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// Epilogue// Story: Heart's Desire// by beatbox9988//------------------------------//

Celestia's sun shone brightly in the sky, its bright vibrant rays peeking in through the windows of a home belonging to an odd but happy couple.

Tressle was happily humming a tune to himself. He was currently in the kitchen, making pancakes for his wife.

Despite his initial objections, he was glad that he went through with his wife's idea yesterday. He was still ashamed for what he had done, but he also knew that he hadn't hurt anyone. His wife had helped realize a fantasy of his that he didn't even think he had, and for that, he was grateful. He felt relaxed. 

It was somewhat therapeutic in a way.

As he was about to flip the pancakes, a knock came from the door. "Scarlet? Honey? Could you get that?!" He called down the hallway. When no answer greeted him, he grumbled to himself before deciding to answer the door for himself.

After making sure that his pancakes won't catch on fire, he took off the chef's hat and apron that he had been wearing which had the words 'kiss the chef' stitched onto it with pink embroidery. Normally, he wouldn't be caught dead in those offending articles of clothing, but he was in a particularly good mood today.

He made his way to the door with a little bounce in his gait. "Coooomiiiing~!" He sing-songed.

He opened the door, and his joyful disposition shattered instantly.

"Hi there mister Pastel's dad!"

'Oh no...'

There in his doorway, stood Dinky Doo. 

Memories of yesterday night came flooding back to him.

 "U-um, mister Tressle, sir? I'm not sure if I'm comfortable with this..." 

"M-mister Tressle? I-I'm fine now. I don't want a massage."

"M-mister Tressle I don't want to do this anymore..." 

"Mister Tressle, please!!" 

"Mister Tressle?" Said Dinky, who was starting to worry for her best friend's father.

Tressle nearly pissed himself.

"H-hi, Dinky..."

"Hi, dad!" Said a squeaky voice from behind Dinky. "Hey dad, you don't look so good..."

Tressle, was in fact, not doing so good. He was starting to sweat, and his eyes were looking at everywhere but Dinky. "W-what are you talking about? I-I'm fine." Tressle stuttered.

To prove his point, he smiled widely at his daughter and her friend, his left eye twitching involuntarily.

Pastel stared at her father for a moment. It would take nothing less than a blind pony to not notice her father's odd behavior, and even that would be a bit of a stretch.

Then again, it was definitely not the most strange thing she's seen from her family, so she decided to let this one pass for now. Pastel merely gave a small shrug, much to Tressle's relief, and ushered her friend in.

"Oh, and can Dinky come in for a while?" Pastel asked as an afterthought.

Seeing as how Dinky was already in the house, Tressle merely nodded shakily at his daughter's hopeful expression. 

"Yay!!" She shouted jubilantly and rushed in to join her friend.

'Oh, boy...'

~

Tressle watched pensively at the two children that were happily eating pancakes together. As soon as Pastel had entered the living room, her heightened sense of smell had taken no time in detecting the scent of the fluffy breakfast, and had immediately asked if they were for her.

Unable to form anything more than a mumble, Tressle nodded.

And that's the situation he found himself in. He briefly contemplated the loss of his own breakfast, but he pushed it to the back of his mind.

He was currently behind the kitchen counter, doing his best to hide his anxiety. His hooves shuffling nervously together.

"Hey!" Tressle turned to the source of the noise.

"You've got a little maple syrup on your chin!" Dinky said to Pastel, who was giggling along with her. Dinky brought one of her hooves to Pastel's chin and wiped it clean. She then brought it to her her mouth, opening it wide, and slowly running it along the length of her tongue. "Mmmm..." She moaned while idling licking her lips.

Tressle watched on with morbid fascination. His eyes widened and his pupils shrank into the size of pinpricks as he watched Dinky licked the glistening substance with her tongue as if it was the sweetest thing in the world.

"Ew, that's gross!" Pastel blurted while shoving Dinky away from her. Dinky lost her balance, and fell flat on her face.

