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Collection of incest smut one-shots.  "-----------------------" divides separate one-shots.

I don't know what I'm doing.

>You are Anon, happily-married husband of Twilight Sparkle.
>You are as thrilled as you were confused when the two of you discovered that you had the ability to procreate.
>You argued chromosomes and DNA; Twilight argued magic and wizards.
>Guess whose argument won when Twilight's baby-bump began showing.
>Sure, you were suspicious that she was cheating on you.
>To be fair, you thought it was impossible for you to impregnate a completely different species.
>God's sake, you can't even impregnate a chimpanzee, and lord know you tried.
>Closest living species your ASS.
>Anyway, the result of your unnatural coupling was a purple filly that you decided to name "Midnight Magic".
>Partly because Twilight likes names that have to do with times of day.
>Partly because "midnight magic" was exactly what spawned your daughter.
>Anyway, it's been about nine years since your daughter was born.
>Just this morning, Midnight Magic earned her cutie mark!
>Oh, you and Twilight were so proud of her. Twilight especially.
>She kept hugging Midnight and crying about how she was "coming of age" and stuff.
>You asked her about it, but all she told you was that they had to do something special for your daughter.
>In all honesty, you aren't sure what she meant by that.
>A party, maybe?
>Look, you never actually knew that parent-child dynamics were different in Equestria.
>You had no reason to assume otherwise, so don't grill you on this.
>Anyway.
>"Of age" or not, Midnight Magic is still a little filly and she still has a bedtime.
>You made sure that today was a memorable day for your daughter, and you're sure she's all tuckered out.
>And to celebrate your wonderful daughter, you and your horsewife are making love together.

>It started with some heavy kissing.
>You trailed kisses across her jaw, making sure to savour the feeling of Twilight's soft, downy fur against your lips.
>Her moans vibrated against your lips as you trailed them down her neck, down her chest, and across her squirming tummy.
>You gently caressed Twilight's teats (taking great care not to twist them), teasing the hardening buds of ponyflesh just the way she likes it.
>"Ah! Ah-Anon! Don't tease me!"
>Her chest is heaving.
>Oh, you think you'll tease her all you like, thank you.
>A few gentle licks brings her nipples to full attention.
>The elasticity of her flesh makes them bounce back into position after you drag the entire length of our tongue over them.
>Twilight is making the most delicious noises.
>She isn't even bothering to be quiet for your daughter this time.
>"O-oh! Puh-please, Anon! I can't t-take it any more!"
>As you wish, princess.
>You press your tongue against her winking clit, an-
>>"Mommy? Daddy?"
>Oh fuck.

>Why now.
>WHY NOW.
>Those parenting books Twilight gave to you to read didn't cover what to do when your kid walks in on you going down on your wife.
"O-oh, Midnight! What do y-you think you're doing out of b-bed, young lady?
>You don't really know if she heard you; your voice is being muffled by Twilight's vagina.
>MM: "I couldn't sleep, Daddy. My tummy was feeling funny."
>The bedroom door opens all the way, and light spills in.
>....Midnight apparently gives zero fucks that you're just about in position to fuck her mother.
>Your daughter walks in through the door, and the SMELL hits you.
>Tangy, bitter, and a hint of sweetness.
>Similar, but distinct from, the scent that's coming from the pussy that's about an inch away from your face.
>You slowly remove yourself from Twilight's cooter, and get a good look at your daughter.
>In the low light, you can barely make out a dark, wet patch on the crotch of Midnight's pajamas.
>Oh jesus, you think you might know what this means.
>Her first es-
>TS: "Your first estrus! Oh, come here, sweetheart, and give Mommy a big hug!"
>Midnight giggles and trots over to your bed.
>Meanwhile, Twilight turns on the magic lamp that's on her side of the bed.
>With a grunt of effort, Midnight's jumped up onto your bed and has taken your spot on top of your wife.
>You aren't sure how you feel about your own child cockblocking you.

