Author's Note

Okay, confession time. I wrote this MONTHS ago, like, back when I first started writing for this story. However, a conflict with my editor and being busy caused it to get lost, and when I found it, I didn't know whether or not to post it, since the story was already cancelled. However, now that I also have the next chapter and half done (they need to be edited) and only have one chapter more, I thought it was about time I published this, and switched it back to incomplete.

Filthy Thoughts

Filthy sighed internally as he sat across from Cheerilee. “So, Diamond has been a hassle as of late?”

Cheerilee shook her head. “This is the third time I’ve had to call you in here for her harassing the other students in two weeks. You know just as well as I do that this isn’t an ‘as of late’ problem.”

Filthy took a deep breath in as he pushed down the rage that built within him anytime someone attempted to insult his little gem. The truth though was not something he could deny, especially not when this other filly had a broken leg from being ‘encouraged’ to try to fly from the top of the jungle gym. He put his hooves against his temples and shook his head. “Are you sure this isn’t just a phase?”

Cheerilee scowled at him before opening another file. “Three years ago: eleven incidents of harassment, only two acted upon. Two years ago: eight with two, but thoughts that her month in Zebrica may have affected this number. And then there was last year with thirteen and four being acted upon, which does include the attempt to sabotage the Cutie Mark Crusaders and their attempt to bear the flag for Ponyville in the Equestrian Games.” She closed the file and looked back to him. “I assure you, this is no phase.”

Filthy bit into his lip and squeezed his eyes shut. “I’ll… I’ll try to make sure this punishment sticks with her, I promise.”

Cheerilee stepped out from behind her desk and escorted Filthy to the door. “I wouldn’t normally recommend this, but at this point I think corporal punishment may be a route to consider if you have not done so.”

He furrowed his brow as a scowl crossed his lips. “Are you sure?”

She ignored the slight growl and nodded. “Sometimes what some pony like this needs is that one good beating to shape up, or in this case, a simple spanking should do. The hope is it reminds them that they aren’t untouchable.” Cheerily crossed her forehooves and looked away as Filthy’s gaze became more intense. “You know I care for all my students, Mr. Rich. I would not suggest this if I did not think it would help.”

Filthy puffed out his chest and took a step forward, before immediately hanging his head and sighing. “You… are right. I’ll try to see what I can do.” He tipped his hat to Cheerilee and then stepped out. Waiting in the hallway, curled up like her cat, was Diamond Tiara. His heart ached at the sight and he walked over, giving her ear a light nibble.

A soft giggle escaped Diamond Tiara as she stretched out. “Dad, how many times do I have to tell you not to do that?”

He gave her a slight tug that was rewarded by her puffing her cheeks at him before another slight giggle. “Maybe if you didn’t seem to enjoy it so much, I would stop. Why were you sleeping anyways?”

“Pfft. Having to deal with so many idiots can be quite tiring. You know the feeling, right dad?”

Filthy started to trot away as he nodded. “I suppose I do. However, I have never attempted to break one of those ‘idiot’s’ legs before.” He felt a surge of sin run through his body as Diamond’s ears went down slightly, a sign of weakness, weakness she would only show around those she trusted. Like me. The only outward sign of his annoyance was a slight widening of his eyes as he forced the feelings down, forced the fantasies down, but most importantly, made sure to keep his cock down.

“If you had an idiot as annoying as her and her two stupid blank flank friends, then you’d understand.”

He squeezed his eyes shut, ignoring the cute whining that was like a symphony to his ears. “You will still have to be punished. Again.” A slight sigh escaped Filthy’s mouth, but Diamond’s lips simply curled into a slight pout.

“So… no dessert for a week?”

“No.”

“I have to give Dazzle a bath?”

Filthy had to admit it was technically physical punishment, but not effective physical punishment. “No.”

“Silver can’t come over for the next two Saturdays?”

“No, my little gem, it is something new.”

He had stopped with those words, causing Diamond Tiara to have to crane her head back to look at him. “Something new?”

