Posted in Satyrs After Dark on /trash/

>You are Anon, and you are quite content with life.
>Nearly twenty years ago, you appeared in Equestria with no rhyme or reason.
>None that the Princesses could find, anyway.
>You arrived much in the same way that you were born: Naked, screaming, and falling from about ten kilometres above the surface of the Earth.
>And, as luck would have it, directly above Bon Bon's candy shop.
>You hit that motherfucker dead-center; it was almost as though you were aiming for it.
>Bon Bon sure as fuck thought you were.
>You absolutely decimated her shop.
>Thankfully, whatever magic that pulled you from Earth also protected you from hitting a solid structure while traveling at terminal velocity.
>It didn't stop your impact from hurting like a bitch, though.
>And, much like that very same bitch, you passed out when the pain got too much for you.
>The two first friendly faces you saw when you woke up in the horse-hospital belonged to Lyra and Bon Bon.
>....mostly Lyra, though.
>Bon Bon has a prickly disposition on her better days, and poking a giant human-shaped hole in her roof didn't exactly appeal you to her.
>Still, they took you in.
>Lyra did it because she was friendly like that.
>Also, because there was something about your hands that really.... "interested" her.
>You mean that in exactly the way that you, the reader, think it means.
>That first month, you woke up at least 3 or 4 times to the sensation of Lyra finger-fucking your sleeping form.
>You pretended not to notice, though.
>Partly because you were still afraid that the government was going to swoop in and take you away if you misbehaved.
>Partly because it did wonders for your self-esteem to wake up to someone impaling themselves on you.
>While Lyra took you in out of kindness, Bon Bon took you in out of necessity.
>You'd damaged her shop, and she was going to make sure you paid her back every single bit. PLUS room and board.
>And since you had no money (your paper money had been "confiscated" by the Princesses to study and ultimately be stored away carefully as the only existing items of their kind), you had to repay her with work.
>And you know what?
>She may have started out hating you, but she damn-well thanked her lucky stars that you were there by the end of your first week.
>Unicorns can manipulate their environment with magic.
>Pegasi have limited mobility by using their wings.
>Earth ponies? None of that.
>You've seen ponies pick things up with their hooves, right?
>Even with that weird, unexplained ability (Twilight Sparkle still doesn't understand what you were even trying to ask her), an Earth pony's dexterity was.... lacking.
>Not to brag about your superior human biology, but you managed to complete a whole work-day's worth of.... work in about three hours.
>You know; excluding cooking time.
>Fingers don't make sugar boil faster, son.
>Pouring liquid sugar? No longer resulting in easy-to-heal-thanks-to-your-unicorn-girlfriend sugar burns.
>Stretching taffy? No longer an adorable display where Bon Bon runs back and forth with a heavy length of taffy in her mouth to fold it over itself.
>Wrapping tiny candies? Not something that keeps Bon Bon up all night any more.
>By the end of your first month in Equestria, even Bon Bon begrudgingly admitted that you were useful and not "a butt".
>That mare had a very limited vocabulary of naughty words.... or any words that could be construed to have naughty sub-meaning.
>It was cute.
>So cute that, when she called your cock "your thingy", you nearly lost your erection from laughing so hard.
>She forgave you, though.
>She's nice like that, once you get past her prickly exterior.
>Turns out that her attitude is there for Lyra's benefit.
>Lyra has a bit of a bad sense of judgement when it comes to stallions, and had a really long string of bad relationships.
>The most recent one had actually lost her her home, which was why she was living with Bon Bon to begin with.
>Once Bon Bon was absolutely sure you were cool, she laid off considerably and you finally got to know the friendly candy-maker who got along with all the colts and fillies.
>You had a lot of trouble deciding on a name for your daughter.
>After a lot of arguing and explaining the significance of pony names, you and Bon Bon had narrowed it down to two names.
>Gumdrop, and Saltwater Taffy.
>Both of them called out to Bon Bon, which she explained as being strange; typically one name will shine in a pony's head and that'll be the end of it.
