How was he even walking?

"So what are we going to do about you? You can't just attack students for being annoying."

>"...... I don't think I deserve punishment."

"And why not?"

>"Because I will fellate you if you don't."

>That... Was the most blunt and disinterested offer of head you'd ever received.

 

"That doesn't really help your case... I still need to put something on your report."

>She blinked again.

"What will I put on your record if you were to fellate me?"

>"You can say I was unstable due to academic stress."

>Well... That could work.

"Okay."

>You scooted your chair back, and opened your legs.

"Want to keep from getting expelled?"

>Slowly, she got out of her seat.

>"I have a special technique. It will feel like regular fellatio, but waaay more intense."

>The way she spoke, and stressed her T's was strangely hypnotic. It made you more aroused every time she opened her mouth.

>She knelt down at your feet, and wasted no time unzipping your dick.

>She examined it closely, turning it in her hands, and sniffing it deeply.

>You can't remember ever having your dick sniffed like that. It actually felt good, the air rushing past it.

>Then she opened her mouth, and licked up from balls to tip.

>She seemed to pay extra attention to your stones, as her next move was to move to fit both of them in her mouth.

>You felt her breathing through her nostrils, pressed to the base of your shaft.

>Fuck, this was pretty intense. You hadn't had your balls juiced like this in forever.

>When she pulled her head back, your sack popped plopped out of her mouth with a wet pop, and she went to work slobbering down your rod.

>Among the wet noises in your lap, you heard someone approaching outside your door.

>You nearly shit yourself when that someone knocked.

>Scooting up to your desk, you tell Maud to stay as quiet as possible.

"Come in"

>Shit. It was Celestia.

>"Mister Anonymous, a word?"

>Shit shit shit

>Maud was still sucking rather loudly.

"Principal Celestia!"

>You pushed Maud's head under your desk, trying to signal her to let off your dick.

>She wasn't getting the message.

>"About this 'green man' incident... Once was enough. Care to explain how it's occurred twice in one week?"

>God damn, how was it Celestia wasn't hearing this? Maud was slurping you like a jumbo push pop.

>Another shove, but she was back on you in an instant.

>Suddenly, you had an idea.

"Celesti-Ah... Excuse me. Do you... Like onions?"

>Please work please work please work.

>"I like onions just fine. Can you please answer my question?"

>You waited a moment... Damn it.

>The Ogrelord has forsaken you, you had to get out of this one yourself.

"Well, I'm not sure how to explain it. This large green man just busts into my office, seemingly at random intervals..."

>"Mister Anonymous, in all my years I've never seen ANYTHING like this. One time is an incident, TWO times is an epidemic."

"So this isn't a common occurrence? I wasn't aware... I thought it was just something I was going to have to get used to..."

>She sighed, and rubbed her forehead.

>It was a good thing you had music playing, it seemed like Maud was trying to test her gag reflex. She apparently didn't have one.

>"So you're saying you have nothing to do with these appearances?"

"That's ri-HIght!"

>Hole shit that felt good.

>"Mister Anonymous, what is going on under your desk?"

>OH SHI-

"I'm having a problem! I have... Restless leg syndrome.... Very bad."

>"There are no medical conditions listed on your file."

>FFFFUUUUU-

"It comes and goes... Didn't see the need to list it. Was that all you wanted?"

>"Hmm. As a matter of fact, no. I wanted to have a word with you about my sister..."

>You were close to orgasm. Could you hide it from an already suspicious Celestia?

>This was too much. You've read about techniques to try and keep from orgasm, but in your time of need, they escaped you.

>"I understand you are taking my sister on a picnic tonight."

"Y-yes, on a hilltop in a park near my neighbourhood."

>"Oh really? A picnic on a hilltop... Watching the sunset? I imagine you'll have blankets packed for then the air goes chilly?"

>Huh... Didn't think about that.

"I suppose we will."

>"That sounds very romantic."

>Why were you so very uncomfortable with this line of questioning?

>"Let me make something very clear, Anonymous."

>Fuck.

>She was leaning over your desk, your heart was thundering.

>This is how you are going to be caught with your dick down the throat of an under age high school student.

>"I have my eye on you. If you harm my sister, I will string you up by your testicles. I expect her to be home at a reasonable hour. Believe me when I say... You will NOT 'score' tonight. And live to brag about the experience."

>That menacing gaze killed your boner in Maud's kisser.

>"Have I made myself clear?"

"C-crystal. Ma'am."

>"Good. Carry on with your day..."

>She moved to the door, and you were beginning to relax, and re expand.

>Maud made a loud slurp.

>Celestia stopped at the door, and turned to you.

>...

>"Anon... Where is Maud? Wasn't she sent here ten minutes ago?"

>In that moment, your heart stopped.

>Doctors say that no matter how it feels, your heart never stops.

>Bullshit.

"M-Maud?"

>"Maud Pie attacked another student with a rock. She was sent here. Did she not arrive?"

>Okay, just keep calm. Maybe she didn't hear anything.

"She must have delayed... I imagine she'd be scared to face authority."

>Trying so desperately not to squirm in your seat.

>"Huh... I could have sworn I saw her walking by my door, she seemed to be heading here..."

>Fuck fuck fuck

"She didn't make it. Could you call her on the PA?"

>Please PLEASE just go.

>"She should be here soon, if you don't mind I want to talk to her."

>FFFFFUUUUUU

>She was sucking you good, you couldn't take much more!

>And now Celestia was waiting in your office for her to show up.

>It's not looking good.

 

>That hot tongue, fuck it felt good.

>Celestia was looking you right in the eye, you were starting to squirm and fidget.

>"Anonymous?"

"I-it's... Bad..."

>"Mister Anonymous, are you going to be okay? I can call the nurse..."

"Hah...Hah...I'm alright!"

>Damn it man! Hold it together!

>"Let me take a look at that"

>Shit!

"No! no, just... Hah! Just go!"

>"I'm getting Redheart. Don't move."

>This was it!!

>She left the room, you couldn't even wait for the door to close.

>You let out an almighty groan, one that was waaaay more intense than you were used to.

>It was proportionate to the pleasure you felt coursing through your veins, your blood tingled with bliss.

>Immediately after firing your load, you get up, and zip up your dick.

>Maud takes a moment to clean her face, but swallowed your seed out of necessity.

>"Hmm. Salt."

"Quickly, sit down there. Hah... Hah.... That was way too close."

>You were huffing and puffing, completely astounded by the best head you've ever gotten.

>"He's in here?"

>You heard a sweet feminine voice through the door.

>Shit. Maud was still under your desk.

>Should have moved her in hind sight.

>"Mister Anon? How are you feeling?"

>You got on your shaky feet, and made your way around your desk.

>At this point you were thinking somewhat clearly, and thought it best to keep Celestia and this nurse from walking behind your desk.

"Hello, Nurse...?"

>She was smokin' hot. Cute pink hair, and silvery white skin. Her breasts were the perfect size, and her voice...

>"Redheart, please don't exert yourself, sit over here on the couch."

>You could listen to it all day. So sweet.

>You sat on the couch, and she began to probe you with a stethoscope.

>"Your heart rate is sky high! Respritory, as well. Let me take your blood pressure."

>She reached in her bag, and rook a band out, wrapping it around your wrist.

>After a squeeze, she read the meter.

>"That's not so bad... What happened exactly?"

>This was it. Time to bullshit it all away. See if you can convince a trained medical professional...

>Well, a nurse, anyway. A cute one, at that.

 

>It was a stroke of luck that Celestia had stepped out just then.

>Whew.

"I guess I just had an episode, this kind of thing runs in the family."

>"That's terrible! Have you seen a doctor about this?"

>Shit that probably wasn't the best excuse.

"Of course, it's a whole thing... I have medication for it, but I don't have any on me right now..."

>Fuck, please work...

>"Mister Anon, you HAVE to take your medicine. What are the pills called?"

>God damn it. Now you'll sound like an idiot.

"Uhh... I can't remember what. It was a complicated name, tough to read."

>She gave you a look. One like she knew you were bullshitting.

>Or maybe you were just paranoid.

>The door clicked shut, and that drew the attention of the two of you.

>Celestia was gone... Didn't seem to be coming back.

>"Anon... Tell me the truth... There's a student under your desk, isn't there?"

>Uhh...

>"Your pants are wet around the groin, your heart rate is elevated for no reason, you don't have a condition, and there's a smell emanating from your waist."

"Uhh..."

>Then, a noise as Maud got up and stared at the two of you.

>Redheart looked at her, noticed her hair was a little messed up, and she had a stain on her frock.

>"Well well... Looks like you've been a naughty boy..."

>UUUUHHHHHHHHH...

"I can explain!"

>She stopped you with a laugh.

>That was a pretty fucking cute laugh.

>"Oh, Anon. You don't need to explain anything to me. Do you know how many strapping young students I've fooled around with? It's irresistible sometimes."

>She gave you a wink, and with that became five hundred times hotter than a minute ago.

>The look on Maud's face was just as blank as ever.

>She honestly didn't give a shit.

>You, on the other hand were having a miniature freak out.

>Chill the fuck out, man.

"Y-you're saying..."

>"Well, hold a job like mine for a few years, examining fine young specimens, half of which itching to get laid, and one tends to have a little fun."

>You were still recovering.

"That's... That's... Really sexy."

>"Hey, if you're not feeling too well... I can give you a physical examination in my office. Don't worry, I'll leave enough for Luna tonight."

>activatethedick.jpg

>Shit, don't activate the dick. Celestia and Luna were coming in.

>"Anon! Are you okay?"

>You stand up.

"I'm fine, Luna. Never felt better"

>Celestia walked over to Maud.

>"I see you made it. Where were you?"

>"... I was hanging around."

>"Awww, you're sure you don't want to get looked over properly? All my... Tools... Are in my office."

>You really did want a physical... But you'd have to wait on that.

"Maybe another time, nurse. I need to catch up on work."

>"Indeed you do, Mister Anonymous. Maud, we need to have a talk."

>Fuck. Even after she gave you great head, you can't give her a 100% chance she'll get off the hook.

>No. You had to try. You'd fight her corner. She will be declared overworked, and stressed.

>An Anon always pays his debts.

>The court was in session. You'd always imagined it would be fun to play lawyer.

>Your client, one Maud Pie.

>The charges were bad, and the evidence was overwhelming. She had no choice but to plead guilty.

>But the case wasn't open and shut. Not if you had anything to say about it.

"I'm telling you, it's not her fault."

>"Oh? Really? It isn't her fault her pet rock collided with the face of a fellow student? She admitted to it!"

"She didn't 'admit' anything! She never tried to hide what she did. She did it in plain view of some thirty witnesses!"

>"What are you getting at?"

"Maud's grades are outstanding. You can assume she spends a lot of her time studying, but she obviously has other things going on in her life."

>"Maud? Is this true?"

>She stared for a moment like she usually did.

>"I have a lot of stress in my life."

>Well, at least she was helping you help her lie. She was damn believable, too.

"See? She's been under a lot of stress in her home life. Maud? What would you say set you off?"

>Again, the pause.

>"Brad wouldn't leave Pinkie Pie alone."

>"Maud, when a student is bothering you or your sister, you tell an adult. Never take actions into your own hands."