>Still, she and Twilight are happy right now, so you guess that makes up for the lack of sex.
>TS: "Oh, Midnight, I'm so proud of you!"
>She nuzzles a giggling Midnight's face.
>TS: "You know what this means, right? Your Mommy and Daddy get to show you all the different ways your body is changing. Take off your PJ's, Midnight."
>What the actual fuck, Twilight?
>You don't WANT to be a filly-fiddler!
>Too late now; Midnight is naked as the day she was born.
>Her crotchtits are small - VERY small, just beginning to mature. Now that you've been given a good look at them, you can tell that her nipples are nearly identical to Twilight's.
>Your eyes travel a few inches further south until you're met with her horsepussy.
>Her pussy is red and inflamed, and you can see now that it's SOAKED with her marecum.
>Every few seconds, she winks and you and your wife.
>God that's hot.
>Despite it being your flesh-and-blood, you can feel your cock harden painfully at the sight in front of you.
>Twilight cradling your small daughter, poking around at her bits and explaining what happens and where.
>TS: "You see here?"
>Twilight gently plants a hoof onto Midnight's crotch, who gasps at the sensation.
>MM: "Y-yes, Mommy."
>TS: "Milk comes from here when you have a baby. During sex, these things make you feel good."
>Midnight moans lewdly as Twilight rubs small circles on your daughter's small teats.
>She removes her hoof and trails it down towards Midnight's privates.
>TS: "And this is where a stallion puts his penis when you want to make babies."

>For the second time, you watch and your wife fucking masturbates your daughter in front of you.
>>Finally, you break out of your shock.
"Twilight!? What on earth are you doing to our daughter!"
>Twilight looks at you, confused.
>TS: "What do you mean, Anon? I'm teaching her about sex."
>She looks back down and resumes rubbing your daughter's cunt.
>TS: "Typically, a foal will hit her first estrus when she gets her cutie mark. She needs to know what to do when she meets a stallion she likes."
"Which is why you're molesting her."
>She nods happily and starts to kiss Midnight's shoulder and neck.
>You mentally flip through the parenting books that Twilight gave you, hoping to find some sort of clue as to why incest is SUPER COOL here in horseland.
>.... You know what? Fuck it.
"Twilight? Honey? Love of my life?"
>TS: "Mmmhwaahh... Yes, Anon?"
>She's stopped sensually kissing your daughter, but she has a some drool on her chin.
"Is incest just this thing that happens, here? I haven't read anything about it."
>The look on her face is a mixture of lust, confusion, and realization.
>TS: "Oh! That's right, incest is a taboo to humans."
>Well, solved THAT mystery.
>You aren't sure how you lasted something like ten years here without encountering somepony frenching their mother.
>God dammit, Twilight.
>TS: "I guess I can see why, though. Humans don't have access to the magic that prevents recessive gene-
>Midnight whimpers pathetically now that Twilight has stopped rubbing her pussy.
>Twilight laughs as though this is the most fucking endearing thing she's ever seen, and gets back to work.
>TS: "We'll talk more about this later, Anon. Now scoot over here; I need you to demonstrate how sex works."
>Joy of joys.
>Time to fuck your underage daughter.
>You wish this didn't turn you on as much as it did.  Midnight buries her face into the crook of Twilight's neck and moans loudly. She seems to twitch involuntarily, and thrusts her hips into her mother's hoof.

>Your loving horsewife (now filly-fooler) gently drags you over so that you're now sitting in front of your daughter.
>TS: "Midnight? Sweetie? I need you to pay attention for now, okay?"
>The filly pulls her bright-red face out of her mother's shoulder and nods meekly.
>Twilight reaches over and pokes your erect knob with her hoof.
>TS: "This is a penis, Midnight. Do you remember what I told you what you do with it?"
>Midnight Magic nods eagerly, staring hard at your dick.
>MM: "Uh-huh! It goes in my kitty-cat and then I can make foals, right?"
>She looks up at Twilight with this adorably innocent uncertain look on her face.
>Like she's worried she did something wrong.
>HNG
>Your heart and/or boner!
>Twilight uses her magic to levitate your daughter, and Midnight squeals in delight at the sensation.
>She's always loved flying. It's no surprise that "Auntie Rainbow" is her favourite honorary family member.
>You're brought out of your musings by the sensation of something hot and wet pressing against the head of your cock.
>You instinctively reach out to grab and support whatever's about to impale itself on your rod, but you find that your arms are being held in place by a purple glow.
>Twilight grins when she sees your predicament.
>TS: "Sorry, honey, but I know how you are with your social taboos. I don't want to take any chances with our daughter's education."
>You guess that's true...
>You're cool with nudity now, for the most part; you still wear a banana hammock when you go outdoors.

