>you are Gumdrop
>you've been crushing on your father for years now
>he's been made aware of this plenty of times, but refuses to play with you
>you felt a little unloved watching him turn his back to you several times over the years
>yes, he'd put you through silly psychology sessions
>the doctor said there was nothing wrong with you, as you already knew
>dad had been furious with you for days after for putting such a false face forward for her
>you merely skipped along, continuing life as if nothing had changed
>one day, a side would have to give in
>the last couple days, you noticed dad looking more tired than usual as he looked at the window to observe you playing with your friends
>upon the third day, he finally came out and called you in to talk
>you were filled with trepidation as you carefully stepped into your home
>head in his hands, dad sat at the table muttering to himself
"You wanted to see me, Dad?"
>his head snaps up, locking eyes with you
>his nose scrunches as he pats the chair beside him
>"Take a seat, Gumdrop."
>you were hoping this wasn't the 'at a certain age, children have to spread their wings' talk
>biting your lip, you sit, crossing your legs and holding your hands in your lap
>"Do you have any idea why I've brought you here to talk, Gumdrop?"
>your eyes dart in worry as you sink your head lower, fearing the worst
>your dad smacks the table, his face contorted in a mix of anger, disgust, and worry
>"You can at least look at me when I'm talking to you."
>you swallow hard
>you've never felt this intimidated in your entire life
"Y-yes, dad."
>huffing angrily, he leans back in his seat, drumming his fingers on the table impatiently
>"Your mother is going to be out all of tomorrow. She's taking a trip to Manehattan to visit her parents."
>you keep looking as you listen, wary of upsetting dad once more
>"I know you've been itching to have... relations with me..."
>wait
>is it happening?
>"If you can do exactly what I tell you, I will have sex with you, Gumdrop."
>you feel like exploding out of your seat
>your holding the seat of the chair, keeping yourself from leaping out of it and screaming to the whole world about how happy you were
>dad, on the other hand, seems anything but elated
>"Just be aware, I refuse to take your real virginity."
>you stop in your tracks and shoot your dad a questioning look
>shifting uneasily in his seat, he looks away as he speaks
>"It's going to be an anal experience, honey. I hope you're readily prepared for what's to come."
>you nod, composing yourself and sitting straight
"Of course, Dad."
>he pushes your hair away from your face, planting a kiss on your forehead and walking away
>you think you hear him sob a little
>it deflates you a bit
>did your dad not love you?
 
>exiting the bathroom, you felt fully prepared for the day ahead
>you pick up your bookbag from beside the doorway, ready to head out
>"Hold up."
>you blink and turn around, seeing dad standing on the stairs and holding something
>you weren't exactly sure what, though
"Is everything ok, Dad?"
>"Everything is fine. You remember our agreement?"
"Duh. I have to listen to everything you tell me to do, no objections."
>there's a pause, your dad fidgeting
>"There's really only one thing you need to do for me today."
>he brings forth the item behind his back
>it's resemblant to a tow hitch, except it has a dildo base so you can put it on a flat surface
>you gesture to the narrow base
"That can't get stuck in me, r-right?"
>your dad finally cracks a small smile
>"Only time will give you that answer."
>gulp.
>he slaps it down on a step, pointing at it and looking at you
>it's dripping with lubricant, shiny all around the ball area
>"You're going to sit on this, and you're going to go throughout your day at school as if it was never in you."
>you can't stop looking back and forth between your dad and your doom
>you realize you're taking too much time doing so, dad growing rather angry with your stalling
>"Listen, it's now or never. Do you want this or not?"
>you nod quickly, trying to hide your worry
>"Well get to it! School is starting soon, and I will not have my daughter be late to class without a good reason."
>you finally balls up and drop both your skirt and light blue panties
>you make your best strongman face and stand over the toy, beating your chest proudly
>shlurp!
>with an eep, the toy slides inside of you with startling ease
>you squeeze a little, feeling your walls constrict the toy
>it's a feeling you are unsure of how to explain
>ticklish, filling, and satisfying
>you squirm a little bit, lolling your tongue out and panting
>you can feel your flower dampening from the backdoor pleasing
>dad pats your back and helps you up
>"See you after school, kiddo. Remember, you tell anyone and the deal is off."
