April 14, 2016: I may or may not continue this story.  Things, as always, are not working out too well in the Satyr thread for me.  Seems there's some kind of ever-lasting debate about incest and pregnancy and all that bullshit.  If things don't work out for me there, then I'll just re-write this story with Cotton Candy as Anon's regular pone daughter and post it in the Age Difference thread.

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Context:
>>27007736
>The psychologist closes his book and takes his glasses off, tucking them away in a horsepocket.
>"In all honesty, I'd be more surprised if she WASN'T sexually attracted to you, Mr. Anonymous."
>"He's not wrong, Daddy!" chirps your satyr daughter, her curls so much like her mother's, "You're the only colt for me!"
>Your daughter buries her face in your clothed crotch and makes herself busy bathing herself in your scent.

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>You are Anon, the only human in Equestria.
>You met your waifu, Flurry Heart, years ago when you violently appeared in the middle of her throne room.
>After a very short period of imprisonment and ponice brutality, you were brought before the Princess.
>You explained your situation and were set free to really just do whatever you wanted.
>In some long, contrived bullshit story, you and Princess Flurry Heart (a totally adult-aged mare) fell in love and got horsemarried.
>You had a beautiful satyr-daughter named "Shining Sparkle", whom your waifu named after her father and her aunt.
>Technically her name is "Mi Amore Shining Sparkle", but nopony wants to say all that shit when "Shining" or "Sparkle" is so much easier to say.
>But fuck that; you call her "Cotton Candy" because she has the most adorable, most fluffy, most EDIBLE looking hair you've ever seen.
>It puts that the mane on that old mare from Ponyville, Sweetie Drops, to shame.
>Today, you've encountered a problem.
>It was a day like any other; you assisted your waifu with her duties as Princess of the Crystal Empire; her mother and father having decided to go on vacation for a few centuries and leave the country to Flurry Heart.
>As you approached the doors to your master bedroom, you heard something troubling.
>Moaning.

>Not pained moaning; no, that would have been too easy to deal with.
>Alicorn-satyrs heal like motherfuckers.
>Break a wing? More like.... DON'T have broken a wing.
>Bam; healed.
>This was more....
>"Ohhh, please; more!"
>...l-lewd.

>You slowly push open the solid oak doors and hope to God that what's happening isn't what you're DAMN sure is happening.
>But fuck your life and everything about it, because it's happening.
>Your beautiful baby girl is laid out on her back on top of a pile of your dirty laundry, which is spilling out of your overturned clothes hamper.
>Her eyes are closed and her nose is buried in a pair of your dirty underwear.
>You can hear her taking deep, ragged breaths from all the way over here.
>"Mmm~ Oh, Daddy..."
>The hand she had buried in her soaking, stripped panties moves furiously against her horsepussy.
>Well, shit.
>Cadence WARNED you this could happen.
>You thought she was just making those weird jokes that Alicorns made because they were old enough that even fucking INCEST didn't make them blink to joke about, but hey.
>Your daughter opens her mouth wide and gives the crotch of your soiled undies a long, hard lick.
>"Oh Celestia, you taste so good!"
>Wow.
>WOW.
>Oh boy.
>Whoo!
>Okay.
>You have the WEIRDEST boner right now.
>Exit, stage get the fuck out.
>Your daughter's eyes snap open and instantly zero-in on yours.
>There were a lot of things you expected to happen, you know.
>You thought that she would get up and run past you and into her room.
>Maybe she'd hide in there for a few days and then eventually grow out of this... phase she was going through.
>You thought you would never have to speak of this again.
>You thought you would have sex with your wife as soon as she got home so that you could get rid of your whyboner without jacking it to the sight before you.
>But fuck you, right?
>Cotton Candy, her face flushed and your saliva-soaked underwear clutched in her hand, acts quickly and shuts the door with her magic.

"S-sweetie? Look, th-there's nothing to be ashamed of, okay?"
>You could write a book on lies that parents tell their children.
>Entry one: "You licked your daddy's crotch-cloth, and that's okay"
"It's embarrassing, but in a little while yo-mmph!"
>And now you're kissing your daughter.
>You were too shocked to tighten your lips or close your jaw, and now you've gotten her tongue jammed into your own mouth.
>You try to move your limbs and walk away, but Cotton Candy's got her magic all over you.
>Funny; she was the only pony (or pony-like creature) to make magic "stick" to you.
>Guess it had been her human genes.

>You can feel her hot breath on your wet, saliva-coated lips as your daughter pulls away from you.
>"Oh, Daddy, please don't be mad..."
>A bead of sweat drips down your cheek and she licks it up.
>"I need you."
>With your body still immobilized with her magic, Cotton Candy make short work of your button, fly, and belt.
>"I need you; I need you; I need you; I need you; I need you"
>It's like a mantra or a chant to keep her focused.
>Or maybe it's like a prayer; the way she gazed at your hardening tool certainly gave the impression that she absolutely worshipped your cock.

