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Anon and his fillys heart-stamped rump (Sweetheart)

By xcpony
Created: 2022-11-02 09:13:17
Updated: 2023-07-14 16:57:05
Expiry: Never
anonocsafenurse redheart

  1. 1.
    "What the hell, Red?"
  2. 2.
    >"It's perfectly natural, Anon."
  3. 3.
    "That's not my issue. It's just..."
  4. 4.
    >You watch Redheart's hooves move across your daughter's rump, adjusting her wide-spreading grip.
  5. 5.
    "Feels like you're doing my job."
  6. 6.
    >"D-dad!"
  7. 7.
    >Redheart leans out of the way.
  8. 8.
    >"So, what do you really think?"
  9. 9.
    "It's cute."
  10. 10.
    >You pause.
  11. 11.
    "But you're sure it's not a genital defect or—"
  12. 12.
    >"/Yes/, Anon. It's healthy, and she owes it to you."
  13. 13.
    >"Ugh, gross..."
  14. 14.
    >You raise a brow.
  15. 15.
    "Really?"
  16. 16.
    >"No. It runs in the family."
  17. 17.
    >You give your mare's rump a good look. She's not standing, but you still pull a good deal of satisfaction from it.
  18. 18.
    "Coulda fooled me."
  19. 19.
    >She turns her head to give you one eye.
  20. 20.
    >"Not everypony gets it. At least, not unless it's already shown up in a previous generation. Then again, I've never taken too close a look for myself..."
  21. 21.
    "Don't worry, I'd tell you if I saw."
  22. 22.
    >You both resume staring at your daughter's perfectly heart-stamped rump.
  23. 23.
    >She squirms.
  24. 24.
    >"M-mom, are we done yet?"
  25. 25.
    "Right below the tail, too..."
  26. 26.
    >Your mutter catches Redheart's ears.
  27. 27.
    >"Yes, I think your father's seen enough. We don't want him getting any ideas."
  28. 28.
    "/Ideas/?"
  29. 29.
    >She releases her hooves, and your filly's pert rump jostles back into place.
  30. 30.
    >"I recognize that look, Anon."
  31. 31.
    "You love me for it."
  32. 32.
    >Your daughter huffs, slides her forelegs off the beds, and pouts at you.
  33. 33.
    >"Dad, I'm not going to let you fuck me."
  34. 34.
    >"Language!"
  35. 35.
    >You throw a hand out her way, and stare at Redheart in disbelief.
  36. 36.
    "You're telling me she /just/ hit puberty, and /just/ so happens to know swears?"
  37. 37.
    >"Don't you throw this on me, monkey dick."
  38. 38.
    >She gasps, then holds a hoof over her mouth.
  39. 39.
    >You give your teenage filly a look.
  40. 40.
    "And just so you know, you saying no wouldn't be a problem. It wasn't one for your mother, at least."
  41. 41.
     
