>It's getting dark now.
>Ponyville is cast in twilight of the non-pony kind.
>Dinky walks beside you to your house.
>She's a timid filly...
>The whole way home she keeps looking around as though something will jump out and grab her.
>She gives a cute 'eep!' when you pick her up.
What's wrong Dinky?
>She blushes and her ears droop, "I-I'm just nervous... can we get there faster?"
>Success!
>This pony is WAY too timid to try anything shifty.
>Your body is safe again.
>[INDEX] What is happening to me? [SCENE]
>You walk a little faster for her sake.
>The sun begins to fade.
>She lights her horn to lead the way.
>You don't really need it, but don't say anything after feeling her rapid breathing.
>It reminds you of your younger self.
>Scared and hopeless.
>Powerless against your mind.
>Is this little filly the same way?
>[KEEP] not at all. [DREAMING]
>You get to your home and bring her inside.
>She hops from your arms and skitters under the coffee table.
>You get on your hands and knees looking under the furniture.
Dinky, what are you doing?
>She sits in the shadows cowering, "I-I don't feel s-safe..."
>Hnnnnnn-mother fuckin-nnnnnng
>You pull a piece of candy stolen from Pinkie's out of your pocket and wave it at her.
Come on, it's safe. No one is here but us.
>She tentatively approaches the candy, stops to look around, then wobbles to your hand.
>She sniffs the sweet then looks up at you with watery eyes.
>You give her little horn a rub and she collapses with a *pomf*


>You laugh and scratch her ear.
>It twitches and she closes her eyes with a smile.
>After you stop, she snatches the candy and stuffs it in her mouth, wrapper and all.
>Why do ponies do that?
>You can see that she's losing her bearing again after she finishes the candy.
>Picking her up you walk to the couch and sit with her in your lap.
>"Wha- uh... um, what are we going to do M-mr. Anon?"
Actually Dinky, before we try to get you a cutie mark, I'd like to learn more about you.
>She sits down and digs in, trying to get as close as possible to your warmth.
>"Like... what?"
What about your family?
>She flinches, "y-you mean mommy?"
>Derpy was a mail-mare.
>And walleyed.
>That's about all you knew.
Yeah, tell me about your mother.
>"Well... Mommy is brave. And funny. She loves me a lot and always protects me. She works hard and isn't very good at cooking. She likes muffins from Sugarcube Corner and always smells like them. She sleeps a lot and I watch her... Sometimes I touch her. I think Mommy is lonely and just needs someone to touch her. So I do."
>What is that supposed to mean?
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What about your daddy? Where is he?
>She looks confused.
>"I never knew my daddy..."
>You rub her head,
I'm sorry.
>"D-do you have a foal Mr. Anon?"
>You chuckle and idly run a hand through your hair,
No. Can't say I've ever thought about anything like that.
>Her eyes widen and she smiles, melting your heart,
>"You could be my daddy!"


Uh, well Dinky, you see-
>She ignores you and hops up licking your face like a puppy, "daddy daddy daddy!"
>You grab her and hold her up at arm's length.
I don't think I could be your daddy Dinky, but I CAN help you get a cutie mark.
>She whinnies, "okay daddy!"
>You never asked for this.
>Whatever.
Hmm, what should we try first?
>"Cuddling!"
Cuddling? I don't think that will-
>"Snuggling!" She squirms out of your grip and nuzzles back into your lap.
>This is bad.
>Boner stahp.
>You move her away.
>"Awww daddy please?"
>Fighting not to lose to her puppydog eyes, you sigh,
Dinky, I'm not your daddy.
>She looks as though her birthday has been canceled.
>Bad move...
>The tears start flowing, her ears fall and she begins trembling again.
>"But- but... I *hic* WANT you to love me!"
>She burrows her face into your stomach and wails.
Dinky I didn't mean it like that!
>She pulls her face back and looks up at you, "you would b-be a good daddy, you wouldn't hit mommy. You wouldn't leave us!"


>You rub her horn again to calm her down and she melts into your lap with a hiccup.
Hit your mommy?
>She nods, "daddy used to hit mommy and call her stupid. A lot of ponies call mommy stupid. But she's not! She's just clumsy..."
>All of your feels to this filly.
Well those are the kind of ponies that you should just ignore. They have no idea how great your mom is.
>You recieve a big smile and she wiggles.
>"Can we do something dadd-... Anon?"
What is it?
>She looks down, unsure of herself, "will you cuddle wiv me?"
>She really needs affection...
>Fine.
>You pick her up again and lay down on your side pulling her into your chest.
There, how's this?
>She sighs and moves closer, "thank you."
>Looks like she's going to sleep.
>You set your watch to go off in an hour and close your eyes as well.
>Soon you're awoken by the feeling of something soft on your lips.
>Something soft and wet.


