Well, this was a new one.

We all know who Bronystories is, right? Author of 120 Days of Blueblood and stuff like that? Hell, I’m his official riffer. But here’s the thing.

After I riffed Taming of the Screw, he decided to test me. He wrote a collab fic with TittySparkles called Family Bonds. It’s a clopfic, which is no big deal. But then he hit me with the two big points.

1. It’s an INCEST clopfic with the Cakes, and 2. He tailored the story with my riff in mind.

He knew that he wanted me to riff this and knew that I wouldn’t back down from a challenge. And here we are.

As usual, I have not read the story, but the simple fact that Bronystories WANTS this scares me.

Let’s get started. I bring to you, Family Bonds.

        Pinkie: Whoa! What’s this thing?!

        twow: My emotion cannon. Don’t play with it, it’s been more trouble then it’s worth.

        Pinkie: Aww! Can’t I just fire it once?

        twow: No! Pinkie!

        (The emotion cannon blows up in Pinkie’s hooves, covering her in smoke)

        twow: Damn it Pinkie!

        Dash: What’s going on in there?!

        twow: Pinkie’s blowing stuff up.

        (The smoke clears to reveal a flat-maned Pinkamena)

        twow: I was just kidding Pinkie!

        Pinkamena: Yeah, whatever.

        Dash: Are you alright Pinkie?

        (Pinkie’s mane poofs back up)

        Pinkie: Of course! What’s up Dashie?

        (The lab doors slam shut and lock)

        Dash: Just a riffing challenge for you and twow.

        twow: Wait, challenge? By who?

Dash: That Bronystories guy. Apparently, he worked on a story with another author and had you riffing it in mind.

        twow: Huh. I’m kinda flattered.

        (Pinkie’s mane deflates)

        twow: Oh shit. The effect from the gun is causing your emotions to shift!

        Pinkamena: Is that bad?

        twow: A bit unnerving. I think that you SHOULD be okay.

        Pinkie: If you say! What’s the story Dashie?

Dash: It’s called “Family Bonds” and you’re gonna have to just read it to figure it out.

twow: Thanks a bunch Dash.

Dash: Anytime.

*BUZZ*

twow and Pinkie: We’ve got story sign!

        As the lanky stallion Carrot Cake awoke from his slumber, the only sounds that greeted him were the snores erupting from his sleeping wife and the throbbing of his own eardrums.

        Pinkie: That’s the best music ever.

        twow: (singing) “The hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiils are alive...”

 Doing his best to pull his body up, his whole body felt like it was vibrating at a high speed as everything started to come into focus.

        twow: Sugar’ll do that do ya.

 Feeling a yawn coming up from him, he could smell the cheap alcohol on his breath, but the main source of the smell was coming from the sleeping mare beside him. Turning his head to face her, he quickly noticed the blue mare, Cup Cake, was sprawled out on her side of the bed holding a bottle of brandy in her hoof.

twow: Cup drinks?

        Pinkamena: Not THAT much.

 Her usually whipped mane was flat and beyond messed up to be considered bed hair. It was a rather pitiful sight to see and he looked away from it to a side table.

        twow: Awww.

        Pinkie: That IS kinda sad.

 Resting on the oak was a clock reading it was 7:27 and the stallion was ready to fall back asleep, but the feeling of his full bladder told him otherwise. Quickly blinking his eyes so they could focus, he moved from out of the covers and all his joints awoke with a startling cracking sound.

        Pinkie: Who broke all the branches?

        twow: (facepalm)

        “Ughhh… thank Faust it’s Sunday…” Carrot Cake groaned quickly remembering it was the family’s free day to be ponies.

        Pinkamena: What.

        twow: Lulz.

        He didn’t have to get the cube opened up, and was happy to be able to take his time for once. As he thought about what he would do for the day, a small smile formed on his face but quickly disappeared when he heard the sound of his sleeping wife passing gas in the bed.

        twow: How rude.

        Pinkie: Now she’s gotta apologize!

He looked back and shook his head in shame for her.

        Carrot and Cup’s marriage had been slowly degrading over the long years and the only thing they had to show for it was a set of twins.

        Pinkamena: That’s not a BAD thing, ya know.

        twow: Maybe he wanted more?

 At the time he was happy to have kids he'd come to raise, but at the same time he doubted they were his. Considering both of them were earth ponies and the kids were a pegasus and a unicorn put extreme doubt in his mind.

        twow: You live in a world with MAGIC.

        Pinkamena: True. This could happened. In fact, it already has!

When approached about the differences in races, he would always bring up past linage to make it seem probable. He wanted to believe he was the father of his kids, Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake, and even convinced himself that it was his slightly mixed lineage that caused the different races to be born, but deep down he know otherwise.

        twow: You were TOLD to not go to the sperm bank but noooooooooo...

He couldn’t leave them though, considering he spent years raising them as his own and put so much effort into the bakery he and his wife owned. Why go through the Hell of divorce when your bakery is the second-biggest business in Ponyville next to Sweet Apple Acres?

        Pinkie: Because you love each other!

        twow: Yeah. Divorce is never the answer.

 It was either shut up and be rich, or end up whiny and poor. The choice was easy, and for a long time he stayed the loving father and faithful husband he was supposed to be.

        twow: Good. Keep it that way.

        Pinkamena: But is he going too?

        twow: God, I hope so.

        The sudden feeling of his bladder needing that relief nagged him again and he quickly departed from his room. Still thinking about his life, he didn’t hear the sound of the shower running as he headed to the bathroom. Before he could realize it, he had opened the door and saw his daughter washing herself down before she turned around and screamed.

        Pinkie: “Dad! I’m taking a bubble bath!”

        twow: Did she just not have the curtain shut?

 While mostly all ponies were used to not wearing clothes, it was a universal knowledge to never intrude on another pony while they were in the bathroom. As Pumpkin Cake quickly covered her parts up with her tail, Carrot froze and just stared at her.

        twow: “Damn, I’d tap that.” (smacked by Pinkamena)

        Pinkamena: You have problems.

        twow: I have ninety-nine of them. Happily, a daughter ain’t one.

 She was a beautiful pony no doubt. Though she lacked a cutie mark, she was just hitting her teenage years.

twow: Alright, so she’s about twelve.        

        She had a very light yellow coat, along with an orange mane that was usually in ponytails, but considering she was showering, her brilliant mane was flat and hanging over her shoulders.

        Pinkamena: Why are we getting details about how she looks during a shower?

        twow: Why NOT. (smacked by Pinkamena)

While she had a face of shock, it quickly turned into a carefree smile once she saw who entered the bathroom.

        “Daddy! Don’t look! You scared me.”

        twow: “Now get out! I’m trying to masterbate!”

        Pinkie: T!

        Her voice was cheerful and very optimistic, yet was laced with the naivety of a child.  Even when she told her father to look away she was too cheerful for her own good.  At that moment Carrot didn’t catch it, as he looked away red faced and embarrassment.

        Pinkie: “I thought this was the kitchen.”

        twow: “I’ll be downstairs making waffles.”

        “S-sorry sweetheart!” He quickly stammered out as he exited the bathroom with haste while closing it behind him.

        Clear of his daughter's dripping wet body, Carrot took a moment and leaned against the door, while panting for a bit of air.

        twow: Dude, it wasn’t THAT deep.

        Pinkamena: Did you ever walk in on a female showering?

        twow: My little sister.

        Pinkamena: How did that go?

        twow: I screamed, ran out of the room, and slammed my head into a wall.

        Pinkamena: Wow.

        twow: It worked.

 He was so into his thoughts that the sound of the shower never registered and it actually scared him to see his daughter in there. Yet for the brief seconds he saw her, he couldn’t help but notice how much she reminded him of his wife in her younger days.

        Pinkie: She got her mom’s beauty.

        twow: And...charm?

 Back before she became a fat, hopeless drunk, Cup Cake was the most beautiful Ponyville had ever seen. Just remembering how many stallions tried to be with her was a testament to that fact.

        twow: Damn.

        Pinkie: Mrs. Cake is still beautiful!

        twow: ...not gonna make the joke.

 Considering the probable lineage of his children, Carrot began to wonder just how many of those stallions had been intimate with his wife after their marriage.

        twow: 4. I counted.

        Pinkamena: Can I stab you?

        twow: I have a carrot in the left drawer.

        Carrot’s story was almost pulled from a book itself from the way it turned out.  An average pony that would never have a chance at her yet somehow he managed to catch her eye amongst the sea of boys wanting her.  Yet that story was just a distant memory to the present and he wished he could go back and be happy.

        twow: Hop in my TARDIS.

        Pinkie: But don’t blame us if you wanna come back!

        The more he thought about his wife, the more his mind put his daughter in her image.

        Pinkamena: What.

        twow: It’s gonna be one of those stories...

