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"WHAAAAATTTTTT!?!?!?!? Aaauuuggghhhh!!! No! No! I-I'm sorry for screaming! It's... haaah... it's just a surprise. He wouldn't have told me himself anyway... you know how Daddy can be... A-anyway, thank you, Mrs. Cooper. Now if you don't mind... I have a colt I need to yell at..."

Click!

"FUCK!!!"

It had to happen now. It had to happen now. It had to happen NOW!?

Yes... yes it did. It indeed had to happen now.

With a defeated groan, the young mare fell back upon her neatly folded bed, her arms collapsing upon her face. Here she was, the first day of summer, college classes having ended just the previous day, her suitcases all filled with clothes and other random crap, prepared for an awesome trip cross country with her friends to Oceanside--! Only to hear that, yes, all of it was to come crashing to an immediate halt due to news from home.

Goodness, fucking, gracious...

Should she scream more? No... that won't change anything. Should she go along with her plans? No... she loves her father too much to do something so cruel. But ooooooooh, was that stupid colt gonna get an earful when she gets back! She was going to make him know he ruined her vacation plans!

Her perfect, perfect vacation plans... ugh... what a day, what a day...

Fingers cut through golden-blonde hair, revealing the face of a young woman, a young mare. At nineteen years of age, she still had light brown fur, and such shimmering brown eyes. Even the golden mane that is her hair continues to capture the radiance of the sun upon it, glowing like sands on a beach, or coins in a stereotypical treasure chest.

But... uh... you probably wouldn't notice that first when you look at her. No, when you look at her, you'll first notice your head tipping_up_. She was tall.

Very.

Very.

Tall.

Look, horses are known for being tall in comparison to their fellow beastkin, but she somehow stole the proverbial height cake. At six foot one, you too would be seen as abnormally tall when compared to your peers.

This feeling of height and superiority was only accented by her toned physique. She was no bodybuilder, no weightlifter or anything overbearing like that, but instead comparable to an athletic runner, or maybe even a high-flying gymnast... if her height didn't create issues in those regards.

Seriously, were all other gymansts four foot nine? Talk about annoying...

But uh, back to those eyes of hers. While brown and beautiful, they were ever a window into a feelings. Only she could go from wide and cute, to sharp and domineering in zero seconds flat. The kind of eyes that tighten immediately, seizing upon a person or thing like a predator locks on prey. Thankfully, she wasn't a predator, but the rumors of her mother being a lioness have been difficult to disprove.

Oh well!

So... tall? Check. Athletic? Check? Cool or cute when she needs to be? Check? To many, she was perfect in all regards, and honestly, she'd agree... not to sound egotistical of course. But is there any flaw to her visage, any detriment to this mare's perfect reflection? Well... some would say it would be her...

"God-fucken-dammit!? Ain't this some raw cow shit!? Once I get my hands on that old colt, I'll ring him damn well and good!!!"

Yeah, it would be that; her voice. She would say her tone is like that of a southern belle. Others would say she was like a raunchy cowgirl when her buttons were pressed... with more than just a 'healthy' doze of valley girl to tie it all together.

That 'cowgirl' vibe seemed to be purposeful as well, due to her choice of clothing. Gaze down the halls of Golden Bell University, and you'd see the tall mare striding down them in whatever choice of shortalls she decided to wear that day. Today, said shortalls were burgundy in color, with a plaid yellow shirt beneath and some brown boots.

Her name was Anastasia. Anastasia Ford. Though, everyone just called her--

"Stacey!? Eh, is something going on in there?"

Pulling her head up, the mare cut her eyes over towards the door of her bedroom, watching it open to reveal the slick, cool salamander on the opposite end. She had cool black scales with some red highlights, this sly look in her eyes, a voluptuous body, and piercing green eyes. One look at her would make anyone fold...

But not Stacey.

"Fuck off, Luna. I ain't got time for your shit right now..." groaned the mare as her eyes cut towards her phone, grabbing it from off her pillow, "I got things to do..."

"Ooooh! We're in full cowgirl mode, eh?" the cool salamander remarked, before slithering right up to the empty spot on the bed, "Do tell, Stacey! What? Your ex do something stupid again?"

"Huh? No, this ain't got nothin' to do with him," muttered the blonde as she stroked some of her long hair back, "It's Daddy who's in trouble..."

"'Daddy'...?" repeated the salamander, before a wide, teasing grin adorned her lips, "You sly, sly mare! I didn't know you had a sugar daddy!"

"WHAT!?"

"Do tell, do tell! What, is he... like, in his fifties? His sixties? It would explain how you were able to afford all your nice clothes despite having no job and going to college like me! Hmmm...." she placed her fingers on her chin, rubbing it while Stacey continued staring at her in an incredulous manner, "Oh, I know! He's married, isn't he? That's why I've never heard of him before now!" Smack!"Heeeeyyy!!!"

"I ain't got no sugar daddy, you slutty salamander!" Stacey decreed as she straightened up on her bed, "Unlike you, when I call someone 'Daddy', I'm actually talkin' about my Daddy! My father!" she shook her head before returning her gaze to the phone in hand, "I got a call just now from one of his neighbors, Mrs. Cooper. He works construction, ya see, and he got injured on the job... ugh..." she palmed her head, "It happened a little while ago, but I'm just hearin' about it now..."

"What? Your father didn't tell you?"

"Of course he didn't," she said as she began swiping through her phone's apps, "That stupid colt... he'll probably say somethin' dumb like 'I didn't wanna bother you while you were out, babygirl!' If I hear that shit one more time, I'll... I'll! Well... I ain't sure what I'll do, but I'll do it when I get there!"

"Well... that's not gonna ruin our plans, it is?" asked Luna as she straightened up, gazing at her friend with a concerned face, "We're all still going to Oceanside together... right?"

"Weeeeelll..."

Reaching back, Stacey scratched the back of her head in an uncomfortable manner, not really sure how to respond. Oceanside was on the opposite side of the country from where they were, and Oak Vale - where her father lived - was even a little bit farther away from where they were! They had this whole plan together; drive cross country, have fun, get drunk, and spend summer break fucking around at Elliot's summer home. Sounds fun, right?

But...

"Look, Luna, I can't leave my father like this!" Stacey said in a defensive manner, "That's my Daddy! For as long as I can remember, it's just been him 'n me! I can't leave him alone when he's hurtin'!"

"Hey, Stacey, you don't have to explain anything," said Luna in a genuine manner, her hand stroking along her friend's shoulder, "That's your father, and ya'know, family comes first. But... still, it isn't going to be much fun without you."

"Thanks for understandin'... I hope everyone else will..." she sighed, "And I was really lookin' forward to this. I've never been to Oceanside before."

"Oh, it's an amaaazzzing_place," said Luna as she smiled from cheek to cheek, "But I won't forget you while I'm there! Instead..." she giggled, "I'll be sure to suck _twice as many dicks for you!" SMACK! "Owwww! Stacey! That one actually hurt!"

"You lusty lizard! 'Suck twice as many dicks'!? Like, who the hell talks like that!?" Stacey snapped while her friend rubbed her cheek, a sheepish smile adorning her lips.

"Ehehehe...! I-I do! Heh! But uh... tell me, Stacey... how are you getting back home?"

"I'll just rent a ride. It may cost a bit to drive me all the way there, but it'll be worth it... ya'know why?"

"Eheh... why, Stacey?"

...

Cuz ain't nothin' gonna stop me from screaming my Daddy's ear off!

Oak Vale... have you... ever heard of it? A place called Oak Vale? Of course you haven't. The name 'Oak Vale' means nothing to no one, save for the people who actually live there. She's heard it described a number of ways throughout the years: green, humble, quaint. She preferred the term... simple.

Yeah, Oak Vale was simple.

It was a community of suburban homes resting beside a sprawling forest, and with a crystal clear lake not too far away either. It also wasn't too far away from larger, bustling cities, like Eastgate, or even Document City, which wasn't too far off.

For the people of Oak Vale, their green, humble, quaint, simple community was... well... _home._And that feeling of homeliness was extended to the blonde mare who stood on its sidewalk, tugging along with her two suitcases and a backpack.

Her brown eyes leered at her surroundings as she rounded the corner of Gibbs Street and Hill Road. According to her phone, she should be--

Arriving at your destination!

"Yeah..." Stacey muttered to herself, her head pulling away from her phone so she could stare upon the structure in front of her.

It was a simple home, two stories in height, sandwich between two other houses, with a brown surface, black roof, and a white picket fence with a Gothic design. Ah... that fence looked just as white now as it did the summer she and her dad painted it. There was a stone walkway that led up to the front porch, a swing set off to the right, and her father's brand new pick up truck that he was super proud of buying last spring... beside the old pick up truck that he just couldn't part with for shear sentimental value.

Aside from the new truck, her home didn't look a day out of place. Perhaps if she hadn't been here for Christmas, seeing her home would be a bit more... emotional. On the other hand, if both trucks were here, then that meant...

"Old damn colt... I'll show him what for..." Stacey growled beneath her breath as she pushed through the fence's gates.

Stomping up towards the front door of her home, she stepped upon the front porch, took a deep breath, readied her hand, and--

Eearr!

The door opened up first.

When one speaks of the colt named Henry Ford, one of two things can happen. Either affectionate sighs from women... or the disapproving and annoyed groans from their husbands. Very, very rarely do you get something in between.

But, boy howdy, is it easy to see why.

No need to beat around the bush; just cut to the chase. Henry... was an_Adonis_ of a man. Now, that term gets thrown around a lot to describe your everyday, common variety, muscle-bound idiot. But, never... never-ever-ever has this term been better fit for a man outside of Henry Ford.

He was big and tall, taller than Stacey in fact, as he stood at an imposing six foot nine. His fur was brown like chocolate, thin too, and he had a luxurious golden mane spilling from the top of his head. Years back, it was far shorter than it was now, but with age comes change, and sometimes that change tells you to look less like a frat boy, and more like the working adult he was.

