“Come on, you fucking bastard, fuck my pussy!” Flurry all but shouted as she commanded Spell to shove himself in her slobbering wet pussy faster and faster. “This isn’t foreplay, I said break my womb, not make love with it.”

Since his loss of the wager, Flurry had taken full advantage of Spell’s time. Whatever free time he had was spent fucking her. She had become much more proficient with casting illusion, disguise, and other forms of magic that masked their presence. Because of this, she wasn’t just forcing him to take her in her room, no where was safe from this whore princess. In the barracks, after dismissing the guards. In the dining room, under the table while he struggled to not let the other guards there find out. In his own chambers, where the maids had to be paid extra to not ask questions about his sheets requiring daily changing. Even in the throne room late at night, having her ride his cock in her mother’s throne.

In this time, Spell’s mental state has started to weaken. He wasn’t going to submit to his daughter, his decades of experience with Celestia made his mind unbreakable, but his emotional state of mind was slowly lowering. Nothing he did worked. Flurry was a whore, a loose mare who only saw others based on the value of their use to her, and especially if they could amuse her. Since helping out in the Crystal Empire, his hopes of teaching her something other than sex was waning, and there were some days where he considered confessing his deeds and facing whatever punishment Cadance would deem.

Spell felt like a failure, at least a failure as a father. Flurry was still unaware of their relationship, only caring about how far she could push this stallion. She was impressed, she has had many, many stallions as her pets, but none of them lasted nearly as long as Spell. He had exceeded her expectations so much that she barely had a plan anymore. If anything, she was getting ready to accept that he may be the only stallion she couldn’t break, and it only tugged at her ego. She couldn’t accept the fact anypony could endure fucking her and not be addicted.

He was the best lay she ever had, his cock was the biggest she’s ever had for a stallion, and yet there was still something in his eyes, something that was keeping him together. Flurry wanted to know what this was, what was it that gave him even a flicker of hope? Her many pets had similar looks at one point or another, but all were toys for her to play with, their eyes devoid of any such resistance. Spell was different, his body almost behaved like he was her pet, but his eyes only seemed to taunt her pride as a skilled, manipulative whore.

Today, Spell was given a day off, a gift from Gleaming and Cadance, though the latter wasn’t exactly there to tell him this. And so he wanted to spend his day meditating, maybe a little exercise, sleeping in, and of course contemplating how to tell Flurry the truth. It had been so long now, and yet he was no closer than when he was originally. It was so frustrating, but whenever he ran into her, her persona only made it impossible. If he approached her outside of sex, she was so adorable, words got caught in his throat. If he approached her during sex, she was too busy ordering him what to do to listen to anything he had to say.

As well as this, Flurry was good at sex, already surpassing Gleaming in terms of skills, commitment, and stamina. Comparing her to the other alicorns, the only one who beat her were Celestia and Luna, and even then, the young princess was nearly as good as her lunar great aunt. And when he did try to muster the words to tell her, even if it was a terrible idea to do so during sex, only grunts, huffs, and groans could escape his mouth. And today, like every day, Flurry paid him a visit, commanding him to use his day off to fuck her silly. That was how Spell’s day had been, given barely a moment of peace from his whore daughter.

“Did you hear me?” Flurry moaned, seeing the distant look in Spell’s eyes as the stallion was reflecting on his past choices. “I said fuck me, and so you better fucking fuck me.” Her lips curled into an almost sinister smirk. “You know what’ll happen if you can’t keep your end of the deal, daddy.” Spell only groaned, accepting he was still trapped in her extortion.

Adjusting his hold on the princess, Spell’s hands slipped under Flurry’s ass, hoisting her up to better thrust in and out of her pussy. Her back was pushed up against the chamber door, her soft hole leaking out the previous hot releases, dripping a mix of hot nectar and thick sum between slapping humps of this dick. Flurry’s moans only drove the stallion to keep fucking her, she lifted her arms, hugging them around Spell’s arms to hold herself upwards as she bounced on his shaft. Her perky tits pushed and pressed against his muscular chest.

“Come on, come on, come on you fucking asshole!” Flurry moaned, her voice echoing out in the chamber. “You dick…is…fuck…so big…it’s getting bigger…you want to cum, don’t you?” Her taunting breath kissed against Spell’s neck and chin, she lifted herself up a little to whisper her seductive tone in his ear. “Come on daddy, fuck up your princess already.”

