Bellerophon the Satyr


                                            >Oh god, why had you drank so heavily that night

                                            >Turns out that the place that passed for Louisiana in Equestria made some hardcore kind of moonshine

                                            >And you had never been one to resist the lure of alcohol

                                            >What had followed you could not recall, but six months later the result of your drunken stupor had appeared

                                            >In the unfortunate form of a chimera tearing down your front door

                                            >You had been just lounging about, waiting for Lyra to show up

                                            >The minty pony had been doing research, for science she claimed

                                            >No matter what it was for, she was at least friendly to you, not like most of Ponyville

                                            >And now, with your wall wrecked, you could add some enemies outside Ponyville too

                                            >A chimera had stepped out into the dust cloud, clutching some kind of bundle in one of its mouths

                                            >Its snake head had slunk around its massive frame and had stared you in your eyes

                                            >Its hissing voice had been clearly female, which almost answered what questions had about what it was carrying

                                            >"I believe thisss, is yoursss. We can't care for it and for ourssselvessss."

                                            >You were still too scared shitless to even respond, instead just watching as the beast dropped the package and left without another word

                                            >When you had finally got the balls to crawl over, you'd heard a loud squalling

                                            >And that answered the rest of your questions

                                            >Fucking alcohol

                                            >So here you were, sixteen years later, sexless, poor, and...

                                            >"Hey dad, we're outta 'nip again!"

                                            >Not fucking alone

                                            >You'd been stuck with Belle, your little shit offspring, ever since that god damn chimera had left her in the wreckage of your living room

                                            >Ungrateful little motherfu--

                                            >"Dad, didya hear me! We're outta catnip, and all the root is gone too!"

                                            >After all this time, you finally snap at her

                                            "I heard you, kid! Fuck, I heard you when you started on that shit years ago! I heard you last week when you brought that colt home and used up the last of your stash, and drank half my cabinet! I can't stop hearing you, you little brat!"

                                            >You hear her claws click and look up from your beer, at her, with an angry glare

                                            >You see the look on her face, horrified with her eyes full of tears

                                            >But you're too far gone to stop now

                                            "Ever since you got it in your head that drugs are cool, you've been nothing but trouble. Hell, even before that you didn't do anything besides eat the food and take up a bed. Fuck sake, your mother didn't even stick around for you, just left it to dear old dad. And by god, I've tried to raise you right. But it sure seems like something got fucked up, doesn't it?"

                                            >She drops the empty container in her hands and it lands with a dull thunk

                                            >A piercing pain in your hand distracts you, and you look down to find that you've crushed your half empty can of beer

                                            >When you look back at your daughter, tears are streaming down her face and her shoulders are shuddering

                                            >"I-I'm gonna go to my room for a bit..."

                                            >That's all she squeaks out before she runs off to her room

                                            >Dammit, now you feel like the asshole

                                            >And maybe that feeling was a little justified

                                            >Yeah, you had dealt with her shit since she was just a kid

                                            >But that was part of the deal when it came to raising them, right?

                                            >You knew what you had to do, at least

                                            >After you clean up the spillage from the spilled beer and dropped dish, you walk down the short hallway to your shared room

                                            >You had seperate beds of course, ever since Belle started going into heat...

                                            >That was a memorable way to wake up and unfortunately, though you'd feverently deny it to anyone who asked, not entirely unpleasent

                                            >You shake the thoughts off and knock on the door to the room

                                            >You hear a sharp hiss, that could only be the snake that was in place of her tail

                                            >It wasn't able to speak, so you had never felt a need to differ it from Belle herself

                                            >A quiet, almost mewling, voice punctuates the his in between choked sobs

                                            >"W-what do you want?"

                                            >You open the door and the hinges give way with barely a squeak

                                            >Without speaking, you walk over and sit beside the crying lass and put an arm about her shoulders

                                            "I just wanted to say, I'm sorry kiddo."

                                            >She looks up at you with a confused gaze, and the ever present hissing from her tail ceases

                                            >You take the opportunity to continue

                                            "I treat you pretty rough sometimes, and most of it's because I'm pissed at your mom for dumping you on me and just leaving. But that's probably been hard for you too, so I shouldn't use it as an excuse. I'm trying to be a good dad and raise you right, it just feels like it doesn't click with you sometimes."

                                            >She leans in closer to you, laying her head on your chest and drying her tears on your shirt

                                            >"Y'know, I only bring those colts home because they all say they like me for who I am, not what I am. And I guess I've just been using the nip and stuff so I don't remember whether it's true or not but..."