>The pressure on your cock increases, and you can feel yourself slowly being squeezed into your daughter's tight hole.
>MM: "Oh! M-mommy, it's too bi-hih-hig! Ooooh!"
>She squirms on your lap as the spongy head, lubricated by Midnight's own marecum, slips inside of her with a POP.
>MM: "Ah! Oh, oh goodness! Mmm!"
>Slowly, ever so slowly, Twilight lowers her down your shaft.
>TS: "This is how you make foals, honey."
>MM: "Ih! Ah! Is thi-his!"
>She stops to catch her breath.
>MM: "Am I g-gonna have f-foals, Mommy? Is D-daddy gonna give m-me foals?"
>Wow.
>TS: "Maybe."
>WOW.
>Oh jeez you think you want to stop now.
"Okay, yeah, no, I'd like to stop now, please."
>You struggle against your bonds, which only makes Twilight smile.
>She's always had a thing for light bondage.
>Shit shit SHIT this isn't the time for that fetish to pop up!
>You and Midnight both gasp when the head of your cock hits something solid.
>Oh fuck you think that was her cervix.
>Twilight's grin only widens when this happens, and she pushes your daughter harder down on your shaft.
>The two of you moan loudly when, forced to go even deeper, you hilt inside of your daughter.
>Oh Christ above, you can see the bulge on her tiny tummy.
>What are you, fucking her lungs?
>With the same tortuously-slow speed, Twilight lifts your daughter off of your cock until just the head is still buried inside of her.
>And then she SLOOWLY lowers her back down.
>The noises that Midnight is making nearly put you over the edge just by themselves.

>The room is silent, save for the combined moaning of father and daughter.
>Twilight's magical grip on your arms has vanished, but you don't need them to keep you around any more.
>Your daughter's flank is soft, and somewhat pudgy.
>Not sure if you should take away her bedtime snacks, or start giving her an additional snack.
>Twilight's still pumping Midnight up and down your shaft, but she's taken up a different position.
>She's got her face right down by your crotch, and every time Midnight comes close, Twilight makes sure to give her teats some extra attention.
>TS: "And th-this is another way of making y-your teats feel good, Midnight."
>She illustrated her idea by latching onto a teat and sucking.
>Hard, if Midnight's shrieks are any indication.

>MM: "Muh-Mommy? Mommy, I feel f-funny!"
>Twilight looks delighted that you're reaching the next part of the education process.
>TS: "You're experiencing what's call an "orgasm", Midnight. This is what happens when you get a stallion to make you feel really good."
>Like the good mother she is, Twilight promptly gets back to work sucking those teats.
>Midnight's breathing has picked up, and you can feel her already unbearably-tight snatch begin to spasm around your cock.
>MM: "Dah-deeeeee~"
>A flood of searing hot fluid soaks your crotch, and the sheets beneath you.
>Your daughter cumming around your cock is enough you make YOU cum as well.
>You deliver what must be the biggest load of your life inside of your daughter.
>You fire off again... and again.... and again.... and again...
>Your balls are completely empty.
>If Midnight were of breeding age, she would be incredibly pregnant right now.
>You bask in the afterglow while Twilight pulls Midnight off of your cock and cradles her in her arms.
>A few minutes later, after everything has calmed down, Midnight speaks up.
>MM: "Mommy? What do I get to learn next?"
>Twilight casts a spell on Midnight, causing her belly to glow a bright blue.
>Your wife smiles brightly and begins to nuzzle Midnight's belly affectionately.
>TS: "Your next lesson won't be for another 11 months, sweetheart."
>......
>Wait, what?

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>"Oh daaah-deeeeee~"
>Midnight, still not nearly a full-grown mare, walks into the room.
>Her pregnant belly reduces her stride to a waddle, but she doesn't let that slow her down.
>With grace brought on by practice, your daughter jumps up onto the couch and sits down on your lap.
>"Mommy says you gotsta help make sure I'm all stretched out for the foal."
>Just in case you somehow hadn't caught on, Midnight wriggles her bottom on your crotch.
>Oh boy.