But... what was said before? That his height made him imposing? Well, any ideas of him being a tall, looming and stern man, was instantly dashed when you gaze upon his face. He was almost always - and I do mean _always -_smiling. But his smile was brighter than that, better than just some grin or smirk or anything like that. While some would say it was charming, that wasn't strong enough. When Henry smiles in your direction, it's as if he's captured the radiance of the sun upon his face. It warms you, calms you, makes you smile as well... and maybe even blush... and maybe even giggle. And if you're attracted to him, well, that smile does more than that!

But some would argue its not the face that's most attractive about Henry, not his hair, not his smile, not his body... though that certainly helps in regards. No, what was most attractive about Henry were his_eyes_. His stunning, bronze eyes. How they attracted others, made them swoon, all whilst sitting atop this kind smile.

For Stacey, those bronze eyes triggered a different response. When she saw the eyes of her father - like she was doing now - she felt...calm.

But only for a few moments.

"Babygirl?"Smack!"Oowwww!?"

"You stupid colt!"

Henry stepped back, his eyes wide as he came face to face with the irate visage of his daughter.... the very same daughter who he swore was heading cross country for Oceanside with her friends. To say he was surprised would be a slight understatement.

Stomping into her home, Stacey growled at her father, her brown eyes looking him up and down. Look confused all he wanted, it wouldn't stop her from giving him the verbal lashing he deserved for the stunt he attempted to pull! But when her eyes looked over her father's form, she saw...

An_arm sling._

His right arm was in a sling, and wrapped tightly in a cast that allowed for no movement. To make matters worse, his right hand was his dominant hand, meaning he was no doubt struggling quite a bit in his day to day life. Seeing him like this reminded Stacey of years past, when her father would come home with all sort of injuries due to his job. Already she felt her heart drop, followed by a puffing of her cheeks as she pouted in his direction.

"You big dummy!" Stacey shouted whilst marching him back up against a wall, "You should've told me you injured yourself! Now look at me!" her hands fell on his shoulders, gently touching him to make sure he was okay, "You got me... coming here straight from campus to make sure you're alright!"

"Geh heh... s-sorry babygirl," Henry apologized in a sheepish manner, even smiling... though that did nothing to placate the fury of his daughter, "B-but you know... I... I didn't want to bother you. You had that entire trip planned for Oceanside with your college friends. You shouldn't need to be worryin' about your dad."

"Fat good that did!" she snapped, "I'm here anyway, cuz you tried sneakin' your injury past me! Don't you know? You can't sneak anythin' past me!"

"Geh... n-now you tell me... but uh..." he raised an eyebrow, "How'd you hear about my injury anyway?"

Stacey didn't say a word, instead opting to point out a nearby window. Led by her finger, he followed her gesture straight towards a house outdoors. It made him groan and palm his face, before saying aloud,

"Mrs. Cooper..."

"Your darn right!" Stacey shouted, "At least someone here had the good sense to tell me what insanity you were up to!" finally she pulled back, but only so she could cross her arms whilst glaring at him, "And where did you think you were goin' with your arm in a sling like that!?"

"Uhhhhh... I... I gotta pick up my painkillers from the pharmacy?"

"Not alone you will!" Stacey said whilst grabbing his free arm, "C'mon, let's go!"

"Ow! Owwww! S-Staceeeyyy! Urrnnhh..."

...

Stacey... wasn't born in Oak Vale. She grew up in Oak Vale and spent most of her life in it, but she wasn't born there. She was born in a place called Southcrest, which - shock of all shocks - is southern on the map compared to cities like Eastgate and Willington. Southcrest is where her father was born, and where he met the woman who would be his daughter's mother. Even now, at nineteen years of age, Stacey wasn't completely sure about what went down between her parents. How she came to be, why they never wedded one another, and how Henry won custody over her when - at the time - he couldn't have been any older than twenty-two. She just knew that - from the few times she has run into her mother over the years - it was the right decision. Henry was the best father she could have ever asked for, and while he made attempts to find love again, it was clear to everyone that she was his first priority.

Perhaps that's why she finds it hard to stomach the idea of leaving her father alone. It would explain why just seeing him with that cane makes her so--

"Angry..."

"What?"

"Huh? Sorry, Daddy..."

Pulling up to the local pharmacy store just outside of Oak Vale, Stacey looked over towards her father, meeting his gaze. Though he was the one with the cast and cane, he appeared to be more concerned for her well-being, not his own. It was flattering and frustrating for Stacey, who felt her father wasn't taking his injury seriously enough!

But she relented, parking the car and getting out, before walking over to her father's side as he disembarked as well. Cane in hand he gave a stretch, before shooting his daughter a smile. She didn't laugh, and instead tugged gently at his arm to help pull him along.

"You still haven't told me how you hurt yourself, Daddy," Stacey said as she led her father to the store.

"Geh heh! How could I with you tuggin' me around like you did?" he replied.

"Won't you take this seriously? Your arm's in a cast, Daddy! Won't that affect your work?" she asked, though he shook his head.

"And that's why we have health insurance for when you're a contractor! Or health care... uh... one of those things I'm payin' bills for," he replied with a chuckle, "Or, well, now that I think about it, the place I was workin' for is paying for all my medical bills... or, well," he shook his head, "Anyway, I know you don't pay much attention to sports outside of your studies, but don't you know the Document City Gold Wings? The baseball team? Their buildin' a new stadium for 'em! Or, well, more accurately, _we're_buildin' a new stadium for me. I had some objects fall on me while workin' which is why I'm like this."

"You had stuff fall on you!? Daddy! Pay more attention!" Stacey snapped as she pinched his cheek.

"Hey! Ow, ow! Okay, I get it! Geh!"

She pouted at him, though he continued grinning back at her, almost in shear indifference to her frustration. And if one were to rewind the clock by a few years, then the image of her tugging her father along to the pharmacy whilst pinching his cheek wouldn't be that out of place.

"Alright, you know your listing, right?" Stacey asked, watching as her father briefly fiddled his hand in his pocket before pulling out the receipt.

"Yup! Right here! I hand this in to them, and they get me what I need!"

"Good! Now go get it! I'm gonna make you some tea when I get home. No alcohol for you, Mister!"

"Ugghhh... you're really killin' me here, Babygirl..." Henry muttered, visibly recoiling at the 'no alcohol' comment.

Still, he headed for the pharmacy counter in the distance, while Stacey stood behind with her arms crossed. Watching her father, she stood and waited for him to collect his medicine whilst speaking with the woman behind the counter. And like a hawk, the mare made sure to pay very close attention to that woman.

Some mink... probably in her thirties. She was short... a bit pudgy._Probably a mother to, like, what? Two or three kids? The look in her eyes was positively _disgusting. She really hated how this mink tied some hair around her finger like a girl twenty years her junior, all whilst gazing up into her father's eyes. And Henry - being the chivalrous horse he was - smiled back, entertaining this mink and whatever nonsense she was no doubt spouting.

It angered Stacey. From a young age, she had to get used to the lustful eyes and flirtatious remarks of those around her, all aimed at her father. How tall he was, how handsome, how kind, and how funny...

All from these horny sluts who didn't know any better...

"Oh my god, is that... Henry?"

"My, my! It is! He left his house!"

Ears twitching, Stacey's head swiveled into the direction of those voices. It was two women - a cat and a bird - both of which looked to be older than her by twenty or so years. They were standing in the aisle next to her, and since she was so tall, the mare could easily see them. She didn't recognize them, but Oak Vale was a sizable community, and they could even be from the neighboring town of Riverside.

"I heard he got injured on the job..." said the bird, perhaps a red robin, "But he looks so great right now!"

"Mm-hmm, I bet he does," replied the orange-furred feline, "Meow... so big and tall... and with that cane, doesn't he just exude this sense of majesty? He's like an earl or duke or something!"

"With his attitude, he's more like a knight," the bird retorted, "And a mighty fine knight at that."

Hearing that... oh, it had Stacey's blood boil! She even read their lines of sight, realizing they were seizing up her father's butt like he was some slab of meat. And with him being the thickheaded colt he can be at times, he probably didn't realize all the eyes he was garnering at the moment. Or - worse still - he did notice them, and he was even sleeping around with these_bitches._

"Ack!!!"

Okay... maybe Stacey was just a little overprotective of her father...

Her hands clasped over her mouth following her involuntary gasp however, and her brown eyes quickly looked over to the bird and cat talking about her dad. They too were looking at her, because her sound wasn't really quiet or coy. Looking at one another, the three didn't know what to say, that is until the sound of her father's cane came clicking back.

"Alright, Babygirl, I got it!" Henry said as he returned with a grin on his lips, reveling the plastic bag of pills, "I swear, this is gonna take me straight to lalaland!"

"Babygirl?" said the two gossiping women on the opposing aisle.

"Urrgh! C-come on, Daddy!" Stacey said whilst tugging him along.

"Daddy?" those two then said while Henry was led out of the store by his daughter.

...

Twin Gold Tea. Despite its rather flashy name, it was the tea of choice for broke individuals with no money. And Stacey - despite being talented enough to get into the prestigious Golden Bell University - was certainly one of those broke individuals.

Swirling her spoon around in the cup of hot water beneath her, Stacey dispersed the tea bag's load within it. It didn't take long, though she added some more sugar and honey for the man she was going to give it to. He loved his tea and honey, and if this was a cup of coffee, she'd throw two cups of cream in it as well. For now, sugar and honey will do.

Once she was finished, she turned around to face the kitchen she was in, specifically the door frame that led to the living room. On the side of the frame were notches, and each notch had an age and height etched just beside it.

Age 6, Age 7, Age 8, all the way up to Age 18. She particularly enjoyed the massive - and I do mean massive - difference in height between the ages of eleven and twelve. It went from the size of an above average middle schooler, straight to the size of a Junior in High School, and it only continued on until it finally reached its zenith of six foot one.