Spell hammered harder and harder, huffing his hot breath against the mare’s face and neck. He could feel himself getting ready to cum. The two of them had been going at it without rest for the better half of the day, and with all the constant sex, even his superior body was starting to run on willpower, borrowed stamina, and pure luck. So much so, the sound muffling and presence canceling words he would place around them was starting to flicker. He was only just barely able to notice this faint weakening, all but praying that nopony is anywhere near this chamber.

Cadance’s mind was in a somewhat of a conflicting state of contradictions. She hated Spell, but she no longer could rationalize her hatred of him. Speaking with Celestia, Luna, and Twilight, she has learned everything she could about the stallion, and there was nothing wrong with him. Even if he and Gleaming fucked during her honeymoon, she knew it was her wife that deceived him, he was a victim given an impossible choice. And to top it all over, he has given her nothing but respect, dignity, and gave her the chance she had craved for decades to escape the toxicness of Canterlot’s nobility.

For years since his greatest gift to her, she still held him with contempt, much to her aunts, sister-in-law, and wife’s dismay. And now, after seeing him interacting with Flurry, the way their daughter acted with her father, despite being unaware of their true relationship, the alicorn of love had no argument. Since he came to assist the Crystal Empire, as stated in the signed agreement, guard morale has nearly quadrupled, even the most petty thefts are unheard of, and Flurry has been behaving in a way Cadance never would’ve believed possible, even in her wildest dreams.

Making her way to the guest tower, Cadance was mentally battling herself. She had nothing, no argument against Spell. He wasn’t great, he was fucking perfect. He was kind, caring, willing to do whatever it takes that is expected and asked of him. He was committed to his goals, and only seems to make everypony he meets better than they were before. The only reason she hated him at this point was her ego. Cadance was all but screaming at herself, if the only reason she hates him is because of her pride, then what sort’ve princess is she? He has been more of a parent to Flurry than she had apparently been in their daughter’s life, and it pained her.

Gleaming was the only one who knew about Cadance’s mental conflict, and after hours of conversation, she agreed to speak with Spell. She couldn’t be a princess of love if she was going to live her life hating the one stallion who gave her everything she ever wanted, and asked for nothing in return. It was like a poison that burned her being, and the walk to the guest tower felt longer than it should be, as if she was hesitant in her steps. As well as just coming to terms with her previously unfounded resentment, she was struggling to think of what to tell him.

Would a simple thank you work? No, not for something this grand. A grand display, or gesture of honors and respect? No, that can’t work as it would draw too much attention, and receive too many questions. But she had to do something. Maybe…maybe something she doesn’t give out? For a moment, the briefest of thoughts, she almost saw herself offering herself to him. They had only had sex once, the night she was impregnated by Flurry, and it was a short experience. She only cared about getting pregnant, and while Gleaming could tell, despite her rejections of the notion, Cadance knew that Spell was the only stallion to ever get her off. The few she could count with one hand were abject failures.

‘No…no…no…not that…not that either…’ Cadance thought, her mind racing as her head was almost throbbing into a migraine as she struggled to think. ‘Can’t be too big…can’t be too subtle…and I can’t ask anypony for help, then it wouldn’t feel legitimate…’ Eventually though, she arrived at her destination.

Spell’s chambers, the room Cadance had only visited once when she had to escort some maids there, it seemed quiet. It was his day off today, so perhaps he was still resting. But that couldn’t be right. Looking at a nearby window, the sun was getting ready to set. There was no way he was still sleeping now. Perhaps she was just overthinking things. Cadance sighed, getting ready to raise a hand to knock at the door, but then, there was a pulse. It was faint, only noticeable by her proximity to the door, but there was a magic pulse, as if a ward had rippled. A thousand different scenarios ran through her mind, and all of them screamed for her to open the door.