>"...Okay."

>Things just sat still for a moment.

"So... I think Maud should just get off with a warning."

>"Mister Anonymous, I still don't think her actions are justified."

>"Brad was harassing my sister. Sexually."

>Heh. Good girl.

>"Fine then. Brad will be dealt with, but next time I hear anything about you beating up a student, that's it."

>Fuck yes.

>Maud didn't seem affected by Celestia's words.

>But at least you were able to repay her for the blowjob. You could tell getting off the hook meant a lot to her.

>Her actions spoke a hell of a lot louder than her expressions.

>Things had settled down considerably.

>Celestia left, Luna and Redheart were long gone, and after a brief thank you, Maud was gone as well.

>That was good. You really felt like you'd earned a good physical examination...

>But something was on your mind.

>If the nurse was able to discern without observing too closely that you'd just gotten head, then maybe it was best to place this date as your top priority.

>One thing was for sure: You had no shortage on pussy. So turning one down wouldn't mean you weren't getting laid.

>But this thing with Nurse Redheart was interesting. You'd have to keep her close, could be a fun experience. Bonding over breaking the rules... Sexy.

>You had no idea what this date with Luna had in store, but you were getting nervous about it.

>Celestia's words stuck to you. She seemed really against you and Luna doing anything physical... Very strong sense of protection there.

>You pondered why this would be, but in the end, it didn't seem to matter much.

>There was a knock at the door.

"Come in"

 

>"Ahh, Mister Anonymous. So good to finally make your acquaintance."

>You recognized this woman... She wasn't a student, she seemed to be at least in her forties.

>"I am Harshwhinny. My apologies for not introducing myself earlier. But I just ran into Nurse Redheart in the teacher's lounge."

>Uh-oh.

>"She informed me that you share common interests with our... Group."

>Huh?

"Group?"

>"Why yes. Unfortunately, society looks down on shall we say, 'Student/Teacher Relationships'. So those of us who wish to remain discrete and maintain a professional appearance need to help each other out. You were fortunate it was Redheart who discovered you."

>Wait, you needed a moment to process this.

>An organization of teachers who fuck their students?

"What makes me so fortunate?"

>"Certainly you understand that such a group can't just openly recruit any who are interested. Many teachers get caught, never knowing we exist. Few of us in the group ever get caught. But if say... Celestia were to catch you. Or Miss Cheerilee. Or heaven forbid Luna... Well, you'd be another one of those who get caught without ever knowing we exist."

>That was a lot to take in...

"So, wait... Who all is in this little club?"

>"Little? Well, besides yourself, Redheart, Professor Schism, and myself, most all teachers in this school are in the club. We have meetings once every few months... Your timing could not have been more perfect. There is one tomorrow."

"A meeting? For everyone who's had sex with a student? Why would I go to that?"

>She chuckled darkly.

>"Mister Anonymous. I'm not sure you've gotten the memo. Like it or not, you're a part of us now. And we can either help your career... Or terminate it."

>Those cold words sent chills down your spine.

"Wh-when is the meeting?"

>"Tomorrow. 7 A.M. If you're in an active relationship with a student... Feel free to bring him or her along. Schism brought his protégé, Trixie, to the last three."

"And what happens if I don't attend?"

>"Quite simply, you lose the support of the group. Fish don't make it very long without the group, Anonymous. And you're swimming dangerous waters."

>So you didn't really have a choice in the matter...

>"Oh, don't make that face. We're a very accepting and friendly people. We're your friends, Anonymous."

>She put her hands on yours, and looked you in the eye.

"My friends call me Anon."

>"Very well, Anon. I'll see you tomorrow. Have a good evening, and give Luna my best. Just... Be careful about what you tell her."

>With that, she made her leave.

>It was getting kind of late, and the students would be let out for the weekend soon. You didn't expect any more visitors...

>*knock knock knock*

>Except Luna, of course.

"Hello again, how was your day?"

>"Pretty long, actually. Tia's been nagging me about schedules. How are you feeling? Better? We can call off our date if you need..."

"No, not at all. I'm feeling great. I'm looking forward to tonight... I can use the distraction, you know?"

>"I know exactly what you mean... So I was thinking we both pack food. I have a big picnic blanket, but if you wanted to bring your own that's fine."

"Don't worry, I have plenty of supplies. I'll pick you up at 7."

>After a couple hours, you were late getting home. It was already 6:08 and you were just walking in the door.

>You had to get packed, and showered. Not to mention the drive, but that shouldn't be too long...

>You were nervous.

>First priority first, you needed to shower. And this was an abbreviated shower, just to get your body soaped up and feeling clean.

>You needed to get food ready, and you had no idea how long it would take to gather your supplies.

>When you went to your closet, you noticed a new hanger with an unfamiliar shirt on it... There was a note.

>'Father, I am still working on the jacket, but please try this shirt and see how it fits.'

>'P.S. Your pants are taking longer to make, I'm trying to perfect the extra room your crotch needs, you big sexy man'

>That made you feel tingly inside. Well, better try it on. It looked awesome, the collar and sleeves were fucking boss.

>You noticed something different from the moment your arm went through the first sleeve.

>This is what it felt like to have precisely tailored clothing.

>Perfect. This was almost better than sex.

>Almost.

>After you'd buttoned it up, and gave yourself a look in the mirror, you noticed something.

>This shirt really gave you a V shape. It made you look sexy as hell, you couldn't get over the collar and buttons.

>Your daughter was a genius. She was so god damn talented. You had the urge to kiss her right now.

>Putting on the rest of your regular clothes and shoes, you made your way to the kitchen to see what you could pack.

>What you saw surprised you.

 

>As you approached the kitchen, you noticed someone was in there. Considering Sweetiebelle was at your mother's, you correctly guesses it to be Rarity.

>"Oh, Father. I'm almost done packing your basket. Did you see my note?"

>She loved writing you notes. Her script was very fancy, you sometimes had difficulty reading her beautiful handwriting.

"I did see your note. I'm very impressed with the fit of this shirt."

>You moved to her, and scratched your urge to kiss her.

>You gave her a good smooch on the lips, she tongued you just slightly.

>Holy fuck.

>"So you're wearing it on your date? That's lovely! I actually finished your jacket since writing that note, but you don't want to wear it without the matching pants."

>That made sense...

>You gave her another kiss.

"So what's all this?"

>You gesture to the basket.

>"Ah, I noticed you only had about an hour to pack yourself... So I decided to throw something together."

>She moved to the basket.

>"Teacup sandwiches, cucumber sandwiches, shortbread cookies with jam, and a little surprise."

>She went on.

>"I didn't forget the plates, and two glasses are wrapped in this cloth here"

>Well, that seemed pretty good. She even packed Turkish Delight. You'd never had that before... Your daughter sure loved to be fancy and cultured. She got another kiss.

>A quick glance at the clock, it was 6:51.

>"It's time for you to be on your way, Father. Best of luck, and remember to treat Miss Luna like a lady! I know you know how."

>She was pushing you towards the door, it was actually quite cute how she was taking care of you like this.

>You felt weird, but in a good way.

>"I love you, Daddy. I'll be here waiting when you get back"

>She gave you a kiss, and winked.

>Well... It was time to get on the road. You were much less nervous about it now.

>It was a little more than 10 minutes to Luna's house.

>When you stood at the door, and your watch read 7:05.

>Fashionably late, like a Sir.

>You gave the bell a ring, and a moment later it was opened.

>Shit, it was Celestia.

>"Yes, Mister Anonymous?"

"Hello, Celestia. Is Luna here by chance?"

>"Sister? Is that him?"

>Celestia stepped out of the way, and Luna came to the door.

>Wow. She was beautiful in that dress.

>It wasn't minimalistic, but it showed off quite a bit more than her work attire.

>That cleavage.

>For god's sake, don't stare. Gentleman.

"Luna, you're looking beautiful this evening."

>You held out a hand.

>She took it, and you kissed her.

>You gave her a look, she was bristling with laughter.

>You both let out a hearty laugh, at your ridiculous display.

>"I have my basket here, shall we go?"

"Of course. It isn't a long drive... You'll be fine in the car, yes?"

>"Don't worry, I don't get carsick too easily... As long as I look straight ahead."

>That was that, then.

>Like a beta faglord, you made sure to open her door for her, and you both laughed at that.

>The drive was a little longer than it could have been, you were taking it easy.

>But you were finally parked, and had a bit of a walk ahead of you.

 

"So how have you been?"

>"A bit stressed, but nothing I can't handle. But I don't have a lot going on in the home life. What about you? I imagine it's been an interesting week for you."

>That's an understatement.

"That's one word for it. 'Interesting'."

>"Well, you get used to the craziness at the school. I'd love to hear about your experiences, though."

>The trek up the hill wasn't too long, and when you reached the top, you found your view was quite good.

>On one side, you saw large houses, and the other were treetops, with the nearly setting sun

>You judged you still had about an hour of daylight, with your elevated height.

"I do have stories... Like how I helped two students reconnect after a bad falling out."

>"Really? Which students?"

"Her name was Gilda, she had a friend named Rainbow Dash. They went their separate ways a while back. But I helped Gilda reforge their bond. She was quite a loner."

>"I'm familiar with Gilda. She's been a trouble maker. I'm happy for her though, that's a really good thing you did."

>That earned you a kiss on the cheek, as you were laying out the blanket. Was was big enough for the both of you.

>You were lucky hilltops made such good picnic spots.

"I also solved a problem with Vinyl Scratch. She had an... Admirer. That was the nature of quite a few of the problem's I've dealt with. It's been fun helping."

>"Sounds fun. It's better to deal with teen's trivial problems than the real world school board. I haven't gotten to read a single book at leisure, I've been buried in papers."

"I was reading just the other night, but it was more for work purposes. It helps to stay current on psychological papers and the like."

>"So you're into psychology?"

"Eh, not really. I like dealing with people. I like to know how they tick, and I've been told I have a silver tongue. But that's about the extent of my psychological interest. It's just one of many intellectual pursuits."

>You sat with her, on your knees, and opened your basket.

>"What did you bring? I brought a bit of carrot cake."

>Heh.

"I love carrot cake! I brought some sandwiches, and cookies. Looks like we are heavy on the sweets."

>"Is that really a bad thing?"

>With another laugh, you agreed it wasn't.

>Good think you had plenty of other food. Lets take a look...

>It was all wrapped neatly in cloth. What was this one?

>After unwrapping them, you quickly tucked them away.

>A box of chocolates. That wasn't bad. Trojan XL, that's bad.

>Thankfully, Luna was distracted by her own basket.

>Damn it, that girl was going to get you into a lot of trouble one day. You weren't even sure you could wear XL, you haven't bought a Johnny since you were in your teens.

>"What do you have there, Anon?"

>Shit.

"Uh, chocolates?"

>You handed the bitch chocolate.

>"That's very sweet. I've been dying for some chocolate."

>Bitches love chocolate.

"I almost forgot I even packed them, glad I remembered..."

>That was a close one, George. You hid the other box at the bottom of your basket.

>After a while, you had the food laid out on platters.

>It seemed Rarity packed you some punch... Upon tasting it, you found it had been spiked.

>You chided yourself for not locking your liquor cabinet. That was the only thing you had to drink.