>Two names?
>Back it up, sister.
>But in the end, when you saw your beautiful daughter with her tiny fingers, iddy-bitty hooves, and hair just like her mother....
>"Gumdrop" felt like a winner to the both of you.
>The years that followed were some of the happiest of your life.
>Raising your daughter, though challenging, was never pull-your-hair-out difficult.
>When things got too hot to handle, Lyra would happily step in to help and take Gumdrop off of your hands.
>That's something you should mention - Lyra still lives with you.
>With the gender ratio in Equestria being what it was, monogamy was almost unheard of. The Cakes were probably the only monogamous couple in Ponyville, come to think.
>While you weren't exactly down to clown with fucking your wife's best friend (blame it on your silly human upbringing), Bon Bon had no trouble spending some special time with the minty lesbian horse.
>....bisexual horse.
>She's made passes at you before, but you prefer not to think about them.
>They were all back before you were into animal sex, and at the time the sight of a winking horse-vagaina spraying a thick, yellowy liquid that smelled of musk and piss everywhere almost made you lose your lunch.
>They said they were a package deal, but you'll take the burger and leave the fries, thank you.
>She's a good friend, but you can't see yourself porking Lyra anytime soon.
>And now, almost two decades after you first arrived in Equestria, you're left with a complete family.
>A wife, a daughter (who, if not for the human parts, is just about a carbon-copy of her mother), and a weird eccentric aunt-figure who loudly goes down on your wife when your daughter is in LISTENING DISTANCE, Lyra!
>Fucking degenerate.

>It was a cold autumn morning with you woke up with Gumdrop hugging you in your bed instead of Bon Bon.
>It was early; you were half-asleep; and your daughter had the exact same hair style as your wife did.
>You might have accidentally groped Gumdrop's butt.
>Awkward?
>Yes.
>But do you know what was even more awkward?
>When Gumdrop moaned and tightened her grip around you.
>"Grab my ass more, Daddy..."
>That was the moment you decided that it was time to wake up and start your day.
>You didn't stick around to see if she was actually asleep or if she was fully aware of what she just said to you.
>A couple of mugs of VERY strong coffee later, and Gumdrop came bounding into your kitchen.
>She seemed happy with herself and had no trouble staring you in the eyes, so you were pretty sure that she didn't remember all that no-no touching you did.
>She was dressed up in her usual morning-wear: a nice purple bathrobe with a cloth belt looped around her waist.
>After her usual "Good morning, Daddy", Gumdrop gave you a nice, big hug.
>You weren't sure if it was just your imagination, but you could have SWORN that her hands drived a little bit south, brushing the tips of your buttocks.
>"Where's Mommy?"
>You inclined your head towards the stairs that lead from your above-shop house and down to the candy store.
"She's getting an early start this morning. Didn't have time for coffee or even a little bit of-"
>Oops.
>That hair is throwing you off.
>You NEARLY said "a little bit of fun in bed" to your daughter.
>But judging by the playful smirk she gave you, she realized exactly what you were going to say.
>It probably didn't help that you cut yourself off so suddenly and coughed loudly like a big, obvious asshole.
>"Maybe SHE doesn't have time for that..."
>Yeah, no.
>You decide very quickly that two less-than-platonic moments in one one-hour period are at least three moments too many.
"I beg your pardon?"
>Gumdrop winks -WINKS - at you and grabs a mug for her own coffee.
"Anyway. We have a lot of work to do today, so your mother and I will need your help at around noon, okay?"
>Gumdrop sits down near the edge of her seat, leaning backwards against the back of the chair and spreads her legs.
>She looked for all the world that she was just relaxing and trying to find a comfortable position to sit in (horse asses were not meant for human-style sitting), but the gleam in her eyes said otherwise.
>Gumdrop kept wriggling around as though her bathrobe was itchy and she was trying to use the back of her chair to scratch her back.
>All it seemed to accomplish, however, was to widen the big V-gap on her chest
>More and more smooth flesh was revealed to you, inch-by-inch.