Spell could feel himself getting ready to cum, his cock throbbed in Flurry’s pussy as she was milking everything out of him. Closing his eyes, he winced as he was going to get her off one more time before flooding her deepest places with his hot seed. The feeling rushing over him was intense, making his legs almost wobble as he thrusted harder and harder. Huffing his hot breath, he pushed the mare closer and closer. Flurry wouldn’t need much of a push to drive her over the edge. He had to finish quickly, his body was tired enough as is, and she wasn’t making it better. Close, so close, so very, very close. She was soaking his length, trying to time her squirting orgasm all over the stallion’s cock. So focused on this fucking, he failed to notice Cadance slowly and carefully opening the door.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he regretted every decision that had led him to this moment. His gaze met the alicorn’s, and his bones melted, blood frozen, and soul nearly fled from his mortal coil. Cadance said nothing, this wasn’t the first time she had walked in on her daughter being a whore, but when she saw it was Spell, her stare intensified. Even without words, the princess’ eyes told Spell all he needed to know. She wasn’t angry, she wasn’t enraged, her eyes were screaming an emotion that was darker than hate, and burned hotter than any murderous intent.

Flurry, not noticing her mother caught them, felt as Spell’s body gave into the orgasm he was holding back. Standing there, no longer thrusting, he let the mare’s body weight push herself on him, bottoming out as his withheld climax fired off in her womb. Flurry moaned like the little whore she was, shivering as she felt every drop of hot seed flooding her soft insides. Cadance had the misfortune of witnessing her daughter coming enough times to know this wasn’t a one time thing. Every fear, every worry, every reason to hate this stallion was identified. And yet, she said nothing.

Slowly closing the door, her hate filled eyes remained on Spell. The stallion’s body felt so weak, so small compared to this intense expression. His face was filled with dread, and no sooner had the door closed, he all but threw Flurry off his cock, landing her safely on the bed. Running to the door, he nearly tore it open to go after Cadance, but she was gone. Desperate and panting in fear, he looked down the halls in both directions, but saw nothing. Trembling, he dropped to his knees, and when he glanced at the floor just shy of the doorway to his chambers, he saw a pair of hoof prints, burned into the crystal floor.

“What’s wrong, daddy?” Flurry teased, having never seen Spell like this, but was still washed in her afterglow. “Did one of my toys try to walk in on us?”

“Worse…so much worse…” Spell mumbled, his hands trembling as he slowly turned to look at the mare. She could see it on his face, he was pale, and eyes were devoid of any hope or light. “It was…your mother.”

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The moment Spell received a message from Cadance to meet her in the throne room, his mind raced over each and every possibility that could happen. The echoing sound of his steps on the way to the throne room only matched that of his heartbeat. What was she going to do? She held everything in her hands now. His mind reflected on the contract she had signed. The terms states should he violate any such terms, Cadance would be the one to choose the punishment. He was confident that whatever she was going to do, it wasn’t going to be a public display, so why the throne room? He was so focused on his worried thoughts, he didn’t notice how not a single guard, or servant passed him on the long walk. If anything, the palace felt almost empty.

Arriving in the throne room, he found only Cadance, sitting on the throne. No one else was there. No servants, no guards, not even Gleaming and Flurry. They were alone, which only filled the stallion with greater fear. Taking a deep breath, he gathered what courage he could, and entered the room. Cadance’s eyes remained fixed on him, as if she was studying each and every motion of his body language, and the emotion on his face. He was terrified, that much was obvious. He was fully aware of what would await him, and came anyway. She could respect his sense of duty, but this didn’t dampen her inner rage.

“Spell Break, do you understand why I called you here?” Cadance asked, her tone was strict and direct. Spell only nodded, saying nothing unless allowed to speak. “Good. Come with me.” Stepping down from the throne, she walked towards a side door, the stallion following.

There was a silence, an incredibly awkward and painful silence between them. Spell’s mind was racing as to what she was going to do to him. They were alone, whatever she was planning was going to be either quick and painless, or she was going to drag out every agonizing moment. Eventually, they arrived at a new room. This one wasn’t big, but not too small either. There was only one seat in the center of the room, and the rest were wall to wall crystals. As soon as Spell closed the door behind her, Cadance’s horn ignited.

“You know, I genuinely believed this wouldn’t work.” Cadance stated, not looking at the stallion as she seemed to be casting some spell. “But for a short time, you proved me wrong. You actually were making progress with our daughter.” Her tone then shifted, almost dripping with hateful venom. “And then…then you betray that trust.”