Streaking her fingers down the side of the wall, Stacey remembered each and every time this happened. She'd wake up birthday morning, and as part of their yearly ritual, she'd rush down stairs, grab her Daddy's Swiss army knife, and scream for him to take her height. And each and every time, he'd do so with that smile on his lips, watching his daughter grow.

The brief trip down memory lane brought a beaming, nostalgic smile to Stacey's lips. But when her eyes reopened, she found herself gazing at her reflection in the surface of her father's sterling silver refrigerator. She was so tall now, she nearly couldn't see herself in its pure surface. But with her height, her toned, athletic body, her fit, feminine physique... well, Stacey couldn't help but feel different from how things used to be.

"Hey, Babygirl!" she heard her father's voice ring, "Uh... i-is my tea ready?"

"I'm coming, Daddy," she replied as she finally exited the kitchen.

He was sitting at his couch, still giving that beaming smile of his as Stacey came around with that cup of tea in hand. Sitting it upon the coffee table before him, the mare then sat beside her father as he picked up the cup by its handle, as well as his two pills. Smiling at her, he said,

"Bottoms up!"

Then swallowed the pills down, followed by a quick swig of tea. A quick swig of hot tea.

Ssssss!!!

"Achk!? Hot hot hot!"

"Oh, Daddy!" Stacey cried whilst tugging at his arm, "Be slow! The tea's hot!"

"Well... haaawwkk! I know that now!" he replied, much to her annoyance, "But really, I'd much rather burn my tongue than drop those objects on my body again. Hoooh! Now that really hurt!"

"Haaah... Daddy... don't make light of such things," the mare muttered as she stroked hair from her face, "So... what did the doctor say about your injury? When will you be back to normal?"

"Well, my medical report said I'll need to run in for the doctor's office throughout the month, buuuuuut... I'm sure I'll be back to work by the end of the summer."

"Oooooh! The end of the summerrrrrr!?" Stacey growled as she tugged at her hair like she was going to rip it out, "Aaaaaah! It just has to be this, didn't it!? I can't believe it!"

"Aaaah! S-Stacey, calm down," her father said as he placed his hand on her thigh, planting her in place, "Look, Babygirl..." his bronze eyes then gazed into her brown ones, that warm smile illuminating the room around them, "I'm fine, you can see that. I don't need you lookin' out for me like you're doin' now. You can head off to Oceanside like you planned; I know it's bound to be a load of fun!"

"Haaaa... but Daddy..."

The planned trip for Oceanside was one that was many months in the making. Making friends with heiress Elliot Kaiser, her convincing her Mother - Juliet Kaiser - to let her stay Summer Break at the family beach house in Oceanside, saving up enough money so she wouldn't continue to be a broke mare in such a beautiful place... only for all of that to come to a screeching halt because of her father's injuries.

He was okay though, she knew that, she could see that. Sure, his arm was in a cast, but he's broken his arms and legs before doing such work, and he always rebounded after a month or so, so this was nothing new. But just like those moments in her youth, Stacey was not going to simply stand idly by while her father suffered in any way, even if the injuries were healing.

She just loved him too much to leave him in such a state.

"Nonsense, Daddy," she said as she placed her hand on his face, "I'm not gonna leave you, no way, no how. Unfortunately, you're stuck with me. Just as you've always been."

"Yeah... just as I've always been," he replied before smiling and chuckling, "Heh heh! Seriously, Stacey, I'm fine..." his smirk diminished, becoming something more... emotional and even vulnerable, but the smile was there all the same, "You're a young, smart, energetic, sociable college girl now. You can't be gettin' bogged down by your injured Daddy."

"I don't know why you're so hellbent on gettin' me out of here," Stacey retorted, "Besides, I've gotta look out for you. Heavens knows no one else will."

"Well... maybe that's true, but I don't wanna take away from these moments in your life," Henry stated, "You have this amazin' opportunity to go to this school I'm not even smart enough to _look_at, let alone think about attendin', you have all these friends who have all these open doors that can help you do things I could never with my construction work, and most importantly, you're still young. When I was your age, I was... gettin' into a relationship I had no right gettin' into. And though I regret makin' the decision to get involved with your mother, I don't regret and I never regretted havin' you. You're honestly the best thing to have ever happened to me."

"Heh heh... so... are you tryin' to convince me to go over to Oceanside, or stay? Cuz from the sounds of it, you havin' a lot of friends is what led to you meetin' mom, and what led to you makin' dumb decisions."

"Huh? Uhh... wait... okay... m-maybe I used the wrong story to tell you... I'm still bad at this whole 'Dad' thing," he stated, making her giggle.

"Heh heh heh! But I get what you're tryin' to say, Daddy. And I really appreciate it," Stacey said whilst stroking his cheek, "And you're right... I am the best thing to have ever happened to you. Which is exactly why I'm not goin' anywhere. I won't be havin' fun in Oceanside if you're back here sufferin'. So no more puff outta that mouth of yours. I'm here to stay, Daddy! Just think of me as your own... yeah, you're own personal nurse."

"Heh heh! Put on somethin' tight, small and pink, and you would be my own personal nurse!" he replied with a hardy laugh, much to her embarrassment.

"Dadddyyyyyy!!!"

And yet - despite his inappropriate joke - Stacey found herself chuckling along, followed by a hardy laugh as well. Bumping shoulders with her father, she momentarily felt like a young child again; laughing at some stupid joke her father told that sounded like the funniest thing in the world. His voice just had that hold, that tug on her, so even if he was saying something completely stupid, she found it endearing.

So... endearing...

...

It's always weird sleeping in her old bed after living in an apartment with fellow college students, isn't it? Ya'know, right? Like, everything suddenly feels so much smaller, so much more...childish. Dolls and toys you once thought were amazing, have now become nothing more than trite flights of fancy. The bed which once felt like an ocean in size, now feels more constrictive than a jail cell. The vibrant colors of green fields and blue skies on the painted walls, have now become a bit hard on the eyes. And of course, there's that smell, like...

Jeeze... did I really smell like this?

Stacey usually spent her Christmases with her father, and yet, this feeling of time passage and the weight it has on her shoulders, never seems to leave. Even now as she lays on her bed, her feet slightly kicking over its edge, the mare was left wondering if... the ceiling was always this close.

Ugh... she really had gotten bigger.

Peering over the edge of her window seal, the morning sun illuminated Stacey's bedroom. Now - as usual with Oak Vale - the community was already alive with people going on about their morning business. And even though it was just barely past eight o'clock in the morning, even the mare was unfortunately awake. Trying to ween off those college clocks would be difficult... and annoying.

But she wasn't alone, for her ears twitched, picking up the sound of rushing water in the distance. This early in the morning, Henry was already up and showering, no doubt whistling to himself that same silly tune he always sings.

Don't worry, be happy...

If you know the man that is Henry Ford, that can easily be described as his mantra.

But how could Stacey not worry when her father was no doubt suffering to even scrub himself with that large cast on his arm! She was going to really need to help him out through the summer until his injuries healed. So, getting up from her bed (and hitting her head against its post for good measure. Ouch!), the mare headed for the door and slipped out and into the hall.

Down ahead from her was her father's room, the door slightly ajar because - quite frankly - he always had a problem with closing doors behind him tight. Stepping inside, she gasped audibly to see that...

Not a damn thing had changed in here; her father was still the messy colt he's always been!

His overalls were haphazardly piled upon one another, his undershirts likewise, boots - dirty and clean - rested besides one another, his desk and drawers had all manners of pointless paper work scattered upon it, and his closet was a virtual forest that only he could navigate! The only thing that was spared the typical, messy, and uncaring insanity that is her father's bedroom, would be the tool belt he had hanging on a coat rack next to the door. Her father loved his tool belt almost as much as he loved her, she swears!

For now, she focused on something she knew her father didn't care about; his outward appearance. If he had his overalls, shirts and boots, he could probably care less about looking good. Save that for the formal events!

With Henry still showering in the Master bathroom of their home, Stacey's eyes combed his bedroom in search of something for him to wear. Of course, she saw nothing but more overalls and more plaid shirts! Is that all her father had!?

"Dammit, Daddy!" Stacey growled under her breath as she tossed aside clothes, "What female would ever date you if she knew this was upstairs in your room? Tch! You need me, because I'm the only one who'd put up with this... this... this... _sniifff..._huh..."

What was this... smell?

Peering through the pile of shirts in front of her, Stacey dove in briefly before pulling out a thin, white muscle shirt. It was far too large for her frame, but would easily fit upon her father's body. Imagine it, his big, powerful, muscular form, protected from the elements by nothing but this thin, white shirt. Her Daddy had quite the will and stamina; he could easily work out in the sun for_hours_.... and he has. And in those hours of long work days beneath a relentless sun, whether it be on a construction sight, or on the roads, or just helping someone with yard work, all that sweat would collect here.

In this shirt.

Raising it up, Stacey positioned it before the window, letting the sun illuminate it before she brought it close to her face. And... driven by a force she just couldn't explain, she...

"Snifff... snifff... sniff... snniiffffff... Mmm... haaaah... sniiffff... Mmm..."

Her father's sweaty odor... there was a time in her life where it was common. She'd come home from school, then he'd come home, smelling rancid after a long days work. Or sometimes he'd pick her up from school after getting off from his shift, funking up the truck with that tight mixture of his smell and gasoline. She hated it, always called him funky, and made sure Henry rushed off to the bathroom as quick as he could.

But now...

"Snifff... sniff... sniff sniff... sniiiffff... Mmm... Daddy..."

Stacey felt... hot. Like... very hot. Like... she was suddenly in a sauna, kinda hot. Sweat started oozing down her form, her ears twitched and her tail sprung up, her nostrils flared, and that heat began rushing down her body. Her chest burned, and her crotch...? It burned... hotter?

Stacey... she...