>"Is that punch?"

"It is, would you like a taste?"

>Wait. Does she even drink liquor? Oh yeah, she drank wine at the restaurant. She shouldn't mind some Tequila.

>She already poured herself a glass, and sniffed it.

>"Hmmm... Smells kind of... Strong."

"It's alcoholic..."

>She took a sip.

>"Pretty good stuff. Did you make this?"

"Actually, Rarity did."

>Shit, did you just say that?

>"Rarity? You let your daughter drink alcohol?"

>UHHHH...

>Okay, play it cool.

"On occasion, under supervision, I will let her try alcohol... To teach her to be responsible."

>Her features remained soft.

>"My mother did the same with me, actually. I think it's a good idea. Drinking shouldn't be treated as some sacred exclusionary thing."

>Fuckin' saved.

"Exactly. My Dad and I drank together, it was something to bond over."

>At least conversation was rolling.

>The evening went on, and you swapped stories about funny experiences, and other topics.

>Like science and literature. Turns out Luna had quite a knowledge of literature, and poetry.

>The sky was dark blue, and the clouds were fire red.

>It was a beautiful sight to behold, watching the sun go down.

>"Soon, the stars will come out. I'd give it about forty minutes... I can show you some more constellations, if you wish."

"I'd love to do some star gazing. You really like the night sky, don't you?"

>She paused at that, and looked back at the setting sun.

>"You could say I feel a certain... Connection. To the stars."

>She seemed unsure of how to parse her words.

"They are quite pretty."

>"Quite... You know, in this low light, we should be able to spot Venus."

>She looked around a moment.

>"There! It's dim. But it's going to be the second brightest point in the sky soon. It's actually bright enough to cast shadows."

"I'd heard that... Never seen a Venetian shadow before, though."

>"I have a trick that will help with that, you know. I can show you a shadow later."

"Man I love space. Could you imagine? Floating out there, seeing the sights... I was exposed to too much science fiction as a kid."

>"I'm not really into science fiction... But I did watch Star Trek growing up."

>Holy shit, that got you excited.

"Damn it, Jim! I'm a doctor not a physicist!"

>You shared a laugh.

>"That seems logical, Captain."

>You could never do the thing with the fingers... But it seemed Luna could.

>"So you say you're a Jack of all trades? Think you could ever be a scientist? Or an astronaut?"

>That kind of depressed you...

"Well, there's two sides to that phrase..."

>"Oh?"

"Jack of all trades, master of none. Those fields are exclusionary, they want masters, not jacks."

>"That's a shame."

>She hugged you close.

"I could never figure out what I wanted in life. But I got even better. I have my daughters. And I gave so much for them. They have good lives."

>"That's really sweet"

 

>It was good to slow down, and watch the sun set over a long day. And with it gone, a whole new sky loomed overhead.

>Lucky thing Luna brought two cushions, you both laid back, with your bodies offset, heads side by side.

>The first stars were coming into view, as the sun has been down for a while now.

>"See that bright star? It's Pollux. With Castor right next to it, it forms the constellation Gemini, made up of some eighty stars."

"Gemini? I can't quite make it out... I see the two stars, though."

>"Those two stars are the heads, think of them like two stick figures holding hands. See it now?"

>You honestly couldn't

"I think so, are those the feet, there?"

>"Yep. Pollux there was the son of Zeus, while his neighbour Castor was the sun of a Spartan king, Tyndareus."

"How do you remember all this?"

>She turned her head to look at you.

>"People tend to remember things they're passionate about... I've studied the stars for many years... Each one of them has a story to tell, if you just listen to them"

>You remember she had been talking about her 'connection'... You found that to be strangely mystifying.

>It was almost implied that she could communicate with the stars.

"Listen to them... What's that star over there?"

>"That's Capella. Brightest star in the Auriga constellation. Aurgia was a chariot driver, but you can't make out the rest of the constellation yet. It needs to be darker. But that star just below it, that's Almaaz, a binary star."

"Binary? So another star orbits that one?

>"Yep, so every once in a while it gets darker, as it's eclipsed."

"Fascinating..."

>She laughed at your Leonard Nimoy voice.

>The time went by quickly, and the sky got darker.

>You must have learned about a hundred different stars of all types.

>"Did you want to see a Venetian shadow?"

>That sounded like fun.

>She took a roll of paper towels from her basket, it was very low. She then proceeded to unroll the last few sheets.

>"Here, hold these."

>She handed you the towels, and aimed the tube at the distant point.

>"Now I'll cover the front end just a little with one finger. Hold the towel up to the back, and look at it closely."

>You did just that, and didn't see a whole lot.

>After a minute of staring, your eye adjusted, and you made out the tip of Luna's finger, she was moving it slightly.

"I see it! It's very feint... That's the coolest thing I've ever seen!"

>"I know, it's a shadow from another planet! Most people will never see a shadow like that..."

>You both looked each other in the eye, as you sat back down.

>It was getting a little cold, you could see Luna was getting goose bumps from the breeze.

"Need a blanket?"

>"Do you have one?"

>You retrieved it, and unrolled it to it's full size. It was rather big, perfect for two.

>Seating yourself again, you wrap the Luna and yourself in the quilted material.

>That was much better. It was quite dark, most light was coming from a crescent moon.

"So what do you know about the moon?"

>"Everything."

"Everything?"

>"Absolutely everything there is to know about the moon."

"Like... Crater names?"

>"Not a lot of Lunar features are visible right now... But I can see the Mare Fecunditatis, Sea of Fertility. That small dark spot almost half way down the side there. Down from that and inward is the Mare Nectaris. Sea of Nectar."

"I love it when you talk dirty"

>That surprised her, and shocked her into laughter.

>"You're so naughty, Anon. You amuse me..."

"Amuse? Am I an oddity to you?"

>"Not an oddity... You are amusing to watch, to listen to. I'm happy you feel comfortable around me. Don't let my sister scare you."

 

>"She can be overbearing sometimes, but she has a good soul. She means well. I know she probably spoke with you this morning, about our date..."

>That made you slightly uneasy.

"Well... Yes. She, uh... Had a few words."

>Luna leaned over, and put her face close to yours, peering deep into your eyes.

>"She told you I was some kind of 'forbidden fruit', didn't she?"

"Something like that."

>"Anon... Are you afraid of my sister?"

>You didn't have to think about that.

"No."

>"You want me, don't you? You want to take me here, on this blanket?"

"I do."

>"Why don't you? Make love to me under the stars. Nothing could be more romantic..."

>You felt the urge, it was strong.

"One question..."

>"Ask away."

"Why is Celestia so protective of you? She doesn't like me courting you. It's obvious."

>She deflated a bit at your question.

"I'm sorry, you don't have to answer if you don't want to."

>"No, it's fine... My sister and I... We were the closest siblings ever. And a lot has happened over the years to change that."

>"When we were little girls, she was always looking out for me. I got into trouble quite often, as the younger sibling. We both got into trouble, really. We were a team, we worked in harmony."

>She sat upright, sitting with her legs crossed, facing you.

>"We went everywhere together, completed each other's sentences. But then, as time went on, we got older. And we drifted apart. I gained other interests, namely astronomy."

>She liked to use her arms to gesture when she spoke, it made a good display of her jiggling breasts.

>"We were still close, however. When Celestia bled for the first time, I was the first to hear about it. We thought she was dying, it was quite funny looking back on it."

>Sure sounds funny.

>"Well... Our mother explained it to the two of us. She explained everything. It wasn't more than a couple weeks before we were experimenting with each other, in the privacy of our shared bedroom."

>You kind of had a feeling you knew where this was going.

>"She was so tender with me... Insisted on looking at each other quite often, and I admit I was never against it... At first, anyway."

>You absolutely knew where this was going. You sincerely wished you hadn't asked. What spurred you on to ask that? You were about to get laid.

>"That continued for years with no problem. I entered puberty, and nothing changed very quickly. We had been sleeping in the same bed, with no sleeping clothes. We hugged, caressed each other. It was normal. Until..."

>Here it comes.

>"Until... One night, we didn't just sleep together. It went further than that... She wanted me, more than a sister wants her sister. I didn't want her that way, but I made a mistake. I never told her no."

>Wait...

>"So she did what she did, I laid there with my legs open while she did it, and after that we went to sleep... But it wasn't the same. It was never the same after that. Never again were we as close."

>Holy crap.

>"Shortly after, I slept in my own bed. Eventually I moved into the spare room. She cried and begged for forgiveness, for things to go back to the way they were before... I never hated her, but I couldn't go back. You change things... Forever."

"That's really sad..."

>Your heart ached thinking about what that must have been like for Celestia.

>"She loved me, and wanted to continue to make love to me. But I couldn't love my own sister like that... And don't worry about her threats. She never liked the guys that looked at me."

>That filled you with confidence. Not.

"Oh?"

>"She's gotten better about it... The first boy I kissed in high school, got a tooth knocked out. Now at worst she might do some passive aggressive things... If I'm not around, that is."

"Wow... First kiss in high school?"

>She blushed.

>"I was a bit of a loner, most guys didn't go for the nerdy girl. How old were you?"

>You thought back....

"Seven."

>"Seven??! That's really young!"

"Wasn't even in the first grade. The girl was my neighbour. Had the biggest crush on her for the longest time. She had a muscle problem, couldn't walk very well. So I laid on my back with her on top, and we made out on the floor of her bedroom. Then her dad came in. Wasn't allowed to be with her after that... We moved a year later."

>"Awww. Do you miss her?"

"Well... That's the first time I've thought about her in at least twenty years... So no."

>You smiled.

>"Well, it could be a romantic story. You need to work on it."

"I'll consider it. So what will your sister do at worst if she found out we did something?"

>She gave you a sexy look.

>"What do you mean 'if' she found out?"

>That oh shit face you made.

>"Haha, don't worry, Anon. She won't do anything. I'll be sure of it."

>Whew.

>Luna was now leaning in close to your face, pressing her body to you, with her hands on your shoulders.

>"So, Anon... Will you take me under the night sky?"

>You were laid over Luna, your jacket and pants were beside you, her panties were clinging to one ankle, while her top was pulled down to expose her sizeable breasts.

>You watched, mesmerized, as each thrust you made bounced her tits up and down.

>Her back was arched, and she was tight against your wrapped cock. You always hated condoms, but these were quite comfortable.

>You could see the stars in her eyes, the distant points of light were reflected in her pupils.

>She was gazing at the heavens while you were railing her hard. That made you want to rail her harder.

>But you didn't. You slowed down, to make sure you lasted longer. You needed to make her come first. You wondered how many orgasms you could give her...

>She was much harder to pleasure than Rarity, most likely due to experience.

>No problem. You made long slow strokes, lowering your body to contact hers more.

>That was her clitoris you were feeling with your pubic bone. She immediately started to gasp n pleasure.

>Her legs wrapped around your waist, and she pulled you in when you held out of her too long.

>The teasing was working. You could do this for a good long while, but she couldn't take much more.

>After only a minute of your steady rhythm, you'd done it. She squeezed so tight you almost lost control, but you had a lot of practice lately.

>LOTS of practice.

>Then something happened that surprised you.

>"Hah-AHH!"