It had been a growing problem for him for the last few weeks and it wasn’t getting any better. The addition of not getting any action from Cup wasn’t helping him either, but even if she offered he would decline. He felt no sexual desire or real love for her anymore, thanks to her drinking habits.

        twow: Being drunk doesn’t turn you on?

        Pinkamena: How in the hell would that turn ANYPONY on?!

        twow: I’ve seen some horrible things...

His sexually-active mind was burning with taboo images between him and his daughter enjoying each other’s warmth in his bed. Slightly tilting his head to the side, he brought his hoof up and pressed against his forehead in an effort to kill the visions.

twow: Bullet’ll clear that right up.

Pinkamena: Or a knife.        

        “I need a drink.” Carrot said in a very uncomfortable tone, as he brought his hoof back down and started walking for the stairs.

Pinkie: Like some water?

twow: You KNOW what he’s gonna get Pinkie.        

        Moving with a bit more energy in his body, he trotted down the staircase and walked into the kitchen to raid his wife's stash of liquor. It wasn’t hard to find, considering it was plainly in the fridge for everyone to see.

        twow: It was missing a sign that said, “Come and get it!”

The twins knew about their mothers’ alcoholic problem she started to develop, but never spoke to her about it in case she would get violent and start making a mess.

        "Her parent's should've named her Rum Cake," Carrot thought mirthlessly.

        Pinkamena: twow, don’t you DARE replace that “r” with a “c”.

        twow: And you say that I have the dirty mind. (thrown by Pinkamena)

        Quickly opening up the fridge, Carrot grabbed the bottle of vodka and quickly rolled off the top and took a shot. He wasn’t a hopeless drunk like he wife, and knew his limits very well. As he felt the smooth liquor travel down his throat, he closed his eyes and shook his head feeling a bit better and more alert.

        Pinkie: Alcohol is the new caffeine!

        twow: Except that it’s for ages 18 and up.

        As he started to put on the cap, he heard the shower from upstairs turn off, along with the sound of hooves for a brief few seconds. Turning his head to the direction of the sound, he took a deep breath and knew a slightly awkward meeting would happen.

        Pinkamena: “So remember how you walked in on me?”

        twow: “About that, come upstairs with me for a second.”

 Before his daughter trotted down the stairs, he pulled a box of her favorite cereal out, along with a jug of milk, and a bowl. It was a habit for him to get the food out for the kids when they woke up in the morning.

        twow: Just like a real father.

        Pinkamena: Minus the whole lustful thoughts.

        “Morning daddy!” Pumpkin said in an oddly cheerful tone and she walked into the kitchen and sat at the table with him.

        “Morning sweetheart.” He said quietly. “Sorry about walking in while you were showering.”

        “It’s alright!” She answered back before lighting up her horn and filling the bowl with the milk and cereal.

        twow: Why is she so fucking HAPPY?

        Pinkie: Because it’s time to eat!

        twow: I get that, but she should be a little concerned about her dad walking in on her!

        Carrot remained silent and just stared at his daughter. She was beautiful no doubt, and most likely had lots of the school kids interested in her. That carefree expression along with her neatly done ponytailed mane gave her an irresistible look. It was the exact same beauty Carrot was attracted to when Cup was about her age.

        Pinkamena: Geez. Take a damn picture already.

        twow: What’s with the mouth Pinkie?

Pinkamena: This story angers me. And before you start, you had Dinky in here swearing.

        twow: That was on YOU.

Carrot saw it, and was oddly attracted to it. It could have been her beauty, or it could have been his sex-deprived mind that was playing with him, but the more he thought about her, the more those same acts played with his mind, putting a rather uncomfortable feeling in his gut.

        twow: And headaches in our brains.

 If he wasn’t sitting at the table, his daughter would have noticed a slightly growing erection under it and would have been very curious about it. The funny thing was she would have laughed at it and thought nothing of it, since she hadn’t learned about sex yet, and wouldn’t until a few more years in school.

        twow: What?! Bullshit!

        Pinkie: What’s wrong?

twow: My little sisters are ten and eight, and they KNOW what sex is. There’s NO reason that Pumpkin shouldn’t know, especially if she’s about to be a teenager!

        “Is something wrong daddy?” Pumpkin said getting ready to bring a spoonful of cereal to her mouth. “Your face looks a bit funny.”

        “I-I’m fine sweetheart. I think I’m just hungry.” He replied quickly, caught off guard by her sudden question.

twow: “For your inner fluids.” (brained by Pinkamena) Why can’t you be normal when I say things like that?!

Pinkamena: The universe wants you to get hit.

        “Here let me get you a bowl!” She replied in a cheerful tone as her horn lit up and she pulled out a bowl from the cupboard and floated it to him.

        “You’re very good with your magic Pumpkin. Having you work in the bakery has made our lives a lot easier.”  He replied trying to find a way to get his mind off his current thoughts.

        Pinkie: Eat a cupcake!

        twow: Preferably one laced with sleeping pills.

        Carrot calmed down a bit and tried to focus on the abilities of his kids. Thanks to them being either a unicorn or a pegasus, business became so much easier for them and much more profitable. Carrot knew they would get their cutie marks in baking, but so far they had remained blank flanks.

        Pinkamena: Then maybe they WON’T be bakers.

        twow: Pumpkin’s gonna be an artist, and Pound’s gonna be a pimp.

        “I try my best to help you and mommy out.” She said as she took another mouthful of cereal. “Mhm…The more I learn, the less pressure falls on you.”

        “That’s true, and both of us are very thankful. I just wish your mother would show it…” Carrot said as he sulked his head down a bit.

        twow: “Show it to me and not her bottle...”

        Pinkie: “Is that why the bottle had lipstick on it?”

        “Are you mad at mom?” Pumpkin asked.

        “N-no I just…well, you know your mother has a small problem…” Carrot said, unable to look his daughter in the eye.

        Pinkie: “She’s addicted to grass.”

        twow: “NO! NOT THE GRASS!”

        “Mom’s just going through a rough patch in life," Pumpkin said, matter-of-factually,"Mrs. Cheerilee and Big Macintosh had something similar happen to them not long ago but they got over it.”

        “Sweetheart, how do you know that?” Carrot asked.

        “Not telling!” Pumpkin said, as her face suddenly reddened.

        twow: “I had a first row seat.” (curb-stomped by Pinkamena)

        Carrot went silent and gave his daughter a rather curious eye, but knew she wouldn’t say a word. When she wasn’t in the bakery or at home, Pumpkin Cake was one of Mrs. Cheerilee best students at school. No doubt Pumpkin weaned her way into her good side and may heard or saw a few things that weren’t meant for her ears.

twow: Um, no. Cheerilee is an adult, and would know better than to tell her student anything she wasn’t supposed to know.

        Pinkie: Yeah! There’s a reason that she’s great at what she does!

        “You and mommy should talk to each other! I don’t want to see the both of you unhappy.” Pumpkin said, finishing the last spoonful of her meal.

        “I’ll talk to her later once she wakes up.” He said.

        “And once she’s sober…” He muttered under his breath so his daughter didn’t catch it.

        Pinkie: “And hungry.”

        twow: “And horny.”

        “What was that?” She asked as she got out of her sit and levitated her bowl to the sink.

        “It was…”

        Carrot stopped in mid-sentence as he watched his daughter trot to the sink, letting her naturally curvy hips sway, drawing his eyes to them in an almost hypnotic manner. Along with her swaying, foal-bearing hips, his locked eyes noticed her neatly combed, orange tail swishing about hiding a bit of pink he would see for a brief second until it passed.

        twow: Uhhhhhhhhhhhh.

        Pinkamena: Wow. I need to stab a lot of things now.

 Again those mental images of both of them invaded his weak mind almost causing him to panic.

        “Hmm?” Pumpkin voiced as she peered over her shoulder with a curious look on her voice.

        “It-it was nothing!” He answered quickly as he turned away red faced.

        “If you say so, I’m going to go study a bit of magic for a bit and then visit my friends alright?” Pumpkin replied not thinking much about his sudden pause.

        twow: You have the mindset of a squirrel.

        Carrot was thankful for her attitude. She was a smart kid, but oh so naive.

        Pinkamena: Don’t we know it.

It was thanks to that, that he never had to back himself up for looking at her like he just did. It wasn’t the first, but today it seemed to nag him more than before. If he didn’t find a way to deal with his sexually-active mind, he knew he would lose it.

        Pinkie: Can’t he just go take care of it himself?

        twow: Wouldn’t be the same.

        “Uhh…sure, you go study while I go wake up your mother and talk with her.” He replied wanting to sound he was going to take her advice.

        “Alright! You and mommy can work out your problems, I just know it!” She replied with a big toothy grin and she trotted beside him and gave his cheek a quick kiss before she turned around and went for the stairs.

        twow: D’awww

        Pinkie: So adorable!

