Tucked In

>It's a dark night in Ponyville, despite the glow of the full moon.
>You sit in your room waiting by the window for your father to come home.
>He works quite late, and sometimes you don't get to see him.
>Most nights he goes right to bed, but maybe tonight is the night he'll come tuck you in.
>You see a carriage roll up to the house and you immediately jump away from the window so he cannot see you.
>Deciding the bed is a better place to wait than next to the window, you climb in it.
>A warm smile comes on your face as you get under the covers.
>Any second now...
>The loud thump of the door slamming against the wall startles you.
>You can hear loud stomping make its way to the bedroom.
>Another loud thump makes you jump again.
>He must have had a bad day, maybe it's better just to go to sleep.
>You roll over and put your cheek on the pillow, that way your face is pointed towards the door.
>When you try to close your eyes, the muffled yelling of your parents comes from their room.
>You lightly whisper to yourself.
"Don't worry about it."
>A feminine voice yelps and seems to be muffled even more than it already is.
"Everything is okay..."
>A very loud slam shakes the wall and then something falls.
"M-Mommy is fine..."
>Suddenly the door to your room swings open, smashing into the wall to the side.
>Your father is there, standing a bit strange.
>"There's my beautiful young woman."
>You sit up and wipe your eyes to pretend you had been sleeping.
"Daddy?"
>He walks over to you and looks down.
>"Hey, how's my little angel?"
>You look up at his face and see that his eyes aren't really focused on you.
"G-good."
>He reaches his hand to your cheek and brushes away the little of your mane that rests in front of your eyes.
>"You've gotten very pretty, even more so than your mother."
"Thank you..."
>As he strokes your face, you look at his other hand and see a little blood on it.
"Daddy, are you okay?"
>He moves his hand behind his body.
>"I'm fine dear, it was just a scratch."
>He kneels down and opens his arms.
>"Give daddy a hug now, he really needs it after today at work."
>You sit up completely and turn toward your father, wrapping your arms around his neck so you can hug him.
>He places his arms around your midsection and stands up, turning toward the door.
>When he begins walking, you ask.
"Where are we going daddy?"
>"We're going to see mommy."
>He takes you out of your room and down the hallway to his room.
>When he enters the room, you turn around in his arms and see your mother laying on the bed.
>Your father places you on the bed next to your mother.
>When you look at your mother, you see a cut on her head making her yellow fur turn red.
"Mom?!"
>You grab her by the shoulders and shake her a little bit, making her pink mane fall over the cut.
"Mom answer me!"
>When you turn to ask your father what is wrong, you see him standing there with his pants off.
>He climbs onto the bed and grabs you by your shoulders.
"Dad, what's wrong with mom?"
>"Mom is taking a little nap right now, she'll be fine."
>He then pushes you on your back on the bed.
>"Just relax sweetheart."
>Placing trust in your father, you relax.
>He slowly slides your pajamas off.
"A-am I getting a spanking?"
>He places a finger on your right nipple and traces it.
>"No, of course not. You're not in trouble."
>When your clothes are completely off, you blush at the feeling of being so exposed.
"Why are you doing this?"
>"Mommy doesn't want to make daddy feel good tonight. Will you make daddy feel good?"
>You look at your mother and then back to your father.
"O-okay."
>He smiles.
>"Good. Spread your legs."
>You do so and watch as he stares at your private part.
>He places a hand on your hoof.
>"You're a very pretty girl, and you've got a nice body. The boys will love you when you're older."
>Unsure of what to say, you remain silent.
>Your father brings his hands up to your crotch and pokes it with a finger.
>Instinctively, you jump backwards.
>Starting to get a little worried now, you begin leaning forward.
"W-what are you doing?"
>He grabs your shoulders with his hands and slams your body back on the bed.
>He then slides his body so that his knees touch your hooves.
>"Baby, you said you would make daddy feel good."
>He removes one hand from your shoulder and grabs his private part.
"I d-don't know if I like thi—"
>"Shut up and lay there."