Filthy slightly bit into his lip as her tail stayed close to her. He could almost imagine how wonderful his hoof sinking into that soft flesh of her rump would feel as he gazed upon it. I could even pull away her tail, force her to show me everything as a ‘traditional’ part of the punishment. Then, halfway through them, when she is asking me to slow down, I can, but at the price of running my hoof along her cute, little, delicate- He almost reared as his stiffening member brought him back to reality. He shook his head before feeling a buzz from his tan jacket. He thanked the distraction, but it did not remove the shame in his chest. “One moment.”

Diamond finally turned around, beginning to fidget with her hooves as her father took the call. Filthy knew it was about work, but quickly hung up on the person, telling himself that he needed to call them back once they were away from the school. He turned to Diamond, wearing a scowl that was more to himself than it ever could have been for his daughter.

“We will talk about this tomorrow. For now, you are to go home, do your chores and eat. When you are done with all of that, go straight back to your room and rest. I, however, need to go. I’m sorry.”

Diamond frowned and put a hoof on Filthy. “But what about ice cream Fridays?”

He bit into his cheek and shook his head. “Tomorrow, and I’ll even allow double toppings. How does that sound?”

Diamond pondered it for a few moments before standing tall and proper. “Sounds like a fine deal. Now, leave my sight before I change my mind.”

He nodded and stepped out of her way. He watched closely as Diamond walked away, ashamed for he fact that he couldn’t tear his eyes away from those soft flanks he had come so close to abusing. No Filthy. You didn’t come close. You may never come close to her like that, no matter how… tempting, it might be. Filthy took one more deep breath and turned away to call back the distraction, his mind already coming up with excuses as to why he wouldn’t be making the meeting that afternoon.

The minute he closed the phone, he forced himself to trot to his destination. Sprinting at a full gallop would only bring attention to him, and though the MRI machines and the possibility of a new wing of the hospital had forced the chairman of Ponyville general to fold and force his nurses to fold with him, it would do nothing to protect his reputation if other ponies found out. They wouldn’t understand him. They would call him a monster, and say he was breaking the filly by forcing her into these acts. But this is why it must be that copycat. Otherwise, how am I to continue my corporation once I am gone?

His steps alerted the nurses of his presence and he gave them a large smile as he arrived at the counter. “Hello there. I am looking for Redheart.”

“I’m here.”

He turned around to see Redheart, who currently had ketchup and a burger patty in her mane. A slight snicker escaped him as she stomped forward. “You’re supposed to make an appointment before seeing her.”

His smile stayed, but his eyes reflected none of the warmth in it. “I would not test me today. Now, is this her doing?”

She scowled. “More your doing. She has been temperamental ever since you visited her three days ago. What did you do to her?”

He stepped forward and whispered, “Much less than what I plan to soon, and you know that, so don’t ask me again.” Filthy continued to trot before calling back to Redheart. “If you could wait about fifteen minutes before letting her come to me, that would be perfect.” He paused and turned back. “Though, makes sure she knows I am only here to talk to her about her mischief, understood?” He waited for the stilted nod before he walked away from her.

Filthy stepped into the waiting room, sighing as he shifted the chairs away from the table. It annoyed him to normally do such things, but Nurse Redheart was the only one who knew his true intentions. The rest had simply told to not question anything he did, but that also left a lack of ponies to help in the whole process. He had only just moved the table away from the center when Screwball trotted in.

His libido quaked at the sight of her. Filthy gave his mind no restrictions for imagining what he could do to the small filly to sate his hunger, not today. He didn’t even care that his cock was already exposing itself as the thought of venting his frustration became too tempting. “Do you know why I am here today Screwball?”

“Because you love me?” She bounced and smiled at him, but he could tell that she was nervous. A slight fidget there, a falter of her smile here, and it all served to only excite him more.

“That is a given, but today I am not here solely for that. I am here to punish you.”

Screwball’s eyes went wide and she crouched. “I didn’t do anything, I promise!”

“Are you lying to me?”

“Of course not!”

“Then why was there a hamburger patty in your nurse’s hair?”

She froze in place and pouted. “She gave me pickles. She knows I hate pickles.”

Filthy shook his head, ignoring the intensity in her voice. “That doesn’t matter. You don’t simply lash out at another pony when you are angry. You talk to them, tell them why they have wronged you. Instead, you are determined to be stubborn, but hopefully my hooves can leave a lesson on you that they couldn’t.” He stamped his hoof on the ground and puffed his chest out.