        Carrot remained quiet and just wanted his daughter trot away and head back up before he noticed something wrong with him. While he was lost in his mental images, he got hardened up without even realizing it. Looking down he saw his stallionhood, fully erect and twitching.

        twow: Hair trigger much? And to your DAUGHTER?!

        Pinkamena: BAD IMAGE GET LOST!

He was lucky it was hidden from view thanks to the table, but the fact he was getting hard over his daughter made him feel wrong. Leaning his head on the table, he groaned with frustration at his problem and wondered how to fix it.

        “Maybe I should talk to Cup.” He said to himself as he tried to calm himself down.

        twow: If she’s even awake.

        Pinkie: Buckets of water solve everything!

        He became quiet for a few minutes hoping his erection would die down so he could walk around the house without feeling awkward. He was thankful that Pound Cake was still sleeping and his wife was still passed out, but even though they were asleep, he was still nervous someone would see it.

twow: I mean, as long as you don’t go outside and start waving it like a flag you SHOULD be fine.

        Pinkie: (busts up laughing)

 Realizing it wasn’t going down, he slowly went to all fours and tried to walk it off. It was very uncomfortable for him to walk around with a raging hard-on hovering below his stomach, begging to get any attention. Even when he tried to walk up the stairs, he felt like a newborn foal trying to climb it for the first time.

        twow: Just do the deed there!

        Pinkamena: REALLY.

        twow: What? He’d be fine!

        Looking down he saw the door to his room open, and the vision of his passed out wife was the only thing to greet his eyes. Just looking at her made him feel like a pitiful fool. The sexiest mare in Ponyville now nothing but a stinking drunk.

        twow and Pinkamena: YEAH. WE GET THE POINT.

 He was honestly surprised she never pissed the bed at night or even threw up all over it.  Speaking of piss, his bladder gave him a friendly reminder that he still needed to relief himself.

        Pinkie: Wait, Bronystories helped with this?

        twow: Yeah, and it looked like he failed a spot check.

        Pinkie: Even I don’t know how to “relief” myself!

 Seeing the open bathroom door nearby, he knew this time it was clear and ready for him. With a bit of haste in his step, he trotted into it and got hit in the face with the lingering mist still about.

        Pinkie: Ouch.

        twow: He should have ducked.

        Walking over to the toilet, Carrot stood on his hindlegs and aimed his still throbbing erection at the toilet. A bit of the yellow liquid drizzled onto the floor and lid, but after a quick adjustment he hit the mark.

        twow: He missed the bulls-eye.

        Pinkie: Gotta practice more, Mr. Cake!

The feeling was much deserved, and with a loud sigh he felt a bit more relaxed now that he wasn’t worried about pissing on the floor.

        Pinkamena: If that’s a concern at your age, you need some help.

 After giving it a few last shakes to make sure none of it dripped onto the floor, Carrot quickly cleaned up the small mess he made, and turned for the sink.

        Quickly turning on the cold water, he put his hooves under it, and splashed a bunch of it on his face to try and shake off the feeling.

        twow: “Alright, it was just a dream. I’m not in a shitty fanfic.”

        Pinkamena: (looks up) “Damn it!”

Finally calming down, he felt his erection going back down putting a soft smile on his face. Before it went back into its limp state, he suddenly heard the distant sound of someone humming a tune. A quick deduction and he knew it was his daughter humming a small tune in her room while studying.

        twow: (humming the My Little Pony theme)

        Pinkie: I wanna join in! (starts humming with twow)

 He paused for a minute, letting the melody ring in his ears before he reached for a nearby towel rack to dry his face off. Once it was free of water, he fell back to all fours and made for the door.

        Arriving back in the hallway the melody got a bit louder and much clearer.

        twow: That’s usually how it works. You get closer to a sound, you hear it better.

 Turning his head to the sound, he saw Pumpkin’s door wide open with her sitting on the bed, reading a book while flipping the pages with her magic. Once again he smiled and turned for his room before his smile faded away into a look of pity.

        Pinkamena: “I wish I could read like that.”

        twow: Homework on the weekend. Fuck that.

There was his wife, sprawled across the bed, nearly falling over the side with a bottle in her hoof. Her mane was a mess and he could smell the stale liquor from where he was standing, and wondered how he managed to sleep through the smell of it.

        Pinkamena: You’ve only hammered that point into our heads though the ENTIRE story!

        twow: It was more like a drill.

 With a heavy head, he started for the room in hopes he could fix his failing marriage, but before he entered the room, all his senses focused on the melody from behind him.

        Slowing turning his head around, his eyes once again found his daughter, studying without a care in the world.

        twow: He did a 360.

        Pinkie: Impressive!

 Again those thoughts started to surface and know he was really finding it hard to resist. There was a source for his happiness at the far end of the hallway and he wished he could partake in it without being called a freak.

        twow: That’s never going to happen, you sick fuck.

        Pinkamena: And prison will welcome you with open arms.

 Giving his head a quick shake, he turned back for his room but saw nothing but sadness and regret waiting for him on his bed. He could attempt to patch up their love life but it was hard to repair something that refused to be fixed.

        twow: That shouldn’t stop you from trying!

        Pinkie: It’s not just about you, you gotta remember your children!

He could try for his daughter’s sake but it would accomplish nothing for him. Even if he did there would be nothing but false love waiting for him in her, yet if he went for his daughter there would be happiness, but at what cost?

        Pinkamena: Your freedom?

        twow: Your family?

        Pinkamena: Your home?

        twow: Your soul?

        His troubled mind began to figure out the aftermath of both directions. He could commit incest with his daughter but if his wife found out the marriage would be over and the fallout would be disastrous, yet if he could convince Pumpkin it was a proper thing for fathers and daughters to

do, then such things could be gotten away with.

        twow: The logic in this is as stable as a wet loaf of bread.

It would have been easy convincing the naive filly considering sex wasn’t taught at her grade level and it won’t be until a year or two down the road.

        twow: Hold up a fucking second. We’ve established that she’s about twelve, right?

        Pinkie: Yeah.

twow: That would put her around seventh grade. I learned about sex in FIFTH grade. Why in the FUCK does she know NOTHING about it?!

        Pinkamena: And in any case, she’s gotta have heard stuff from her classmates.

        His mind went to the next scenario of talking with his wife about her problem and their failing marriage.

        twow: The good idea.

 There was a good chance she would push it off and not want to deal with it, considering she always had a bit of a temper when it came to talking about her problems.

        Pinkie: “Don’t get mad, get glad!”

        twow: Haven’t heard that one in a while.

It wouldn’t have been the first time he tried to get her to cut back on drinking, and that talk turned into a verbal fight that ended with him leaving the house for the night and staying at his long-time friends place, Filthy Rich.

        twow: Huh. That’s interesting.

        Pinkie: What is, T?

        twow: I wonder if that friendship will come into play later.

        The directions tugged at the seams of his mind, ready to tear him apart if he didn’t pick one. He gave it more thought before he made his decision. With a deep breath, he walked to his door and closed it so she wouldn’t hear anything from across the hall.

        twow: What.

        Pinkamena: He’s not.

 He knew she won’t wake up from the noise but it was better safe than sorry. Once the door clicked into place, he turned around and made his way to her room.

twow: WHAT.

Pinkamena: HE’S NOT.

        “Sweetheart, can I talk to you about something?” Carrot’s voice echoed in the rather cold room as he let himself in.

        twow and Pinkamena: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-

        “Mhm? Oh hi Daddy, what do you want to talk about?” She answered back, slightly surprised to see her father again so soon.

        twow: “Where’s my carrot?”

        Carrot paused and thought about the backlash this would cause in the future, but pushed it away not wanting to deal with it. He wanted to be happy and he wanted to show his daughter he loved her.

        Pinkamena: NO, you sick jerk! That’s NOT HOW IT WORKS!

        twow: You son of a BITCH.

        Dash: (from TV) Well, that’s a signal for a break.

        Dash: Man you guys. I’m sorry.

        twow: What the hell am I even READING.

Pinkie: The plot of the story makes no sense at all! It’s like a puzzle randomly thrown together.

        twow: With half the pieces missing and the others aren’t even for that puzzle.

        Pinkie: And...this isn’t Mr. Cake! He’s completely faithful to Mrs. Cake!

        twow: And I’m willing to bet that he doesn’t want to bone his own daughter.

        Pinkamena: HE DOESN’T.

        twow: And that makes me hate what’s gonna happen next.

        Pinkie: (hugging twow) This story just makes me so sad.

        twow: Yeah, that tends to happen when dealing with Bronystories.

        Dash: He normally writes this weird stuff?!

twow: Dash, you know this. Hell, you were THERE for your own chapter in 120 Days of Blueblood.

        Dash: Don’t remind me.

        Pinkamena: (pulling away from twow) Alright, lets finish this.

        twow: You sure?