>She squirmed under you, and you stopped thrusting.

"Are you okay?"

>She was out of breath, and gave you a gentle nudge.

>You got the message and pulled out.

>"Hah...Hah...Ha... I'm fine, I just need a minute..."

>Wait a minute...

>"I don't usually have more than one orgasm during sex."

>Shit. She didn't have that legendary stamina like other women do.

>You were just about to ask about what you would do next, as she might not go for vaginal to mouth.

>"You can finish in my other hole."

>Score!

>"Take that condom off. I want you to finish inside."

>Fucking. Score.

>This was it. Time to remove your space suit.

>Off it came, after it stretched and pulled to stay on.

>Bye-bye, it sailed through the air.

>Luna was already turning over. You had a decent amount of lube from the condom, but weren't sure if it was enough for her.

"I'm pretty slick still, but you might want more lube than that."

>"Right, there's some in my bag."

>Okay. Just grab the bag...

>Damn. How can a woman find anything in such a purse? It's a fucking mess.

>Ah. Here we go. Water based? Huh.

>You stuck the small nozzle of the tube to her puckered hole, and gave it a squeeze.

>She hasped at the cold. You could feel the goosebumps on her bare ass cheeks.

>This was going to be good.

>You positioned yourself, and took aim.

>Gently forward... Contact light.

>Progress was slow, but she was a pro at taking it in the rear. In no time, you were hilted.

>Houston, Intrepid has landed.

>Shit, this felt good. It was tight, and you could actually feel it with your skin. No glove.

>The friction was good, and the best part was, this was all for you. You didn't have to make Luna cum again.

>But you weren't going to rush, this experience was going to be savoured.

 

>You had your hands on her waist for grip, but decided to move them down to grip her firm cheeks.

>Looks like it was a full moon, after all.

>That was a good angle, you could feel the wall of her rectum rubbing the top of your dick.

>Better take it easy, didn't want to cum too fast. Luna was definitely enjoying this.

>She moaned quite loudly, she was obviously quite sensitive, especially post-orgasm.

>You decided to play it rough.

>Your thrusting motion stopped, and you used your grip on her ass to shove her forward and back on your rod.

>That got a reaction out of her, and she began to rock with you.

>This was bliss.

>You couldn't hold it much longer, it was time to let go and enjoy it. This was the best anal you've ever had.

>With great thrusts, timed against Luna's own, you slapped her cheeks with your thighs, and signalled your impending orgasm with the olde grunt.

>Your speed picked up sharply, and so did your voice as you shot several thick strands of hot cum deep inside Luna's ass.

>Her voice joined yours, as the ride was rough for her. It hurt her just a bit, but in the best way possible.

>Finally, you were finished, and pulled out, still hard but spent.

>Luna turned to face you, sitting her bare ass on the blanket.

>You both huffed and puffed, catching your breath.

>Then she noticed your member, bouncing with your heart beat, still erect.

>"You're still so big! Amazing..."

>She leaned forward, and lowered her head.

>*Smooch*

>The one-eyed giant twitched at being kissed, and your jaw dropped.

>"What?"

>You were just starting to get soft, but that kiss on your dick made you jump back to attention.

>"How are your kids at home, Anon?"

>Huh?

"Huh?"

>"When did you tell them you'd be getting home?"

"Oh. Sweetiebelle is staying with my mother, Rarity is turning eighteen in a couple months."

>She smiled devilishly at that.

>"Lets get a room."

>Ohhhhhh Shit.

"So this is it. Not much, but it has a bed."

>At this point, you were a bit tipsy, and Luna wasn't doing much better.

>"This will do perfectly, Anon"

>She was already jumping on the mattress, her top open.

>She never bothered to pull her panties up earlier, they were in your car.

>You followed her into the bed, after removing your shirt and shoes.

>She giggled as you pulled her skirt down, the elastic band came off easily.

>That was it. Her mound was bare. It begged for some attention.

>You brought your head close, it seemed like come cunnilingus was in order.

>Breathing out rewarded you with a giggle, and some squirming.

>"Tease! Go on then..."

>This was perfect... Lick.

>She was wet. And fucking tasty. Tasted like chicken. Best keep on lickin'.

>Her moans filled the room, as your tongue parted her labia, and danced around her small clitoris.

>One particularly deep lick parted her lips, and exposed her sensitive nub. You brought your nose down to rub it while you tongued her hole.

>You were too absorbed, for lack of a better term, in her pink, to notice what she was moving her leg to do.

>Then you felt it, and were given pause.

>"Gotcha."

>Her soft as silk toes made contact with the head of your penis. Holy shit that felt pretty fucking good.

>Your shaft was gripped gently between her big toe, and she stroked you up and down expertly.

>Never before had you witnessed such a display of nimble toes.

>She was making you more aroused, and it made you lick her flower with abandon.

>She was so fucking juicy, you could tell foot play got her going.

>You'd never done anything with feet, but the idea didn't disgust you.

>But she was getting close, the evidence was clear.

>That's when it became apparent. You were a god damn pro.

>The secret was indirect contact, and a steady rhythm.

>With Luna, missing a single beat would cause you to start over. She was sensitive to it.

>Her foot moved away from your dick, and her legs wrapped around you tightly.

>She pulled your head deep into her sex, gripping your hair.

>Then she let out a loud primal scream of pleasure, squirting forcefully down your throat.

>Holy shit, you weren't expecting that.

>You had to stop, as your gag reflex activated. It left a bitter taste in your mouth.

>"Hah... You're really good, Anon."

>You smirked at her between her breasts, and then gave her a quick lick.

>The action caused her to spasm uncontrollably.

>"HA-AHHH!!- YOU!!"

>You were laughing your ass off at that.

>After a few minutes of holding each other, you had to ask.

"Foot fetish, huh?"

>She blushed deeply. Fucking. Adorable.

>"D-don't judge, Anon."

"Never! I'd never judge someone for how they get off... Ever."

>She gave you a knowing look.

>"We suspected not. You obviously have your own kinks, Anonymous."

"Personally, I think I can get behind your fetish. It's more agreeable than scat, or something."

>She gagged at that a bit.

>Then you had an idea.

>Moving down, your hands find themselves on her calves.

>They moved down, and slowed at her ankles.

>Your body moved into position over her, in a 69.

>You wanted to know what you could do with her feet. They were kind of cute.

>Her feet were soft, and dainty. You had to admit you enjoyed rubbing them.

>Luna squirmed under you, moaning softly.

>After a few minutes of running your fingers around her feet, you had only one thing left to do.

>Never in your life had you imagined doing this...

>You held one foot, with your head close.

>And popped her big toe into your mouth.

>A few things happened instantly. One, her moan became a loud exclamation.

>Two, your tongue was met with a salty taste. Not exactly unpleasant, but it took all you had to ignore the fact you had a fucking big toe in your mouth.

>Not one to do anything half assed, you have it a good but if suction, until it fell out with a pop.

>"Anon... You don't have to satisfy this fetish..."

>You considered it, and the taste left in your mouth.

>Eh. Might as well finish what you started.

>You answer by sucking her little toe.

>"Ohhh, Anon! Thank you. Ah. Here, let me take care of that..."

>She couldn't very well reach your cock with her mouth, but you appreciated a good handy.

>Slowly, you were slobbering all over her left foot, and it was time to start on the right.

>She was in bliss...

>"Ah! Oh, Anon! Tell me- tell me I'm your Princess!"

>Oh? So she's one of those types of women. You knew the type.

>Might as well, that obviously floats her boat.

"I love your toes, Princess Luna"

>Ha. That sounded pretty fucking weird to say out loud.

>"Yes! Lick my feet! I loooove it!!!"

>Was she about to cum from this?

>You weren't sure, and kept licking.

>Sure enough, with a great moan and shudder, she had an orgasm while you licked her toes.

>You had to roll over, and see for yourself.

>She was breathing hard, and extended two wet fingers she'd been rubbing with.

>"Care to taste your Princess?"

"I'd love to taste you."

>Something about having her fingers in your mouth, sucking her juices up.

>You sure were ready to get off. It felt like you'd earned it at this point, right?

>"Thank you so much for what you did... It's very rare to find a partner as open as you. I think you deserve a reward..."

>Yes. Please.

>She pushed you down onto your back, and laid between your open legs.

>Oral, huh? Fucking awesome.

>Does it count as ass to mouth if you fucked her ass an hour ago?

>Whatever, her tongue was hot and wet, and she seemed to have a certain affinity for your balls.

>You never expected her to lick as low as your taint, but that was a brief lick that didn't go anywhere.

>In no time, she was sucking you proper, and trying to fit the tip of her tongue down your urethra.

>Why did women do that? Universally without being asked or told. It felt amazing.

>She wasn't as energetic as Rarity was, but she was more experienced. It was a good trade off, equally arousing.

>Soon her tongue made it's way down the bottom of your hood, licking all your most sensitive spots, while running the flat top of your head against the roof of her mouth.

>At this rate, you knew you wouldn't last long.

>Holy shit, she was taking you all the way to the back of the throat.

>Smashing her nose into your triangle, and bobbing with out a single trace of a gag reflex holding back.

>You gripped her head, and gave her a little assistance. This wouldn't take long at all.

>Might as well test her seemingly non existent reflex, you picked up speed.

>Nothing. That was damn impressive. Surely you were wearing her throat raw at this point.

>Here it comes...

>You went stiff, as she continued to bob her head, and your seed flew to the back of her throat without her even tasting it.

>You had her pulled hard on your dick, emptying your balls.

>That was it, you were done. And god damn you were tired.

>She pulled off your rod, and gave you a sexy look, before crawling up to lay on you.

>You wrapped your arm around her, and turned to the side, switching off the lamp.

>It was time to cuddle.

>"Did you enjoy that?"

>And have pillow talk.

 

>You always enjoyed pillow talk, as it typically meant you were sharing a pillow with a woman.

>That usually meant you got laid.

>"I think I'm in love, Anon."

>You felt so warm... And tingly.

>"I can see us going far... If that's what you want."

>You considered it. It seemed like a very good idea.

"Of course I want that... Why don't we see how far we can go?"

>"But... Your daughters...'

>That's right.

"Sweetiebelle wants so badly to have a mother... She likes you. How would you feel about that?"

>She was quiet, and snuggled up closer to you.

>"I'd like a daughter... Before I get too old."

>You considered that... Having another kid at this point seemed... Daunting. Two had been hard, but you were alone for so much of that time...

>"And I think I would love to be Sweetiebelle's mother. She's a wonderful girl. Rarity, as well."

>That melted your heart a little. It was proof you'd raised two angels, if another woman would want them to be her own.

"We'll see how far we can go... I want to try."

>"I wonder if Sweetie would like to learn about the stars... She could draw inspiration from them to write beautiful songs."

>You thought on that a little...

"You really like the stars, don't you Luna? I get the sense there's more than meets the eye."

>"It's hard to explain... In another world, I am something more... The stars are who I am."

>You didn't understand. She was a strange woman... But you found that quality endearing.

"You are a creature of the stars... But I think you are more beautiful."

>That sounded romantic enough. Good job, brain.

>Thanks.

>No problem.

>"Anonymous. One day you will understand... But not too soon."

>That was very strange... You really wanted to know what she was talking about.