                                            >Her shoulders start shaking again and she grasps your shirt with a deathly grip

                                            >"All the kids at school always make fun of me! I'm just the freak in the yard, that thing that shouldn't be real. And all the colts just wanna bang me so that they can say 'I've fucked the freak!'. I just want one that actually likes me..."

                                            >As she sobs into your shirt, a spontaneous thought fills your mind, a surefire way to cheer her up

                                            >You scoop up your comparitively small daughter in your arms and carry her with you into the kitchen

                                            >You shift her so that she's slung in one arm and rummage about the cupboards with the other

                                            >Now where had you put that shit you'd found last month...

                                            >Ah!

                                            >Your fingers make contact with a small, sackcloth textured back and you pull it out of its hiding hole

                                            >You wave it in front of Belle's face, and she immediately perks up at the scent

                                            >Her sniffles lessen and die away along with her tears

                                            >"I-is that..."

                                            >You smile and keep the packet just inches from her face

                                            "It's a little bit of nip I took from you last week. I was going to give it back, but I forgot about it."

                                            >She snatches it from your hand with her paws and presses it to her nose, breathing deep

                                            >Then her eyes turn to you, pupils dilated under the effects of the drug

                                            >"You're the best dad, I could kiss you!"

                                            >She blushes at that statement, but then her face becomes more serious

                                            >"Actually..."

                                            >With that, she grabs behind your head and pulls herself and you into a passionate, lengthy kiss

                                            >And despite your brain screaming about happenings and throwing around damage control statements, you find yourself kissing back within a second

                                            >And what's more, you take a more aggressive, dominant role, grabbing one of her horns and pulling her closer

                                            >Finally you pull her away from you, with a rough jerk of her horn

                                            >A small string of saliva connects your open, panting mouths and you can feel the effects of the catnip as well

                                            >How the fuck did that work?

                                            >Wait, why were you asking that? You just kissed your half-human, half-chimera daughter

                                            >This is Equestria motherfucker!

                                            >"D-dad, can we go somewhere a bit more comfortable?"

                                            >You smile and place her down on her own two hooves, before pulling her along to the bedroom by her horn

                                            >She certainly didn't seem to mind your actions, scrambling to keep up with you with a huge smile on her face

                                            >Her snake tail was hissing nonstop now, you'd have to take care of that

                                            >For that matter, given the proximity of your neighbors, you'd probably have to gag Belle too

                                            >You reach the room and, with care not to hurt her, toss your daughter onto the bed

                                            >You go into your closet and get your rope

                                            >You had it laying about still from the time you'd helped AJ stowing hay in her barn

                                            >You cut of a lenth of it for the snake, then take another look at your daughter who was laying on her back, staring at the ceiling

                                            "I'm gonna need more rope..."

                                            >She perks up  as you speak

                                            >"Whassat dad?"

                                            >You 'hide' the rope behind your back and walk over to her with what you suppose is an evil grin

                                            "Turn around, honey."

                                            >She does, presenting her snake tail and, more importantly, her more than ample ass

                                            >You bite your lower lip, praying to Slaanesh to bless you with the Damned Glasses of Uunf

                                            >Your prayers go unheeded, so you'll have to make do with the rope

                                            >You use the smaller bit to tie the mouth of the serpent tail shut, shushing up the annoying hissing that had become wearying

                                            >With a quick motion, you flip your stoned daughter on her back and grab her legs under one arm

                                            >She puts up a resistence that could best be described as feeble before you tie her legs in such a way that's convenient for your purpose

                                            >With that done, you grab both her arms and secure another length of rope around them

                                            >And finally, for the finishing touch, you tie the two restraints together, forcing her limbs to fold uncomfortably

                                            >With every sharp tug on the rope, or rough shove to move her about, Belle lets out a little moan

                                            >Clearly she's really into being the sub, and you doubt any of those colts knew a shear from a reef

                                            >With your conquest thus secured, you grab one of her horns and pull her up so that she looks you in the eye

                                            "You know, you've been teasing me ever since that first heat. You're going to have to make up for all those years of torture."

                                            >She actually pulls of a good scared look

                                            >"B-but I don't think I can go that long! And these ropes are hurting already!"

                                            >You give her a light, but loud, slap across the cheek

                                            "Don't you sass me, young lady. I'm your father, and I deserve the respect. And if you won't give it to me, well I'll just have to teach you how to respect me!"

                                            >With that, you roll her again so she's face down

                                            >The way you had secured her bonds meant that, while her head was buried in a pillow, her rump was in the air, practically begging for attention

                                            >You start with a little tease, running your finger up and down her inner thigh, and around the lips of her puffy vagina

                                            >You can hear her moans intensify at the play, and you know she wants the D

                                            >Too bad, she'd have to wait for it

                                            >You tear the shirt she had been wearing clean off her body, prompting and annoyed groan from her

                                            >"I paid money for that, dad..."