>The flat skin of her chest quickly gave way to the swelling of her breasts, the size of which Gumdrop had apparently inherited from her mother.
>God knew you could already see the imprints of her nipples through the housecoat.
>More wriggling brought with it less coverage, like her bathrobe was trying to play hide and seek with you and you were "it".
>Gumdrop finally found a position she was happy with, however, and quit her inappropriate strip-tease.
>She leaned forward in her chair and scooted her ass all the way back so that she was in a proper sitting position.
>And just as you thought would happen, Gumdrop's breasts spilled forward and parted her opened-up housecoat like two giant tits parting the red sea.
>It's hard to think of proper metaphors and similes when you're staring down the double-barrel of your daughter's breasts, alright?
>You would have liked to say that you got the fuck out of there as soon as her nipples came into view.... but then again, you'd like to say a lot of things about your life.
>"Didn't fuck a horse a bunch of times" was one of them, for example.
>Hopefully they won't put that on your tombstone.
>But, no.
>Gumdrop gave you a solid ten seconds of plump, jiggling HUMAN breasts before she made eye-contact with you.
>In that moment, your brain finally made the distinction between "the first human breasts we've seen in almost twenty years" and "your daughter's naked body", and you quickly got right the fuck out of there.
>You almost didn't hear Gumdrop's frustrated little "Hmph!" when you passed her on your way out of the kitchen.

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>The evening that followed felt just as awkward to you as your morning had felt.
>The shops was closed, everything was cleaned up, and you were relaxing in the den with Bon Bon and Gumdrop.
>You and Bon Bon had a big, soft sofa, and Gumdrop had the single-pony couch that you bought when Gumdrop got too big to sit in between you and your wife on the sofa.
>You felt a familiar bead of sweat drip down the back of your neck when you noticed that Gumdrop was wearing her big dumb housecoat again.
>Thankfully, her mother was there, and Gumdrop wouldn't dare maybe-probably-please-God accidentally flash you her big, fat tits again.
>"What are you up to, Sweets?" asked Bon Bon, picking her head up from your lap and gazing at your daughter.
>Gumdrop hummed and hawed a bit, wriggling subtly in her seat.
>You saw that, though.
>You fucking know what she was trying to do.
>"Not much, Mommy," intoned Gumdrop, her tone innocent, "I was just thinking about going to bed early."
>She made eye-contact with you and her lips twitched as she held in a smirk.
>"I think I'll open my window tonight. It's pretty warm in the house right now."
>Wriggle.
>Wriggle-wriggle-wriggle.
>You glared at your daughter in a way that clearly said "Don't you dare flash your dad again, you little shit".
>There was a glare you had to make to get that specific message across, and you never once thought you would ever actually need it.
>Either your daughter ignored that message or she interpreted it to mean "Please, show me more of your body", because her smile grew and her wriggling picked up.
>Just like this morning, the knot in her housecoat's belt loosened, and the amount of flesh covered by cloth shrunk.
"Gumdrop...." you said in a low voice, stretching out her name in warning.
>"What is it, Daddy?" your daughter asked innocently as she nudged her thigh against the fabric of her housecoat, tugging on her belt and loosening it even more.
>Bon Bon looked in between you and Gumdrop, and your heart skipped a beat in anxiety when your wife leveled you with a warning glare.
>"Anon..." 
>Oh God, she knew.
>"I thought we got you over that silly nudity taboo you had."
>Oh God, she didn't know.
>You don't know if this was better, or worse.
>Bon Bon turned towards Gumdrop and smiled at her.
>"Don't listen to your father, Sweets. Humans used to wear clothes all the time, and your dad grew up in that kind of constricting culture."
>Bon Bon shot you another glare before she continued talking.
>Bonnie, don't you fucking do this to me.
>"I don't know why your dad's stubborn little quirk is coming back now, but don't you worry about it. It's HIS problem; not your's."
>You're dead to me, Bonnie.