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>Day baby shower in Equestria
>The party is in full swing by the time you get back home with the snacks.
>Midnight Magic has all of her school friends over to play with, and their parents are milling around generally schmoozing. Seems they've invited their non-horsemarried friends, too.
>PP: "Hey! There's the monkey of the hour!"
>Pinkie drags you in towards the group of adults.
>You see Miss Cheerilee, and you begin to sweat.
>She's always been so concerned about her students, making sure they don't get hurt.
>You think she might be the Chris Hansen of Equestria.
>Cheerilee: "Congratulations, Anonymous."
>Oh thank god.
>Cheerilee: "It's always exciting when you introduce a new life into the world."
>Applejack and Lyra nod in agreement.
"So... you're not upset that I impregnated my own daughter?
>Pinkie Pie giggles.
>Pinkie: "Why would she be upset, Nonny? She wasn't mad at you when you got Twilight pregnant, was she?"
>These ponies are strange.
>Applejack: "Yeah, 'nawn! Twahlahght done told me 'bout yer 'incest taboo' nonsense, an' Ah wanna stomp that out righ now."
>She takes a sip of her cider.
>Applejack: "How do y'all think Apple Bloom came to be? 'twas jus' me'n Big Mac one night, and we jus' let whatever happened happen. Ah'm gonna surprise Bloomy on her first estrus an' tell'er she's still got her Mamma."
>You're getting too used to this "incest" thing.
>You're sporting a half-chub.
>You really hope nopony notic-
>Midnight: "Hi, Daddy!"
>Your heavily-pregnant daughter waddles over to you.
>Her belly is almost scraping the ground, the foal inside of her about half the size that she is.
>Her eyes immediately lock on to your bulge, and she squeals in delight.
>Midnight: "Ooh! Is that for me?!"
>Midnight bites your pant-leg and gently tugs you out of the room.
>All the adults laugh endearingly.
>God ponyland is strange.


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The following is a separate story that follows the theme of incest smut.  It has no connection with any previous one-shot.

>"Mommy? Daddy? I can't sleep."
>You're 'mommy-ears' allow you to be easily awoken by your daughter's voice.
>You crack open an eye (the one not buried in your pillow) and wave your little girl over with a beckoning hoof.
"Come on in, Midnight. You can sleep with mommy and daddy tonight."
>Midnight's little hooves clop quietly as she makes her way over to your bed.
>She crouches down, shakes her plot in preparation, and leaps onto the bed.
>Clad in her warm, wool footie pajamas, Midnight settles down right between you and your husband's pillows, whereupon you nuzzle Midnight's head and wrap a hoof around her midsection.
>Midnight, you guess, has other plans. She's wriggling in your embrace as though you were giving her a tongue-bath in front of her little filly friends.
>"M-mommy, stahhhp!"
>That's not a bad idea, come to think of it.
>You ignore your daughter's pleas and begin to build up some saliva in your mouth.
>It's been too long since you've washed her mane, anyway; It's getting smelly.
>Midnight stops struggling at your maternal acts, and melts into her your embrace.
>Filly knows who runs this show.
>If mama ain't happy, ain't NOPONY happy.
>Not long after, your mind wanders and you let instinct take control. 
>When Midnight's mane is clean, you absently flip your daughter over to face you, and you begin to clean her face.
>Your daughter has long since stopped complaining. Midnight's not asleep yet, but she's practically purring.
>Without a word exchanged, you begin to unbutton your daughter's adorable, fluffy onesie.
>Pastel-blue cloth parts under your magic, and reveal their treasure: A cute widdle filly tummy oh my CELESTIA it is so cute.
>You pull her forelegs out of the sleeves and begin to clean her upper body.
>Lick Lick Lick Lick Lick