"Snifff... sniff... Daddy..."

"Yes, Babygirl?"

"Gkgh!?"

Brown eyes grew wide as she looked dead ahead to the pile of clothes in front of her. At the same time, she seemed to realize just what she was doing. Sitting here on her knees, her father's muscle shirt up to her face, Stacey realized she was smelling it like a pervert sniffs panties.

She was smelling... her own father's... work shirt... and he was.... right... be... hind... her...

"Stacey?" Henry said as he tapped his daughter on the shoulder.

She sprung up quickly, turning to face him with her eye wide. Looking briefly shocked, the mare didn't say a word, while her father's gaze traveled down to the shirt in her hand. Grabbing it, he softly took it from her before pulling it up to his face, giving it a smell of his own.

"Yuck! Smelly... I should go and clean this... I've been lookin' for this shirt for a while!" Henry said with that wide grin on his lips.

"M-maybe if someone actually folded up their clothes, they wouldn't be losing them!" Stacey shouted at her father, making him recoil in a defensive manner.

"Hey, Babygirl, your father's tryin'! I use my washing machine 'n dryer just as much as everyone else does!" he said, though she remained incredulous.

But also... her father had just gotten out of the shower, right? Riiiight...

Oh no...

His blond hair was wet and stringy, falling down to his neck with some of it even coming around his eye. The chocolate brown fur of his body now had a radiance to it, shining as the sunlight outside struck his form. And, uh, right; did she mention that her dad was naked?_Oh yes, he had a towel, and it was wrapped around his waist to cover his manhood, but aside from that, she could see everything. The muscles, the toned physique, the raw power of a colt who had only aged like the finest of wine... that is, if wine could be thick and burly. All of it was dripping wet... and all of it was for her eyes_only.

"Uhh... Stacey? Everythin' alright?" Henry asked in a genuinely concerned manner, only for...

Hug...

"Huh? Oh... geheheh... don't worry, Babygirl, Daddy's got ya."

She didn't know why she hugged him, and clearly, Henry saw it as nothing more than just an embrace from his beloved daughter. Hugging her back with his one good arm, he was more than happy to continue the loving embrace. But Stacey? She...

Thump... thump... thump...

The strong heartbeat of her father... the firm press of his broad chest... the shining coat of brown fur. And... and... and...

"Sniff..."

It was faint... but she could still smell it on him.

...

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!

Anastasia Guinevere Ford, what the hell is wrong with you!? That's your fucking father!

And he's an idiot!

She spatula she used to stir the eggs was rushing at a furious pace, scrambling them just as her father liked it... though, okay, they may be a bit over-scrambled. Wait, is that a thing? Never mind.

Look, the point is, her heart wasn't entirely in it like it usually was. Yes she was stirring them, yes she was mixing the cheese in with them like Henry liked it, but he just couldn't separate her feelings from the matter at the moment. Thoughts of this morning kept dancing in her head, images of her father emerging from the shower while she was smelling his sweaty, musky shirt. And that awful, awful odor she hated for so long, was now like this sweet fragrance?

Oh no... oh no no no! Maybe... maybe she was just horny? Yes, that's it! If she was on her road trip by now, she would have been riding with Jacob. And, heh, that wolf never had any problems helping women out!

Oh great... all these strange thoughts have her thinking like Luna! She's no slut! She's a southern belle!

"I can't believe what is goin' on with me," Stacey said incredulously, while Henry entered the kitchen from behind.

"Mm? Somethin' wrong, Babygirl?" her father asked as he looked over her shoulder, causing her to look back.

"Hey, calm down, I'm cookin' right noooooowwwwwww...?"

Her eyes grew wide, and her mouth dropped. For a change, her father was not wearing one of his overalls and plaid shirts. Good? No, not good. Oh what she would do fr even a modicum of normalcy from this morning!

He was wearing a white shirt over his chest, one that hugged just a bit too much to his chest. She could see damn near _everything_on her father' body; the rippling muscles, the grand physique, the powerful stature. The body of which many a woman have shamelessly ogled throughout the years, was now here in front of her for her own viewing pleasure.

His legs were clad in blue pants, they too just a bit tight. She could see the power and strength behind her father's equine legs; fibrous muscles that were good for lifting... running... kicking...thrusting... oh yes, especially that last one; so much thrusting. So much fu--

No!

And to help tie it all together, there was Henry's face. Her father always had that warm, beaming smile on, and now was no different. His short blond hair even draped his face in a way that exuded a since of youth; like he was a randy, jovial frat boy at a college party. And though she's had more than enough of her frat boys over the days, her father somehow felt... different.

"Sniff sniff... oh! Smells great, Babygirl!" said Henry as the delicious eggs struck his nose, "Can't wait to have some of your cookin' it's been ages!"

"Wh-what...? You don't... you don't cook your own foods?" she asked whilst briefly stumbling over her words.

"Course I do; I do it all the time. But no one said my cookin's ever been good! Geh heh heh!" he said hardily as he turned to face the refrigerator behind him, "Now then, if you don't mind!"

Sliding his hand inside, he pulled out a carton of orange juice. She thought her father would grab a cup, but instead, he just pulled the top off and brought it to his lips. Head tipping back, Henry began drinking down gulp after gulp of orange juice, all as Stacey watched.

And the sunlight... just struck him in a certain way. Gleaming through the window, cascading down his body, highlighting his definition and strength, all as he dunked down that orange juice without hesitation. Stacey found her jaw dropping, but this time she felt it. Realizing what she was doing, she looked away and grew wide eyed, shivering in place. Her father meanwhile finished his orange juice, where he tossed the now empty carton away into a nearby trash bin.

"Ah! Much better!" Henry said with that grin on his lips.

"Wh-what if I wanted some orange juice, Daddy?" Stacey shouted, attempting to take her mind off of what she was feeling inside.

"Don't worry, Sweetheart, we can always buy some more later," the colt said as his eyes cut towards the door, "Now if ya don't mind, I have to go pick up the morning paper!"

"The morning... paper? Daddy, just use your phone if you need the news!" his daughter said incredulously, though he laughed it off.

"Maybe, but the best way to learn what's goin' on around us is by usin' the paper," he explained, "No one out there cares much about Oak Vale, ya'know. Besides, I gotta soft spot for newspapers like this! Remember, my first job years ago was as a paper boy!"

"If I hear the story of you gettin' chased by dogs again..."

"Geh heh heh!"

Slipping out through the front door of their home, Henry allowed his daughter a moment's reprieve from the feelings she was suffering. Looking down towards her legs, the mare could not believe she was gaining an attraction to her father of all people. She felt that heat bubbling between her thighs, rising like some sort of volcano. This heat was uncomfortable, making her desperate to remove the shorts she was wearing right now. Maybe even then she'd prod her moistening womanhood... maybe poke it... stroke it... penetrate it. Grab one of her father's shirts too, letting that scent overwhelm her senses... take her to euphoria.

"Hrrrnnhh...! What!? N-no! Not again!"

Thankfully, her father was long gone to see or hear her slutty moans like that. And, yeah, that's what she felt like; a slut. Or a pervert, really. A pervert slut? Jeeze, why is she lusting after her father like this? Must be this... damn summer heat.

Yeah...

For now she focused on making Henry's breakfast, knowing he'd need hardy meals to help with his injuries. Those pills were best taken on a full stomach, according to the bottles anyway. She knew her dad would just swallow them whenever he felt like it. Seriously, what would he do without her?

But as she went about sliding newly made pancakes upon a plate, along with several strips of bacon, sausages, and those scrambled eggs he loves so dearly, Stacey peered out the window to her right. Her father should have gotten the paper by now, right? Why hadn't he returned yet?

Oh... that's why.

Making way out the front door to stand on her home's front porch, Stacey's brown eyes locked in on her father... and the hedgehog woman he was talking to. That was Mrs. Peterson; a neighbor of theirs. Like said before, she was a hedgehog, brown and black fur and such admittedly bright blue eyes. She was a mother of two: Lisa and Connor, who were both in high school still. And, mind you, Mrs. Peterson is supposed to be happily married.

So why is she flirting with her dad?

Okay, well, perhaps saying they were flirting is a bit of a stretch. It's clear she and Henry just ran into one another when he went to get his paper, and she was out on her morning run. But even though they were far away and Stacey couldn't hear them, she could _see_them. Her dad was giving the hedgehog his typical beaming smile and charming words, and that slutty fucking bitch was shooting him the bedroom eyes. The way she looked, the smile on her lips, how she wiggled her hips like a little whore...

Stop talking to my Daddy like that, you whore-ass bitch!

"D-Daddy! Your breakfast is ready!" Stacey shouted from the porch, snapping both his and Mrs. Peterson's eyes over.

"Huh? Oh! Is that Stacey! Hi, Stacey!" said the hedgehog, though she merely stammered her foot down.

"Don't talk to me like that, you slut," Stacey muttered under her breath, before raising her voice and shouting out, "Come get it before it's cold!"

She then stomped her way into their house, leaving behind Henry and Mrs. Peterson as they leered at the door. The hedgehog was concerned and confused by Stacey's actions, but the colt merely laughed it off.

"Is she... okay?" Mrs. Peterson even asked, to which he waved it off.

"She's probably angry that she's here, and not over in Oceanside like she planned," he stated, "Don't mind her much. I honestly feel bad she's here in the first place."

"Oh, don't say that! I think it's rather nice that your daughter cares enough to come by!" Mrs. Peterson said, "I'm sure if I hurt my arm, my daughter wouldn't ask how I'm doing... and we're living in the same house!"

"Geh heh! Welp, let me head back in before she starts yellin' my ears off," Henry said as he began walking off, "See ya 'round, Cheryl!"

"Oh! Henry, before you go, remember," she pointed up, "Take your things inside. We don't want that storm to start throwing your things everywhere!"

"Riiiight! Thanks for remindin' me about it, Cheryl!"