>How are you supposed to justify some (from their perspective) backwards, constrictive viewpoint after well over a decade of not really even thinking about it?
>"Oh, my daughter's tits make me feel uncomfortable"
>>"Well, you've been in Equestria for twenty fucking years, Anon. What's your excuse?"
>That won't fly.
>Dammit.
>Bon Bon rests her head back on your lap right at the moment when Gumdrop gets this big, dumb smug smile on her face.
>"Sure thing, Mommy."
>DAMMIT.
>Gumdrop had never tried stripping nude before now, so it had never been an issue. Though it seemed kind of obvious to you now that your horse-wife (who never wears clothes) would have no trouble with her half-horse daughter going around naked, the thought had honestly never occurred to you.
>Mostly because you don't generally think about your naked daughter.
>....or at least, you didn't before this morning.
>You miss those days.
>Rather than tear the housecoat off and be done with it, your daughter seemed to have it in her mind to tease you.
>She kept nudging one of her thighs against the fabric of her housecoat, which had so-far remained draped over her crotch.
>But with each tug, the loose knot in the housecoat's soft belt got more and more undone, revealing more and more cream-coloured thigh.
>You were beginning to sweat audibly.
>Each time her thighs spread and pulled against the confines of her bathrobe, the fabric would tighten and lift up from her crotch, teasing you with the sight of her lower lips.
>Her insistent tugging finally paid off, and the belt fully undid itself.
>Her entire bathrobe seemed to slip off of her, clearly being held together entirely by that one damned belt.
>Her thighs spread further, finally coming to a more natural and apparently more comfortable position.
>The bathrobe parted right down the middle (as most housecoats do) and revealed skin that got darker and smoother the closer it got to the area in between her legs.
>Your mind was screaming at you to look away, but your eyes were completely drawn to follow the gap in her dressing gown as it traveled further down towards her crotch.
>Finally, the loose garment settled down and fell completely open.
>That's when you saw it: presented to you on a silver platter.
>Gumdrop's gumdrop.
>You almost laughed when your mind made that little connection, but you were too busy being uncomfortable about your growing erection to do anything about it.
>Her pussy looked just like her mother's.
>The lips were thick and prominent, like they were on all mares.
>The dark-cream (almost a light gray) lips already had a slight glisten to them as her horse-fluids started to coat them.
>Your eye twitched when her pussy winked with an audible ~squelch~.
>Gumdrop was getting off to this, and both of you knew it.
>After a very uncomfortable ten minutes of gradually failing to contain your erection (your sense of overwhelming shame helped a lot at first), you accidentally started poking your wife in the face.
>Bon Bon just giggled and batted at your chest with a hoof.
>"Anon~... stop that."
>Can't stop; won't stop.
>That night, when you made love to your wife, you were uncomfortably aware that Gumdrop's room shared a wall with your bedroom; a room filled with Bon Bon's loud moans and the pungent scent of a horse that's spilt squash soup all over your bed sheets twice already.
>You keep something like 5 pairs of sheets on hand for reasons like this.
>Your mattress is probably ruined by now.

>Unfortunately for you, your daughter didn't stop with the bullshit stunt she pulled that morning.
>After a couple of days of doing that dumb "oops I opened up my housecoat" porn-plot, can-I-pay-for-this-pizza-some-other-way shit, Gumdrop realized that it wasn't working.
>You knew to get the fuck out of that room whenever Gumdrop walked in wearing her housecoat, and not even straight-up flashing you as you walked past her got her any brownie points.
>Bon Bon, of course, was no help.
>For whatever reason (probably because she knew that your daughter's nudity made you uncomfortable), your wife was squarely on Gumdrop's side in the nudity debate.
>She'd go out of her way to encourage Gumdrop to drop her horse-pants and take off her human-shirt and sit right on her daddy's lap.
>The wriggling that would inevitably follow would result in a quiet orgasm that would leak through your pants, your underwear, and soak your cock in the searing-hot musky fluid.