"I'd like to know you. There's a lot under the surface..."

>"You'll see. But for now, you should sleep. You have a busy day ahead of you tomorrow..."

>Huh? You weren't...Tired...

>Your eyelids were so heavy... They fell, and you didn't last much longer.

>Zzz...

 

>You never remembered your dreams... You knew you had them, it was a scientific fact.

>But when you woke, there was nothing. Just emptiness.

>"Daddy, I waited for you..."

>Huh?

"Sweetheart? I'm back."

>"Anon, you aren't back. You're in a hotel. This isn't your daughter... You are dreaming."

>That was Luna's voice...

"This... Is a dream?"

>"Daddy, why didn't you come home?"

"Luna, where are you?"

>"I am not here... I'm merely observing. As you should..."

>You looked, and saw Rarity was crying on your bed. She was wearing some of her custom designed lingerie.

>Immediately you felt a sinking feeling in your chest.

"Rarity... Sweetheart... I'm so sorry, I forgot-"

>"You forgot!? You FORGOT!? I'm your DAUGHTER! not some scrap of meat for you to toss away when you lose interest!!"

>That stabbing feeling in your heart.

"Rarity, please!"

>"NO! If you want to be with her that badly, that you can FORGET about me, then just FORGET about US altogether."

>What? No!

>She was immediately dressed, and packed.

"Rarity! Please! Don't leave! I'm sorry, please PLEASE forgive me!"

>"I can't do this. I gave you my heart, and I HELPED you prepare for your date. And THIS is what I get. Forgotten about."

"Wait!"

>She was leaving, and you had to stop her.

"Rarity!"

>You were outside now, and that's when you saw the police. They tackled you to the ground.

>"And I'm taking Sweetie too, so you can't hurt her!"

>WHAT?!?!

>"You're under arrest for child abuse! You have the right to remain silent!"

"NO! I DIDN'T MEAN FOR THIS TO HAPPEN! RARITY! PLEASE DON'T GO!!!"

>"DADDY!"

>That was Sweetie, an officer was escorting her out of your home.

>"LET ME GO! DADDY! HELP!"

>You struggled, you kicked, you screamed, and no matter what you could not get free to reclaim your daughter.

>Then, she descended from the heavens like a dove.

>And the nightmare vanished into nothing.

>You recognized this creature standing before your cowering form, wings wide open. You couldn't escape her piercing gaze.

"L-Luna?"

>"So you recognize me. Impressive... But I'm not impressed, Anonymous."

>You felt a rush of shame.

"Okay, so you know the truth."

>"And what truth is that, Anon? I want to hear it in your words."

>You didn't think you could say it... But her gaze insisted.

>You submitted, and relaxed the tension in your body.

"Rarity and I... We have been... Close lately. I... I've been having sex with her."

>You felt like dying.

>"I've known. You dream about her often. We've met in this plane before, if you remember."

>Nope. Fuzzy as hell.

...

>"It seems you don't. Typical. Get up, Anon. I hate to see you on the ground like that."

>You got to your feet. Luna stood on four legs, each encased with a slipper of sorts. Her large wings folded casually to her side, and on her head she had a long spiral horn.

>None of this was strange to you... Nothing was ever strange in a dream.

"I don't suppose you want to date a man who has an existing relationship with his daughter..."

>"I went on a date with you tonight, didn't I?"

>Oh yeah...

"Why?"

>"Because, Anon. I do not see moral issues in the same light you or society does. I see the beauty in your love... She truly loves you, and will never love another."

>You had to think on that. IT made you feel better, though.

"Then... What will come of us?"

>That caused her to pause.

>"Anon... I won't make you choose one of us over the other. In this world, polygamy is... Frowned upon... But incest is as well. Neither of those things are moral issues on the other side..."

"Other side?"

>"You'll know one day. Maybe. Tell me, do you find me attractive?"

>You almost answered instinctively yes, but paused.

>You observed her equine form.

"Yeah... I think I can get used to horse Luna."

>"Ahem. The term is 'pony', Anon."

"Pony... I've never indulged in pony pussy, Luna. Tell me, do all ponies have wings?"

>Only Pegasi. And Alicorns."

"Allah What?"

>"I'm an Alicorn. A Princess."

>Holy shit.

"A Princess? Like... A Princess Princess? Royalty?"

>"In a manner of speaking. In this form I possess many abilities, hence why we are able to speak now."

"A Princess..."

>"Anon, don't get hung up on that. I did just get through sucking your dick a couple hours ago."

"Sorry. I just never fucked a Princess before. It's quite an accomplishment for me, honestly."

>She blushed a bit at that.

>"Getting back to the matter at hand. We need to talk about your nightmares."

>Oh.

>"Don't look so down, Anonymous. Lets start with your youngest."

>That made your heart ache just a little.

>"You are afraid of losing her. As any father would be. But you have different reason than most fathers, don't you?"

"I... We... I... let her touch my junk."

>"She asked to, did she?"

"Yeah. I know it shouldn't be much of a problem, but I feel like I did the wrong thing."

>"Anon, girls her age need to have questions answered... You did nothing wrong. So she will fantasize about you... But then she will model who she chooses to fall in love with after your likeness. She loves you, just as much as Rarity. But she doesn't want you like her."

"How can you know that?"

>"See for yourself, Anon."

>Instantly, your ethereal surroundings changed, and you were in your house. In a dimly lit room, with clothes and fabric strewn about.

>This was the room of your oldest daughter, Rarity. It looked so... Different.

>Then a noise came from behind you.

>You turned and saw your daughters old bed. Laying in it was none other than Rarity.

>Her voice was trembling, and you could see her legs were open under her blankets.

>"Ohhh... Daddy!... Hah! Oh! Ah! Ahhhhh... Make me yours! I want you so bad!"

>Fucking hell that was hot.

>You mentally scolded yourself, she couldn't have been more than twelve.

>"She's eleven. And she just came here after spying on you getting dressed."

"Huh?"

>"She is quite the voyeur for her Daddy."

"But this is exactly what Sweetiebelle will be doing!"

>"Oh? How can you be sure?"

>Luna gave you a look with her equine face.

"Well, if seeing from a distance caused Rarity to do this... Sweetiebelle actually got up close! She TOUCHED the thing Rarity is rubbing herself to."

>The world faded away, and Luna smiled.

>"Sweetie has no sexual desire for her father. She's just curious."

>Then the world faded again, this time your surroundings were less familiar.

>The smell was familiar, however. This was your mother's house.

>Her guest room, where Sweetiebelle slept on the twin sized bed.

>"What do you suppose she is dreaming about, Anon?"

>You notice she is sleeping with her hand between her legs. Her breath is shaky.

"God damn it, I don't want to know."

>She chuckled at that.

>Then your vision changed.

>You were the observer inside her eyes.

>She was talking to a young boy. He looked somewhat nerdy, holding a 3DS.

>"This is it! Watch, watch! Charzard! Flamethrower!... HA! That's it!"

>Okay, so he was nerdy as shit.

"Awesome! Is that the final trainer?"

>"No, I have to beat my rival. I named him 'Ass'.

>Sweetie giggled at that.

"You're SO funny!"

>Juvenile, more like.

>Then she kissed him.

>OKAY! Stop the film! Shut off the cameras!

>The kiss lasted, and deepened. They were really about to be going at it.

>You REALLY didn't need to watch your daughter's fantasies about some school kid.

>LUNA! This isn't funny!

>The world faded away, and Luna was rolling on her ass laughing.

>"Oh, Anon. You can't assume your daughter won't make friends with boys..."

"If I see that kid, I'll make sure I-"

>"Oh, stop. She had that dream because she has a CRUSH. It was based on a desire, not an event.

"Still..."

>He wasn't the type you wanted your daughter chasing after... But he was better than some beatnik.

>"Anonymous, don't. You'll only break her heart."

>Sigh.

>"The important thing you're missing is, she's curious. But she doesn't desire you sexually."

>Well, that was a relief.

>The scene changed again. You were standing in the motel room.

>You could see yourself laying on the bed, Luna's bipedal form was snuggled up close to you.

"So that only helped one problem... I still need to talk to Rarity."

>"I'm afraid that cannot be done from here. You need to wake up, Anon. And you need to go back to your home."

>Well then...

"I understand. Thank you for helping me... I really needed that."

>"It's not a problem. I will always be watching over your dreams... But don't expect to see me every night."

"Wait! Before you leave... Can I just ask to see one more thing?"

>"Sure, what is it?"

"Can I get a look at what pony pussy looks like?"

>She blushed again. You almost laughed, but you were serious.

>"W-well... Fine."

>She turned around, and moved her tail.

>The sight made your face glow, it was the most beautiful sight you've ever beheld.

>Never again would you become aroused by a human vagina or anus, you wouldn't rest until you had some pony poon.

>Just like that, you jolted awake with a rock hard erection.

>"You're such a pervert, Anon."

>Teased Luna beside you.

"...Huh?"

>"Don't tell me you've forgotten your dream already?"

"I don't really dream..."

>"UGH! Fine. But I think you need to go home. It's 3 A.M., I believe your daughter is waiting for you..."

>You were stunned.

"Why would she be waiting for me?"

>"Because she loves you. And I'm perfectly fine with that. No go, before it's too late."

>A little more explaining, and she apparently knew you'd been fucking your daughter... And approved of that for some crazy reason you didn't understand.

>It was nearly 4 when you pulled into your driveway, after dropping Luna off at her house.

>You were tired when you walked through the threshold of your front door, but nervous enough that you weren't sleepy.

>There was something in your mind, an image of Rarity crying her eyes out. You didn't want that, obviously.

>There was a bad feeling in your heart when you thought about how it must look from her perspective.

>The living room was empty, so quietly you made ascended the stairs to her room.

>When you opened the door, you saw her bedside lamp was on.

>But the room was unoccupied.

>Huh. Somehow you'd had a feeling she'd be waiting in your room.

>Cursing the creaky step on the stairs, you made your way down the hall to your door. It was ajar.

>Dim light was streaming through the gap, which you made wider to just fit through.

>Then closed once you were inside.

>You heard deep breathing before anything.

>Rarity was asleep on your bed. You quietly moved to her.

>Upon closer inspection, you saw no evidence that she had been crying... That was good.

>Then a thought hit you.

>You had to wake her up... But what was the best way to do that?

>It had to be gentle... And would be best if it could be a gesture of love...

>Something to show you cared about her deeply...

>You unzip your dick.

>Finally in the buff, after a slow stealthy process.

>It was time...

>You crawled into bed, and wrapped your naked form around your daughter.

>She was wearing some sort of lingerie...

>"Mmm... What time is it?"

"Shhh... I love you sweetheart"

>She let out a dreamy sigh.

>"I love you too, Daddy. How'd it go?"

>So far, so good. You made sure to caress her sides, in a display of your affection.

>You felt your dick pressing against her lower back.

"It went well... I'm glad I'm back, I missed you."

>Then, she turned in the sheets to face you.

>Rarity kissed you, and pulled your bottom lip.

>"Did you like your surprise?"

>You thought back... Oh, the Johnny.

"Luna loved the chocolate, and appreciated the rubber."

>Now it was your turn to kiss her. Her eyes glinted in the dim light, and they seemed bottomless.