        Pinkamena: Yeah, but let’s try to get through this in one shot.

        twow: We’ll certainly try.

        *BUZZ*

        twow and Pinkamena: We’ve got story sign!

        “Before I talk to your mother, I want to talk to you about something that fathers do with their daughters when they get old enough.”

        twow: “It’s called shopping.”

        Pinkie: “Grab your bits.”

        Carrot was calm, in fact almost too calm for his own liking. It could have been the naive smile on his daughters’ face that did it, or maybe it was him actually going through with his obscure plan.

        Pinkamena: I’m still going with my theory of you being a damn nutcase.

        twow: Seconding that.

        Carrot started to trot for the bedside, feeling his stomach in his throat and his heart beat in his ears. Between his legs, his erection bounced as he walked and he could see his daughter looking at it with a curious eye.

        twow: “Oh look, a popsicle!” (punched by Pinkamena)

 He was glad he never taught his kids about sex and how it should only be between adults.

        On Pumpkin's end, watching her father trot toward her, made her felt a bit uneasy as she saw his penis long and hard like it was. It wasn’t the first time she saw it out of its sheath,

        twow: What.

        Pinkamena: That’s a sentence that I never want to see again.

 but it was the first time she ever saw it hard, and though she was a bit nervous, she kept her smile on her face so she won’t worry her dad. Besides why should she be scared of her father?

        Pinkie: Because he’s not in his right mind?

        twow: And because he wants to rut the hell out of you.

        “You trust me right sweetheart?” He asked her as he crawled onto the bed and sat beside her.

twow and Pinkamena: Nope.        

        “Of course I trust you!” She replied.

        twow and Pinkamena: Damn it.

        Pumpkin watched as his hoof came to her chin and pushed it up so her face was level with his, forcing her to look in his eyes. As she looked into them, Carrot pushed his face forward and brought his lips to hers which caught the young filly off guard.

        Pinkie: WHAT?!

        twow: You sick bastard.

 The only time she ever saw her dad kiss a pony on the lips was with her mother when they looked very happy together and always thought it was something that they could only do to each other.

        twow: That’s because it IS.

        Pinkie: Hugs though, they are universal.

        As their lips pressed together, Pumpkin felt a rather uneasy feeling swell within her as he ran his hooves along her fur, moving it down her spine and resting it just above the base of her tail. A bit worried, she gave off a soft ‘mhm’ in hopes he would pull away and explain what he was doing.

        Pinkamena: She was telling him to back the hell up.

        twow: You can translate that also?

        “It’s alright sweetheart, daddies always do this kind of thing when their daughters get old enough.” He said as he pulled away like she wanted.

        twow: “Only in the south.” (brained by Applejack)

        Pinkie: Wow T. How did THAT happen?!

        twow: (dazed) I don’t know, but that hurt like a bitch.

        “But what about Pound Cake?” She asked wondering if her brother would get the same thing.

        “Your brother and your mother will do the same thing, so you don’t have to worry about it.” Carrot replied quickly making up the lie without looking bad, and got ready to move in for another kiss.

        Pinkamena: That’s....

        twow: This story isn’t done. That scares me.

 Pumpkin believed his words and accepted the new affection she was receiving from him, but still feeling a bit uncomfortable about it.

        Pinkamena: Then get away!

twow: “Remember kids, if there’s someone touching you in anyway that makes you feel uncomfortable, that’s no good.”

        She could feel her heart thumping in her chest, at an intense speed as the kissing continued. Her father drew her closer to him so he could bring his hooves around her body and keep her close. The way her father hugged her and started moving his kisses upward to her forehead made her feel cold and clammy even with his warm body against hers.

        twow: That’s called fear, sweetheart.

        Pinkie: I just wanna hug her!

        twow: It would be less creepy.

        “I love you sweetheart.” Carrot said noticing she was being oddly quiet for once.

        “I know. This just feels weird.” She replied with a bit of worry in her voice as she looked behind her shoulder and saw his erection poking upward and twitchy.

        twow: “Agh, it’s moving!!”

        “I promise it will be okay. Everyone does this so you don’t need to worry.”

        Pinkie: No, everypony does not!!

        twow: Ah, the logic of retards. Beautiful.

        Carrot stroked her orange mane in an attempt to make her feel a bit easier. In the back of his mind, he knew he was going too far, but he was already too far in to pull away. The same choices remained from before and he wanted happiness over a broken marriage.

        twow: The way you’re going, you're going to have a broken family.

        Pinkamena: Which is a lot worse, BTW.

        Done with his pointless kissing, he just held her body in place and stroked her mane quietly thinking on what to do next. He wanted to stick his erection into her beautiful body, but he wanted to try and make her feel a bit more easy, and hopefully more sexually active.

        twow: Not gonna happen.

        Pinkamena: YOU ARE HER FATHER.

        A sudden realization hit him, causing him to remember something his daughter once talked about. He didn’t remember exactly when but Pumpkin had asked him about wanting a little sister in the family. Back then he laughed and thought she was just being silly, but giving it more thought he could try using that to his advantage.

        Pinkie: “Remember that sister you wanted?”

        twow: “You’re gonna help me make one!”

        Pinkie: It’s gonna go like that, isn’t it?

        twow: Probably.

        “Sweetie, do you want to know where babies come from?” He asked her.

        “What?” She replied a bit confused to why he suddenly asked her that question.

        “Would you like to know where babies come from?” He asked again, hoping she would say yes.

        Pinkie: “I already know!”

        twow: ....Wut.

        “Uh…ok.” Pumpkin not really sure what to think about it.

        With a soft smile, he turned his eyes down and brought his hoof to his rock hard erection poking up from his lap.

        "This is where babies come from." Carrot Cake said, as he showed Pumpkin his dick.

        twow: You’re already doing it wrong. If you’re going to teach her, at least do it right!

        "You mean I came from there?" Pumpkin said, her young mind unable to fully grasp the concept.

        Pinkamena: No, that played a PART in it.

        Carrot paused hearing the words that SHE came from there. Carrot Cake's lip curled as he thought about his wife's many suspected infidelities. He knew that there was no chance that Pumpkin Cake was his biological daughter, so this wouldn't technically be incest.

        twow: Um, bullshit.

        Pinkamena: She’s still part of your family!

        twow: That’s like saying that I could fuck my sister because I’m adopted.

        "That's right, Pumpkin," Carrot Cake lied through his teeth while trying to hide the hint of malice in his voice.

        "Are there more brothers or sisters in there?" Pumpkin asked.

        "Lots more," Carrot said, "but in order to make a foal, a daddy needs a mommy to help."

        Pinkie: And as we can see, Pumpkin isn’t quite there yet.

        twow: She’s a mommy to plastic dolls.

        "Is there anything I could do?" Pumpkin said, "I'd really like a little sister to play with."

        Carrot Cake smiled. This was going to be easier than he thought.

        Pinkamena: IT SHOULDN’T BE.

        "If you want a little sister to play with, there's something else you've got to play with first," Carrot said, gesturing to his penis, "Daddy's penis needs to be hard and wet. You can help by sucking on it like a lollipop."

        twow: “Is it cherry flavored?”

        Pinkie: “I only want blueberry!”

        Pumpkin Cake hesitated.

        "Ew, daddy," Pumpkin said, "That's gross. You pee from there and it’s hard right now."

        twow: Not to mention the 86 other problems with this scene.

        Pinkamena: And they all start with C.

        "Do you want a little sister, or not?" Carrot Cake asked, ignoring the last part of it.

        "Yes, daddy," Pumpkin said, sadly.

        Pumpkin eyed the shaft with a very curious eye as she still tried to figure out how it worked.

        twow: It’s a dick.

        Pinkamena: She can NOT be this naive.

 Bringing her nose to it, she sniffed it and found it had an odd smell to it. It had a mix of sweat, piss, and even a hint of her mother’s alcohol on it.

        twow: Do not want to know why.

        Pinkie: He went swimming.

        twow: In alcohol?!

        Pinkie: It could happen!

Turning her eyes upward, she saw her father waiting ever so patiently for her to start. Carrot knew his daughter had a knack for sucking on things in her youth and hoped that habit stuck with her.

        Pinkamena: That’s...convenient.

        twow: Plot device. Calling it now.

        Bringing her hooves to hold onto the sides of it, Carrot shivered as she pressed against. He watched her open her little mouth and latch it around the head of it, starting to suck on the tip.

        Carrot gasped as the wet, velvety tongue touch the tip of his cock, sending another shiver throughout his body. As soon as he did, Pumpkin pulled away with a disturbed look on her face.

        twow: “Wait, what the hell am I DOING?!”

        Pinkie: “This is mommy’s job!”

        “Bleh, I taste pee.” She said twisting her face to one reflecting her disgust.

        “That taste will go away dear, but you had a very good start there. Try placing your lips on the side of it, like your brother does when he tries to play his harmonica.” Carrot replied eager to feel his daughters’ lips around it again.

        twow: And I can never look at a harmonica again.