Shifting his gaze back over towards his home, he started walking off for the door, more than ready for the breakfast his daughter had made. And, yeah, Mrs. Peterson couldn't help herself; of course she watched his ass as he headed for the door. With the way his tail was sprung up, well, where else would she look? Oh my... if she wasn't married, heh heh...

There were grumbles in the distance...

...

Okay, so what if she's a little attracted to her father? Considering the number of salivating bitches outside, she's one of many! Besides, its nothing more than that; just a passing attraction! Henry just happens to be incredibly handsome, super kind, has a lighthearted yet chivalrous personality, and is incredibly headstrong in his beliefs, no matter what! And she just happens to find all of that attractive! That's not strange, is it? Like... every girl compares their men to their father at least once in life, right?

Right?

...

Right?

"Ugghh... Staceeeyyyy! You're losing your mind!!!" the mare cried as she tugged on her blonde hair, her eyes screwing shut.

Falling back in her old bed, she tried to come to terms with this strange feelings within her. Perhaps she was just frustrated because she was here in her old house, and not out in Oceanside with her friends. A long road trip with all of her pals, gabbing it up and drinking... but no, she was here with her Daddy... and now she was feeling very strange emotions towards her Daddy.

Maybe Luna was right; Stacey could really use some dick sucking...

For now she stared at herself in her vanity mirror, some hair clips in her mouth while her hands fiddled with her hair, braiding it around. Leering at her reflection, the young mare appeared appropriately angry and frustrated, trying to squash these lustful, almost possessive feelings she had toward her father. She wondered if her upbringing is what brought this out of her. It's not like her mother was ever a solid fixture in her life; for as far as she could remember, it's only ever been herself and her father. But... that didn't explain why these feelings were coming now. She never felt like this in high school, nor in her middle school days when going through puberty. Hell, she didn't feel like this last year's summer! It's only now, after one year of college in the bag, that she suddenly feels... feels... feels...

"Aaaah! Frustrating!" Stacey cried as she placed her hands down on her drawer, "Haaah... it's gotta be because of the conflicting trip. If I was on that road trip, haaah... wait... I already used this excuse... rrghhg..." her face fell forward, "Oh my fucking god... hrrghhnn..."

Ga-thunnnn...

"Huh?"

Her head pulled up.

Thoooonnnn...!

"What!?"

She saw nothing but darkness...

"Daddy!?"

"It's alright! The storm just knocked out our power!" Henry's voice called from elsewhere in the house.

"What? Storm...?" she repeated, her eyes leering out to the window behind her, where--

THAAAAWWWWW!!!

"GAAAH!?"

A wicked flash of lightning, followed by a deafening howl of lightning, both shook her room, and shook her as well. Stacey nearly fell out of her chair in fact, drawing her to scurry quickly to her window seal. Staring out, she saw nothing but the whipping of rain and wind one way to the other, the skies occasionally alight with lightning. She brushed her hand through her hair in response, feeling a twinge of fear surge through her.

Here in her old home, in her old bedroom, with a powerful storm raging outside... it reminded Stacey of her youth. How thunderstorms would scare her, and how - whenever she heard the howl of thunder - it wouldn't be too long until he appears like her knight in shining armor.

Eeaaaaar!

Right on time.

"Everything okay, Babygirl?"

Turning around, Stacey's eyes befell her father, standing at the doorway with a soft smile on his face. Even in the darkness, his face could light up a room, and those bronze eyes could quell her. More over, she could read the teasing stare in his eyes; like a father who knows more than well enough. She pouted in response, shook her head defiantly, but...

"You know, I always have space open on the couch for ya!" Henry stated.

She thought about saying something snarky in response but... ultimately, she relented. When he slipped through into the hall, she followed behind, closing the door behind her. When they got downstairs, she saw it was already alight with a few lamps; one placed on the coffee table, another placed on a table beside the couch, and the third sat on a drawer. The only other light came from the momentary shines of lightning which flashed through their windows.

Making way for said couch, Henry sat on it with that beaming smile on his face, where he then patted the empty spot beside him. Stacey nodded, then followed her father where she sat right next to him. And... for a few moments, that's all they did; sit there in silence. Henry broke it momentarily to hum, but not even that lasted for too long before the silence once again fell on them. And after a few more moments ticked by, the colt eventually said,

"I'm sorry this all had to happen, Babygirl."

"Huh? What? What are you talkin' about Daddy? You can't control the weather," Stacey replied, though he shook his head.

"I ain't talkin' about the weather, I'm talkin' about you bein' here in the first place," he stated as he looked over at her, his hand falling upon her thigh, "You were so excited to go on that trip to Oceanside. Gigglin' all the time over the phone, smilin' whenever we uh... what's it called again? Oh yeah, Face Timed one another. Months of just you and ya friends, hangin' out on the beach in bikinis and swimsuits..." he chuckled, "Though... I hope you bought one that was at least a little modest."

"Daddyyyy!"

"Look, all's I'm tryin' to say is that this is... this is ya youth," he said, his voice a bit solemn, "I didn't get much of that when I was your age, and especially when you were born. Couldn't be a partier and a dad at the same time; I had to grow up real fast. Just think... I was only three years older than you are when I had ya. I just want you to... have fun! Find yourself. Don't be like your old man... wondering if he could have been a better man for you. Maybe things would've all been better..."

"Daddy..." she shook her head defiantly, "How could you say such a thing?" straightening up, she turned over to face him, "Do you honestly think you did a bad job rasin' me?"

"Well... at times..." he shrugged his shoulder, "I feel like I could've done a better job. Like I was lackin' somehow..."

"Rrrgghh! I... I hate that you think that!" Stacey shouted as she stared in his eyes, "Of all the stupid things you've ever said, that is by far the stupidest! How could you think - even for a moment - that you weren't the best father a mare like me could have asked for? The best father anyone could have asked for!"

Taking in a deep breath, Stacey calmed herself down. And yet, her sharp, determined gaze remained strong in her eyes.

"There's no one is as resilient as you are, Daddy," Stacey remarked, "No one is as strong as you are. No one is as kind. No one is as determined. No one is as... no one is as reliable in my life as you are. You literally built my bed, you put together that swing outside for me when I was little, always made sure I had clothes on my back, a roof over my head, food in my stomach... and..." she grew a little forlorn, "You never once raised your voice at me, never once put your hands on me, even though I know I deserved it more than just once in my life. Every problem I've ever had in life, you've always solved it, whether it be something like finding someone to fix my doll when it ripped, or just gettin' me into college in the first place. Every major moment in life, you've always been there. Not Mom... not anyone else... it's always been you... I... I..." she looked down, breaking their line of sight, "Daddy I love you..."

He smiled.

"I love you too, Babygirl."

"No... not like... Daddy... I..."

Raising her hands, she gently palmed his chest, feeling the strong, firm muscles beneath press back against her palms. Guiding her hands over, she slowly zipped down the bomber jacket he was wearing, unveiling the white shirt he'd been wearing all day. It was hotter earlier, so yes, more than just a little sweat had been collected inside of it. Nostrils flaring, the mare once again took in the hot and randy scent of her father's body, sending a shiver down her spine. Not only that, but she began touching and kneading his chest more directly, with only the thin shirt stopping her from direct contact. But she just kept touching, stroking her hands along him while her breathing began picking up in pace.

Moving in, she pressed her face up into her father's chest, her eyes closed shut and her nostrils flaring. What once would give her comfort as a child, now did something else to her body. The more she clung to her Daddy, the more she smelled him, the hotter her body became. Pesky things like family ties began melting away for Stacey, allowing the heat to completely overwhelm her. Taking his good arm, Henry placed it upon his daughter's shoulder, hugging her gently... but then that hand moved up.

Coming to Stacey's face, he coaxed her to look up at him, his bronze eyes meeting her beautiful brown ones. She had this lost expression on, desiring... needing her father's guidance to know what to do next. He wasn't sure what to say, and merely continued to stroke her face, watching it gleam like a diamond in the darkness.

And...

THAWWWW!!!

There was another flash of lightning, one whose brightness overpowered the lights of his lamps. It showered Stacey's face in light and darkness, causing him to see the shine... the alluring_shine... the alluring and _sensual shine of her eyes. She was like a foal in how forlorn she was, but the quickened pace of her breathing, the seductive look in her brown eyes, and the beautiful features of her face said otherwise. There was even a moment where Stacey bit into her bottom lip, trying to hold herself back from doing something...

Dangerous...

Looks like... Stacey is just as stupid as her father is, because she... she...

"Mmmm..."

"Hmmm...? Mmmm..."

Their lips met in the darkness around them. It was a brief kiss, but Stacey held close to her father for a moment too long. His grip on her shoulders was lax at first... but then it seemed as if a fire had been lit up within his chest, and he pulled her closer. Gasping softly, the young mare had never felt so dainty before. With her superior size and athletic physique, it took quite the male put make her feel such a way.

Only her father could be 'quite the male'.

Now Stacey's fast breathing was audible, peppering the air around them as her fingers scrambled to fondle and knead his chest. She both was happy the darkness blocked view of her father, and cursed it all the same. How could the lamps both be so close yet so far?

And that heat? That smell...

KRACK-THAAAAWWWWW!!!

The howl of thunder followed the flash of lightning, offering Stacey another glimpse of her father's face. And... she saw...

She saw the lust...

The need...

The desire...

The fury...

"Aaahhhnn..."

Henry moved in, tipping Stacey over upon her back, her arms clinging to his shoulders and neck in response. Pinned beneath the big, burly body of her beloved father, the mare's panting grew even louder and stronger. Hell, her tail would be even wagging had she not been pinned to the couch beneath her!

All of this was pushed aside when Henry's lips met hers again, deepening the kiss they shared just moments ago. Now her father's tongue pushed into her mouth, causing her to groan back. She was just as hungry for him as he was for her, whipping and lashing her tongue around in his mouth as this frenetic dance continued. It was as if both of their skills at kissing were suddenly thrown out the window, as the two instead made out like two frenetic, horny teenagers on their couch.