Before Spell had a moment to say or even think anything, Cadance’s spell took hold of him. He barely had a second to finish a blink of his eyes as the magical force grabbed him, pulled him to the chair. Gasping out from the feeling, his arms, legs, and body were immediately bound by ropes that coiled around them like snakes, tying themselves tightly around his body. He didn’t struggle, he didn’t fight back. Spell accepted this was what Cadance was going to do with him.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you.” Cadance commented, now looking at the stallion directly. “Celestia would never forgive me, and no doubt she would call any punishment I would’ve considered excessive. So I think instead, I’m going to be merciful. I can only imagine what Flurry did to force you into the position you were in. So renounce her as your daughter, and I’ll let you go.”

Spell stared at the mare, wide eyed at the notion. Was she being serious? She was asking him to give up on his daughter, to abandon her as her father, and she would just let her go? This wasn’t at all what the stallion was expecting. He walked behind her thinking she was going to torture him, and being bound to this chair only further proved this point. But now this offer, to be let go in exchange for renouncing Flurry. The temptation was there, he would be free of her binds on him, he wouldn’t need to be forced to do her bidding, and yet, he couldn’t bring himself to give up on his daughter.

“No.” Spell said, showing his conviction to the mare. “I don’t care what happens to me. But I will never abandon my daughter again.”

“I see…” Cadance replied, almost biting at her lower lip as she stared at him. “Has our daughter’s whore body claim another victim? Did she break you like she had so many others?” She then tilted her head a little. “No…no, not broken. You’re not broken in by her, not like her other pets. You simply cannot help yourself.” Snapping her fingers, the magic around Spell’s body intensified.

Slowly, there was a build up, and then at once the armor and clothes he wore burst off his body. Aside from his helmet, the stallion was sitting naked in the chair that bound him. His eyes widened in shock and confusion as he saw the wicked smirk on the mare’s lips. What was she planning? What could she possibly gain from any of this? Spell’s mind raced over and over again and again. Cadance only clicked her tongue, rolling her eyes as she realized the stallion was still confused.

“You’re just another stallion. Some disgusting animal that my daughter cannot help but wrap her legs around.” Cadance commented, slowly swaying her way over to the stallion. “And since you are just another stallion, then you can be broken like one.” Reaching up to her gown, she pulled at it, letting her large, pink tits spill out. Spell’s eyes widened even more, straining in the shock and utter confusion. “As I expected, you see a pair of breasts, no matter who they belong to, and you get hard.”

Looking down, Spell saw she was right. His cock, the same large, throbbing mass that had impregnated this mare so long ago, was getting hard. Cadance rolled her eyes, staring at him in a disgusted manner. She hated this, she hated how he was reacting to her, it reminded her of that night from so long ago. And yet, her body couldn’t help but feel warm as soon as she saw it. Lowing herself on her knees, she could smell the intensity of this cock, the same smell that once made her body ovulate and allow him to impregnate her royal womb. Looking up from the dick at the stallion, she sneered at his eyes. Flicking her finger, a blindfold wrapped around Spell’s eyes, blinding him.

“No, you do not deserve to even see this. You may be permitted to feel it, instead.” Cadance commented, cupping at her breasts. Pushing forward, her soft mounds enveloped Spell’s cock. The stallion gasped a little, feeling as she started to slowly move her chest up and now. “Now, answer me. Tell me everything about what you and Flurry have been up to?”

Pushing and moving her tits faster and faster over Spell’s cock, the mare was driving his pleasure slowly onwards. He was throbbing, twitching in her soft embrace, causing him to winch, gritting his teeth to try and not let out any groans. Cadance could feel his struggling, the pathetic look on his face as he was holding in every pleasurable sound she was forcing upon him. There was something about it, something about that look on his face, and the way his hot cock felt between her boobs. It was sending a small sensation throughout her body, it was like she was feeling a rush she had never felt before. Her thoughts were partially interrupted as she suddenly felt some hot precum leaking out, trickling onto her breasts.

“Oh no, no you don’t.” Cadance commented, casting another spell on Spell’s cock, wrapping it in a luminescent ring that tightened around the shaft. “There, I don’t want even a drop of your disgusting…hot…” Her words trailed as she slowly leaned in to give the precum that did leak out a small lick.