        Pumpkin took a second to remember what her brother looked like he tried to play with his little noise maker that annoyed her on several occasions. With the mental note in her mind, she pressed her lips against the shaft and moving it up and down to mimic the motion in her mind.

        Pinkie: Except that no beautiful music will take place.

        twow: The music of regret.

Carrot grinned as he felt her warm lips work their magic, making his erection pulse with life.

        Pumpkin did what she was asked for while dealing with the odd taste of it, along with the smell as well. It tasted like piss and salt, and it reeked of sweat and fur, making her to almost not want to suck it.

        Pinkie: Ewww.

        twow: That is nasty. The least he could have done was take a shower first.

 Even while she sucked, she wondered how she would get a new brother or sister by doing what she was doing.

        Pumpkin stopped briefly as she felt her father’s hoof rest against her mane. Looking up without removing her lips, she could notice a very satisfied look on his face. Whatever she was doing, she must have been doing it right.

        twow: Don’t ask me.

        Pinkamena: That’s a whole nother conversation.

        “Make sure you get it wet on every side dear.” Carrot said to her, petting her mane lightly.

        “Ok,” She replied moving to the front of it, ready to serve.

        twow: “Would you like ketchup with that?”

        Pinkamena: Might make it taste better.

        Carrot tilted his head back and moaned as quiet as he could as she put her tongue near the base of his shaft and trailed upward to the tip of it before licking the tip. He could feel his body tightening up as she expertly worked her tongue and lips on his sensitive erection.

        Pinkie: Suckers do come in handy!

        twow: Please stop talking.

Letting her work, Carrot started to recall all the times his wife sucked him off before when they were more sexually active and all of them fell short of what his daughter was doing.

twow: Damn. Apparently Mrs. Cake really sucked at her job. (curb-stomped by Pinkamena)

        “Sweetheart, see how much of it you can fit in your mouth.” He ordered greatly interested in how deep she could take it.

        Pinkie: How deep CAN she take it?

        twow: I’m more interested in where that comma disappeared to.

        Pumpkin obeyed and opened her mouth to try and fit the tip into her mouth. Once the tip was back inside, she started to suck on the tip really hard, mimicking the sucking of a pacifier, further arousing the stallion. To Carrot is was almost adorable if not a bit creepy to think he was getting sucked off by an infant, yet to Pumpkin it just came natural to suck on something in her mouth.

        twow: Oh trust us, it’s fucking creepy.

        Pinkamena: And calling her a “infant” increased that by 250%.

        Moving her head down, she tried to see just how much her throat could handle before she felt lie gagging.

        Pinkie: She’s gonna lie down and gag?

        twow: I’m going to guess that BS didn’t WRITE the story.

 She made it about an inch and a bit before she pulled away and started coughing.

        twow: Damn. Good job.

        Pinkamena: You are insane.

        twow: I have to find any humor I can.

        “T-that hurt…” She rasped while holding her throat.

        “Take it slowly and don’t try to force it and this time bob your head up and down.” He replied remaining calm and collected.

        Pinkamena: Easier said than done.

        twow: That’s disturbing in many ways.

        Pumpkin coughed a few more times before she was able to clear her throat and try for another round. Putting her lips back around it, she pushed down and back up like he instructed making him a very happy stallion. Her pace was slow and rather sloppy, but her salivating mouth managed to lube the erection very much.

        twow: That’s a pleasant image.

        Pinkamena: What the fu...

 Even with her sporadic pacing, it was still enough to start getting the stallion off.

        “S-Sweetheart, bring your hooves to the side and stroke for me.” Carrot panted wanting her to go faster for him.

        Pumpkin remained silent, taking her mouth off the tip to stroke it properly.

        Pinkamena: How is she so good at this just from him telling her how to do it?

        twow: I’m blaming the plot fighting with the reason and neither won.

 Carrot noticed and wanted her to keep on sucking but he didn’t want her to get disgusted by the taste of it and stop.

        Pinkamena: But we wish you would.

        twow: Your emotions are getting more sporadic.

        Pinkie: I know! It’s really weird!

        twow: No, I’m worried about you.

        “Like this?” Pumpkin asked, putting the sides of her hooves to both sides of his shaft, going at a slow motion so she knew she was getting it right.

        “Perfect, but just a bit faster, like you’re rolling dough in the bakery.” He asked quickly noting how fast she rolls the dough when in the kitchen with him.

        twow: Don’t tell her do it like she’s making a pizza.

        Pinkie: Wouldn’t that hurt?

        twow: Hell if I know.

        Pumpkin started to go the fast she was used to when working in the kitchen. Even with her magic, lots of the times she would use her hooves to be on the same level as the rest of her family. The only real time magic came into play was when she was moving around hot dishes or cleaning up messes that found their way onto the floor.

        twow: Makes sense.

        Pinkie: How so?

        twow: Kinda like you. It’s helpful to know how to do it normally as well.

        “Al-almost there sweetie…” Carrot muttered under his voice, feeling his body starting to tense up from the impending climax, "Lick the tip, baby! Put your tongue on daddy's knob."

        twow: (gags)

        Pinkamena: (walks away, the sound of glass breaking is heard)

        Pumpkin stared at it with a puzzled look on her face, trying to figure out what she was actually doing, but before she could think about it more, her father grunted and she felt his penis twitch before something white launched out of the tip, directly on her tongue.

        twow: “Ah hell! It’s marshmallow cream!”

        Pinkie: “You can make that?!”

        "Ah!" Pumpkin said, as she jerked her head back in surprise, "Daddy, what is this stuff?" The first few spurts hit her face before the rest landed on her chest, making her body feel really hot and sticky.

Pinkie: Kinda like glue!

twow: Made by ponies ages 18 and up.        

        Carrot Cake was still reveling in the afterglow of his ejaculation. He breathed heavily before answering his daughter's pressing question.

        "That's my semen," Carrot Cake said, "It contains sperm, which is what babies are made from."

        twow: It’s a factor, yes...

        Pinkamena: Don’t start twow.

        "It's all white and sticky, and it got in my eye!" Pumpkin said. She started to cry as her father's semen dripped onto her chest. Carrot Cake held her close and comforted her.

        twow: See what you did, you bastard!

        "It's okay," Carrot Cake said, "You're a very brave filly."

        Pumpkin choked back tears, wiping away the bit of semen that managed to get into her retina. She found her father's embrace surprisingly calming.

        Pinkamena: (shudders) You feel that?

        twow: I hope not.

        "I'm brave?" Pumpkin asked, moving her hooves away and staring up at him.

        "Oh yes," Carrot Cake said, "Since mommy started drinking, she hasn't been able to help me make a sister for you. With my help, you can make something even better."

        Pinkie: “We can make cupcakes!”

        "Better than a sister?" Pumpkin said, "What's that?"

        "A daughter," Carrot said, ominously.

        (twow and Pinkamena look at each other and nod)

twow and Pinkamena: HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Sweetheart, I want you to lay on your back for me.”

        Pumpkin paused for a second but with a nod of her head she obeyed the command she was given. Going to the side of his body, and away from his still hard erection, she straightened out her orange blanket and laid on it. Carrot’s lustful eyes locked on to her little, untouched slit and smiled at it.

        twow: “It’s so beautiful.”

        Pinkie: T! That was creepy!

Pumpkin noticed where he was looking and turned red faced before she looked away in embarrassment and closed her legs slightly.

        “Don’t worry; you’re old enough to enjoy this. You’ll be a bit confused at first but once we get going, you’ll like it.”

        twow: “Just give me a second to grab the chloroform.”

        Pinkamena: “And brain bleach.”

        Placing his hooves on the tip of her legs, he slowly pulled them apart so he could get a better look at it. He could see wetness between her legs but he knew it was from the shower and knew he could get to sample a freshly-cleaned pussy.  

        Pinkie: Not if she didn’t use soap!

        twow: Oh, that’s nasty.

        Lowering his face down, Pumpkin looked at the corner of her eyes and blushed even harder. That’s where she peed from, but didn’t know why her father was going for it. Her first thought was that she didn’t clean it well enough and just thought he was getting a better look at her.

        twow: No one is that naive at this age!

Her next one was maybe he was going to mimic what she just did to him, hoping maybe the semen would leave her body as well. Her thoughts quickly changed when she heard him breathe in through his nose, while feeling the air brush past it. Her body trembled at the slight feeling of air and wanted to know what exactly her father wanted.

        Pinkamena: See that thing you just sucked on? It’s going inside of you.

        twow: It’s REALLY not that deep!

        As Carrot took a nose full of his daughters scent, it smelled like freshly picked dandelions, making his tongue almost melt in his mouth.

        twow: How?

        Pinkie: Dandelion soap! You want some?

        twow: Sure.