Stacey had never felt so small before... no, wait, that's not true; her father always made her feel small. But of course, this was different to running up to him for a needy hug, or a sense of protection and guidance. No, there was a rush here as he reached down, gripping her by her jean shorts, groping and kneading her body in a way that no father should ever touch his daughter. But be it from lust, instinct, primal need or whatever, the two fell deeper into this taboo rushed they were trapped in.

Moans and groans slipped from their mouths, with Stacey's hands resting on her father's face to help keep it framed with her own. He in turn began humping and grinding himself against her, his broad chest pushing against her breasts, and his crotch pressing against her thigh. Feeling such a sizable lump pushing against her body, filled Stacey's head with a myriad of thoughts.

Was her father always this big!? Holy fuck, it was larger than anything she's ever felt! And it was still restrained by the confides of his pants. If unleashed, it would... would... it would...

"Aaahhaahahhaahahaaaa~~~"

Henry broke the kiss, letting Stacey give a shuddering moan as he moved on to lick and nip at her cheek and soon work his way down to her neck. Groaning, the mare pushed herself more against her father, while her fingers twitched in their hold of his powerful body. The more he kissed her, the more he bit her, the more he licked her, the more her body got hotter beneath his pleasing touch. Things like father and daughter, taboo and incest, all became silly words that mattered very little in the heat of the moment. And such a perfect description of it all...

The heat...

With the storm battering against their walls and windows, Stacey and Henry continued filling the air with their combined heats. But there was this one bite to her clavicle that--

"Hueeeeewwww!?"

Stacey neighed. She... couldn't remember a time where a lover brought such a sound out of her, but here was her father doing just that. And making things hotter, his fingers came down to grip the hem of her shirt. Due to the heat, she wore something that bore her midriff; a simple white top with a ruffled edge and straps that slung around her shoulders.

Henry's hand slipped under the garment, making Stacey bite into her bottom lip with barely restrained lust. His powerful hand held such gentleness, stroking along the smooth fur of her coat, stroking along her stomach, then coming up to her bosom. Gripping down, he took one of her tits into the palm of his hand, squeezing tightly upon her. The size and curvature of her tit easily filled his hand, while her hard nipple rubbed against his palm.

His touch... so pleasant against her body. Her father did not grope her tit for long, before sliding his hand down to stroke it along her sides. Groaning and moaning, Stacey laid back in their couch, pushing out her chest more as her father explored her athletic body. Feeling every firm contour, every sensual slide, every line, every definition, every... well... every, everything to put it lightly.

"Haaaah~~~ Fuck, Daddy, I--"

The first words said since all of this started, and it's not like anything could be gleamed from what Stacey said. She just cut herself off, while her body leaned up to stare up at her father. The slight light of the lantern illuminated his form, casting him like a moving shadow. But not even the darkness could bloat out his bronze eyes, which stared at her with so much need and desire. However, Stacey pouted, slightly annoyed that he was still wearing... that. So she reached out for her father, gripping his bomber jacket by its collar, where she slowly pulled it back and off of his body.

His chest was revealed, with only that white shirt in the way stopping her from claiming that body for her own. But Stacey was patient; she could wait a little while longer. What couldn't wait however, was the heat she herself was feeling. Arousing sweat had permeated her form, building to a point that she swore she was choking on her own scent. It guided her to her feet, standing tall before her father in the darkness of their living room, while her hands dropped down to grab the bottom of her shirt. Then she pulled it up and up, removing it from her body where she tossed it aside.

Stacey's fit and athletic upper body was revealed to her father. The smooth shoulders, the toned midsection, the round and perky breasts; all of it. And all covered in such well-maintained, light brown fur.

But Stacey did not remain standing for long, before she moved back in to rest herself against her father. Her bare and naked breasts pressed up against his chest, blocked only by the polyester top he was wearing. Her lips met his lips however, entering a sweltering and heated kiss that had not lost passion since their first one. But while they kissed, her hands moved down, gripping the bottom of his shirt where she began pulling it up and up and up. Their kiss broke, but only so she could remove his shirt, tossing it in the same general direction as her own shirt. Once they were both baring their chests to one another, they began kissing again, with Henry's hand wrapping around her thin waist to hold her close, and Stacey's hands sat on his neck and shoulders to hold close to him.

Their tongues danced in their mouths, while the mare gently rocked her hips upon her father's waist. Once again, she felt the massive lump pressing up against her, blocked only by his jeans and her shorts. Fuck it was so big, begging, no, screaming to be unleashed from those jeans. And with her mind breached as it is, Stacey just couldn't take it any more!

Drawing their lips back from one another, Stacey stared down Henry's body towards his pants below. It was fastened to his being, held in place by a bronze belt that had 'BAMF' written upon its buckle. That damn 'BAMF' belt... even now he still wore it, despite it being worn down by years of usage. But right now, calling her father such a thing felt... oddly appropriate.

Getting down on her knees before her father, Stacey undid the belt buckle, loosening it from his body and coaxing a groan from him. Then her hands unzipped his pants, freeing the garment further from him to unveil--

"Oooooooooohh...! Sniiffffffff! Aaaaaaaaahh...!"

The raw, uncut odor of a randy male. Had her father been working on anything today? Because this musky scent unleashed from his pants just... had no equal. The moment it struck her nose, it seemingly activated whatever neurons in her brain that told her to do one thing; breed.

But even that scent - even that instinctive need that told her to mate - paled in comparison to when her hand reached to grip his pants directly, pulling them down his legs to--

Thwa!!!

"Holy shit..."

'Holy'? There was nothing 'holy' about this; her father's cock was like a monster! This towering monolith of length and width, one that further doused her body in shadows as it bloated out the lights from the lamps around them. The front half of it was so vibrant and pink, while the bottom half dipped back into that chocolate brown fur on his body. Meanwhile, pulsating veins ran along its sides, meeting the tip to the shaft, while spiraling out like the webs of a spider.

The musk that whafted from it, the shear power it exuded, the girth which was probably... no, not probably, this girth that was _thicker_than her wrist! Her father's cock was... was...

Like, she had a boyfriend once who called his penis a 'fuck stick'. To say they didn't date for long would be an understatement; she thought his childish nickname for his penis was incredibly stupid! Especially for something so... paltry in size.

But sitting on her knees here before her father's penis? The term 'fuck stick' was never more appropriate. It wasn't a dick, it wasn't a cock, wasn't a penis, wasn't a manhood, no... it was a fuck stick.

Laying her head against that fuck stick, Stacey's nostrils flared as she took in Henry's scent. He could feel it against his sensitive member; the feeling of his daughter's nostrils contracting as she took in his odor. Like a rush of a drug, his odor surged straight to her brain, making her moan and groan against him. Stacey's brown eyes stared past her father's penis, gazing upon his face as her hands reached up to palm him.

Gently she stroked his fuck stick, keeping it long and hard as her dainty digits traveled its full, massive length. Shit, it just kept going, making her pussy both ache and yearn for it. Being a horse herself, she knew it would be appropriate for her, but that didn't mean she wasn't hesitant. Even if they shared a species, could she handle something so massive?

Why did it it make her body tingle more?

But focus on the task at hand, and right now, that was getting off this thick fuck stick in front of her. Gazing up at it, Stacey's eyes once again grew bright and her nostrils flared, taking in more of this odor. The smell drew out her tongue, building her need to taste her father. So Stacey did, sliding her tongue against the side of his cock, running it along his veins. The taste of such a virile thing immediately surged through Stacey's taste buds, making her moan ash er lashing tongue grew even more frenetic. Driven, the young mare began lashing her tongue against her father's cock, making him lean back, where his deep voice sent a groan which made her ears twitch.

And that's not even getting to his balls...

They swayed beneath his cock; two large orbs which jiggled and jostle, sloshing with so much sperm he could probably impregnate a woman from sight alone. Resting his fuck stick against her face, Stacey began fondling Henry's balls, groaning as she felt her father's cock surge from her touches. There was one such twitch however that sent a spurt of his syrupy precum oozing down the side of his cock. Some missed her, but a few sprinkles upon her face, making Stacey groan as her father showered her with a coating of clear juices.

And only more was coming, for the more she touched his balls and polished his cock, the more he groaned as his balls churned with need. The more of that clear jizz showered on her face, the more Stacey needed it, driving her to raise her body up and lay it against her father's fuck stick.

Groaning, Henry watched as his daughter planted his cock firmly between her tits. Up and down, he felt his cock running along the smooth fur and flesh of his daughter's body, from those tits down to her stomach and back again. It was like a highway of pleasure; teasing and pleasing every inch of his fuck stick. All the while, Stacey could be heard moaning herself, for the mere touch, heat and smell of her father's cock was more than pleasing enough. Feeling its thick girth rub against her smooth flesh, teasing her breasts, whilst occasionally showering her with precum, all heightened her already explosive arousal.

Taking her tits, Stacey grabbed them by their sides, furthering along the pressure Henry felt as she squeezed them around his fuck stick. She even kissed his length amid her titfuck, making her father groan out with pleasure as his hand gripped the cushions of the couch beneath him. Soon his gaze returned, staring down upon his daughter as she brought her tits all the way to the flared top of his cock, where she stopped and looked down.

Could she...

Ya'know...

Actually...

Suck it?

Didn't seem possible with its shear size but... Stacey's never been the kind of person to give up without at least trying something first. So she locked her eyes upon that thick cock, watching it twitch as her mouth opened. Breathing hard upon her father's tip, she coaxed a moan from his lips, while saliva began oozing from her lips.

Well... just go and...

Slick...

"Nhhnggnnh~~~... holy fuck..."