                                            >You smack her bottom and she yelps

                                            "Yeah, you paid my fucking money for it."

                                            >With that, you reach around and stuff the remainders of the ruined shirt in her mouth

                                            >She tries to mumble something around the makeshift gag, and then tries to spit it out

                                            >You smack her face when she tries to spit out and grab hold of one of her horns

                                            >She moans into the gag and slackens under the forceful grip

                                            >You were ready to go

                                            >Hell, your dick had been ready for this since her first heat

                                            >You unzip your trousers and nearly tear them from your body

                                            >All the while, your daughter lays there, naked and waiting

                                            >Your cock springs from the pants that had held it, slapping against Belle's bare flank

                                            >Then, with power that would impress even a Khornate Berserker, you slam your shaft into her waiting pussy

                                            >You hear her whimper into the gag you had made for her

                                            >That was all the encouragement you needed

                                            >You grab her hips and pound furiously at her moistened hole

                                            >Despite all the colts she had brought home with her, it was still just as tight as any mares

                                            >She must have either had incredible muscle control, or those colts didn't even last as long as regular stallions

                                            >No matter the why, it was driving you wild

                                            >As you slam away at her dripping cunt, one of your hands reaches forward and starts fondling one of her budding breasts

                                            >The other takes hold of a horn, just so that you can have a handhold

                                            >And going by the way she was responding to your rough touch, she was nearing her peak

                                            >You could feel your own fast approaching as well, but you had something special in mind

                                            >Without warning, you pull your cock free with a pop and let go of your daughters body

                                            >You hear the cry of a climax denied muffled by the gag, but quickly remedy that mournful sob with a hard smack on the rump

                                            >She yelps again and falls silent, waiting for whatever you have planned

                                            >You reach up to the snake tail and undo its muzzle

                                            >A loud hiss fills the room as soon as you do, but you're quick to fix that

                                            >You pry the serpents jaws apart and force it down on your waiting erection

                                            >You feel it convulse, and its muscles contract around your cock

                                            >You almost lose control, but then take it back and start forcing the appendage to blow you

                                            >With your free hand, you press two fingers into Belle's still dripping pussy, much to her vocal delight

                                            >With your thumb, you massage her clit, driving the young satyr mad with lust

                                            >She begins to shudder and cries out as her burning walls clamp around your two fingers

                                            >A musky fluid gushes over your hand, and several more spurt jet out after

                                            >All the while, you continue to force the snake to deepthroat you

                                            >But the scent of your daughters musk and her muffled scream of ecstasy push you to your own peak

                                            >You grit your teeth and force the viper tail down and fire into its throat a load that had been building for sixteen long years

                                            >The serpents eyes bug out, but you see a small deformity travel along its 'body' as it swallows jet after jet of your seed

                                            >Clearly this has some effect on Belle, as she moans in time with the twitches of your dick and her pussy convulses as well

                                            >Finally spent, you pull the tail off your cock and remove your fingers from her pussy

                                            >After that, you untie the knots and take the rope off of your defiled child

                                            >You roll her over and see her eyes, pupils dilated from both the catnip you had both taken and the ecstasy of orgasm

                                            >Given how fast those colts left, it was probably her first

                                            >You take the gag of ruined shirt from her mouth and throw it into the small pile of discarded clothes

                                            >Belle places her paws on your shoulders and weakly pulls herself up to kiss you

                                            >You return the kiss with equal passion and scoop her into your arms

                                            >You break the kiss and look outside

                                            >Holy shit, it's getting pretty late

                                            >The sun had probably been lowered an hour ago

                                            >No matter, Belle was about to fall asleep in your arms anyway

                                            >You walk over to the bed you had for her, in the same room, and lay her down

                                            >She snuggles under the covers, and you turn to go back to your own

                                            >But then you feel the tug of her soft pad on your leg and turn around

                                            >She looks up at you, face flushed and eyes sparkling

                                            >"Hey dad, can you sleep here tonight? I don't think I can if you're not holding me."

                                            >Well, an open invitation was better than sneaking in later

                                            >You smile and crawl under the covers behind her, after pushing her over to make room

                                            "Fine, but you still owe me for at least another few years, you little brat."

                                            >She giggles and rolls over, planting a kiss on your cheek

                                            >"Fine, old man. As long as you keep the catnip coming."

                                            >Oh, if the result was like this you'd definitely keep it coming

                                            >And not just the catnip