Gliding his hooves to her blank flank, he pressed against them and pulled her small frame closer. Pumpkin stayed quiet but let out a small "eep" as she felt his sand paper-like tongue, dance across her tender folds. Saying she was confused would be putting it lightly.

        twow: Saying that you’re a dumbass isn’t hard ENOUGH.

 While the feeling of his tongue against her flesh felt wrong, something in her mind told her it felt right, yet how could it be right?

        "This is where babies are made," Carrot said, "Don't you want to have a baby of your very own?"

        twow and Pinkamena: SHE’S ONLY TWELVE!

        "Yes," Pumpkin said, her face flushed, "but this feels really weird, daddy."

        “Don’t worry sweetie, I promise it'll be worth it.” Carrot said ready to resume his licking.

        The sudden feeling of his tongue pressing harder against her caused a slightly louder sound to escape her mouth. She didn’t know what sound she made but Carrot knew she gave off a soft moan.

        Pinkamena: Now she doesn’t even know what SOUNDS she’s making?!

        twow: I fail to see how she even knows how to think at this point.

Wanting to see how else she would react, he started running his tongue around the edges of it in a circular motion making her quiver and shake with uncertainty. So far everything was going like he wanted and hoped she wouldn’t ask him to stop out of fear. If she asked he would fear his attempt at sex would turn into something else altogether.

        twow: Oh, what it already is?

        Pinkie: How could this be rape, T?

        twow: She has no idea what’s going on. Trust me, I KNOW.

        Pinkie: (hugs twow)

        “D-dad that tickles and feels funny…” Pumpkin said, "Please stop."

        Her voice was shaky and very quiet. Looking up at her face, he noticed a slight scrunchy expression on it while her right eye was closed tightly. Carrot Cake ignored her pleas. He knew Pumpkin wasn’t enjoying it.

        twow: Then back the hell off!

        Pinkamena: He says that he loves her, but he’s just using her!

 He also knew it would be just a bit longer before everything fell into place.

        “It feels funny because it’s your first time. Just stay calm and let me do this.”

        There was a bit of restlessness in his voice as he wanted her to remain quiet and enjoy her. He had to remain a good father, even during his vile act.

        twow: “Good” and “Vile” should never be in the same sentence.

 About to press his face back into her folds, a new scent filled his nose. It was her scent, her sweet, sweet arousal.  Carrot smirked and felt his erection pulse with even more life as the scent circulated through his body, before he pressed his tongue down, this time piercing his target.

        Pinkie: “Strike the target down!”

        twow: “Take no prisoners!”

        Pumpkin moaned and tensed up as the long slimy tongue went deeper into her. She could feel an odd feeling in her stomach building up, making her body slightly hot and bothered. Carrot Cake hadn't shaved this morning, so the short, bristly ginger hairs on his muzzle scratched against his daughter's smooth mound.

        twow: No shave is the best shave.

        Pinkie: The truth that is.

        The intruder inside of her quickly left and was accompanied by a soft mhm sound from her father. Tilting her head up a bit, she noticed her father running his tongue against his lips like he had tasted something. His muzzle was dripping with some kind of clear juice.

        twow: “Is that flavored water?!”

        Pinkie: “It tastes like apples.”

            Pumpkin watched as her father started to move his hooves downward, making her legs spread open even more to the point it also hurt. Bringing the edges of his hooves to her folds, he spread them apart to stare into a slightly wet, virgin pussy.

        twow: Well, I feel uncomfortable now.

        Pinkamena: NOW?!

 The scent became a bit more clear, and his erection continued to pulse to the point of almost dripping precum. He wanted to badly ravage her body, taking her virginity away at the greatest of passions, yet he still needed to try and calm her down a bit more.

        Pinkamena: I think he’s lost his mind.

        twow: Hai dere Captain Obvious.

His intentions were cruel, but he was still a loving father and refused to be a monster.

        Pinkamena: If you’re being cruel, then you can’t be loving!

        twow: It’s logic, jackass! Use it!

        Moving his head back into it, he pressed his tongue against the exposed left side pussy and moved in a slow yet almost hypnotic motion. Feeling his tongue against her privates once again made her nervous, but at the same time it felt good.

        twow: Duh. It IS a sensitive area.

 Still trying to figure out what was happening with her body, she brought her right hoof up to her mouth in order to smother out a loud, continuous moan that was leaving her.

        Carrot was getting what he wanted and knew she was nearing the comfort zone for him.

        Pinkamena: But what about HER?

        twow: Could you poof back to normal now?

        Pinkamena: I DON’T WANNA!!!

Moving his tongue upward a bit, he started to run circles around her clit, making her body quiver and her moans a bit more erratic. Lost in the moment Carrot pressed his mouth against her pussy and groaned into it, showing he was indeed enjoying the little filly’s body more than he should.

        twow: Do I even HAVE to explain how wrong that is?!

        Pinkamena: There’s not enough words in the universe.

        “D-daddy that… I feel fu-funny…” Pumpkin said.

        Her voice was still shaky, but started to show signs of pleasure. Carrot however didn’t answer back and just continued to work the little clit with eagerness in each licking motion.

        twow: ♫ Hey, look at that body/ I work out!♫

        Pinkamena: NOT the best time twow.

 Every once in a while, he felt her legs close slightly, and heard a moan so unnoticeable Carrot wasn’t sure if it was a moan at all. Done with tasting her slit, Carrot pulled his face away and sat back up to look at her.

        Pinkamena: “Have I molested my daughter enough yet?”

        twow: “Wait, I missed a spot.”

 She was breathing heavy and her face was showing off a crimson blush. A bit of her own wetness along with his saliva reflected the light from above ever so slightly, giving her pussy a slight glow. The glistening lube was a veritable neon sign, beckoning Carrot Cake to enter.

        twow: Bluh.

        Pinkie: I got nothing!

        "Alright, I need to you roll over and push your butt up for me."

        Pinkie: Butt push-ups!

        twow: A valuable exercise.

        Pumpkin didn't move and just stared at her father with a confused expression. Tracing her eyes down, they caught the sight of his erection, twitching along with a bit of white stuff coming out of the tip. Her young mind had a feeling that his dick would make its way into her.

        twow: That’s the first sign of her being smart in this ENTIRE story.

        Pinkie: Isn’t that a little harsh?

        twow: Not harsh enough.

        "You're going to put your..." She didn't finish her sentence, feeling a bit embarrassed to even say the word to him.

        "Don't worry, I promise it I'll put it in slowly."

        "Will it hurt?"

        "A little."

        twow: I’m not a female, so I don’t know how much it would hurt.

        Pinkamena: It’s not a little pinch, if you’re asking.

        Pumpkin wanted to say no but something about the way he was looking at her told her to say otherwise. Doing as he asked, she rolled to her stomach and stood up, while presenting herself to him. Turning her gaze to the headboard, she didn't notice the crude smile on her fathers face.

        twow: And with that one sentence, I prepare myself for the worst.

 Keeping his lustful eyes on his prize, he reach forward and spread her folds apart to take one more look at it before it got stuffed. Pumpkin shivered and her legs felt weak as his hooves tickled the inside of her legs.

        Pinkie: “Dad! Don’t tickle me there!”

        twow: “I still need to learn about that area!”

        Pumpkin held her breath as she tried not to think about what her father was about to do. She needed something to distract herself. Pumpkin Cake glanced over at her shelves. She saw all the toys and books that her father had worked so hard to give her.

        twow: Might as well pull out a book.

        Pinkie: T! That’d be rude!

 The same stallion who was currently touching her in a way that made her feel funny. She should be upset, but there was something about what her father was doing that seemed right. She looked at her collection of dolls and felt a strange new affinity to them.

        twow: “Someday, I too will be forever beautiful.”

        "I'm just a doll," Pumpkin thought, "A new toy for daddy to play with."

        Pinkamena: No you aren’t Pumpkin! NO YOU AREN’T! (breaks down in tears)

        twow: Shit. Cut it Dash!

        twow: Pinkie, you’ve gotta calm down!

        Pinkie: Why? This story makes me so sad! (flashes to Pinkamena) And so ANGRY!

twow: Your emotions are going haywire! If you don’t relax at least a little bit, your emotions will vanish and leave you as a emotionless husk!

        Pinkie: T? Why was this written? Why are any of these stories written?

        twow: Hell if I know. I asked myself that during 120 Days of Blueblood.

        Pinkamena: It’s just, I don’t even LIKE getting this pissed at a story.

twow: And I don’t like seeing it. It’s not fun seeing my friend turn from bubbly to kill mode. The important thing to remember is that it’s not real.

Pinkamena: Wish that wasn’t so hard.

twow: Heh. I know.

Pinkie: Hey T?

twow: What?

Pinkie: Could we maybe take a quick nap?

twow: Huh?