>Your wife had no sympathy for you. Mister "I can stare at naked hores pussy at eat my cereal with no problem".
>"Quit being such a foal," she'd say, "you can wash your pants later. It's all a part of a little filly growing up."
>Bullshit.
>Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit.
>Every chance she got, Bon Bon would go out of her way to "help" you to get used to seeing the first human tits you've see in nearly twenty years.
>Not even Lyra was on your side despite being a human-obsessed weirdo.
>"C'mon, Nonny! You see my teats all the time and I'm like a sister to you, right?"
>Shit like this is why you weren't ever going to consider a threesome with Lyra.
>Almost a whole month went by.
>A month filled with your daughter getting more and more brave with her nudity.
>Brushing up against you in the kitchen, reaching over to to grab something and dragging her naked tits across your arm.
>Hopping on your back for piggy-back rides and grinding her crotch into your back.
>Staring you straight in the eye when Bon Bon wasn't home and blatantly rubbing her thick horse-pussy lips.
>It was the worst.
>Your more primal "stick your cock in it" instincts LOVED this new side of your daughter, and it made itself known.
>You swear, Gumdrop developed a sixth sense for whenever her father was masturbating because he saw too much naked human-parts.
>You'd be stroking yourself, maybe massaging your balls a bit, and she'd either be hiding in your closet or peeking under the door at you.
>The worst part was that you were getting used to it.
>You went from "Oh god, put that cock away and get Gumdrop out of the room", to "Just... just fuck it. Finish up and then tell your daughter to wash her hands before she touches anything".
>Looking back, that was probably her plan all along; she couldn't jump her father's bones if dear ol' dad wasn't comfortable with her sexuality on some level.
>For God's sake, even your WIFE was acting more and more lewd with you when Gumdrop was in the room. It was like she could sense that you weren't having a stroke over your daughter flashing her titties anymore and decided that being in the same room as your daughter was fair game to initiate a blowjob.
>Fuck it, you know? You didn't care any more.
>You stopped caring right at the end of your first family-funtime blowjob, when Gumdrop had her hands buried in her lap and stared you in the eye at the moment that you blew your load into Bon Bon's mouth.
>You know what? She won. Gumdrop fucking won. It doesn't even bother you any more. If Gumdrop came up to you and asked you to stick your fist up her asshole, you'd respond by telling her to go find the olive oil, and a mop.
>So....
>You guess it really wasn't very much of a surprise when Bon Bon was out late with Lyra, and Gumdrop wandered into your bedroom.

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>The clip-clop of hooves on the ground outside your closed door roused you from your state of dozing.
>Clip-clop.... clip-clop.... clip-clop....
>Two hoof-falls to a set; not four.
>That could only mean one thing.
>"Daddy?"
>Gumdrop.
>"Daddy, can I come in? I had a nightmare and I can't get back to sleep."
>You know you really shouldn't.
>You know what's going to happen.
>But the whimpering coming from your daughter roused those somewhat-muted fatherly instincts, dulled from weeks and weeks of slowly inserting Gumdrop into your brain's "would fuck" category.
>Without opening your eyes, you call out to your daughter.
"Come on in, Sweets. Door's open."
>You scrunch your eyes tighter-shut as the pitch-blackness of your bedroom is broken by the light coming in from the briefly-open door, but a soft -click- herolds darkness once more.
>Clip-clop.... clip-clop.... clip-clop....
>You pull back the covers as soon as your daughter's hoof-falls come near, and Gumdrop crawls in without a word.
>Without even waiting for you to lower the sheets, Gumdrop wraps her arms around you and cuddles into your chest.
>It feels just like how she used to snuggle with you for comfort back when she was younger, but the moment is a little bit ruined when you notice that your daughter is shirtless (and likely pantsless) and that she's mashing her tits against your bare chest.
>It's this moment that your half-asleep brain feels fit to inform you that you decided to sleep in the nude tonight so that you could surprise Bon Bon when she got home.