>You were lost in those blue orbs...

>"Father?"

>You couldn't help it, the urge to hold her tightly was overwhelming.

"Rarity, I love you."

>She looked at you, somewhat quizzically.

"I'll never do anything to hurt you... I want what we have to last."

>You could see her heart melting in her eyes.

>"Father... What brought this on?"

"I guess... I just never realized how important you are to me."

>She kissed you again, and spoke.

>"Father... I love you... You don't have to worry about me leaving because you hurt my feelings... Its going to take a lot more than that to make me stop loving you."

>You both smiled, that made for feel so good...

>"So do you want me to take care of that erection?"

"I do."

 

>You were on your back, with your daughter between your legs.

>"So you think I'm going to suck you off after you've just been inside another woman..."

>Uhhh...

"Uhhh..."

>"Hmph. A lady has standards, Father."

>She winked at you. Damn, that made you even harder.

"So oral is off the table, that's fine..."

>"Tisk, tisk. I don't think I'm ready to have Luna's leftovers inside me..."

>That kind of made your heart fall, but she was moving towards you so seductively that you didn't think much on it.

>She was laying beside you now, with your previously serviced member in her hand.

>Her lips connected with yours, as she began to pump you up and down.

>"I hope this will do..."

>Oh it would do, alright. Her hands were so soft and petite.

>She didn't even need much for lube, your rock hard member dribbled a single bead of watery pre.

>After breaking another long kiss, you decided to try and remove her top.

>Damn, the clasp was complicated when you were getting your dick jacked off.

>There it goes. Her perfect breasts were exposed...

>And immediately your face was buried in them.

>Motorboat, bitches.

>"Father!"

>She was giggling like mad, and you couldn't help but laugh.

>She lost momentum on your dick, and had to collect herself.

>You kissed her with passion, feeling elated.

>Something you realized, after she found a good groove, Rarity was much better at stroking you than Luna was... Like her hand was made for you or something.

>Incest was indeed wincest it seemed.

>But what you couldn't get over were her soft, firm, perky breasts.

>Her nipples were like bullets, and teething on them ever so gently elicited the most sexy and adorable squeak from her hot lips.

>You loved her body, every curve, every taste, smell, sound, and goose bump you gave her.

>It wouldn't be long now, your orgasm was approaching.

>This was it, you gave her a little warning, and she kissed you deeply.

>Your tongues met, and hers submitted, granting you access.

>Reaching deep, you grunted slightly in her mouth as you felt your cock spasm.

>You tasted her, felt her breath. Your soft flesh touched intimately, as you were forced to pull your head away.

>A thick strand connected your lips, as your open mouth expressed your powerful feelings of pleasure.

>Your body was stiff as a board, Rarity pumped her hand quickly, slicking your cock in your own sperm.

>This was heaven.

>And then it died down.

>Your breathing was labored, as you watched her hand move to her face.

>She sniffed your spunk deeply, and gave a particularly large gob of it a taste.

>"Mmm... Exquisite, this is much fresher than usual. But the consistency..."

>Heh.

"So you're a connoisseur of semen, are you?"

>She gave you a look. You liked that look.

>"Only YOUR semen, Father. Only yours."

>You were feeling pretty damn good.

>"Now... I'm sure an exemplary gentleman such as yourself wouldn't mind taking care of a lady?"

>You watched her hand move to her panties, and move the middle off to one side.

>How did a girl her age have a clit that size? It was almost twice as big as Luna's small nub.

>Maybe that's why it was so easy to pleasure Rarity.

>The sight of her wet lips made you hungry.

"Not at all, sweetheart."

 

>All the pussy you've eaten lately, you wondered if it was healthy.

>... Yeah, probably.

>But after your date, you appreciated the youthful body of your daughter.

>Something about it made you wild, and that was reflected in the vigor with which you ate her out.

>She was riding your face, and screaming your name at the top of her lungs.

>At first it made you nervous, but after you were assured nobody else was home, it only served to turn you on.

>It was live feedback of your actions.

>LOUD feedback.

>Rarity was quite a screamer when she let go, or maybe you were just THAT good... After all, you were very practiced.

>The best part, she was multi-orgasmic.

>This was already her third one.

>She trembled, and squirted again on your tongue.

>Maybe this stuff was healthy. It probably didn't have protein, but maybe sodium... a few carbs, perhaps?

>But it was good stuff, you'd acquired a taste for it.

>Thinking about how far you've come from the dilettante approach you used to take made you more aroused.

>It didn't take long for you to get over the stigma of making love to your daughter, only a couple weeks since that first time...

>But now that you were over that hump, you were feeling so much better about it.

>And you wouldn't have to choose between her and Luna...

>That was still odd to you.

>Another tremble overhead, and a rush of tasty juices told you Rarity had just cum again.

>Damn, would you ever tire her out? Your tongue was getting sore... But you were loving it.

>"AHHH!!! Hah... OH! Ah..."

>She lifted her mound off your face, allowing you to breathe properly.

>"Ahhh... That's perfect."

>Mission accomplished.

>She pivoted, and laid down on you.

>"You're so good at that."

"You just taste so good..."

>You stared into each others eyes.

>She could see you were sleepy, and you saw the same in her.

>It was time to drift off together. Sleeping naked was so much better when you had a naked lady laying on you.

>She pulled the duvet up, and turned off the lamp.

>There was no alarm, and you were reluctant to open your eyes.

>When you did, a familiar face was there to greet you.

>"Morning, Father. Sleep well?"

"Five more minutes."

>Your eyes fell shut again.

>"Father... It's Noon."

>That made your eyes blink open.

>Noon?

>You sat up slowly, and saw it was true. Damn, that was a rough night's sleep.

>"I know it's Saturday, but I got a call from Miss Harshwhinny. She asked for you, said it was important. I told her you were unavailable, but she mentioned a meeting..."

>God damn it, it was too early for this.

"Yeah, that's at seven tonight..."

>"Well, I'll make sure you're ready for that. Come, your breakfast is going to get cold."

>Breakfast? At 12:06? Well, it was technically the first meal of the day...

>No, your daughter's pussy didn't count.

>"By the way... I finished your pants... And I have a surprise for you..."

>Oh goodie.

>"The real reason it took so long is... I made you two pairs of pants. One for your suit... The other for lounging around the house."

>She held up a neatly folded pair of pantaloons.

>They were brushed cotton, and had a dark gray-blue coloration. A sort of perse color.

>"I'd love to see you wearing them at breakfast."

>After you told her 'Thank you', she kissed you and made her leave.

>She'd been up for a while...

>You got dressed in your new pants, and a tee. Shit, these were pretty awesome. The leg length was perfect.

>When you came to the table, you found a large plate of eggs, sausage, bacon, and biscuits.

>There was butter, jam, syrup, cream cheese, milk, and orange for you to serve yourself.

>The only thing missing was- Oh, there it was. Coffee.

>"Ah, you look fabulous!"

>Rarity was finishing her own plate of eggs. She only had once piece of bacon.

>You never really paid much attention to her diet. She seems rather conscious of what she puts into it.

>Couldn't complain, really. You quite liked her body.

>She sat down next to you, and poured herself a glass of OJ.

>"So what's on the agenda?"

>You pondered that over a piece of delicious bacon.

"Not sure... I guess I have a uh... Meeting... But beyond that? Just some small stuff around the house."

>"A slow relaxing day, then? Sounds wonderful. I was going to start on another project, a friend of mine has commissioned my services for a concerto the Canterlot Orchestra is performing next month."

>You thought about that briefly, trying to decide what you were going to do.

>Was it a good idea to invite Rarity to this meeting?

>She's a mature young lady... Certainly not shy about the subject matter...

>But you are in this group because another girl sucked you off.

>How would Rarity take that? Likely bad.

>REALLY bad, you guessed. After what you said to her this morning in bed, you didn't want her to find out about this...

>You had an idea.

"A concerto... Your friend is performing?"

>"Why yes. They have a uniform dress code, but are allowed quite a gradient of freedom to choose accessories, such as neck ties, cummerbunds, shoes, etcetera."

"I met a student who was in the orchestra, she played the double bass. Wore a-"

>"A purple bow tie? That's Octavia. She's paying me to alter her uniform, and update it slightly."

"So you don't need it finished right away?"

>"I suppose not, what did you have in mind?"

"Well... I find myself in an interesting situation... Remember what we did in my office a few days ago?"

>She giggled a little, and put her hand on yours.

>"Of course I do, it was quite naughty."

"Naughty... Yeah... Well, our actions have reached a certain pair of ears. And I sort of have my hands tied..."

>She gasped in horror, gripping your hand with both of hers now.

>"My GOODNESS! Father! What's going to happen?! I'm so sorry!"

>You gave her a reassuring gesture.

"It's fine, Rarity. I'm not in trouble. Well, not exactly. I've made a shocking discovery..."

>She looked at you, encouraging you to continue.

"Harshwhinny spoke to me, and revealed that there is a group of school officials who have... Relations... With students."

>She seemed baffled by that.

"It seems I have been inducted, not of my own volition, into this group, for what you and I did... And I guess what she was getting at was, if I'm not an active and productive member of this 'group', that I will be excluded from said group... And possibly exposed."

>She gasped a little in shock.

>"They can't do that!"

>It did seem a little hard to believe.

"Well, they want me to attend this 'meeting' of theirs tonight at seven. And they've encouraged me to bring you along."

>She was silent for several moments.

"Sweetheart, you absolutely do NOT have to come if you don't want to..."

>"Father, I'm coming with you tonight. You need me, and I'll be there one-hundred-percent."

>Well, at least you had that part taken care of. But you were nervous about how this was going to play out.

>You desperately wanted to keep what happened with that Pie girl a secret.

>You had no idea what to expect from this group.

 

>The day went by fast, it certainly didn't feel like it was almost five o'clock.

>Of course, waking up at mid day might have thrown your perception off slightly.

>You and Rarity spent a decent amount of the day in her room, you liked watching her work. And she made little things for you.

>You were rocking a pretty boss scarf at the moment.

>Totally masculine.

>100% Manly.

>Yeah.

>Why did women like to do shit like that to the men they love? Wrap you up in feminine fabrics...

>She obviously found it amusing, but you didn't suppose you'd find her hot in men's clothing...

>Then the mental image was spawned.

>Your daughter was wearing dark bluejeans that were a little big for her petite form, steel toe boots and a flannel jack shirt that was extra tight around her chest.

>Boner, why?

>Banishing the thought as best you can, you ask her what she'll wear to the meeting.

>"Oh, I have a little something... And you are going to wear the finished suit I made for you."

"Yeah? Well... I suppose it is my best suit."

>"It's getting late. I'll have to continue these alterations later... Shall we get ready? I need a shower, and you DEFINITELY need one, too. You smell like you ran a sex marathon."

>You feigned insult at that.

"Me? A sex marathon? Might I remind you of who ran it with me?"

>"Luna."

"I- ugh. You ran it, too."

>"Not the whole thing, Daddy."

>She was just teasing you, you could hear it in her voice.

>"But it makes logical sense to shower together, knock two birds out..."

>Now it was your turn to be witty.

"What makes you think standing in a closed space naked with each other will make a shower go quicker?"