Pinkamena: I know this emotion shifting isn’t gonna quit, but maybe a nap will help me calm down.

twow: Sure. I don’t have a problem with that. You Dash?

Dash: (from TV) No, go ahead. I don’t like Pinkie upset either.

(Pinkie latches onto twow, hugging them and going limp)

twow: Did...did she just pass out on my shoulder?

Dash: Think so.

twow: Huh. Guess I’ll take a brief nap as well.

(Two hours pass)

Pinkie: WAKE UP T!

twow: Gah, what the hell?!

Pinkie: Sorry, but we’ve been sleeping for a few hours.

twow: I feel a bit better, you?

Pinkie: I think my emotions are stable now.

twow: Really?

Pinkamena: Or not. Dang.

twow: (smiles) Ready to finish it?

Pinkamena: I’m going to rip it a new one.

twow: I see why Fallen likes you so much.

*BUZZ*

twow and Pinkie: We’ve got story sign!

        For a brief second she felt her father's hooves move away only to feel a new object pressing against her virgin slit. She didn't have to look back to figure out what was poking her hole.

        Pinkie: “Dad, my ruler doesn’t go there!”

        twow: “I just wanted to make sure my dick would fit.”

She could feel the slight twitching of it, along with a cold, stickiness. A mix of anticipation and fear raced through her mind, while her heart pounded in her chest like a chef kneading dough. Pumpkin tried to calm herself down but before she could her father made his move.

        Pumpkin gasped and froze up as her father slid his erect penis inside her in one swift motion.

        twow and Pinkamena: (twitch)

        twow: It’s okay...we can do this.

        Pinkamena: (latches onto twow)

        twow: You okay th-

        Pinkamena: Shut up and let me hug you.

 Carrot felt her tightness clench around his dick for the first inch, and he started to groan with pleasure as he started to slide the rest in.  For Carrot, she was so tight it was almost like it was trying to push his erection out while he pushed it in. For Pumpkin, she was panting while stars swam around in her eyes as she stared at the head board.

        Pinkamena: If my first time was like this, I’d hate sex forever.

        twow: I don’t even reMEMBER my first time. Good things about it, anyway.

        Pinkamena: Aren’t you a virgin?

        twow: I consider myself one.

Carrot wanted to get more of it into her. Leaning his body forward, he put his weight on her back; pinning her down as he spoke to her.

        “Sweetheart, spread your legs a bit further for me.”

        twow: I didn’t have to say “spread em!”

        Pinkie: The story’s trying to get on your good side.

        The words didn’t even register with the young filly's mind as her father spoke. Everything seemed to turn into a blur for Pumpkin Cake. Her father’s voice sounded like incoherent mumbles. Realizing she wasn’t listening, Carrot took it upon himself to correct her.

        twow: Don’t think that makes you a good father.

        Pinkamena: Because you have passed the point of redemption.

 Using his back legs, he pushed against hers to nudge them a bit more wide. Now he had perfect access for one final thrust to send it all the way in. She may have been a smaller filly but he wasn’t the biggest of stallions.

        twow: But she’s STILL a small filly!

        Pinkie: It’s still gonna hurt her, and you should keep that from happening!

 It could have been another reason why his wife barely showed interest in him anymore, but putting the stupid thought to the side he started to pull his hips back slowly, drawing out of her quivering, pussy.

        twow: Damn, that comma is a ninja!

        Pinkie: It just slipped right in!

 He was more than big enough for his daughter. That's all that mattered now.

        twow: Gonna add that to your list of sentences to never hear again Pinkie?

        Pinkamena: Done and done.

        For Pumpkin, the feeling of the slightest movement was painful, and almost overwhelming. Her mind couldn’t form proper thoughts, while it got filled with primal notions of panic and pain as the erection continued to move out of her.

        Pinkie: Can he just not see that she’s not enjoying it at all?!

        twow: The logic has never been with this one.

        When it was almost out, he finally stopped moving and just rested his head against her neck so he could give her a fair warning for what was about to happen.

        “Sweetie, this next part will hurt a bit, but I’m not trying to hurt you okay?”

        twow: “I just want to ravage your body.”

        Pinkamena: “Everypony also does this as well.

        Before her senses could return to her and she could answer, he slammed his hips forward again, forcefully, driving his cock all the way inside, to the hilt.

        twow: (jumps) FUCK!

        Pinkamena: What in the hell is WRONG with you?!

        twow: One shove right in would hurt like a bitch!

        Pumpkin gave off a pained moan and for the first time in her life, she climaxed. Her mind blanked and her legs nearly buckled from the sensation she just felt. It was like a breaker just went off in her head and nothing was responding for her.

        Pinkie: And she ran out of fuses.

        twow: ♫ I’m going to the hardware stooooore!♫

 She wanted to scream from the sudden influx of pain but her mouth just stayed agape, only letting out small squeaks.

        The climax never registered with Carrot as he got lost in his mind paradise. He could feel her muscles tightening around his aching shaft, making the pleasure that much better.

        twow: For YOU.

 He was sure he would lose it and just fuck her as hard as he could on the spot, but even in his glory he still held back remembering it was his daughter.

        Pinkamena: Didn’t stop you from jamming the whole thing inside her, huh?

 Pulling his body up, and slowing pulling his erection out, he started to notice a bit of red coating his shaft along with a bit of white. Seeing the white he paused for a second but then just smiled. He made his little girl climax and for some reason a sense of pride ran through his mind.

        twow: And he completely ignored the red.

        Pinkie: It’s okay T, we’ll say he’s colorblind.

 Pushing his body back down, he leaned back into her neck and spoke.

        “It’s alright." Carrot Cake said as he kissed her neck, "That feeling you just felt is a proper feeling. It’s also a sign you’re growing up into a mare.”

        Pumpkin’s senses finally started to return to her and she heard the words that time around.

        twow: “Uh, I think he’s lying to me...”

Pinkie: “I don’t wanna be a mare anymore.”        

 Being just a child, the idea of growing up into a mare sounded appealing. Every child wants to be thought of as a grown up. As Pumpkin lay on her belly with her father's dick inside her, Pumpkin couldn't help but wonder if all children felt as strangely as she did when growing up.

twow: Seeing as how most children don’t get virtually raped by their father, I’m gonna         say no.

        Pinkamena: That was rather dark of you.

        twow: I’m in a dark place right now.

        She wanted to say something to him, but before she could even get her words together, Carrot started to get into a slow motion of rutting her. Her mind blanked and her eyes nearly glazed over as the rock motion turned into a small rhythm.

        Pinkie: It’s like riding a bike!

        twow: Or flying a plane.

        Fucking her felt great.  It was far better than what he could ever get from his wife if she ever got in the mood.  Carrot was sure he felt every vein in his shaft tingling with a sweet sensation as he continued to pound her backside. Every pounding motion from him made the bed rock and lightly hit the wall, but light enough to not hurt her more than he wanted to.

        twow: Wait, did you WANT to hurt her?

        Pinkamena: And did you forget the part when you entered her?

        twow: He was lost in pleasure, remember?

        The pounding was starting to take its toll on the small filly, and that same feeling she felt before when his dick penetrated her was starting to come back. Her legs could barely support her own weight along with Carrots, making them tremble. Eventually her front legs gave out and they fell to the bed, making her backside dip up a bit.

        twow: Just a bit? Hell, I’m surprised that she didn’t collapse completely.

 Worried he hurt her somehow, Carrot stopped.

        “Are you alright?”

        Pumpkin just replied with exhausted breathes, and Carrot could feel everyone now that he wasn’t moving at all.

        Pinkie: (gasps) Everyone’s been around him the whole time!!!

        twow: O_O

With every breath Carrot felt her small frame tightening around his impaled erection.

        “Sweetheart?”

        Carrot was a bit worried. He was trying to be gentle but feared he may have pushed too hard into her.

        twow: Do I even need-

        Pinkamena: You don’t.

 Pumpkin took a second to catch her breath before her front legs started to push back up for her. Carrot could feel his erection moving with her body, causing him to groan under his breath.

        “I-I’m just sore…”

        twow: “And scared.”

        Pinkamena: “And violated.”

        Her voice sounded rattled and very quiet. Carrot frowned at her timing to start whining about being sore.

        Pinkamena: Oh damn, where’s those earplugs...

        twow: FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!

He was getting close, just a few more minutes and he would have got off successfully. Determined to get off, he needed a way to make her feel better. At the corner of his eye, he saw her orange horn and got an idea. Back in his school days he learned some interesting quirks about pegasi and unicorns and how either their horn or their wings were very sensitive to touch.

        twow: I really need to figure out if that’s true.

        Pinkie: Why don’t you ask one of our friends?

        twow: Because if it IS, I don’t want them to think I’m hitting on them.

        Pinkie: You could always ask F-

        twow: Story time!

        “I know something that will help.” He said curving his neck down, towards her horn.