"Ow..." Said the little purple lump on the floor, but Tressle wasn't paying attention. She had landed facing away from Tressle, and had unknowingly exposed herself to him. Her tail had moved to the side and her tight purple little slit was there for him to see.

Something in the back of his head told him to look away, that what he was doing right now could land his flank straight in jail, but he couldn't.

Instead, he simply stared at it as if he was in a trance. He continued watching as Dinky lifted herself up with her hind legs first, raising her little flank up in the air, exposing herself even further. His eyes followed Dinky's movements as she slowly raised herself up from the floor.

"Getting excited are we?" 

Tressle yelped and nearly jumped out of his skin, causing the two children to look at him. He smiled sheepishly at them before turning behind him to look at his wife with a scowl. "What was that for?" He asked her irritably.

His wife merely smiled mischievously and pointed below him. He followed his wife's hoof and his eyes widened at what he saw. Unbeknownst to him, his penis had unsheathed, and was slowly increasing in length, pre cum slowly pooling at the tip. 

Tressle immediately covered his shame, which was somewhat difficult as a quadruped, and felt blood rushing to his cheeks. His ears splayed back and he grit his teeth.

"Oh...oh my..." He stuttered in disbelief. He looked at his wife with a pleading expression, but she merely looked away and whistled innocently. Realizing that he was on his own, he knew he needed to get away somehow, and deal with his 'problem'.

He trotted quickly around the kitchen counter and accidentally banged into the side of it, causing one of the plates to teeter and fall off.

*Crash!*

The two children turned to the source of the noise, and then to Tressle, who was sweating profusely. Remembering that his dick was erect and was in plain view for anyone to see, he quickly lowered the front half of his body, hiding his erection.

He started backing up slowly down the hallway with his flank in the air, hoping against hope that no one would notice, all the while smiling a little too widely. 

The two children merely stared at him with blank faces, until he reached the door at the end of the hallway which he quickly opened and closed behind him with a loud slam.

"Pastel?"

"Yes, Dinky?"

"You're dad's acting kinda weird." Dinky said.

"Gee, what gave that away?" Pastel deadpanned. 

~

Tressle had his back to the door, panting heavily. 'That was close...' he thought no himself.

He sighed and looked down to his throbbing erection and grimaced. He still couldn't believe that he got a hard on! What is he turning into?!

He sat heavily on his bed and planted his face in his hooves. He just wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear somehow. In his anguish, he failed to notice the door opening and closing softly.

"Mister Tressle? Are you okay?" 

Tressle's eyes snapped open in alarm and to his dismay, saw Dinky standing in front of him with an inquisitive look on her face. "What's that?" Dinky asked innocently while pointing with her hoof.

Tressle's jaw hung in disbelief, unable to form words as he realized that Dinky was pointing at his throbbing erection, which only seemed to be getting harder!

Tressle's mind was a jumbled mess as he tried to explain himself, stuttering like an idiot. In his hysteria, he failed to notice as Dinky slowly made her way closer to Tressle, her eyes wide with curiosity, until she was merely inches away from Tressle's boner. 

Tressle stopped his incessant rambling abruptly as he felt his member come in contact with something. "It's so warm..." He looked down to see Dinky's small hoof slowly running up and down his length. "And so squishy..."

Tressle was horrified beyond belief, but he couldn't deny the insurmountable pleasure he was feeling from Dinky's deft touch. He had the most confusing boner right now.

"D-Dinky, I-I th-think you s-should st-ah!" Tressle yelped as he felt Dinky fondling with his balls. 

He really should stop this. To scold her and tell her that what she was doing was wrong- but it feels so good!

He was fighting a losing battle and he knew it. Having the filly looking up at him with her innocent eyes while stroking his massive dick was arousing him like nothing else. Maybe...just maybe...he could indulge himself...just this once. Nobody had to know.

"This is my...penis, Dinky."