>Too tired to really deal with Gumdrop's latest in a string of stranger-danger (the strangest danger of all), you just lower the sheets and wrap your own arms around your daughter's back and hold her close.
>You like this. Just cuddling with your daughter, you mean. It's moments like this tha-
>...you can feel her stiff nipples rubbing up against her as she shuffles around, trying to get comfortable. And just like that, the moment is ru-oh, what do you care anymore?
"Gumdrop?" you ask sleepily, rubbing comforting circles in your daughter's back, "Do you wanna talk about your bad dream?"
>Gumdrop buries her face in your neck and shakes her head "no".
>You give her the benefit of the doubt and choose to believe that her dream was a real scary one.
>Even though you can feel her taking great big breaths through her nose, still buried in the nape of your neck, you muscle through it and try to keep your mind off of the topic of dirty things.
>You and Gumdrop stay this way for a few minutes, wrapped up in each other's arms. Her legs, covered in  cream-coloured fur, feel smooth on your own two human legs. Her hair is soft and poofy like her mother's, and even has almost the exact same scent. The skin on her back is soft and smooth, and it satisfies you in ways that have been unavailable to you since you last saw another human, almost twenty years ago.
>You're eager to get more of that satisfaction, and you start rubbing your hands up and down Gumdrop's back.
>Your daughter moans in appreciation and nuzzles deeper into your neck, and you can feel her hot breath tickling the sensitive skin of your collarbone.
>You almost don't feel the butterfly kisses she begins to press into your neck at first.
>Much like it's been more-or-less trained to do, your cock begins to harden at the touch and smell of your daughter.
>Soft fur provides resistance soon enough, and the contact of your penis on her thigh causes Gumdrop to freeze up.
>For all the teasing she's done, your daughter has never actually once touched your bare cock.
>She starts to shiver in your arms out of either fear, or anticipation.
>You quickly realize that it's out of anticipation when she begins to gently rock her hips against your body.
>"D-Daddy~" Gumdrop moans quietly.
>You both gasp when your cock finally shifts position and slaps against your daughter's pussy lips, effectively hotdogging them.
>Your daughter shivers and wriggles up against you, and her hips do these tiny, almost spastic thrusts against your groin.
>"Please... Please, Daddy, I want it so badly..."
>.....
>And with that one little line, you've officially reached your breaking point.
>If your daughter wants to fuck you, then you're going to give her the dicking that she's been begging for.
>You tighten your hold on your daughter and roll onto your back dragging Gumdrop (and most of your blankets) on top of you.
>Your bodies part momentarily and the shock of cold you feel on your skin makes you realize that you've both started to sweat, so you pull her back close.
>You know what? Before tonight, Gumdrop could stare you dead in the eye while she masturbates to the sight of her mother giving you a blowjob. Now, it seems, she's gotten a bit shy, and that just won't do.
>You place you hand under your daughter's chin and gently lift her head up, lowering your own to meet her in a kiss.
>Her eye, once tightly-shut, widen in shock and surprise before she begins to early return your affection.
>You move the hand on her chin over to cup her cheek, and Gumdrop leans into your warm touch.
>Your other hand slowly slides down her back until it's cupping her ass. Using your years of experience with fucking a horse, you grip her butt and encourage her to lift up, which she does after a moment of hesitation. It doesn't take long for you to guide the head of your cock to the entrance of her pussy. All you had to do was find the hottest, wettest part of her crotch.
>You, being the quote-unquote (because really? At this point?) "responsible father" you are, hesitate and pull your face back to ask your perverted daughter if she's sure she wants to fu-
>Before you can utter the first syllable of "do you want daddy's thick cock", Gumdrop slams her hips downward and impales herself on you.
>Both of you moan. For you, it's mostly shock at the sudden tight-hot feeling on your dick. For her, it's she sheer amount of pleasure of her first time, and pure satisfaction of finally seducing her father.
>I mean, you guess you'd feel pretty good yourself if you managed to fuck your mother.
>....
>Anyway.
>She's hot.
>She's tight.
>She's soaking your groin just like her mother does.