>Not a single part of your daughter's body will go uncleaned.
>When it's time for you to start on her lower-half, you're eager to see if that tummy of hers is as soft and fluffy as it looks.
>Once she's free of the pajay-jays, you give Midnight nice long licks, starting at the bottom and moving to the top.
>How can your filly be this soft? You just want to bury your face in her fur forever.
>You lick a little bit lower and prepare to clean her hindlegs, when-Oh.
>Oh, my.
>You forgot about that part.
>Your daughter's filly parts are giving off the most tantalizing odour.
>N-not that you're a filly-fooler or anything, but you have a responsibility as a mother, and it's your duty to keep your little filly clean.
>Your vision swims slightly and you feel blood rushing to your face.
>The realization of what you're about to do sets in.
>You don't really have a choice, right?
>Midnight needs to get clean, right?
>And her dribbling slit is such a dirty, dirty thing to lick.
>You throw a glance towards your husband and hope to Luna that he's as heavy a sleeper tonight as he usually is.
>You pause to gather some more saliva in your suddenly dry mouth, and then give her no-no place a slow, hard lick.
>If Midnight wasn't awake before, she sure was now.
>"M-mommy? What a-are you doing?"
>You pull your face away from your daughter's crotch and smile kindly at her.
"I'm cleaning you, silly."
>You don't wait for a response, and instead go about cleaning her.
>"Th-this feels funny, mommy..."
>You hum absent-mindedly into her crotch in response, and Midnight gasps lewdly.
>My, my, my. You're doing your best to clean this area of this filly's anatomy, but it keeps getting more and more dirty.
>Looks like you'll have to go deeper and investigate the source.

>You gently push your weird, long horse tongue past your daughter's folds and into her clenching tunnel.
>Your daughter doesn't say anything; she just squeaks and moans over and over with each breath.
>It's so dirty in here. You'll have to do a really good job if you want it to be clean again.
>You scrape her inner walls with your turgid muscle, trying to wipe the bitter juices off of them.
>But it doesn't seem to work; maybe it's time to try something different.
>Changing tactics, you readjust yourself and begin to thrust your tongue in and out of your little filly's snatch.
>"Mah! Mmmuh-muh-mommy! Wha-hah-hat are you dooooiiiiHHNNNGGGG"
>Pungent marecum, albeit a small yield of it due to her age, floods your mouth and leaves your daughter panting and sweaty.
>All clean.
>You magic Midnight's pajamas back onto her and cuddle her to your chest.
>You think you've done a reasonable enough job.
>For tonight, anyway. 
>But you're nothing if not stubborn.

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>It's been nearly a week since you  Midnight's special place.
>Neither of you have brought it up.
>With your husband out at the bar with his pal, Shining Armour, the night belongs to you and your little filly.
>You played games, you read a book, you've cuddled...
>Basically, the ideal night for the both of you.
>It's nearly ten in the evening, and it's time for you to go to bed.
>Raising a filly has made it so that you need to get used to a much earlier bedtime.
>Midnight Magic should be asleep by now.
~Crrreeeeeeekkk~
>"Mommy?"
>Speak of the devil and he shall appear.
"I'm right here, precious."
>"Can I come up? I can't sleep and I wanna cuddle with you."
>Pfft, is this bitch serious? 
>Cuddle time is ALL the time.
"Of course you can, silly filly. I want to cuddle with you too."
>Midnight does this adorable little struggle to get up onto the bed and walks over to you.
>That's when you notice the smell.
>That same musky smell from last week.
>Midnight crawls over to you, and she isn't meeting your eye.
>"R-remember when you cl-cleaned me before, Mommy?"
>You hum in confirmation.
>"W-well, I'm feeling real dirty right now..."
>The innocence you hear in her voice just canNOT be imitated.
>Not by an 8-year-old filly.
>Your daughter continues while you monologue.
>"You know.... in my filly parts..."
>HNG

>Wordlessly, you nudge Midnight and roll her over on to her side, and squeaks when you gently lift her rear leg.
>The smell increases in intensity.
>She's soaked through the thick cotton of her hoofie pajamas.
>Ooooh.... You think you're going to have FUN with this.
>You reach out with your tongue and lick her tummy tum tums.
"Riiiight.... here?"
>Midnight shakes her head.
>You lick a little lower and reach the back of her confusing horse-knees.
"Here, Midnight?"
>She's starting to giggle, now.
>"N-no, Mommy! Not there!"
"Well, where, then?"
>The giggles are gone. In their place is a full-face blush.
>With a forehoof, your daughter slowly reaches between her legs (which you are still holding apart) and taps the wet material over her crotch.
>In the dead silence of the night, you hear a barely audible "~squelch~"
>In the tiniest voice imaginable, Midnight finally says,
>"Right here."
>You keep up your playful act for now.
"Ooohh. Right here?"
>You give the soaked cotton a long, full-tongue lick, pressing down as hard as you can.
>"Aaaah~! Y-yes! R-right there, Mommy!"