At first, Screwball stepped forward herself, her lips lifting into a snarl. She quickly abandoned it, her eyes widening once more as she hid behind her tail. “Please, don’t hit me.”

He shook his head. “I won’t simply be beating you Screwball. However, I will be hurting you though a traditional practice between ponies called spanking. During it, I will be bringing my hoof against your flanks with as much strength as I determine necessary.” He scowled as she hid further into her tail. “However, I don’t want you to forget that I care, so I will be balancing my harsh touch with a loving rub. Does that sound fair?”

“Wha-what do you mean?” She looked at him with doe eyes as she fidgeted on the ground.

“I mean that every smack will be accompanied by the edge of my hoof against your marehood.”

Her eyes somehow became even larger as tears formed at their edges. “No! I… I don’t want you to touch me, spankings or rubs!”

He put a hoof over her mouth. “Perhaps this will help you remember not only to behave better then, but that you should also trust me and my bonding.. Besides, as I said before, this is a tradition between ponies as a form of punishment, and I should be much harsher than I will be to fit that tradition. Do you understand?”

She paused for a long while before nodding. Filthy nodded back. “Good. Now stand up.”

Screwball rose to her feet, but at a small gesture from Filthy, leaned forward, putting her rump high into the air. He stopped as he noticed a slight blush across her cheeks and he leaned down. His eyes stayed dead on her lips, ignoring the eyes that were so unlike his fantasy, but instead staying on the muzzle that matched it just enough to be ignored. Their lips touched and he immediately coiled around her tongue with his own. He hummed slightly as he enjoyed the taste of his prize, just as he had every other time. There is a better taste to be had tonight though.

Filthy left her gasping before he trotted behind her. He took her purple and white tail into his mouth and yanked it away. She let out a small squeak, and let out a second as he pushed her further into the ground, his left hoof firmly planted on her rump and tail. His chest tightened as he stared at not only the pink slit that would be his one day, but also a tight, puckered rear..He licked his muzzle, but knew better. She was still a filly, and it would be a few more years before that would be an option. Finally, Filthy brought his right hoof high into the air.

Smack!

The little body jumped at the hard hit on her ass and Screwball let out a small whimper. “D-dad, p-please sto-“

“Are you going to stop me from doing my duty as your father and friend again?”

Screwball tensed again and shook her head, staying silent as she nuzzled into the floor. Filthy watched her for a few moments, but dismissed it almost immediately. He had made his choice and would not fail. She was simply a measure to protect his reputation and heir and nothing else.

Smack!

This time, Filthy’s hoof did not leave. Instead, it ran over her exposed crotch, tugging and pulling at the dry lips. More whimpering came from the filly, but it didn’t slow the rising of his cock. He wanted so badly to simply spread her hole and take her now, but he was in this for the long game. That would determine if he would be successful, just as it always had in business. It didn’t stop his tongue from running along his lips though and letting out a loud pop as he finally pulled his hoof away.

Blow after blow came after that. He didn’t count, nor did he count how many times he pushed, pulled, and rubbed those scarlet lips. The cries were ignored, with only half hearted reassurances of the rules, the tradition, and his love fed to her so that she would not bawl. It took a long time, but Filthy did reach his goal.

Squelch.

He smiled and dug his hoof in deeper, costing the fur in her loose juices. She let out a small whimper, but he heard the moan hidden deep within the acton. Filthy knew how mares worked, and knew simply how naive this one was about her own gender. With this in mind, he came around to Screwball’s front. “I’m happy you enjoyed it.”

She looked up, tears staining her fur. “I… I didn’t. It, it was…” She put her face into the ground and started sobbing again. Filthy bent down and knelt beside her, his hoof still glistening in the light.

“Screw, I know you think that, but your body told me otherwise, and in your case, I think we both know which is more honest.” He waited for the filly to look up at him before he put his hoof just in front of her nose. “Sniff this, please?”

Screwball hesitated for only a moment before her left eye twitched a little. She then bent in and took a strong sniff. Her face scrunched and she looked up at Filthy. “It… it smells weird. Where is it from?”