>Cotton Candy wastes no time and buries her nose in your crotch, right where your cock and balls meet.
>Right where the pungent smell of man-meat is the strongest.
>You can feel more than hear her taking a deep breath through her nose, as well as the shuddering breath she lets out afterwards.
>Her eyes meet yours, and you can see lust and love in equal measure.
>"You smell so good, Daddy."
>With a look of rapture on her face, Cotton Candy gives your scrotum a big lick.
>Her eyes close as she enjoys the unique musky, salty taste of your cum-sack.
>She gives you a mischievous grin; the same one she has on her face when she pulls pranks on "Auntie Twi".
>"And you taste even better." 
>Fuck.
>>"Anonymous?"
>Your wife stands at the door, taking in the scene before you.
>FUCK.


>Well, your marriage had a good run.
>You got to fall in love with the animal of your dreams
>Stick your penis into that horsepussy
>Somehow IMPREGNATE that horsepussy
>And raise your daughter for a number of years.
>You really REALLY hope that whatever fate your wife has for you will be painless; or at least quick.

>>"Mi Amore Shining Sparkle! You let your father go THIS. INSTANT."
>Oh, hey, you're not being yelled at.
>And you're still alive!
>....and you got your balls licked.
>Good day overall.
>The magic constraints wrapped tight around your body fall loose and you sprawl out on your bed.
>"M-mom?! Don't you have wo-aah!"
>With a deafening ~SLAP~, Flurry Heart backhands Cotton Candy away from you.
>You aren't sure who looked more shocked in that moment; your wife, or your daughter.
>But that shocked was quickly replaced by anger; anger on both of their faces.
>>"H-how DARE you do that to your father! After everything he's done for you, you just... just..."
>Flurry Heart makes choking noises, clearly struggling to even produce words adequate to describe this situation.
>>"...RAPE him! You tied him up with your magic and RAPED him! How COULD you!"
>Cotton Candy, however, has inherited the Twilight-family rage, and does not take this lying down.
>"Maybe I wouldn't HAVE to ra.... to... to make Daddy feel good if you didn't NEGLECT him all the time!"
>Oh, she did NOT just go there.
>Cotton Candy is back on her horsefeet and stalks over to your prone form. 
>Quick as a whip, she reaches out and grabs your turgid dong in her hand and cradles your balls possessively.
>"When's the last time you did ANYTHING to these?!"
>...she.... sort of has a point.
>Flurry Heart's eye twitches and a vein throbs on her horn.
>Flurry Heart jumps up onto your bed and magically shoves Cotton Candy off of you and out through the bedroom door.
>With a pop, your daughter disappears.
>The silence that follows feels heavy on your chest.
>Your wife sits beside you protectively; almost as though she's worried that Cotton Candy will come back and try to claim what rightfully belongs to Flurry Heart.
>>"....I sent her to her grand-aunt's castle."
>She turns around and lays down next to you, notably facing away from you.
>>"I don't know how long she'll stay there for. Weeks, for certain; maybe months."
>You want to console your wife.
>You're thrilled that she doesn't blame you for your daughter's actions, but you aren't sure how Flurry Heart would react if you pulled her into a hug.

>>"My mother warned us that this would happen," speaks your wife after what feels like an eternity of waiting, "Do you remember?"
>How could you forget?
>Your mother-in-law, the Goddess of Love itself, telling you that one day your daughter might want to be intimate with one or more of her parents.
>That isn't something that you easily accept.
>Acknowledge, sure; but not accept.
>You don't say anything; it doesn't feel right to talk.
>>"She's the grand-daughter of the Princess of Love. The daughter of a stallion whose species is in heat all year 'round."
>She turns to face you and you can see the ghost of a smirk on her tired, unbelievably sad face.
>>"Daughter of the mare with the biggest wingspan and longest horn."
>It had always been a matter of pride for Flurry Heart.
>When she was young, her wings and her horn made her look silly and unnatural.
>But as she aged, it gave her the pony equivalent of a ten-inch dick.
>Flurry's smile fades and she wraps her forehooves around your neck, slowly pulling you into a gentle embrace.
>>"I'm sorry I wasn't there when it happened, sweetie. I could..."
>Her breath hitches, but she's stronger than to let her tears fall.
>She's the leader of the nation and it will take more than this to break her.
>>"...I could have stopped her. I knew it would happen. I caught her sneaking away your clothes and I didn't do anything to stop her."
>What?
>She knew this was happening and she let you get raped by your own flesh-and-blood?!
>Goddammit, you TRUSTED her!
>...but then, you also trusted yourself not to get turned on by what happened.
>You... probably wouldn't have put up too much of a fight if your wife hadn't walked in when she did, and your daughter tried to go all the way with you.
>Cotton Candy was a pony from the waist-down, so underwear was always optional for her.
>But her upright stance put her horsepussy on display pretty prominently; not that Cotton cared.
>Looking back, she probably knew full-well what she was doing.