        Before she could ask him what, she froze up. That same sand paper like tongue of his brushed up against her horn making her gasped out in surprise. As she felt his tongue dance around it, she felt a jolt of energy shoot from her brain and all over her body.

        Pinkie: “Caffeine rush!”

        twow: “It’s terrible, but wonderful at the same time. It’s like freedom in a cup!”

 Again her legs gave out and she let out the squeaky sounds of a failed suppressed moan. Carrot didn’t stop, rather instead pressed his tongue harder just to see her getting aroused from it. Another jolt of energy pulsed through her a few more times before her pain started to ebb away and get replaced with relaxation.

        twow: Fuck. Took long enough.

        Pinkamena: This is personal, but did YOU start enjoying it?        

        twow: Me? No, not at all.

        Pinkamena: Then you see why it would take so long.

        “See? Told you it would help,” Carrot said to her as he continued on.

        Pumpkin couldn’t deny the fact it felt good, and wished she read more about the sensitivity in unicorn horns, but for now she was just enjoying the treatment against her better judgement. Carrot felt her body starting to relax and got ready to amp up his game.

        twow: He increased his speed by 12%.

        Pinkie: I’ll grab the seatbelts!

 Baring his teeth slightly, he clamped ever so gently around the end of it and started to flick his tongue repeatedly.

        “D-Dad that…” Was all she could moan out from his actions.

        The small filly's body trembled with pleasure, and her heart beat faster in her chest.

        Pinkie: “We’re going too fast!”

        twow: “Bail out!”

  Carrot knew she was relaxed enough for him to continue on. Spreading his legs, he started to work his shaft in and out of her slowly.

        Her body couldn’t take the combined sensations made her give off a rather loud moan.

        twow: I think a comma ninja'd out again.

        Pinkie: No T, I think a few WORDS died here.

 Had her mother been up, she would have definitely heard it, but sadly both ponies forgot about the other pony on the other side of the wall that was now growing more and more curious to the soft banging on the wall as well as the loud moan he just heard…

        twow: Wait a second, where the fuck are YOU Pinkie?

        Pinkamena: I guess I just don’t exist here?

        Carrot resumed his speed from before and started to wonder how to finish off. Though he said he was going to try and give her a baby, he wanted to enjoy his daughter as much as he could and before he was even remotely ready to go for a child for her. It was highly doubtful he would risk the idea of pregnancy considering it could forever ruin his family's image.

twow: Might I bring your attention back to the fact that you are FUCKING YOUR DAUGHTER?!

Pinkamena: It hasn’t stopped him this far.

        Not worrying about waking his drunken wife, Carrot started to grunt loudly and rammed himself harder into her. Pumpkin ignored the pain, instead focusing on the oral treatment her horn was still getting.

        Pinkie: If she jerked her head back, she’d stab him in the mouth!

        twow: I could live with that.

The bed squeaked from the bouncing bodies and the head board banged repeatedly against the wall as the act started to near its big finish.

        Of course by now the young colt by the name of Pound Cake was at the bedroom door peeking inside and watching the act take place before his eyes.  

        twow: Oooooooh, shit.

        Pinkamena: NO POUND, GET OUT OF THERE!

He stayed quiet and just watched his father doing something to his sister. Pound remembered seeing something similar in some of the Playpony magazines he snuck out of his dad's stash. As he watched, he felt his own dick starting to harden up from the scene.

        twow: He’s gonna join in. (smacked by Pinkie) Wait, YOU hit me?!

        Pinkie: That’s horrible T!

 Young Pound Cake wasn’t sure what to think and just slowly moved away from the door so his dad didn’t see him.

        While both kids were the same age, Pound was more smart and knowledgeable then his sister was.

twow: At least HE knows. If the story had said that he didn’t I would have personally hunted down the author and given him a gift of shotgun rain.

 He wasn’t naive or stupid and knew that his sister having sex with their father would lead to horrible things for the family. He needed to tell his mom and hope she would figure out a way to deal with it, but he would do it once his dad had gone for the day.

        Pinkamena: Did he just not remember that he has a son?

        twow: Wait a second. Did he really forget to lock the damn door?!

 It was Sunday and Pound knew his father always went for coffee at Mr. Rich’s house and he was going to tell his mother then. Not wanting to hear the sounds of sex, he made his way for the stairs and trotted down them rather awkwardly.

        twow: Yeah, I’d get the fuck out as well.

        Back in the room Carrot was going all out on the small filly. He could taste raw magic starting to leak from his daughter's horn, putting a very odd taste in his mouth.

        Pinkie: “It tasted like crushed dreams and regret.”

        twow: “It was delicious.”

She was moaning loudly but she was able to keep it to a reasonable level so no one would enter the room and see what was going on.

        “Al-almost done…” Carrot grunted as he took his lips off her horn and focused purely on his primal notion.

        twow: Thank EVERYTHING.

        Pumpkin gripped the sheets with her hoof and just let her body rock mindlessly on the covers, hoping that it would all be over soon. A few more sloppy thrusts and she felt her father pull it out quickly before she felt an odd sticky substance coat her ass and back.

        Pinkie: He got the glue EVERYWHERE!!!

        twow: “That’s not how to do arts and crafts!”

For a few seconds her body froze up as she tried to make sense of everything that just happened to her. Whatever it was, it felt hurtful and confusing at first, but turned into something that felt magical.

        twow: Please don’t associate “magic” with “rape.”

        Pinkamena: And if anyone says “magical rape”, I’ll eat their soul with a fork.

Though she had the lingering feeling that what just happened was very wrong, she refused to believe her father was lying to her. She was about to move slightly when her father rested his sweaty body against hers, breathing very heavily.

twow: Why not?! Fucker isn’t perfect!

Pinkie: Do you just blindly follow everything he says?!        

        “Is… is that it? Will I have a baby?” She asked curious to know if anything else was going to happen.

        "There will be time for children later," Carrot said reassuringly, "We still have lots of other things to try first."

        twow: Oh dear princess, please no.

        Pinkamena: I think this chapter is almost done.

        “What other things are we going to try?” Pumpkin asked getting more curious.

        “We'll do them when the time comes sweetheart, but for now there’s one last thing I wanna do.”

        Carrot quickly got up and rolled his daughter over so both their faces were meeting. Pumpkin could feel her father's sperm sticking to her back and her bedsheets.

        twow: THAT’S gonna be an interesting laundry load.

        Pinkamena: “What the hell is with all this glue?!”

She became quiet and looked surprised to see her father's face all sweaty and red but was even more surprised when he pressed his lips against hers and kissed her like he did before. Again, that same uneasiness hit her and she didn’t know what to do.

        Pinkie: That means its a bad thing!

        twow: Also means that you’re being watched.

 It seemed to last forever until he finally pulled away, only letting a thin line of saliva connect the two of them for a brief second.

        “I need you to not tell your mother about this. Only fathers and daughters know about this and if anyone else finds out, I could end up far away and never see you again.” Carrot said, wanting to make sure he was safe.

        twow: I think that we could all live with that.

        Pinkie: I could!

        “Where would you go?” She asked a bit confused to why she couldn’t tell her friends about the interesting thing that just happened to her.

        “I can’t say but you gotta promise to never tell anyone else.”

        “Do…you want me to Pinkie Pie promise?”

        Pinkie: Do. Not.

        twow: Oh shit.

        Her innocence in the question asked almost made Carrot laugh out loud, but not wanting to draw attention to the room he just smiled and hugged her body.

        twow: “My silence is GOLDEN.”

        “Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.” Carrot said as he hugged his daughter tightly and knew he was going to be a happy stallion again.

twow: Wait, why did HE say it?

Pinkamena: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!

twow: Cut it Dash. We’re done here.        

        Dash: (from TV) Man, I’m so sorry guys. I really didn’t know how bad that was.

        twow: Not your fault Dash. How you holding up?

        Pinkie: I just hated that Mr. Cake was portrayed as such a horrible pony!

twow: Not to mention the reasoning behind him wanting to screw his daughter was fucking STUPID.

        Pinkamena: AND the fact that Pumpkin knew NOTHING about sex at ALL.

twow: And for some reason, the grammar mistakes got to me. I guess that they were all rather unexpected.

        Pinkamena: I think we can wrap this up in one word. Twow?        

        twow: Yeah, I agree.

        twow and Pinkamena: HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE!

        Dash: You two did good though.

        twow: Thanks, I guess.

        Pinkie: Well, time to go I guess?

twow: Hold up, I can’t let you leave while your emotions have you from bubbly party pony to rage monster.

        Pinkamena: Right. Can you cure it?

        twow: I can try. Wanna watch a movie while I attempt it?

        Pinkie: Do you have some Monty Python?

        twow: Now you’re speaking my language. Hit the button Dash.

        Dash: Yeah. I’ll catch you two later.

        (Dash hits the button, and the TV turns off with a blip.)