>You latch your lips over her clothed pussy and lick her again, just like a second ago.
>Her hips buck against your open mouth as your daughter is reduced to nothing but squeaks and moans.
>"Ihhh... Is it... Cl-clean yet, MommeeeeeEEEEE~"
>She tries to speak to you when she has control over her mouth, but you ignore her.
>You've got a dirty little filly to contend with.
>You do as much cleaning as you can with only indirect access to her "filly parts", but your daughter appreciates the effort.
>Since this is only the second time she's been "cleaned", through-cloth is enough for her.
>With a loud moan and the pungent aroma of filly-marecum, you remove your mouth from the newly-soaked material of Midnight's pajamas.
"All better, sweetie?"
>You patiently wait for her to recover before she replies.
>"Hahh... Ooh... Hng..."
>You'll take that as a yes.
>But now you're onto serious Mommy-duty, and it's time to get your little filly out of those stinky, messy pajamas.
>With a little bit of magic, you gently tug the pajamas away from your daughter and throw them into a corner of your room.
>You can always get them cleaned up later.
>Now is time for snuggles.


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First age diff/incest fic I wrote.  Independent continuity.

>Be Anon
>Be chilling on a bench at the school playground
>Be fucking the bejesus out of your daughter
>Somehow you reproduced
>Somehow it's not a satyr
>She's like 8 or something
>She's a jibbering mess of orgasms
>Squash soup everywhere
>just EVERYWHERE
>"Daah-deeeee~"
>Your pants will never be the same
>Mares walk up to you and chuckle at you endearingly 
>>"Teaching the little one about the birdpones and the bees a bit early, huh Anon?"
"It's important - hah - to make sure your foal under - hng - understands that sex is nothing to feel awkward or - ooh! - or ashamed about."
>"M-more... Please, more!"
>One of them sits down next to you and puts a forehoof on your wet, slimy thigh.
>>"Anon, you're such a responsible father, you know that? Most stallions would either leave it to the mare to explain where foals come from."
>You give a loud moan, nearing your climax.
"I'm a very ha- hah - hands on type of father. I m-make sure to be a pa-aaaart of their daily lives."
>The mare smiles at you with just a hint of lust in her eyes.
>>"Anon, would you.... maybe like to get coffee some time?"
>"FUCK ME HARDER, PLEASE DADDY!"
>You'll have to talk it over with your wife, but she should have no problem with making your couple into a herd.
"I'd love toooooOOOOOOO!"
>Aaaand you just nutted inside of your daughter.
>Again.
>She's a screamer.
>The mare smiles giddily at you, despite the marecum that's splashing a bit on her face.
>>"I'll pick you up tomorrow at 8, okay?"
>You barely hear her over the sounds that your daughter is making. You're caught your second (third? Forth?) wind and have started to bounce your daughter on your dick.
>Your grunting seems to have been sufficient as an affirmative, because the blushing mare in question kisses your cheek and walks off to talk with her friends.
>>"See you tomorrow, 'daddy'."