  42. 42.
    >You are Sweetheart.
  43. 43.
    >And you are having a not so sweet day.
  44. 44.
    >You'd already earned your cutie mark years before, but with your new heart, you might as well have earned a second one.
  45. 45.
    >You thought that being popular would be a dream come true.
  46. 46.
    >Reality, it seems, is not so bold-faced as you imagined it to be. In fact, as your dad would say, it's a "pain in the ass".
  47. 47.
    >For one thing, your older fillyfriends are absolutely driving you up the wall: they just won't stop. It's a ceaseless storm of rapport-building and care.
  48. 48.
    >"You're gonna get sooo many colts with that heart, filly!"
  49. 49.
    >Sweet Celestia, the /colts/.
  50. 50.
    "Don't even get me started!"
  51. 51.
    >You were a big mare now, and big mares got what they wanted.
  52. 52.
    >But right now, you weren't so sure this mark was the way.
  53. 53.
    >"C'mon, flaunt it! I saw you talking to /him/."
  54. 54.
    >You blink, then gag.
  55. 55.
    "Ace Thruster?"
  56. 56.
    >Your fillyfriends swoon instantly.
  57. 57.
    >But one remains standing, and her muzzle twists with confusion and horror.
  58. 58.
    >"You've got to be joking, Sweetheart! He's a total /stud/."
  59. 59.
    "And he's totally NOT my type."
  60. 60.
    >"Just because you've got two hearts doesn't mean you have to lock them both up."
  61. 61.
    "I'm not. I can tell what they really want."
  62. 62.
    >"And what do they want?"
  63. 63.
    >Having recovered, your fillyfriends all lean close.
  64. 64.
    >One of them giggles, and whispers conspiratorially.
  65. 65.
    >"I bet her dad showed her what colts really want."
  66. 66.
    >Before you can even respond, your other fillyfriends are on the scene, berating the ever-loving harmony from the out-of-line filly.
  67. 67.
    >Your muzzle scrunches as you process the statement in a more nuanced light.
  68. 68.
    >Thankfully (or regrettably), your mind is able to decipher just what exactly she means.
  69. 69.
    >It's a lot less obtuse when you remember just how different your family acts from a 'normal' family.
  70. 70.
    >You stomp a hoof, flustered; you already made this clear to your family, why did you have to do it again?
  71. 71.
    "My dad doesn't see me that way!"
  72. 72.
    >And there was no way you would ever fu—
  73. 73.
    >"See you in what way?"
  74. 74.
    >You feel a familiar touch: two hands on your withers.
  75. 75.
    >You relax. Only to immediately bolt upright when you realize he heard what you said.
  76. 76.
    >"H-hi, Mister Anon!"
  77. 77.
    >"...Hello, girls."
  78. 78.
    >You tilt your head up, straining your neck.
  79. 79.
    >Your father looks down from above.
  80. 80.
    "Hi, dad..."
  81. 81.
    >He grins, leans a little further over you, and starts to rub your withers. You coo, melting into his touch.
  82. 82.
    >As you lower your half-lidded gaze to your friends, you can just barely make out the cloud of blush sprayed across them.
  83. 83.
    >"Thanks for keeping an eye on my Sweetheart, girls."
  84. 84.
    >You barely stifle a moan. This must be what mom feels like all the time...
  85. 85.
    >"N-no problem. She's... pretty cool!"
  86. 86.
    >"And pretty hot, right?"
  87. 87.
    >Your eyes widen, and so do your friends'.
  88. 88.
    "Daaad!"
  89. 89.
    >He pats you firmly, putting an end to his tender assault.
  90. 90.
    >"...Yeah, she's hot."
  91. 91.
    >You can't believe what you're hearing. From your own fillyfriend, too!
  92. 92.
    >You shake your head.
  93. 93.
    "Are you here to take me home?"
  94. 94.
    >"Well, I /was/ here to make sure you hadn't given your plot a thorough field-test and examination, given all the attention your body's been giving it. Your mom told me that it wasn't too far from impossible."
  95. 95.
    >Your blush fires up like an inferno.
  96. 96.
    "S-she really said that?"
  97. 97.
    >"Ha. Hell no."
  98. 98.
    >Oh, thank Celestia.
  99. 99.
    >"I did."
  100. 100.
    "DAD!"
  101. 101.
    >He just runs his hand along your back, resting it near the base of your tail.
  102. 102.
    >"But yes, it's time to head home. We're going out tonight to celebrate that new mark of yours."
  103. 103.
    >You look at your friends.
  104. 104.
    "But..."
  105. 105.
    >He squeezes. You shudder.
  106. 106.
    >"Mom's orders."
  107. 107.
    >You sigh. Can't fight those. Doubly so when your dad's got a firm grip on your rump.
  108. 108.
    "Sorry, girls."
  109. 109.
    >"It's okay, Sweetheart. We'll see you at school tomorrow, right?"
  110. 110.
    "Yeah."
  111. 111.
    >You ignore the jealous looks your friends shoot you as they make their hasty exits and goodbyes.
  112. 112.
    >It's just you and dad, now.
  113. 113.
    >He rubs his hand along your coat, and your ears tweak back.
  114. 114.
    "Dad... stop feeling me up."
  115. 115.
    >"Sweetheart, don't tempt me."
  116. 116.
    >Gosh, your dad is /totally/ into you.
  117. 117.
    "I kinda feel like you're past that point."
  118. 118.
    >As you start for the way home, you fall into step beside him.
  119. 119.
    >"God, what I'd give to show you what I was like before I met your mother."
  120. 120.
    "Gross."
  121. 121.
    >"What? I didn't say anything."
  122. 122.
    "Then let go of my dock."
  123. 123.
    >"Fiiine. I was just trying to show you some appreciation."
  124. 124.
    "I got enough of that from the colts /and/ fillies at school."
  125. 125.
    >"Wow. Of all the ponies in the world, I didn't expect my daughter to be a TOTAL prude."
  126. 126.
    >Even with the exaggeration in his tone, you just can't let him get away with that bait.
  127. 127.
    "I am not!"
  128. 128.
    >"Then how come I don't see any grandfoals?"
  129. 129.
    >You bump him with your side, and he tousles your mane.
  130. 130.
    >It doesn't take him long to return his hand to your rump. This time, he feels along the edge of your heart mark.
  131. 131.
    >"Just between you and me, Sweetheart..."
  132. 132.
    >You feel the telltale twitch, but he resists the urge to squeeze. He moves his hand away without further molestation.
  133. 133.
    >"Mares with markings are the hottest."
  134. 134.
    >And with that final remark—from your father, no less—you find purpose in your rear-mounted fortune.
  135. 135.
    "Maybe someday, you can show me what you really mean."
  136. 136.
    >Your father stops. He gives you a look. You blink your eyelashes back with all the non-innocence you can muster.
  137. 137.
    >His face floods with a tide of emotion, the knowledge of his actions crashing down in a glorious backfiring blaze.
  138. 138.
    >He sighs.
  139. 139.
    >"Fuck. Red's going to kill me."

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