>You open your eyes to see yellow eyes inches from yours.
>Dinky pulls her lips off of yours and blushes.
>"Sorry daddy, you were having a nightmare."
>So her idea was to kiss you?
>"That's what I always do when mommy has a nightmare..." she looks bashful and scuffs the couch cusion with a hoof.
Ah well... thanks?
>You yawn and sit up.
Well let's try some activities to get a feel for what your cutie mark could be.
>Her horn glows and you feel a pressure on your chest pushing you back down.
>"I thought of some while you were asleep..."
What are you doing?
>Her magic wasn't very strong, but you could still only move your arms and legs a little.
>Dinky hops into your lap again and pushes your shirt up with her horn.
>"I like your body daddy, it's really warm and makes me feel safe."
>She lowers herself onto her face against your stomach with her back legs still extended.
>Her back legs push and her face slides up your stomach.
>"Mommy cuddles with me sometimes but she's not as warm as you. You make me really... warm."
>She gets to your collar bone and rolls onto her back, rubbing into your chest.
>"And I want your smell all over me daddy. Your scent makes my belly feel all tingly. I think it means I love you."
>Okay so, this little pony is starved for attention.
>She just wants to snuggle.
>Your chances of not being raped are looking up.
>Dinky stands again, her crotch inches from your face and blazing with heat.
>Okay, scratch those chances.
>She looks back, "can you feel that daddy Anon, you make me so warm!"


Okay Dinky, let me up now.
>She sits and slides her warm little backside down your chest, "but I need to get my *oooh~* cutie mark!"
>This isn't happening...
>But a half chub is.
>She stops moving and looks down at your rising pants.
>Of all the days you could have chose to wear sweats.
>Dinky stands and shuffles down to your waist.
Dinky stay away from there!
>Her little yellow tail moves to the side, exposing some pink.
>"THIS looks interesting daddy!"
>Using her horn, she lifts the waist band over your growing erection and slides the sweats down to your knees.
Dinky this is not very nice!
>She stares at your cock mesmerized, "this is though..."
>Her small hoof pokes it tentatively and she giggles.
>"Wow you're REALLY warm here!"
>She puts her face to it and nuzzles into the base.
>Full mast.
>"I can feel your heartbeat through your... uh, horn daddy!"
I'm not your dad and that's not a horn!
>You struggle to no avail.
>She sniffs it up and down, tickling you then gives it a lick.
>"Yeah it doesn't taste like a horn..."
You have to stop. Now.
>She smiles up at you, "aw, daddy's embarrassed."
>Dinky puts the tip in her mouth and looks back up with mischievous eyes.


>"I have a good idea!"
>She lays on her back putting her crotch to your shaft.
>It's incredibly hot and her lips part around the bottom of your dick.
>"Oh that feels good..."
Dinky this is too far!
>"No daddy," she slides up using her hooves for leverage, "this is perfect."
>Her folds slide up and down your length becoming slippery.
>*Ung ah~*
>You pray she doesn't try to stick it in.
>Precum dribbles out, adding to the slickness.
>"I- I'm going to stick it in..."
No!
>She changes position to lay on her back on your stomach and takes you up with a hoof, guiding you to her entrance.
>The precum has made it slippery enough to slide off to the side of her muff.
>She giggles and bends her head back up to look at you.
>"Will it fit?"
It won't!
>She ignores you and pushes herself down onto it.
>"AHH!" her motions halt as she gets the head in.
>It swells and you can feel it leak more eager precum into her.
>Dinky gulps and resumes pressing down.
>When you're halfway in she stops again, breathing heavy.
>"I... will *huff* do this."


>Her insides work against her to push you back out, but Dinky pushes down with all her might and screams as you fill her up.
FUCK!
>She drools a little with you all the way in and wipes it with her hoof.
>"That kinda hurt daddy..."
>She slowly slides back up, her walls sliding around you like an agonizingly pleasurable vice.
>*AH~* she begins working back down and looks back up at you.
Dinky just stop...
>Her eyes go like her mother's and she arches her back with a yelp.
>"T-THAT'S A GOOD SPOT!"
>She works her small hips and stimulates her g-spot on your cock.
>You feel her hole become creamy and you groan.
>She may be inexperienced, but she was tighter than anything you'd ever felt.
>Falling back onto your abdomen she begins withering in spasms.
>"I can- I- I- AHHHHH!"
>She begins squirting, your balls receiving a coating of fluid.
UNGH! O-OKAY YOU'RE DONE!
>The cum is about to escape.
>She wiggles side to side and strokes her horn with her eyes closed.
>"Don't make it stop daddy..."
>That's it.
>You fire a shot of the load into her and she squeals.
>Your cock pops out of her and continues to unload onto her stomach and chest.
>She reaches down and rubs some of it into her little nipple.


>"W-what is this stuff?"
>Dinky dabs some onto her tongue and swishes it around.
>"Yumm!" She quickly scoops up all she can and slurps it up.
>"Thank you daddy! I milked you haha!"
>You go flaccid again and begin to sob.
>Dinky frowns and releases the magic holding you.
>She walks bow-legged up to your face and kisses your forehead, "please d-don't cry..."
>You want to get away.
>You need to shower again.
>You need a drink or two.
>She curls up on your chest and begins to cry.
>"I j-just wanted to make you like me!"
>You put a hand on her head, not knowing what else to do.
>She eventually cries herself to sleep.
>Poor little filly...
>Once you had the guts, you would talk to her mother.
>The image of Sweetie Belle looms in your mind as you fall asleep holding Dinky.
>Tomorrow...


END OF PART 5