>She's your daughter and, for fucking once, that fact is turning you on to the point where your cock is so hard that it hurts.
>In and out.
>Over and over.
>Sometimes slow, sometimes fast.
>Sometimes deep, sometimes shallow.
>Your groin is absolutely soaked.
>Gumdrop shivers and wriggles like the pleasure is overwhelming her; like she absolutely cannot get enough of your cock.
>Gumdrop gasps again, but it isn't out of pleasure or an unexpected thrust from you this time.
>It's horror, plain and simple.
>The same gasp that people from those shitty horror movies back on Earth would give when they stumbled onto someone hacking apart a dead body.
>"Are you having fun, Sweets?"
>Bon Bon's voice is right by your ear, and you ever-so-slowly turn your head to look at her.
>Honesty? You don't know what's going to happen next.
>On the one hand, you were just caught cheating on Bon Bon. On the other hand, Bon Bon had been encouraging the women you're cheating on her with to walk around naked and to sit on your lap.
>You catch your wife's eye just as she presses a kiss into your daughter's exposed, sweaty neck.
>The little shit winks at you before laying down and nuzzling Gumdrop's neck.
>"Go easy, Gumdrop," Bon Bon coo's, kissing Gumdrop on the neck again, "Take it slowly. Eat your vegetables, and you might just get dessert~."
>Bon Bon reaches a hoof out and lays it on your nearest shoulder, closing her eyes and whispering sweet nothings into Gumdrop's ear.
>This is the tipping point for you.
>Your balls tighten and a pressure builds in your groin, and you just can't seem to gather up the energy to lift Gumdrop off of you and pull out.
>For the most part, you mentally shrug and decide "fuck it". You grip your daughter's hips and start thrusting short and hard as your orgasm overtakes you.
>Gumdrop groans breathlessly as you empty yourself inside of her, and you can see Bon Bon grinning out of the corner of your eye.
>Your orgasm is so intense that you swear you went blind for just a few seconds.
>You don't think you've ever cum this much in your life. Each pulse feels like you're practically pissing your seed into Gumdrop.
>Seconds pass like minutes, and you get the paradoxical sensation of your climax lasting too long and yet not long enough. You and your daughter are left a sweaty, panting mess.
>You start to pull away from Gumdrop, but Bon Bon raises a hoof to stop you.
>"Hold up, Anon. Stay inside her; I don't want any of your sticky stuff leaking out."
>Sticky stuff.
>The bizarre interludes of innocence that Bon Bon spits out never fail to throw you for a loop.
>You open your mouth to ask just what the hell was going down, but Bon Bon places her raised hoof onto your mouth.
>"Shhh...." she whispered, curling up beside you, "Go to sleep. We'll talk in the morning."

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Epilogue:

>As it turns out, Bon Bon had been okay with this for a long time.
>That sensation that your wife had felt all those years ago - that two names could have been used for your daughter instead of one - stuck with her for years and years.
>When she saw your daughter starting to act upon her attraction for you, it finally dawned on her why she couldn't get the name "Saltwater Taffy" out of her head.
>It wasn't meant for your and Bon Bon's daughter.
>It was meant for your and GUMDROP'S daughter.
>You, being a creature not native to Equestria, had no magic for which to think of a descriptive name for your daughter. And you know what? Turns out that your daughter didn't have any magic either, so a name would have never occurred to her.
>Bon Bon's magic was remembering it on your behalf.
>Much like how destiny brings a proper name to a mother-to-be's mind, destiny had brought you and Gumdrop together.
>Your new daughter, Saltwater Taffy, was born an unusual nine months later, a stark contrast to a usual pony's (and even Gumdrop's) development period of eleven months.
>You guess that had been just another little bit of emphasis on how human Gumdrop was.
>It was weird, explaining why Gumdrop was pregnant and who the father was, but most ponies just nodded and agreed that you can't fight destiny.
>And you know what?
>You don't want to. Going along with what fate wants has been pretty damn rewarding.