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>"Good morning, Daddy~"
>You open your eyes, and you can't help but smiles.
>Pink, puffy pussy lips greet you, dripping on your chest and blowing you kisses.
>It would be rude not to kiss back.
>And what better way to kiss than to prench kiss?
>Your daughter, Midnight Magic, moans lewdly above you as you tongue-fuck her filly pussy.
>>"Good morning, sweetheart."
>You would respond to your wife, Love Strudel, but you're too busy slurping down sweet, salty fluids right now.
>"Guh-good morning, mum-Mummy!"
>You open your eyes just in time to see your wife kiss your daughter good morning. 
>She closes her eyes and you can see (and hear) her much larger tongue slip into your daughter's small mouth.
>"Mmmmm~"
>You told Strudel that this was to prepare Midnight for her role as alpha-mare when she eventually herds up.
>You don't know if this is just a pony thing where the male can do no wrong, or if everyp0ny just plays along because it's hot.
>Either way, you get to fuck your daughter's tight pussy so much, you're surprised she isn't pregnant yet.
>You already reproduced with a pony once, right? In theory, knocking up your daughter should be even easier.
>She IS 50% human, after all.
>Your wife breaks her kiss with Midnight, and a thick strand of saliva stretched between their tongues.
>>"You want some breakfast, love?" your wife asks your daughter once she's caught her breath
>"Yeah-huh!"
>Your wife has this sultry look in her eyes, and she throws a wink in your direction.
>>"I think I can find something for you to eat then."
>You can feel your stiff cock being fished out of your pajama bottoms.
>You smiles.
>You love mornings.

>Midnight's small body has to shimmy further down your own in order to reach your cock with her mouth.
>Her mouth is a wet furnace. Like usual, however, she can only really fit the tip in.
>Your wife reaches down with her hooves and helps her along
>"Mmph! Mmph! Slur-mph! Hah... hah... ha-mmph!"
>With Studel's hooves on the back of her head, Midnight takes your cock deeper and deeper down her throat.
>If you came right now, you'd be depositing your seed directly into her stomach.
>When you feel her nose poke your balls, you do just that.
>Spurt after spurt of your cum travels down your daughter's throat and fills up her tummy.
>No need for an actual breakfast today, it seems.
"Mmmmaaaaah! Ahh! Hah! Hah..... hah..."
>>"You're going to make a stallion VERY happy one day, dear." coos your wife to your daughter
>She turns to you, looking at you with an even mixture of love and lust.
>>"These advanced lessions were an AMAZING idea, Anon. Our little Midnight will be leaps and bounds ahead of the other mares when it's time for her to herd up."
>You try to reply coherently, but Midnight is still going to town on your now-sensitive dick.
"Thuh-that's the idea, h-honey."
>Your wife gets out of bed wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and a dirty coltbeater.
>>"Tell you what, Anon, since you've gotten such an early start on Midnight's lessons, I'll make breakfast this morning."
>She chuckles.
>>"I hope you like cereal and burnt toast."
>That mare. Hopeless. Before you came into her life, she was living the life of a bachelorette, with shelves full of haymen noodles and kraft dinner.

>"Aah! Ooh! Oh, yes! Daddy!"
>Oh, right
>Your daughter is dripping marecum all over your front, and you can taste the sweat in her fur.
>"Mmmlllp... hah! Mmmm-ah!"
>Try as she might, she can't focus on your cock any more. 
>Her best efforts reward her in weak licks on your cock head.
>"DADDY! DADDY, YES!"
>Squash soup fills your mouth, drips down your chin, and pools around your head.
>"Ahh! Oh, Daddy.... d-daddy.... ahh... hahh.... daaahh...."
>D'aww, she fell asleep on your chest.
>Poor dear was all tuckered out.
>You pick up your wet, smelly daughter and put her back in her bed.
>At least now you'll have enough time to make sure your wife doesn't burn the kitchen down.

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>Day Good Father in Equestria
>You are Anon and it is parent/teacher night.
>Ponywaifu couldn't make it, which means that it was just you and your little filly, Midnight Magic.
>"Thank you for making time to meet me, Mister Anonymous."
"It was no trouble at all, Miss Cheerilee. I'm looking forward to seeing how my daughter is doing in class."
>You and your little filly take a seat on two chairs that have been plopped down in front of the teacher's desk.
>Midnight's school teacher breaks down your daughter's academic performance as well as her interactions with other students, and apparently she's doing very well.
>You look down at your daughter and she's beaming.
>You know what?
>You think she deserves a reward.
>You make sure to keep an ear open and to pay attention to what Cheerilee is saying. Regardless of what exactly you're about to do next, you take your role as a father seriously.
>You make sure that you have Midnight's attention as you unzip your fly and slooowwly reach in to fish out your hardening cock.
>Your penis bobs rhythmically in time with your heart beat as you reach over to pick your little filly up by the armpits.
>Cheerilee offers you a kind smile when you set your daughter on your lap, her crotch firmly pressed up against your manhood.
>>"O-ooh, daddy?"
>You begin to grind against your daughter.
"So, miss Cheerilee, is Midnight having any troubles making friends?"