>She thought on that.

>"Good point, I'll just take one by myself."

>FUCK.

>She began to strut off, shaking her ass at you suggestively.

>"See you after my shower, Daddy...~"

"Get back here, you!"

>You went after her when she cleared the door.

>Rarity had gotten quite far in a hurry.

>When you caught up to her,she was already in the hall bathroom, getting topless.

>You stopped, stunned as ever at the sight.

>She was stripping ever so slowly, teasing you.

>Your boner couldn't handle it, lingerie dancing was one thing, but watching her strip fully clothed was something else.

>"Would you mind? A lady needs to shower."

"Y-you sure you don't need company?"

>"Hmm... I could use the help of a handsome man, to reach my back..."

>Yes. Sweet.

"I can do that, but are you sure you don't want to use my shower? It's bigger..."

>She gave you a look.

>"Will you play more Supertramp while we shower?"

>Fuck yes.

'Let me tell you what I want to say. You're the only one who can make me feel this way...'

>You both stood under the hot water, watching it cascade over your bodies.

>The two of you were covered in suds, and rubbing together tightly.

>Her slick soft skin felt so good, and you felt her hard nipples on your lower chest.

>It felt good, her small frame pressed to you. It made you feel like a man.

>Maybe you should work out more, bulk up a little.

>You could crush her in your arms, but you held her like a delicate flower.

'My kind of lady, no better love could I embrace. No better heart, no other face...'

>You lifted her up a little, so she was eye level with you.

>She trembled, as you made sure your boner spread her lips.

'...Can quite compare with you. You came along and then you mend my broken dreams...'

>She kissed you deeply, and began to gyrate on your rod, rubbing her clit on it.

'...I was so down and then as foolish as it seems, you gave me your affection, yeah baby you came through...'

>Just a little more muscle, and she was lifted higher, then sliding down on top of you.

>Her voice rang out, and she wrapped her arms around your neck.

'...We'll make it you'll see, in spite of those who say it's wrong..'

>"Oh! Fuck me, Daddy! I'm coming!!"

'...This time we feel that we belong...'

>That was fast, but there were many more to come.

>You kicked into high gear, and pressed her back to the wall.

>Thrusting up into her, you had full control.

>The angle felt good on your dick, and front her reaction, you must have been rubbing her gspot pretty good.

'...

>"I love you! Make me yours!"

 

>The music was drowned out by the screams of your daughter, and she dug her nails into your back.

>Just then, something happened. You felt her clamp down on you, and her nails were quite painful, but you felt something in your mind.

>A feeling washed over you, a primal urge.

>She was rubbing you in just the right way, and through the soaps, you could smell her scent.

>She was a full grown woman, yet she was so small, pressed to the wall.

>Without a thought, you continued thrusting, and passed the point of no return.

>Your voice joined that of your daughter, and you emptied your load into her, thrusting deep.

>It took several minutes before either of you properly recovered.

>"Inside? You like to play it risky..."

>Fu-

>"I've think it's quite sexy, but I thought you wanted to avoid having children? Not that I mind."

"I'm sorry, I got a little carried away..."

>She smiled, and sat on the shower bench, legs apart.

>"Don't worry about it."

>You saw her muscles clench, and she grunted slightly, before parting her lips.

>After a moment, you saw a large white glob run out. splattering to the floor, and washing away.

>Damn,that was hot.

>"I don't think we have a huge chance of that happening. I can get on the pill, if that would make it easier for you?"

>That was a good idea.

"Sounds great, I don't really like putting on condoms."

>"I like to feel you, anyway. Shall we finish bathing?"

>That put a smile on your face, and you kissed Rarity deeply.

"I love you..."

'... It's feelin' good, just like it should, this time we know. We'll share eachother's happiness for now and evermore.'

 

>Finally dressed, it was almost 6:30.

>"Are we going to eat out tonight?"

>It was a little late.

"We'll have to get something after the meeting. I have to admit, I'm nervous."

>"Nervous? Father, don't be. I think this is a good opportunity for us. We've never gotten to tell anyone about us before..."

>A memory surfaces in your mind.

"Yeah... Should be an interesting experience."

>When were you going to tell her about Luna knowing?

>Soon, you guessed.

>"Well, then. Let's get on the road, shall we?"

>She had to stand on her toes to kiss your lips.

>When you got to the front door, It was 6:53.

>After reading the posted note, you made your way to the gymnasium.

>"Who do you suppose we'll see at this meeting?"

"Besides Harshwhinny? I'm not exactly sure. But she made it sound like the group was fairly sized."

>"Mister Anonymous! So glad you could make it!"

>Harshwhinny was standing in front of the gym doors, as if she was waiting for you.

>"I see you brought your plus one. A fine young lady."

>"Thank you, Miss Harshwhinny. My name is Rarity."

>"Lovely name. But Anon, weren't you going to bring-"

"Yes, I brought the student I'm in a relationship with. We're VERY close."

>"...I see. Well, you're a little early. But do come in. Redheart will be here soon."

>That was a close one, George.

>You moved through the doorway, and saw a few teachers and students gathered around a table set up with drinks.

>"Father, what was that all about?"

>Shit.

"Nothing, I'm supposed to be accompanied by the student I'm in a relationship with."

>When you got to the table, you saw several different types of punch, and stacks of cups.

>"You must be Anonymous. I'm coach Burn, of the Wondercolts baseball team."

>The coach seemed quite buff, spoke with a repressed accent that seemed southern in nature.

"Pleasure to meet you, are you a member of the group?"

>He chuckled at that.

>"As a matter of fact, I'm one of the founding members. Helen and I, that is."

"Helen?"

>"Oh, she prefers Harshwhinny. That gal likes her professionalism."

>You were about to continue, until Rarity made an outburst.

>"Big Macintosh?!"

>Sure enough, you looked and saw the strapping young man approach.

>When he stood by the coach, they held hands.

>Wat.

>Rarity sputtered, all the while Coach Burn was laughing.

>"You're with the coach?"

>She was really confused.

>"Eeyup."

>"But what about Applejack?!"

>Oh yeah, that's right.

>"Big Macintosh here isn't the most talkative player. But the short story is, he's batting for both teams. And his sister ain't aware, if you were wondering."

>Well, that made sense...

>"But what if she found out? This is so juicy!"

>The coach gave her a look.

>"He is a might juicy, I can say that much."

>Heh.

>Then, Mac spoke.

>"How are things between you and your daddy, Miss Rarity?"

>"Oh, quite splendid."

>She put her hands on your arm.

>The coach raised an eyebrow.

>"Oh? Keeping it in the family, are we? Mighty respectable. Mac and I share blood ties, though distant."

>It was good to see incest wasn't too uncommon here.

>Others were arriving, and upon spotting you, Redheart made a beeline to you.

>"Hey there, sexy. Have a good date with Little Lulu?"

>Uh.

>In a sing-song voice, she continued.

>"I love youlu just the same!"

"I remember that cartoon..."

>God, you were such an oldfag.

>"You must be the Nurse. I should have expected you to be here."

>You knew that tone. That was the "He's mine, Bitch." tone.

>"You must be Anon's daughter. I didn't think you'd be one to share your man."

>Oh shit, abort!

 

>You could see Rarity grit her teeth, she was gearing up to spit poison.

>You had to interrupt now before it got out of hand.

"Nurse, where's your company? Are you attending alone?"

>Redheart wasn't angry at all, just seemed to enjoy rustling the jimmies.

>"Oh, they should be here shortly."

>"They?"

>"Why yes, Rarity. Why can't a girl have everything she wants? I pick my company like candy, and they always accept."

>Rarity gave her a look.

>"That's why I respect your father, he's a man who takes any wind he desires."

>Shit, this wasn't any better.

"Well, I'd love to stay and chat, but there are many others we have to mingle with... Rarity, would you like something to drink?"

>The two of you moved away, and you served your daughter some punch.

>"Daddy, I want you to promise me you'll keep your distance from that baudestroyt."

>Damn it. But she was so cute...

"Of course, Sweetheart. You don't need to worry about me."

>"Oh, but I can't help it! She wants a piece of you, it's blatantly obvious! And I say one is enough. And it's just because you have feelings for Luna... I can't share my man three ways."

>You moved in to kiss her, and held her.

"Rarity, I love you. You won't have to share me with every woman that comes along, don't be silly."

>Tha2t seemed to calm her.

>"Mister Anonymous! There you are."

>That voice...

>"Trixie?"

"Mr. Schism, I had a feeling I'd see you here."

>"Yes, yes. Trixie and I are held in high regard during group activities. Due to the risque behavior in the day-to-day, I imagine."

>"Schism and I attend these meetings all the time. You should see our display after the main event."

>She winked.

"Display?"

>The professor eyed you thoughtfully.

>"Every man and woman has a fetish, Anon. You should know this. Mine is exhibitionism."

>That didn't really surprise you, now that you thought about it.

>"So you and Trixie will be... Exhibiting a-after this main e-event?"

>Rarity stuttered a bit. She never stuttered.

"What is this 'main event' anyway?"

 

>"You'll see. It seems like Harshwhinny would like to have a word with you."

>Shit.

>"Anon, I need to speak with you and Rarity."

>"What's this about?"

>"Come with me, and I'll explain."

>You followed Harshwhinny to her office, and stood with her in front of her desk.

"What is it? Something wrong?"

>"Wrong? Hardly. But I must speak with you about the following... Ceremonies."

>"Ceremonies? Like an initiation?"

>"Precisely. I didn't mention this earlier, for fear of chasing you away, but it's customary for new members to address the group as a whole-"

"Address the group? You mean make a speech?"

>"Yes, please don't interpose my train of thought with redundant questioning. In this address you should introduce yourself, and your escort. Then a demonstration is in order..."

>You didn't like the sound of that, especially not after Schism's exhibition comment.

>"Excuse me? Just what exactly did you have in mind for this demonstration?"

>"A show of affection. Usually sexual in nature, the more ribald the display, the better."

>Well there you go.

>"Ribald?! You expect me to walk out in front of an audience and flaunt my sex to them?"

>Harshwhinny fixed her with a look.

>"I expect you, Rarity, to do as your father instructs. And to you, Anonymous. I can't tell you what to do, but know this: Your speech and subsequent display will determine your standing with the group. You would do well to give us a show."

>All this made your head spin. What were you going to do?

>You'd left for your own office, and sat down on your couch.

>Rarity came in behind you, and sat at your side.

>You just sat there with your head in your palms.

"Rarity... What do you want to do?"

>"I want to tell this whole assembly to sit and spin."

>Heh.

>"But if there's one thing I know, it's social groups. I'll help you earn a name here, if that's what you wish... Just tell me what to do."

>Wait a minute.

"Rarity... I appreciate your willingness, but I would die before I make you do something you weren't comfortable with."

>She lifted your head, and smiled at you.

>"I love you so much, Father. Don't worry, we'll come up with something."

>After much discussion, the two of you thought you had something good planned.

>Just in time, it was getting time to make your address.

>You were back in the gym, and saw they had a stand set up.

>The attendance was much higher than you'd expected.

>Some of these faces were familiar, others not so.

>Then, Harshwhinny moved to the stage.

>"Attention! Your attention, please!"