"Your...penis?" Said Dinky.

"Yes, a-and uh, if you rub it fast enough, you'll get a little surprise." Tressle said nervously.

Dinky's ears perked up at the word. "Surprise?" Dinky asked with excitement in her voice.

Tressle merely nodded his affirmation.

Dinky sped up her stroking, quickly running her little hooves up and down the entire length of his rock hard member with enthusiasm only a little filly could muster. Her service was jerky and inexperienced, but this only turned Tressle on even further.

"Hrng..." Tressle grunted.

"Are you okay, mister Tressle?" Dinky asked.

"Y-yes, Dinky." Tressle said in between grunts. "You know what would make the surprise come a little faster? Y-you could try licking it."

Dinky scrunched up her nose. "Lick it?" Dinky said unsurely.

"Y-yeah, like a lollipop." 

Dinky looked hesitant, but she gave in to her curiosity and took a tentative lick. "It's kinda salty..." 

"Trust me, Dinky. It'll get better over time." Tressle said.

Dinky took another few licks at the tip, lapping up the building pre cum while stroking his length. Tressle's eyes slowly rolled up to the back of his head due to the euphoria he was experiencing. His tongue hanging lazily at the side of his mouth which was sporting a large, goofy grin.

Instinctively, he had put both his forelegs to the back of her head, and gradually started pushing down. Dinky was about to complain, but she was cut short as Tressle pushed her down, all the way to the base, until his balls slapped her chin.

Dinky tried to tell Tressle to get off of her, but all that came out is a garbled mess. To Dinky's horror, Tressle started rolling his hips, before thrusting in and out of her. It was getting very hard to breath for Dinky, and tears were starting to build at the corner of her eyes as she continued to gag and choke on Tressle's dick.

Meanwhile, Tressle was in heaven, as he felt Dinky's throat contracting and massaging his dick as it tried to fight the intruder. He continued to thrust into her, increasing his pace and keeping her head in place with his hooves.

Dinky was sobbing, and was trying feebly to push Tressle away, as she felt herself slowly slipping into unconsciousness due to the lack of air.

gluk gluk gluk

Tressle had lost himself completely, and his thrusts were getting jerky. He felt a familiar pressure in his balls and he knew he was getting close. With one final thrust, he pushed his member in completely and buried it down Dinky's throat, cumming hard.

His member throbbed and twitched uncontrollably as he ejaculated again and again down Dinky's throat. As his orgasm died down, he pulled out of Dinky's throat and coated her face with his last few strands.

Tressle lied on his bed, completely exhausted from the ordeal. He took a moment to catch his breath, and tried coming up with a suitable explanation for his actions. The implications for what he had done are severe if it would to be found out, but the only reason why he wasn't freaking out right now was because of his post-coitus bliss.

"D-Dinky?" He called out. Nothing greeted him.

His eyes snapped open in alarm. "Dinky?" He called again a little louder. He looked over to the side of the bed and saw a crumpled lump at the foot of his bed, unmoving. 

Tressle's heart started beating like he was running in a marathon and his pupils shrank to the size of pinpricks. 'ohfuckohfuckohfuck'

Snapping out of his mini heart attack, he rushed to Dinky's side and put his hoof to her neck to look for a pulse.

He didn't find any. 

He stepped back and took stock of his situation.

Dinky was dead. He killed her. He had choked her with his semen.

His head started spinning. He needed to lie down. Yes, that's it. This was all just a nightmare. He smiled to himself. Yes, when he opened his eyes the next time, there won't be a dead Dinky on his bedroom floor.

Tressle laid down on his bed and closed his eyes, promptly falling into a fitful sleep.

After a few minutes, 'Dinky' opened her eyes and got up from the floor. She smiled wickedly before she was surrounded by a bright green flame to reveal a changeling.

"Next time, don't forget your anniversary motherfucker."

From that day on, Tressle never forgot another anniversary, birthday, or holiday ever again.

THE END