Just one lick... and it was like taking a hit of shear ether. Her father's cum had this strength to it, this power that could probably kill a lesser being. Makes her wonder just how her mother handled such a thing in her youth, since she was such a dainty woman. But, uh, that's neither here nor there, not now as her mind was soon washed away from thoughts. All she could think about was...

Dick...

Slick...

Once again Stacey licked the head of her father's cock, her tongue lashing and swirling around it like she was sucking on a lollipop. Tucking some hair behind her ear, she dipped her head down and opened her mouth, suckling upon his cock with this slow, arduous push. Henry recoiled in his chair as his legs curled, feeling his cock sink into the tight mouth of his daughter. It was so hot, so moist, so wet, oozing spit upon his cock which mixed with his precum, creating a thick and syrupy concoction.

"Haaaaahuunnhh...! Aaaahhh!"

Fuck, even his moans held power to it that shook Stacey to her core. She wanted to hear more of it, to draw more moans from her father's lips! So she pushed down even harder upon his cock, grunting as its thick girth pushed so hard into her mouth. Fuck, her jaw was hurting as it was stretched out by such a massive member. But she pushed on despite this, for even with the pain, the heat in her body continued building like mad. It drove her to push for more, to demand more! So more she pushed, and pushed, and pushed!

"HRRGGLKHLK!?"

Stacey couldn't breathe as she pushed her father's cock into her throat, forming a visible bulge on her neck. Fuck it was big and smelly and tasty and... and... and... Stacey could have sworn she was seeing stars. Her expression... looked appropriately slutty. Eyes that were rolling back, lips curling into a smile, body that was shaking and twitching only to tense up. Slowly Stacey pulled back, he hands resting on her father's thighs to keep it wide open for her. And once her lips finally left the flared tip of his cock--

POP!

"FUAAAH! HAAAH! HAAAH!"

She left it glistening in spit, illuminated by the lamps around them. But if Henry thought his daughter was done, no, she was only getting starting! Opening her mouth again, Stacey began sucking upon the tip of her father's cock, getting noticeably quicker as she did so. Yes, her mouth was loose now, allowing her to easily guide Henry's cock in and out of her mouth. The more she pushed down, the easier the retreat, again and again and again. Before long...

"Gluph... hmph... hrrhnn.. mmphh... mmm... mmm... gllphmmm... glmmm..."

Stacey's head began bobbing up and down, slurping on her father's dick where a virtual river of spit and precum began oozing out of her mouth. It drooled down her chin, splattered upon her tits, and staining the floor beneath them. All the while, Henry moaned and groaned, his one hand coming over to rest upon his daughter's head. He had never felt a mouth this good in his life.

"Stacceeeeyyyyy...! Haaaaaaahh...!"

Her eyes widened when she heard her name being called, but not for the reason one may think. No, her father's cock began throbbing in this strange, irregular manner, surging with energy that bubbled from his balls straight to the tip! Groaning around him, Stacey could taste his precum as it changed, becoming more bitter, becoming hotter, becoming tastier, becoming...

"Hwwuuueeeeee!!!"

"HRRRNNGHHHH!?"

Too much! Too much! Too much!

Cum! A lot of cum! Too much cum! An excessive amount of cum! It came rushing into her mouth like a waterfall, coating her mouth to the point that her cheeks bulged. Semen was even forced down her throat, caking her tongue and esophagus in nothing but seed. There was so much, cum spurted from her nostrils, staining her father's cock as Stacey was forced back. If she didn't, gosh, she would have _drowned_in cum!

Drowned... in cum... huh... what a way to go... aaahh...

"Ack! Aaakkh! Kaaaahh! Haaaaaahhhnnn~~~!!!"

But even when she came off of her father's dick, coughing to catch her breath, his thick fuck stick continued spraying its seed everywhere. Copious amounts of cum soon fell and sprinkled down upon Stacey's body, showering her like a second layer of skin. Thick equine come, turning her brown fur and blonde hair all white. It burned, hooooh, it burned so good! And in that searing heat, auuuughh...

Stacey tumbled back, falling upon the coffee table for support while her glazed eyes stared around. Swiping some of the cum from her face, she brought it to her mouth, adding it to the bounty she had before. Fuck, her father tasted so damn good... she had never... had never had something so good in her life. Feeling it squirm and shutter on and in her body, the mare truly felt like she was in heaven.

KRAAAACK-THAAAAAAWWW!!!

But the howl of thunder returned her to reality, making her stare around where her gaze... fell on Henry's still hard cock. Gasping in shock as her eyes grew wide, Stacey couldn't believe it; her father hadn't grown flaccid in the least bit! This wasn't even a matter of time, like she needed to wait for it to soften, no. It stood tall, and it would remain tall for the foreseeable future. Did he not have a refraction period? Was he just too masculine to go down? Or did their family have breeding stud somewhere in their bloodline? Did it even matter?

At first, such a thought was daunting... but then... her thighs began rubbing against one another, stimulating he already sweltering pussy. That thing... oh... that thing was going to go inside of her, wasn't it? It was going to make an absolute fucking mess out of her cunt. If her father took his big, burly fuck stick, and slammed it into her pussy... would she even find pleasure with anyone else again?

It was scary... but Stacey didn't want it to stop.

Rising up from the floor, she quickly unzipped her jean shorts, pulling them and her panties down to unveil her moist cunt. Strings of her juices slid down to her garment, breaking only when the distance was too great. Even then, the fur on her thighs and legs were matted down with juices, showing just how wet she'd gotten down there.

Stroking her fingers along her moist cunt, Stacey even dipped her finger into her honeypot. Her cunt clenched around her digit, sucking it inside of herself. She... she was soooo ready for this.

Grab!

"Huah!?"

And so too was Henry.

His hand wrapped around her wrist, pulling it up where her brown eyes met his bronze ones. Shivering beneath her father's intense gaze, Stacey once again bit into her bottom lip, barely holding herself back from giggling uncontrollably. That long and lively fuck stick was brushing up against her thigh, taunting her, teasing her, but also warning her. It was going to go inside of her, and ruin whatever was in its way.

With a push, Henry knocked Stacey upon their couch, laying her against it. Still grinning like a fool, the mare parted her legs, offering a full, unobstructed view of her body. And in turn, he took his thick, long, powerful, burly fuck stick of a cock, pointed it down with her tight, toned, sopping wet pussy, pressed its flat, flared tip up against her moist, tight folds, and--

Puuuuuuussshhhhhh!!!

"HUEEEEWWWWWW!!! HRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHH!!! BIG! FUCKING BIG! TOO FUCKING BIIIIGGGGG!!!"

Stacey reached back, gripping upon the couch beneath her as her father penetrated her on his thick fuck stick. It was so big, and her pussy was so tight, that it hurt, it hurt so much! But like her blowjob before, that pain gave way to pleasure. Being forcibly stretched apart over such a thick member, feeling it sliiiiiiiide deeeeeeeeeep into her cunt, the way it pushed aside her vaginal walls, making way for its massive size, and of course, how hot it felt that it heated up her entire body; this feeling of penetration was shear euphoria!

But none of it matched the feeling of fullness Stacey was left with. Nothing in her life had ever come to this size before, and it showed. The mare's face was a slutty visage of shear bliss. Lips in a smile, tongue hanging out, panting white-hot breathes, and bright brown eyes that stared up to the shaded figure of the colt in front of her.

However, that's not all, for if one were to gaze down upon her flat belly, one would see the thick outline of her father's cock, pressing against the underside of her toned stomach. The imprint of his cock could even be felt, and Stacey did so, bringing her hand down to stroke upon the outline of her father's penis. Groaning as she did so, bolts of pleasure came roaring through her body, as this feeling of fullness overwhelmed her.

"Fucking goooooodddd..." she moaned in a breathy tone, "Aaaaaahhhhhhh~~~"

And then he drew back...

"HRRRRNNNGGGHHHAA!!! HAAAHH! FUHK! BIG! BIIHHHGGG!!!"

And then he pushed back in...

"GRRRGHLKH!? GHGGGHHHHH!!!"

And that... somehow...

"HRRRGNNH!!! HWEEEEEEE!!! HWWEEEEEEE!!! AAAHHHH!!! DADDDYYYYY!!!"

Stacey came, and she came hard.

Eyes screwing shut, she began jerking up with her body, creaming and covering her father's massive fuck stick in her clear, feminine juices. Her pussy milked his cock as well, undulating and massaging, stroking him off as it clinched and held him close. All the while, loud, equine moans and noises left Stacey's mouth, sounding like a mare in heat, and only beaten in sound by the howl of thunder outside.

No... even that was muted compare to the taboo lovemaking going on within their living room.

Stacey's teeth were clinched, her grip on the couch's cushions were tight, and her eyes were intense as she glared upon the glowing shadow of her father's boisterous frame. It seemingly took twice as long as usual for her orgasm to subside, leaving her coated in a layer of sweat that mixed on with the semen and precum from before.

She looked dirty, she felt dirty, and whorish, and slutty, and fuck!

But her father began drawing back, making her eyes widen.

"W-wait! Give me a chance too calm--- FUUUUUHHHKK!?"

And he slid his cock back inside.

The feeling of fullness beat down into her mind, making her think of nothing but his cock! And when Henry drew back yet again, this feeling followed, reducing her mind to mush. She couldn't think about anything but sex, heated, frenetic, sinful, sex! And her father would oblige.

THWAP!!!

Fuck such a loud and lewd noise! His cock penetrated her pussy, now having an easier time than before. She was no longer clinching defensively, and her body had gotten used to the size and shape of his powerful cock. Even the pain and discomfort she felt on his first penetration had gone away, leaving Stacey only with the feeling of fullness and pleasure.

It should be impossible for her to handle such a thing, but... no, it wasn't. Feeling her father inside of her, Stacey felt like he was_meant_ to be there. Like her body was perfectly equipped to handle her father's dick, and he was perfectly equipped to please her as well. Yes, they were meant to be here, together...

...

Or maybe she was just so fucking horny and hot, that her mind was thinking nonsense. Either could be true.