>you nod and reach for the door
>"Wait, Gumdrop."
>oh no, what now?
>you turn around, face red with embarrassment
>he's simply holding your skirt and panties, suppressing his laughter
>"Do you really plan on going to school without these?"
 
>today had really been torturous
>during gym class, Icarus threw a dodgeball right at your ass
>it took all the willpower you had to make your knees not buckle from the waves of pleasure going through your body
>of course, the whole class laughed in good spirits while you hobbled to the out bench
>along with that, each time you sat down, you felt your face turn strawberry as the toy within you shifted
>during lunchtime, Hope asked if you were ok
>you told her you were absolutely fine, probably a little too quickly
>not completely convinced, Hope spent the rest of the day checking in on you
>hiding this little thing was harder than you ever imagined it would be
>but it was over now
>all you had to do was get home, where dad was waiting for you
>an image ran through your head of dad laying in bed, candle light the only light, a single rose in his hand
>"I've been waiting, Gumdrop."
"Dad, I never thought this day would come."
>"I just had to convince your mother to leave. You know I only have eyes for you, my sweet Gumdrop."
>you're practically drooling at your doorstep
>you open the door and drop your bag
"Dad! I'm home!"
>there's a resounding silence
>you feel a little betrayed
>you walk through the rooms, looking for your father
"Dad?"
>your elbow bumps an empty bottle of Jack, but thankfully does not knock it over
>sprawled out in his recliner, your dad snores, wearing just boxers and socks
>you couldn't help but snicker at his position
>you shake his shoulder lightly, trying to stir him
"Hey, Dad?"
>he grunts, waving you off
>you feel offended
>you lift the footrest up and topple him off of the seat
>groaning, you see your dad shaking the cobwebs and trying to not be angry with you
>"Gumdrop..."
"Dad, you promised."
>he stands up and holds his hand up
>"I know, I know."
>he cracks his back and rubs his temples quietly
>as he turns around, he almost trips on his own feet and almost sends himself barreling into the glass coffee table
>luckily, he manages to catch himself early
>you cover your mouth, giggling to yourself
>he doesn't even notice
>"To the room we go."
>he leads, you bouncing on his heels
>he seems especially slow today
>you just hope he isn't having second thoughts
>bringing you into his room, he gestures to the bed
>"Get on the bed and give me a second."
>you nod and lie down the french girls way, batting your eyelashes at him
>dad stumbles away, headed towards the kitchen
>you hear him fill a glass of water
>...apparently, the largest glass in all of Equestria
>he brings back a gallon, rubbing his face and taking swigs as he went along
>"Tickle attack!"
>divebombing, dad captures you in his grasp, blowing raspberries all over you and trying his best to tickle you
>you certainly weren't expecting it
"N-no, Dad! Ahh!"
>there was no breaking the hold he had you in
>you just had to endure the giggling fit he was putting you through
>when it was all said and done, he couldn't stop smiling up at you
>slipping a finger under the waistband of your skirt, he gently lowers it, revealing the wet mound you'd so carefully been hiding from the world
>he pays no mind to it, giving a flick right on your winking clit
>you yelp in surprise, dad flipping you over in response and drawing down your panties
>as he tossed them away, he took a firm grip of the toy within you
>"Now hold your breath, kiddo."
>gladly, you obeyed, clenching your fists as well
>with a great might, he frees you from the toy you'd been enslaved by all day
>arm wrapped around your side, he began rapidly slapping your ass, open palm
>each noisy strike made you cry aloud
>"You better ease up on the volume if you don't want the neighbors to hear us."
>you bite your lip and, with amazing restriant, stay near silent through the rest of ordeal
>"Perfect ripeness."
>satisfied with his work, dad let you go
>you scurried up to his pillow, wrapping your arms around it and whimpering
>you get a huge whiff of his scent through the pillow and, coincidentally, as he drops his boxers before you
>he's gyrating his hips, putting on a small show for you
>you quickly forget about the stinging in your posterior
>"Now, the real fun begins, Gumdrop."
>he crawls up to you, gesturing for you to give back his pillow
>you begrudgingly agree, huffing at his relaxed 'ahh'
>"Show me what you can do with your mouth."