>You do as you're told and watch as he brings his throbbing private part close to your crotch.
>He touches your flower and starts to push in.
>The pain of being stretched down there makes you jump away from it.
>A fist slams into your chest and you cough.
>You look up at your father and he looks angry with you.
>"Stop moving!"
>He pushes his thing up inside you again and the pain is too much for you to stay still.
>When you move to the side to get him out of you, he pulls his fist away from your chest.
>You take a deep breath.
>Suddenly he grabs your neck and squeezes.
>You grab his hands and try to pull him off while you feel yourself being spread open again.
>This time, with nowhere to move, intense pain shoots through your body as he pushes his thing too far inside you.
>You feel pressure building in your face and feel like you can't breathe anymore.
>It seems your father notices too, because he lets go of your neck.
>Instantly you take a deep breath in and go into a coughing fit.
>The thing inside of you makes your entire lower half hurt each time it moves.
"P-please..."
>Your father listens to you, and starts to pull himself back out of your body.
>But once he's almost out, he slams it back inside.
>You shriek as the burning pain inside doubles.
"STOP!"
>"Aww, but you said you would make me feel good."
>He pushes his hand over your mouth to prevent you from screaming again when he pulls out and thrusts aside.
>You smack at his arms and buck at his legs, but nothing stops him from continuing to pound.
>He thrusts deeper than he went before and stays there for a bit.
>As he stays there, he leans forward to your face.
>"This is making daddy feel really good, honey."
>He then pulls back and slams in to that same deep part.
>The pain of the assault on your body is making your legs tremble uncontrollably.
>Tears stream down the side of your face onto the pillow.
>As he pumps in and out, the pain you're experiencing makes your body unable to control your bladder anymore.
>Your father laughs as your pee squirts out onto his chest.
>"That's right, let it all out on daddy you whore."
>He continues to push into your body against your will.
>Suddenly, a yellow hoof slams into his side.
>Both of you look over and see your mother standing on the bed with an angry look on her face.
>Your father quickly removes his hand from your mouth and pulls out of your body, making you yelp.
>He then grabs your mother and pushes her to the bed.
>You weakly sit up and look at what he's done to your body.
>A huge puddle of blood circles your bum and privates.
>When trying to move your leg, a sharp pain occurs deep inside where he was stabbing you with his private part.
>Suddenly you are grabbed by the neck and dragged over next to your mother.
>Your father has his hand on your mother's neck as well and he positions you side by side with her.
>"Fluttershy, open your mouth."
>She opens her mouth to say something and your father moves his body forward.
>You watch as he thrusts his thing covered in your blood into her mouth.
>Her eyes go wide and she starts to flail her limbs in an attempt to get him off her.
>He places a knee on her stomach and then covers her nose with a hand.
>Your mother's thrashing movements slow until they are no more.
"M-Mom?"
>The grip on your throat tightens and he pulls out of her mouth.
>Her head falls toward you, her mouth open and spilling out saliva mixed with blood.
>Without any warning, he slams himself into you again.
>You open your mouth to scream, but no air can allow you to.
>He continues to pump in and out of you until finally he goes deeper than he ever did before, even placing a hand on your shoulder to help push him further.
>He holds it there for a few seconds until his thing starts to make a pumping motion inside of you.
>You feel another liquid enter your already bloody privates.
>He slides out of your body and then smiles at you.
>"Thanks for making daddy feel better, you abomination."
>A fist connects with your temple and your vision becomes blurry.
>Your father stands up, but when you try to watch where he goes, you find that you're not strong enough to move anymore.
>You feel him move the blanket over you and your mother, right over your faces.
>After doing so, you hear him stomp out and slam the door.
>A deep exhale escapes your lips.
>As you lay here in a puddle of blood and piss next to your dead mother and unable to move because of how much pain you are in, your eyes start to feel heavy.
>But despite everything that's happened this entire night, you still manage a small smile.
>At least he tucked you in.