Drawing back and forth, Henry began rutting his daughter at a smooth pace, making her moan every time his cock punched against her pussy. Her pussy was slick and wet, allowing easy thrusts and easy retreats, allowing his speed and power to grow larger. She was panting, but Henry remained mostly quiet, only giving hard, deep, powerful groans every time he fucked into her. His expression was equally as intense, his eyes furrowed, his teeth clenched, his rippling muscles tensing as he fucked his babygirl in deep.

He had his grip on her thigh, keeping her leg raised so that her womanhood could be opened for him. Whenever he thrusted into her, his heavy balls swayed with churning seed, and the power sent a wave through her body. Tits were clapping against one another, hair was flying, and loud, whorish, equine moans were leaving Stacey's lips. Making matters worse, she once again felt that dam inside of her body become undone. Gripping tightly upon the sheets behind her, she---

"HWUUEEEEEEEE!!! AAAAHHHHH~~~!!!"

Again? She came again?

Her second climax came flooding upon her father's cock and balls, matting him down further in the glistening juices of her sensual pussy. Again she arched her back, her body raising slightly as she came full force. The copious juices created a thick, intoxicating scent, with her father's nostrils flaring audibly to take in that odor.

Pulling back, he slipped out of her folds, leaving her gaping slightly as she panted to catch her breath. She thought her father was going to acquiesce her request to stop. But...

Grab...

"Huah...?"

His hand fell on her shoulder, using only a fraction of his strength to push her over upon her chest. She collapsed, ears twitching in a moment of confusion, only for her father's powerful hand to come down upon her buttocks. His fingers sank into her ass, exploring how firm and round it buttocks was, before giving a loud and hard,

SMACK!

"Aauuuhgghh~~~"

She knew what was coming, and she didn't even try to quell him. Raising her tail, she flaunted her lower body towards him, her pussy twitching with fervent need. Bringing up his cock, Henry slapped it against her ass and back, making Stacey flinch from its massive size and weight. Then he sandwiched his fuck stick between her butt cheeks, hotdogging her briefly which was still enough to coax moans from her voice.

But when he drew back with his hips, Stacey knew what was coming. Reaching out, she grabbed one of the couch's pillows, hugging it close as she braced for the inevitable impact.

The flat tip of his equine cock met the tight entrance to her pussy, making her grunt. Her heart was racing, because she knew what was coming. This was going to be different from his earlier penetration; he wasn't just going to rut her, he was going to fuck her. And as that cock speared into her tight entrance, making it part around his girthy length, Henry leaned in forward, his chest meeting Stacey's back. She gasped, the feeling of his body against hers bringing the mare a brief moment of peace.

But that cock didn't stop pushing...

Sluuuuuuurchhh!!!

"GAAAH-HAAAAAHH! FUUUHHK!!!"

Like before, her father's thick cock pressed against her core, making her belly distend. But then... her father's cock actually began pushing in deeper. Looking over in disbelief, Stacey's jaw dropped as her father pressed deep enough to penetrate her cervix!_He _penetrated her cervix!

Stacey's jaw dropped and her eyes grew wide, a whorish moan of primal levels leaving her lips. Somehow she did it; she took in every inch of her father's cock, and with no space between to hide it. Where else could she go? Honestly... her mind couldn't even think about something like that. The stretching, the aching, the pain she'd no doubt feel later? Well, yeah, that's for the Stacey of later to deal with. The Stacey of now?

THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THAWP!

"HRRRNNNGHGHH! HRRMMMPHHHHH!!!"

Her mouth was dug into the pillow, muffling her howling and moaning voice. Seemingly having lost control over his senses, Henry slammed into his daughter's tight and toned body, beating down whatever defenses of her pussy there was. It was just an easy, slick penetration straight into her core, and an equally as easy retreat.

And it just went on and on and on and on and on.

Stacey's eyes were crossed, her muffled voice coming in time with her father's every penetration, and her pussy endlessly leaking her slick juices. She wasn't even bothering with hiding herself back from cumming, allowing her body to just... unleash whatever fluids she had in climax after climax after climax. She was a leaky faucet with how many times she came, losing her mind to the sea of pleasure and ecstasy.

Family bonds, horny, middle-age bitches, a trip to Oceanside, the violent storm... all things that no longer mattered to Stacey. She was in Paradise right now.

"Hwuuueeee!"

Wait... she knew that noise!

"Hwuuueeee!!!"

Was he about to...?

"Guuhhh! Gaaah! Hwueeeeeeee!!!"

Yes! Yes he was! He was about to--!

"Hrrrrrgghhh!!! HWWWUUEEEEEEEE!!! HWWUUEEEEEEEE!!!"

Cum! Cum! Cum!

A torrent of jizz matched only by his early climax came flooding into Stacey's belly and uterus, coating every inch of it it in thick, equine semen. She arched her back and stared skyward, while her father tanked into her enough spunk to birth a damn _nation!_There was so much! It not only came flooding out around his cock, but it - much like his cock before - made her belly swell from the shear volume of it all!

Sloshing semen splashed within her core, with Stacey's loudest cry just barely muffled by the pillow she clung too. But the best feeling wasn't that of his cock, or the climax itself, no... it was when Henry pulled back.

Slow---ly...

"Hrrrnnghh..."

Aaaaaannnnnnndddd...

POP!

"HUAAAAAAAAUUGGHHH!!!"

Squuuuurrrlllchhh!!!

SHIT! Did it have to sound so damn loud!?

So much of her father's spunk came spurting out of her pussy, gushing like a fallen carton of milk. It flooded down her thighs and fell on the floor and couch, filling the living room with the funk of his and her own orgasmic scents. The odor quickly caked itself in to the seams of the couch and the creases of the floors, even in the fibers of the rug... and it was going to get even worse.

That orgasm still wasn't enough for Henry, and despite having suffered an innumerable amount of them, Stacey knew she was about to suffer even more. For her father grabbed his cock once again, which was still as hard and as randy as ever. In return, his daughter gripped the pillow tight, her hips shaking in a shameless display for her dearest daddy.

The flared tip touched up to her cunt again... and...

"HRRRGHHH! FUUUCK! DADYYYYY!!! NNGGHHH! FUUUUUHHHKKKK!!!"

This night was only getting started.

...

Isn't it strange how... the morning following a powerful storm, things are always so... quiet? Sure, you may hear some chirping birds, maybe even some chattering bugs, but aside from that, there's no wind, no more rain... just the sunlight glowing upon the land, illuminating both the signs of destruction, and the droplets of water which stain the land.

For a place like Oak Vale where storms like this aren't really out of the ordinary, it wasn't much. Just another summer storm, one of many that will come as things get hotter. For many, they were already starting to come out and about, look over the damage - if there was any - and start going on about their days. Nothing too much.

Save for... in the Ford household.

Neither side said a word, and really, how could they after what happened the previous night? All the sucking, the humping, the fucking, the sex... between a father and daughter no less? Could anyone really speak after such a thing? Yeah... probably not.

Neither side knew when they woke up - or if they even did wake up. Had they just stayed up throughout the night, only to come here and just... sit? Maybe...

Sunlight gleamed through the windows, illuminating the aftermath of a most taboo and sinful night. Neither Henry nor Stacey said a word, and really, what could they say? Nothing they say could possibly explain the actions they performed.

Stacey sat there, completely naked beside her father, using his bomber jacket to cover her from the chest down. Her eyes were wide, her mouth closed, her expression frozen solid, all as she stared towards the black surface of the living room TV.

Henry was beside her, his body slumped over so he could rest his elbows on his knees. He was completely naked, his expression equally as shocked and as disheveled as his daughters, all as he too gazed at his off TV.

Their reflections looked back at them; two horses with brown coats and blond hair, eyes wide and face shocked, both struggling to come to terms with what they had done. So... yeah, for... well... for however long it had been since they got up, neither of them said a word. They just sat there... staring...

Endlessly...

Someone needed to... break the ice; they couldn't sit here for ever. So...

"Daddy...?"

"Hm? Yes... Babygirl?"

"Did we fuck?"

"Uhhh... from the looks of it... yes... yes we did."

"Oh... okay... huh..."

Bringing up his bomber jacket close to chest, Stacey leaned over, propping herself against her father's body for support. And - like always - he'd always be the pillar she needed, even after doing something the both of them couldn't really explain.

Stacey didn't blame her father, and Henry didn't blame her... nor did they blame themselves. Still, something happened, something that... neither side could really explain. And it just left them stumped.

Like father, like daughter...

"I... I uh... I noticed you weren't a virgin..." Henry remarked, making Stacey's eyes widened.

"What? Daddy, really!? Is that what you think about first!?"

She pulled back her fist to punch him, but her gaze met his gaze, and the rather teasing smile he had on his face. It was... a joke? After what they did? A joke? Heh... heh heh... haah... yeah, it was a joke; something lighthearted to help bring back the mood. It was something so stupid, something so cheeky, something so... Henry.

Something so... Daddy... ah...

Stacey began smiling and soon even chuckling, her shoulder bumping into her father's which made him bump back. Sure, this was wasn't awkward; this was so beyond 'awkward' that it was a word that hadn't been invented yet! But like every scary, uncertain moment in life, Stacey knew she could rely on her father. Whether it be something like, her first date, or learning how to drive, or getting into college, and yes, even waking up the morning after having fucked one another as intensely as they did.

It was strange and scary yes but... was it necessarily a bad thing? Could this be a bit more? For as sore and as smelly as they both were, they did feel pleasure. Perhaps the greatest pleasure of their lives. And if it was with each other, and they both liked it then - once again - is that necessarily a bad thing?

Well...

"We should... take a shower," Henry said.

"T... together...?" Stacey asked as she looked over at her father.

He looked back at her, his expression becoming momentarily unsure... before offering his daughter his hand. She quickly took it.

Finally... he had found a woman she approved of.