He smiled at her, stroking her face with his other hoof. “From you, silly. When a mare gets excited or pleasured enough, they secrete this. It isn’t easy for a stallion to please a mare like this. Many go their whole lives without truly pleasuring even their daughters. But right now, I did so, at least, to a small degree. Tell me, can you imagine what levels of pleasure I could have brought you if it had only been my loving touch?”

Screwball turned increasingly red before her tail flicked around to cover her. “Bu-but then you have to touch me there.”

“I know, I know. However, it is something I wanted you to know, something to think on. Now, before we move on to more pleasant things, why don’t you clean my hoof with that pretty mouth of yours?”

She frowned further. “A-are you sure?”

“It’s yours. It is the least you could do.”

She nodded, having no reason to argue with it. That did not stop Screwball from pausing. The smell was strange, but it also brought more of that weird tingling she felt down between her legs. She looked back to Filthy, who wore a large smile, and she managed to smile back as her fears were pushed back for the moment and she pushed her muzzle forward into his foreleg.

Filthy smiled as his hoof was meticulously teased by the short, dry tongue. It lasted a painfully short amount of time and his libido cried out for more before it was willing to relieve him of the now painful curse between his legs. He knew though that he had already pushed his luck plenty that day and that he had to wait. A small smile crossed his lips as Screwball smiled at him with her fore hooves crossed, done with her task

“Am I a good girl?”

He patted her on the head and smiled at her. “One of the best, Screwball, one of the best.” Filthy wrapped the hoof around her neck and kissed her deeply, bringing about another small moan from the mare. “Now, why don’t we sit and talk? You can let me know about life here and since I spent so much time staring at yours,” He laid down on his side, his erect cock in full view, twitching in the open air, “it would only be polite for me to show you mine.”

Screwball blushed, but he knew what the gears in her mind were thinking. The crossing of her hooves and rubbing of one leg told him the confusion. The infrequent glances at his throbbing member told him of her fear. But then there were the moments when a small smile forced its way to her lips. Those moments were when their eyes met and she got his small smile that he wore whenever he needed to seem friendly. And she is too desperate not to obey me, not with something as seemingly harmless as this.

Almost as if on cue, Screwball stepped forward and laid down herself, her tail clamped firmly over her own crotch. There they talked. Filthy tried filtering most of it, knowing that he had chosen a dangerous topic. Things like how evil Nurse Redheart was at times were almost amusing and could have seemingly come from any pony her age. It was when she talked about her fears, the thoughts of never leaving, of some pony named Spitball ever leaving and how alone she would be then, that he had to ignore it and focus on the pain in his crotch and the fantasies of what he would do to the filly someday.

Once Filthy noticed it was getting close to sunset, he stopped the conversation. She pouted, but he stayed adamant. “Remember, little fillies need their sleep and I need to return home to do some filing. So please, go with Nurse Redheart, and I promise to be back as soon as I can.”

Screwball hung her head low and nodded. Filthy brought her eyes back to him. “I do have one more question though. Did you enjoy talking to me?”

She bounced in place. “Yes! I always love talking to you!”

Filthy nodded. “And what about my special place? Do you still mind it being out, or do you think it’s okay if I don’t hide it from now on?” He watched as the fillies eye twitched, but then she nodded in agreement, a smile still spread across her face. He wrapped her in his hooves and gave her one more, quick kiss.”You don’t know how happy that makes me feel. Now, get to bed, you.”

Screwball nodded, and he watched as she walked off, swaying and bobbing away. Filthy sighed to himself, relieved that time had brought his passion and lusts down to a low kindle. He waited his customary fifteen minutes, making sure that Screwball was properly put away before he left. As always, he stopped by the director’s office and left him another new, small payment for the wonderful service. Then he was off, homeward bound. The few ponies out and about greeted him happily, which only sent shivers up his spine. He had always loved his proper work, but the ability to get away with something, especially something like this, was simply too good.

Once he was home though, he was met by silence, just as he liked it in these late hours. No phone calls, no servants telling him of some new disaster. Just him and Diamond Tiara. He bit into his cheek as he considered his options, but a yawn made his choice for him. Slowly, he trotted up the stairs, heading for his bedroom.