Though Spell shivered from the feeling, Cadance’s body was trembling, quivering as she couldn’t help but feel a growing heat inside her. What was this feeling? She had commanded and belittled stallions before, she had put them under her feet several times, but this was different. Rather than verbally, she was physically commanding this stallion, the only one who had ever touched her like this, and her pussy was getting soaked from it. She was getting aroused, Cadance could feel herself getting turned on by dominating this stallion stud.

“No, no, this isn’t enough. Not nearly enough.” Cadance uttered, hissing as she wasn’t just licking along the shaft, she was sucking off the head faster and faster. Her voice mixed with the sloppy, muffled sounds of her not so hidden moans. “You’re just some stallion, a disgusting stallion, with this disgusting fat cock, who gave me a foal.”

Bobbing her head faster and faster, Cadance’s tits pressed and rubbed along the length and girth of Spell’s dick. Only for her to suddenly stop. Pushing herself hard enough, she deepthroated the length, getting it soaked in her moaning saliva. Spell gasped out, feeling as though he could’ve come from that, if not for the magic wrapped around his dick. Slowly, Cadance pulled herself out, running her skilled tongue around the meaty size.

“We’re not done here.” Cadance responded, rising up. With another snap of her finger, her royal dress vanished, leaving her bare and naked before the stallion, but the blindfold denied him the chance to see it. “You’re a stubborn stallion, perhaps the best I have ever met. But you are nothing to me. I will make you beg to be free of our daughter.” Adjusting herself, she turned herself around and lowered herself so that the stallion’s cock aimed at her sobbing wet pussy lips.

Spell winched, feeling as his blunt cockhead kissed at the mare’s royal entrance. Cadance seemed to feel the same, letting out an adorable moan as she let her pussy slowly be filled with this dick. It had been years since she had felt a cock in her, the only cock to have ever been inside her. Toys just couldn’t compare to the real thing. Spell’s dick was just perfect, carefully shaping the mare’s insides, a sensation she hadn’t felt in so many years. Lowering herself more and more on this size, she shivered, struggling to hold in the small moans.

“Your…your restraint…is almost…respectable…” Cadance commented, her voice clearly sounding aroused as she settled onto him. His cock was leaving a visible bulge within her. “But…but I will make you beg to be free of our daughter. You are just a stallion, a pathetic, disgusting stallion…and I will remind you of your place…”

Riding and straddling harder and harder, Cadance didn’t want to, but some moans were escaping her lips as she was panting. Spell’s cock was throbbing like mad in her pussy, filling and rubbing along her most sweet and sensitive places, and she was feeling an enhanced pleasure as this stallion was at her mercy. This had never happened before, she had never been so dominant when she and Gleaming did anything. But this was different, she felt a rush of pleasure.

“Come on, come on, beg for it.” Cadance huffed, feeling as her body shivered from all the dick that was rubbing deep inside her. “Beg me to stop. Renounce our daughter, and I’ll let you go. I’ll even let you cum.”

“N-no…no…I will never…ever give up on my daughter…again…” Spell grunted, winching in a growing strain and pain. “I don’t care what you do to me!” He remained resistant, even as the mare rode his cock harder. “You can torture me, punish me, humiliate me, I don’t care what you do to me. I will never abandon her again!”

“You frustrating…pathetic…fucking stallion!” Cadance all but screamed, nearly crushing Spell’s cock as she smashed herself against him. Her insides tightly squeezed along his dick, milking and rubbing every inch of his great length. “You dare talk to me about this. You are just a stallion, a pathetic, filthy creature, whose only value to me was helping bring her into the world.”

“I…I’m her father…and Cadance, you can go fuck yourself!” Spell snapped back, nearly causing the mare to fall over as he let out every frustration against her. “I have been kind, I have been patient, and I have been understanding, but I don’t care anymore!” His rage was intense, almost burning like a fire in his throat and lungs. “You hate stallions, you hate how you’ve been looked at as some mare to be fucked, and bred, and used. I have never treated you like that, I never did anything but treat you like a Princess. I helped you bring a fucking foal into the world, and you treat me like shit!”