>"Not at all, Anonymous. Your daughter here easily reaches out to others, and makes an effort to include her classmates in both school activities and leisure time."
>Your daughter moans as she rolls her hips, sliding her wet sex over the length of your shaft.
"Well, I'm happy to hear that. My wife and I have always made sure t-to instil some very important fr-friendship ideals."
>Cheerilee glances down to where your panting daughter is covering your shaft with her juices, and smiles.
>"So I can see. Would I be right to assume that you've already talked to your daughter about sex?"
>You lift your daughter up and sloooowwly skewer her on your meatcock. 
>The spongey head of your penis reaches her cervix before you manage to hilt in her.
>Your daughter gives a loud and VERY lewd moan as she fidgets in your grasp.
>>"Mmmmm~"
>The two of you are squirming in your seat, doing some combination of rolling your hips and thrusting your way into her.
"Yuh-yes, m-miss Cheerilee. Love St-strudel was against it at first, b-but when push c-cuuuuhms to shove, I think we b-both know who gets their way."
>Cheerilee chuckles politely.
>"If papa ain't happy, ain't NOPONY happy."
>The two of you share a laugh, though yours sounds a bit strained.
>(It's because you're busy fucking your daughter.)
>The fabric of your pants is soaked right now.
>Gonna have to get Rarity to replace them.
>She always insists on replacing them rather than cleaning them.
>You don't know what she does with your pants once they're hers.
>She probably eats them.

"So, how is Midnight d-doing in math?"
>The teacher's face falls, and you begin to slow your thrusts, and your daughter whines pitifully at the lack of stimulation.
>>"B-but... Daddy?"
>"I'm afraid she isn't doing very well in that subject, Anonymous. She just doesn't seem to have the head for numbers."
"Oh dear. Is there anything I can do to help? Any tutoring textbooks you might recommend?"
>Cheerilee's face lights up again at your willingness to help improve your daughter's grades. You can tell she takes the well-being of her students seriously.
>"Well... I know of a few books you can check out from Golden Oaks Library."
"Good to hear, Could you write the titles down for me?"
>While the teacher gets to work, you lean in to your daughter and say..."
"hey little mama lemme whisper in your ear"
"Think I can help you with your math, Midnight? Hmm?"
>Your breath is hot and wet in her ear. Your daughter shivers in your lap and gasps.
>>"Yes, daddy."
"Will my big filly do better in class?"
>You bounce her gently in your lap, and she squeaks with each thrust.
>>"Y-yes, daddy."
>You nibble on the tip of her ear.
"Promise to try harder? For me and mommy?"
>You've made your way up to a steady bounce.
>>"Yes, daddy!"
>Wet, meaty slaps echo though the small school house, and the smell of sex makes your head spin.
>Both you and your daughter are close now.
>So close.
>Cheerilee is using her mad oral skills to write a list of books for you, and doesn't seem to care about how thoroughly you're fucking your tiny horse-child.

"Y-yes what, Minny?"
>She loves it when you tease her.
>>"Yes, I praaaaawwwmise, daddy! Please, please harder!"
"You'll put more effort into your classes?"
>By now she's a sweaty, panting mess.
>>"Yes, daddy! Yes, yes yes!"
>You lean forward and catch her lips in your mouth. Her breath is hot and moist, and her tongue is eager to play.
>You both reach your climax there and then.
>Midnight's words are muffled in your mouth as you explode inside of her.
>There's a big puddle of marecum underneath your chair, and you wonder how Miss Cheerilee is going to get the stench out before tomorrow's morning class.
>"Here you are, Anonymous. Thanks again for coming by, and tell Love Strudel that next week's hoofball game is going to be at my place."
>Exhausted and out of breath, you reach over with noodle arms and weakly grab the paper being presented to you, nearly dropping it into the sticky liquids pooling around your feet.
>You gasp what could pass as a 'goodbye' before removing your daughter from your cock.
>Semen rushes from her pink pony pussy like a small river. You really filled her up.
>You carry your boneless daughter out of the schoolhouse and begin the long walk home.