>The room quieted down, and you could hear her clearly.

>You held your daughter's hand.

>"Thank you. And thank you for attending tonight's meeting. I would like you to take a moment to turn to your neighbour, and greet him or her."

>The room filled with murmurs, that lasted a minute before returning to quiet.

>"Now I know many if you have heard, but we have a new member to welcome. I met him just the other day, in fact, after Nurse Redheart caught him with a student."

>That made your heart race. You really hoped she wouldn't mention that.

>"Daddy?"

>Rarity asked in a hushed tone.

>"What does she mean about Redheart catching us? I don't remember that"

>Shit. Shit. Shit!

"I'm not sure, Sweetheart. Maybe she saw through the window?"

>You hated lying to your daughter. But you were too scared to tell her the truth.

>"And without further ado, I welcome Mister Anonymous and his lady to the stage!"

>The applause was reverberating in the large room, and you had a lump in your throat.

>You were scared stiff, but somehow managed to take a step towards the stage.

>And another, and another after that.

>Eventually you stood beside Harshwhinny, and she stepped off to the side.

>The applause died after a minute, and you had the floor.

"Uh... Hello."

>They laughed a bit, and parroted a hello back.

>You heard a male voice shout 'relax!', and tried your best.

"I'm Anonymous, but you can call me Anon. It's shorter."

>Rarity took your arm in hers, and pressed against you a little.

>Her assuring gaze worked a miracle for you.

"This is the student I've been having relations with. Her name is Rarity-"

>The crowd interrupted with more applause and cheers.

>You waited for the noise to die down again.

"...And she's my beloved daughter."

>That sent half the room into shocked silence, you heard the gasps.

>Then you heard a loud slow clap.

>Scanning the audience, saw it was Big Macintosh.

>Others around him began clapping, and the small sound became a roaring thunder of hoops, hollers, whistles, and applause.

>You could only stand stunned, while Rarity took a bow.

>You felt good, the thunder of applause rumblings your chest.

>Rarity grabbed you tight, with one foot in the air, standing on the toe of the other, she planted a passionate kiss on your lips.

>That only drove the audience all the more wild.

>She was loving this. She was used to the stage, but you could tell she missed it. She loves shining in the spotlight.

>It was a long while before the crowd settled, so you could continue.

"...We've been together for, well... Since she was born. But we only started fucking about a month ago. She saved herself for her dear old dad."

>The 'Awww's were loud.

"She's the best housewife, ever since her mother passed... I wouldn't be here today if it weren't for my girls, but especially Rarity. She goes above and beyond the call of duty every time, and I love everything about her."

>More applause. You were getting a little emotional...

"A strong young lady, full of inspiration and love."

>They began to chant, and when it unified, you understood the word.

>"KISS! KISS! KISS!"

>That made you smile. You took your daughter in your arms, dipped her low in a showy fashion, and planted one on her lips.

>She kicked a heeled leg in the air, and caressed your cheek with four fingers.

>It was exhilarating, putting on a show like this.

>You loved it.

 

>This was it. Time to enact your plan...

>It was corny as hell, but at least it should satisfy the crowd.

"But of all the things my daughter is... I have to say, she's a very naughty girl."

>Confused noises rose to your ear. Good.

>"It's true. I'm not even wearing panties under this skirt!"

>She lifted the side up, revealing her bare hip and ass cheek, much to the pleasure of the audience.

>Whistling intensifies.

"You're such a bad girl!"

>You couldn't help smiling, this was fun.

>Harshwhinny came and left a chair, as she was instructed beforehand.

>"Oh, Daddy! I thought you'd be happy!"

>She pressed her body to yours, and lifted her leg high to your waist.

>The position raised her skirt, and exposed her for the crowd.

>You could tell by their reactions they enjoyed the view. They haven't seen anything yet.

>Th made your move to the chair, after grabbing Rarity and picking her up by the ass.

>Your boner was well concealed in her skirt.

>Sitting, you maneuvered your daughter to bend her over your lap, making sure her ass is facing your audience.

>"Ah! Daddy, what are you going to do?"

>She snuck a peek at you, and in your brief eye contact, you shared a wink.

"Naughty girls get spanked, Rarity."

>And the crowd goes wild!

>This was too easy... They were loving the daughter play, it was so much better to do with your actual daughter...

>The gathered members began to chant, demanding of you to spank your daughter.

>You smirked, Abd lifted her skirt completely, exposing her nude ass.

>The rush was out of this world. You felt something deep inside... Maybe this is what Schism feels when he puts Trixie on display.

>Your hand drew back, poised to strike.

>The applause and cheerful crowd was too loud for you to hear the quiet doors.

>Then, you brought your hand down, connecting it to your daughter's ass cheek with a clap.

>In exaggeration, she arched her back and cried out.

>"Oh! DADDY!!"

>Again, your hand drew back to gather momentum.

>All that kinetic energy transferred to her ass on the exact sane spot, leaving a red hand print.

>Again, she cried out, but you got the distinct sense that these were less exaggerated.

>Taking note as you raised your hand, you decided to spank another spot, with less force.

>That's three. Only a couple more at most... But first you'd let her rest a few seconds.

>In that time, you looked up at the wild crowd, and examined them in detail.

>You saw some officials were groping their students, while others fisted the air, screaming.

>Then you noticed some stragglers, Schism had his number one student bent over the drink table, giving it to her Jr hard.

>Big Mac was in the back, watching with his big green eyes, while Burn rubbed his chest.

>Then you saw her.

>Vice Principal Luna.

>In that moment, time stood still.

>Your hand hung in the air, and your jaw hung slack.

>Her eyes met yours, and you saw the hurt etched on her features.

>Her guarded, wounded stance, arms crossed at her stomach.

>Then in one moment, she spun on her heel and stormed off.

>"Daddy?"

>"SPANK HER!"

>The thirsty crowd chanted, you heard a loud male voice.

>"Look at how wet she is!"

>And another girl shouted.

>"She's a dirty slut! Spank her raw!"

>This was an alien pain in your chest.

>You were frozen.

>"Daddy, please! What's the matter?"

>"Mister Anonymous! Are you going to continue?"

>Harshwhinny was on stage.

>You couldn't take it. You had to get out of here.

>Picking your daughter up, You slung her over your shoulder and made a beeline for the nearest exit.

>"Mister Anonymous!! Get back here!"

>You'd made it down the hall a ways, and were near your office.

>"Daddy... What's wrong?"

>Slowing down, you placed Rarity on her feet, and huffed a little to catch your breath.

"Sorry, sweetheart. I'm so sorry."

>Tears welled in your eyes, and threatened to spill.

>"Daddy... Please don't cry..."

>She hugged you tightly, and your tears nearly fell.

>Your face was red.

"I'm sorry, Ra-Rarity."

>It was hard to speak with a quivering lip.

>"I'm fine, Daddy. It's okay... I'm okay. I'm not upset with you, it isn't your fault."

>She pulled back to look you in the eye.

>"I understand if you don't want to join a group so rakehelly. Most of the members were just plain perverts. But I'm okay, honest."

>You were finally able to think with a clear head. That wasn't a group you wanted to have anything to do with.

>But what choice did you have? You couldn't go through unemployment so soon...

>Especially not with a black mark on your record. No sir.

>You held your daughter tightly, as a chilling fear crept up your spine.

>From the annals of your memory, a ghostly voice rang out.

>'And I'm taking Sweetie too, so you can't hurt her!'

>'You're under arrest for child abuse! You have the right to remain silent!'

>'LET ME GO! DADDY! HELP!'

>That scream sounded so real, much like the one escaping your lips, as you cried out in anguish into your daughter's breast.

>"Da-DDYYYY!"

>Rarity yelped as you jolted to your feet with her in your arms.

>You were so close to your office.

>It was less then a minute run, before your door slammed shut behind you.

>Your daughter put her feet on the ground, and held you.

>"Hey... Everything is going to be alright. It's going to be okay..."

"No, Rarity... They're going to reveal what I've done... I'll be labeled a child molester, they'll take you and Sweetie from me!!"

>You were losing it, shaking in fear. There was nothing in the world more horrifying to you then that prospect.

>The RFID in your pocket had activated your stereo, the volume was low.

>"Don't say such things! They wouldn't do that to us, you're just letting your imagination run wild!"

>You could only hold her tighter.

"I love you. I couldn't bare to lose you."

>"Shhh... You won't."

>Her voice was soft, Her kiss softer.

>"I love you, Daddy."

>You stood there, holding her, and rocking from side to side to the rhythm of the gentle music.

>The song faded, and you didn't stop swaying.

>When the volume returned, you didn't stop swaying.

>This song was familiar, you hadn't heard it in years.

>The last time you heard it, you were a married man.

>It was so relaxing, to feel the gentle shifts in your stance.

>The warmth of your loving daughter.

>Her breath, and heartbeat were felt through your clothes.

>And all of this was complimented by the persistent beat that was thumped into the air by your speakers.

>Jalacy Hawkins' voice seemed so loud.

'I put a spell on you... Because you're miiiiine...'

>That was it. You had to do it. Her hand was so soft, as you took it and led her to the left, in rhythm.

>A smile grew on her face so bright.

'Stop the things you dooo...Haha! Watch out! I ain't lyyyyin...'

>She moved with you, and your feet somehow avoided contact.

>Your arm found it's way to her waist, and you moved together to the right.

'YEAHHHH I can't staaand! WHEW! No runnin around! I can't staaand... No putting me down...'

>Jesus, those primal screams of lust. They were perfect to move it to.

>Your daughter and you moved across the floor with precise coordination.

'I put a spell on you... Becauuuuse you're miiiine! OoOh YEAH! Muah!...'

>You loved this part, the loud trumpeting spurred you on to twirl Rarity, and pass her off to the other side of the room.

>You faced her, as the two of you closed the distance to touch.

'Stop the things you do... Muhaha! Watch out! I ain't lyyyin.'

>You contacted, and spun together, stepping around each others feet.

>This felt amazing, you both had goosebumps.

'OH! OH! I LOVE YOU!... I LOVE YOU!... I LOVE YOU! ANYHOOOW! I don't care! If you don't WANT me, I'm YOURS! Right noooow...'

>Your motions quickened, as the music became more guttural and passionate, so did your dance.

>This was the climax, you raised her arm, gave her a spin, and dipped her lower than you thought possible, before kissing her.

'I put a spell on you... Becauuuse you're MIIIINE, MINE! MINE! WOO! Oh, you're mine!"

>The music ended abruptly after that, and the echoing silence contrasting those screams left you with chills.

>Then, a gentle clapping shattered the quiet.

>You lifted your head, and saw Luna was behind your desk.

>How did she...

>"Vice Principal Luna! Erm... What are you doing here?"

>Rarity had gotten up, and was fixing her hair and dress.

"About what you saw earlier..."

>She interrupted.

>"I don't want to hear about what you were doing just yet, Anonymous."

>Oh.

>That look She was giving you... Unreadable.

>"I can see you love your daughters very much. I overheard everything... I'm just glad you weren't taking advantage of her as I feared."

>"Anon would do nothing of the sort! He loves me!"

>"Yes, I know that. Rarity... You are such a strong woman... Wise beyond your years, but still so youthful in body."