His cock throbbed, almost swelling. For a moment, Cadance almost felt like Spell’s dick was about to break the spell around his cock. Her body was feeling tense, and yet it was feeling an arousal, was she getting off to him telling her off? Even Spell couldn’t tell what was happening anymore. He was letting out these feelings he held in for so long. He knew this could only lead to a deeper and possibly darker punishment and agony, and he didn’t care anymore. Emotion clouded all reason, and rage burned out like venom on his tongue.

“I’ve given everything I could. I was used by your whore wife. I was manipulated by our daughter, and then forced into her service like some living fuck toy.” Spell growled, his body trembling as sweat ran down his muscular body. “All I wanted was to be there for my daughter, I wanted to not be a failure to her. I left you to raise her because I wanted to respect you and your boundaries. So you can fuck yourself on every cock in Equestria for all I care. I will never…fucking…abandon…Flurry…ever again…you fucking bitch!”

“You fucking…impossible stallion!” Cadance snapped back, finally forcing herself to speak through the shock Spell put on her. At once, she pulled herself off his cock, the hot air kissing at the soaked length. The mare scoffed, her own anger burning as she couldn’t break him. “Fine! If that’s how you feel, then you can fucking rot!” Turning, the mare magically dressed, slamming the door behind her as she left Spell alone in the dark.

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Spell sat there, alone and ignored. It was impossible to tell how long ago Cadance left. Perhaps hours, maybe a couple days. His body wasn’t going to give into hunger or thirst anytime soon, but the shame he felt was still great. He was proud that he held onto his convictions. He was proud he didn’t abandon his daughter, and yet part of him felt he was only choosing to make his punishment all the more severe. But that was it, he didn’t care. Cadance had milked so much, or it would’ve but his orgasm remained denied.

Then, his ear perked up, as the sound of the door opening echoed out. Looking in the direction, his eyes were still blindfolded, but he could tell whoever was entering the room was lighter than Cadance. Gleaming perhaps? No, that wouldn’t be it, she wasn’t subtle in the slightest. Some servant, here to check up on him? Possibly. Cadance was infuriated, but not a monster. It was only when he felt the presence reach him, and her hands gently rubbed against his still hard cockhead, his body tensed up.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay…it’s okay.” Flurry’s voice softly whispered. Spell’s mind was screaming at him, the absolute worst possible scenario had come and he was on the verge of just fainting. “I…I heard everything…” Her voice was so sheepish compared to how it normally was. “Spell…are you my father?”

“...yes…yes I am…” Spell said, feeling as a massive sigh escaped his throat. “I…I’m sorry…” There was a pause, and while he couldn’t see it, Flurry was staring at him.

This wasn’t a state of some mare who was angry, nor was she content. It was more that she was at a loss for words. Still, she stroked her hands along Spell’s cock, just silently stimulating as she stared on. This is what she always wanted. This is the chance she wanted, to see the cock that helped bring her into the world, the same dick that made her mother moan like a whore and become so full of cum, she birthed a slutty alicorn foal. But she felt…she didn’t feel the same excitement she thought she would.

‘...dad…” Flurry said, her eyes starting to tear up, her hands rubbing a bit more but she looked at the stallion. “Even if…even if I’m just a little whore, just some slutty mare…would you…would you still love me?”

“Of course I would.” Spell said without any hesitation. “I don’t care what you are, you’re still my daughter. And I’ll always love you, Flurry.”

“Oh daddy!” Flurry exclaimed, not in a sexual, but in a loving tone. Releasing the cock, she all but leaped on Spell’s lap, hugging and crying. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“Shh, shh. It’s okay, it’s okay.” Spell commented, wishing he could hug her. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. I’m sorry I’m such a terrible father.” He could hear the mare sniffling. “I promise, I’ll do better. No matter what happens to me, know that I’ve always loved you, and wish I could’ve done more.”

Flurry continued to try, hugging her father, letting out the emotions she had held in for so many years. Spell too could feel faint tears beginning to trickle out. And as he didn, the binds on the chair loosened. Not questioning this, he quickly wrapped his arms around the mare’s body, holding her in a close, loving embrace. As the two embraced, father and daughter united for the first time, the two of them failed to notice how Cadance was standing in the doorway, a single tear rolling down her cheek.

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