>It's the middle of the night when you feel something a-ticklin' your balls.
>Is your wife going to try to re-claim your jank?
>Because you are all fucking for angry, possessive sex.
>Seems a bit odwhooothat is a tongue.
>Flurry Heart didn't wait for you to wash off the taste of her daughter before going down on you.
>[spoiler]Kinky.[/spoiler]
>Is it weird that that turns you on?
>You slowly open your eyes to the sight of your wife's strangely-coloured mane in your face.
>thenwhowasphone.txt
>With a flexing of your pelvic floor, you let your cockwarmer know that you're awake.
>If it's your father-in-law again, you swear to god.
>[spoiler]That was a one-time deal and you only did it to establish dominance.[/spoiler]
>"Ooooh, SOMEpony likes this."
>Cotton Candy?!
"Candy," you whisper-shout, arms wrapped protectively around your sleeping wife, "What on Earth are you doing?! You're supposed to be with your Aunt!"
>A lump travels up, up, up the blankets and your little girl's head pokes out.
>She moves close to your head and licks your earlobe.
>"Auntie Twilight agrees with me," she whispers, idly stroking your hardening cock with a small hand, "So she gave me a pendant with Castle Flurry's magical lock signature."
>Motherfucking Twilight Sparkle gave her the spare keys to the house?
>What the fuck, Twilight?
>No, really; what the ACTUAL fuck?
>Equestria is WEIRD, man.
>Hardening your features [spoiler]unf[/spoiler], you stare down your daughter.
>It's the same look you'd give her when she was younger whenever she crossed a line during an argument, or did something you and her mother had forbidden her to do.
"Cotton Candy, you need to LEAVE. I don't know what's gooOOOhh,"
>Oh Lordy Loo, Cotton's got your balls in a vice-like grip.
>Fuck.
>FUCK!
>Okay.
>You know what?
>Maybe this won't be so bad.
>Cotton Candy gets The D; you get to keep The D; and your wife is none the wiser.
>God, you're the BEST husband and dad ever.
>With a lingering kiss on your lips to remember her by, Cotton Candy slides back down under the blankets and goes to town on your penis.

>A warm breeze washes over your testicles as Cotton Candy takes in the musky scent of your manhood; a sensation that you are, disturbingly enough, becoming more and more familiar with.
>Next, a warm, wet tongue drags itself across the thick skin of your sack as your daughter savours the flavour of the cum-producers where she came from.
>Once she's satisfied with working her tongue all over your genitals, Cotton Candy sucks the skin of your scrotum into her mouth and begins nursing like a newborn foal.
>In the darkness of your bedroom, Cotton Candy's shaking moans and quiet words of pleasure are all you hear.
>"Oh, Daddy~" whispers Cotton Candy, her tongue stained with your taste, "You're driving me WILD."
>She licks up the pre-cum that's been slowly dripping from the head of your cock.
>"I've been waiting for this for so long..."
>You shiver and hug your wife tight, barely resisting the powerful urge to groan loudly as your daughter takes the engorged head of your cock into her mouth and starts working her tongue around it.
>You aren't going to last long at this rate.
>Without warning, she takes the length of your passion into her mouth, bobbing her head and making lewd slurping noises.
>FuckfuckfuckfuCKFUCKFUCKFUUUUUUCK
>You cum like you've never came before.
>This entire situation is so lewd; so dirty and taboo and forbidden.
>You've never been more turned on in your LIFE.
>You moan and gasp into Flurry's mane, trying your best to keep quiet as not to wake your wife.
>Pulse after pulse of pleasure runs through your entire body as your body deposits load after hot, sticky load of your white cum into your daughter's dirty little mouth.
>Despite the heavy blankets muffling the sounds coming from the activity around your crotch, you can clearly hear your daughter swallowing over and over and over.
>That... was amazing.
>How can something so wrong feel so good?
>Cotton Candy crawls up your body again and presses a loving kiss onto your cheek.
>"I had a lot of fun tonight, Daddy," she whispers, slowly sliding out from under the blankets and off of your bed, "Maybe we can do this again sometime soon~"
>With an innocent giggle, she's gone.
>Part of you wonders if you dreamt it.
>Part of you hopes that you didn't.
>You need to add two things to your "to-do" list for tomorrow:
>One: Send a thank-you note to Twilight Sparkle
>Two: Talk to your wife about her feelings on incest.
>Sleep overtakes you.
>....
>A blue Alicorn waits for you, a smug smile on her face and a knowing look in her eyes.
>Well, shit.
"Hello, Luna."