>his words take you by surprise, and you feel your heart stop and your hands grow cold
"D-dad?"
>"You're going to suck my dick until I'm thoroughly satisfied."
>afraid to disappoint, you get in position, grabbing his 'hot monkey dick' and holding it steady
>from behind, you feel his hot, wet tongue begin to work on your rim
>your back arches with bliss, your mouth falling onto his dick in stereo
>you indulge in his warm lapping, taking every inch of him into your waiting mouth
>you can feel yourself dripping on his chin
>reaching down, you make an attempt to stimulate your bean
>with surprising reflexes, dad smacks your hand away and growls
>the small vibration goes all the way up your back, making you leak just a little more
>as the scene continues for a few more minutes, your dad comes up panting
>"Alright, whew! I think that's enough of that."
>your pouting beside him
>you'd really been excited to taste his cum
>though his dick twitched in anger, he didn't seem too bothered
>you watched him gulp over a quarter of the gallon, wiping his forehead and chuckling to himself
>"No one's brought me that close to cumming since your mother."
>you beam with pride hearing this
>you wipe your forehead yourself, bullets of sweat coating you
>dad doesn't seem to mind
>sprawled on your back, you close your eyes in an attempt to rest up
>you feel your shirt being lifted up as lips touch your skin
>you are met with the sight of your dad lovingly planting kisses on your heaving stomach
>he keeps moving up, bringing your shirt with him
>upon reaching your bra, he took a moment to remove it and another to give your nipples some well-deserved attention
>this is a completely different feeling
>it felt like he was truly loving you in every way he possibly could
>blush and hair covering your face, your shaky breaths barely manage to escape your body
>your shirt and bra comes off, getting thrown with the rest of your attire
>now it's just you and dad, nothing between you and nothing covering you
>he pulls you up to him, your bodies touching from chest to waist
>sliding his hand behind you, he pushes two fingers into your stretched and tired hole
>gasping, he slams your face into his, kissing you to keep your moaning to a minimum
>red faced as ever, you enjoy the moment, grasping your father's face in your hands
>oh, what a dream this was
>the twisting and rubbing within your ass causes you to squirm a little more than normal
>it was orgasmically delicious
>"You're doing so good, Gumdrop."
>his words caress your ears and send you into a bliss
>you melt into his grasp, his third finger getting into your ass
>you loved him so much, you'd let him do positively anything to you
>raking his fingers a little on the exit, dad draws out another moan from you, kissing your neck now
>you never imagined you'd get this romantic with him
>he forces you to suck his fingers for a few moments afterwards
>it's a bit awkward for you, but a deal's a deal
>you begin to notice dad getting a little red in the face
>you want to point it out, but you aren't quite sure if that voids the agreement, so you keep your mouth shut
>exhausted and panting, he finally turns you around, face down ass up
>his throbbing dick is in his hands as he's considering his next move
>he strokes his chin for a moment, then decided on using your cheeks and a rest for them and thrusting through that
>it was oddly arousing
>feeling him slide through you with such ease, but not even in you
>it made you want that monkey dick even more
>"Do you think you're ready for my dick, little one?"
>you nod wildly, dad still rocking you back and forth with his motions
>he grins and gets up a little higher, driving his member straight down into your ass
>he quickly wraps his free hand over your mouth to silence your moans, or whatever may have come out
>the rush of pleasure you're currently feeling is making you lose track of your legs in general
>dad just kept fucking like a dog, rough and nonstop
>without a breath to give, dad lets go of your mouth and redirects his attention to your winking clit
>almost instanly, you feel a new headrush completely overtaking you
>your bottom half starts to shake wildly as your maregina gushes
>at the same time, you feel your dad's cum fill your ass
>it's so good, so rewarding
>but you're out of breath and thoughts
>you can only lie spent and quiet
>dad giggles and rolls beside you, coughing a bit from the excitement
>you drape your arm over on him, scooching closer
>he brings you in for a kiss and touches his nose to yours after
>"You did real good, Gumdrop."
>you smile in response
"I wasn't expecting to hear such words from my dad."
>he russles up your hair
>"Don't get used to it."