Filthy stopped at the door next to his room. His wife’s room, and his first mistake along this path. He couldn’t help but smirk as he remembered a smaller Diamond Tiara justifying her want for the room as simply it being larger than her own. She probably doesn’t remember that it was your room, honey, not anymore. Now if only I could forget that fact and stop using it to- He shook his head and opened the door carefully so as to slip in.

He trotted over to the bed, staring at the sleeping filly. He had hoped she was awake so he could wish her a good night like he did anytime he worked late, but he guessed that she must have actually worried about the filly she had hurt, which was a relief to him. Diamond’s cat, though, hadn’t ignored the intruder and meowed at him.

Filthy smiled at the sleek, black cat before turning back to his daughter's face. That nice pink fur, her gorgeous purple and white hair. For a moment his mind wandered too far and imagined him and her just as Screwball and him had been less than an hour ago. Diamond staring at his crotch licking her lips before asking for a taste. No!

It was too late, though. Filthy’s muzzle twitched, inviting thoughts of whether or not the two smelled the same. Or worse, tasted the same. His tongue came across his lips, imagining the filly mocking him for thinking her mouth was the right hole before turning around and spreading her eager, wet pussy to hm. A small bit of precum started to leak from his erect cock as he started to reach forward.

He then slammed the rogue hoof down with his other, denying to the temptation. His desires simply stated “no” though, as the rogue hoof came against his stiff shaft, eager for something to get him to release..

He softly started to whisper, “Don’t wake up,” as he violently rubbed against his member, desperate to rid himself of the thoughts and wants that would destroy his world. Each smack of his hoof on his balls rang as a cymbal to him, each brush of the carpet the sound of grating chalk, and all it did was excite him more. A thin liquid started to form at the tip just as Diamond’s eyes opened.

“Hey dad, why are you in my room?”

He froze, or at least tried to. Filthy’s hoof had another thing in mind though as it continued to gently stroke his member. “I… I wanted to wish you a good night’s sleep.”

She nodded and yawned, curling up with her hooves over her fluffy chest, tempting Filthy even more. “Sorry I didn’t wait up. Today was… too annoying. Thanks though, you know, for checking on me.”

He held his breath as her eyes closed back down. His hoof reacted in the opposite, picking up speed with each moment. His want was soon to peak, and at any moment he would have the joy of release, even if it meant having to silently scrub the carpets, something he wished he’d never done before.

“Dad, can I get a hug and kiss?”

He stared at her for a few moments, small drops of precum dripping from his member now. Filthy swallowed hard and nodded, wrapping his hooves around her and whispering, “I know today must have been a hard day for you.” His lips then aimed for her nose to get a slight giggle out of her.

“Hurk!”

He opened his eyes back up, only now realizing now that his tongue was almost down his own daughter’s throat as waves of ecstasy came crashing down his body. He couldn’t stop himself as he went into the kiss, almost suffocating Diamond as his crotch tightened. He felt the release, each strand of cum weakening his desires’ grip upon him and his actions. Finally, once he had finished being gripped in the arms of release, he pulled away.

Diamond panted and weakly whispered, “Wha-what was that?”

He put a shaking hoof to her cheek and smiled at her. “Sorry. Dad...Daddy’s just a bit drunk from being out with the boys, and with such a pretty mare, he forgot for a moment. Stupid daddy, right?” He lowered his head, his heart hammering in his chest as he hoped his worked.

Diamond weakly smacked the top of his head. “Stupid daddy, but at least you remembered to also compliment me.” She then let out a yawn and snuggled back into her sheets. “Good night daddy.”

“Good Night my diamond.”

This time Filthy was able to stay deadly silent as he waited. For what felt like an eternity, but was only an hour, there he stood, eyes shut and trying to ignore the soft breaths of his daughter. Once he was certain that her slumber would be much harder to break this time, he left the room, found the nearest cleaning closet, and got to his work quickly. One thought consumed his mind as he brushed into the carpet. I don’t care how, but next time I see my little puppet, she is going to relieve me, instead of simply taunt me, for this has gone on for far too long.

He glanced back at Diamond once he was done and stroked a small bit of mane away from over her left eye. Memories of when she was smaller and he would have stood over her like this without fear filtered into his mind. Memories of when one line from him could dispel all her fears and worries. “Don’t worry my little gem, none of the monsters will get to you. You have daddy, and daddy will always protect you. No matter the cost.”