Daddy Issues

Chapters

Chapter 1 (Spanking)
Chapter 2 (Musk, Sweat)
Chapter 3 (Belly Worship, Spanking)
Chapter 4 (Blowjob, Handjob)
Chapter 5 (Watersports)
Chapter 6 (Anal, Toys)
Chapter 7 (Oral, Anal)
Chapter 8 (Ruined Life)

Chapter 1 (Spanking)

I didn’t know how this had happened. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, helping a dragon who seemed to be down on his luck and didn’t have a place to stay the night. It was the sort of thing that the princess wanted us ponies to do, to be kind and helpful to all the other creatures. That was the point behind her friendship school, right?

Anyways, Spike had been living in town for years and hardly ever caused any real problems, and the orange dragon had been nice to everypony. So, it seemed perfectly natural to offer this dragon a place to sleep. The heavy-set drake was happy to take me up on it, introducing himself as Sludge before dropping down onto my couch and falling asleep.

I was happy to trot off to bed, expecting to help him on his way when the morning came, but when I woke, I discovered he was still sleeping on the couch. Somewhere during the night, he had pulled on an old bathrobe robe and a pair of white briefs that hugged tightly over his belly and crotch. My first thought was to kick him off the couch, but I found myself locked in place. I was just standing there, looking at him as his belly rose and fell as he slept.

Three weeks later, and he was still on my couch. He had only gotten up to use the bathroom, otherwise he was just sprawled out over the full length of it. I had no idea what he was doing all day, maybe just being comfortable, but he hadn’t moved.

“You got anything to eat?” he called out from the front room.

I was in the kitchen, making a few sandwiches for lunch. “Give me a moment,” I called back.

He grunted, or maybe belched, it was hard to tell. I had brought him a mug of beer only a couple hours ago, so he had probably finished it already. He really liked his beer, having sent me out for more a number of times. He was on his third keg so far.

Loading up a tray with a dozen daisy and caper sandwiches, I grabbed it in my magic and carried it out into the living room. Sludge was laying across the couch, one leg dangling off the side and his robe hanging open. He was scratching himself under one of his heavy moobs, the dark green nipple standing out on top of it. His tail was splayed out between his hind legs, making his briefs bulge in a way that called far too much attention to itself.

He smiled as he saw the plate of food, taking one sandwich in each hand and starting to eat them both at the same time.

“Can you get me a refill, boy?” he asked, spraying crumbs all over and motioning to his empty mug with his tail.

I rolled my eyes at this and picked up his mug, trotting back to the kitchen and refilling it from the keg. I gave the keg a shake, hearing the bear inside slosh and settle fairly low inside of it. I would have to get a new one in a couple more days. Come to think of it, the only time I’ve left the house the last three weeks was to do something for him.

Groaning, I headed back to the living room. I needed to get rid of him, I had to. He was just a freeloader and left a mess all over my house. To say nothing of the disaster he left my bathroom in. It would have been better if he showered or something, but apparently that was something that ‘real dragons’ didn’t do.

With the mug held in my magic I returned back to the living room, setting it down next to the tray of sandwiches. “Here you go,” I said.

“Thank you, boy,” he replied, shoving a sandwich into his muzzle, then used the now free hand to pat me on the top of the head.

“My name is Winter Quill,” I protested.

He just snorted and grabbed his beer, gulping down a mouthful and then letting out a heavy bench. He bounced his fist off his belly a few times, making the fat ripple under his scales. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it, just watching it move as he let out another heavy belch and settled back down on the couch, his legs spread wide to allow his gut to sag between them.

“If you like looking so much, why don’t you come here and giving it a rub,” Sludge said, patting his belly.

I stumbled back, shaking my head to clear it. “No…. no no no. That’s… no.” I protested, then turned and hurried back to the kitchen. I was trying hard to ignore him… and how my dick was dangling between my hind legs.

My mind spun at all that was happening, he needed to go, he had to go! I just had to march back out into my living room and tell him to get out. I just had to turn around and go back there and kick him out of my house. Simple. Easy. Any pony could do it.

A shiver ran up my spine as my tail and ears sagged. All I had to do was turn around. Just turn around. Turn around and go tell him to leave… turn around.

“Boy!” Sludge called from the other room.

With a sigh, I turned back around and walked back into the living room. “What?” I snapped.

“I need another beer,” he said, holding up his empty mug in one hand, licking crumbs from the fingers of his other hand.

Without a word, I pulled the mug in my magic and turned to head back to the kitchen, only to come to a painful stop as his hand shot out and grabbed my tail. He gave it a yank to pull me back towards him. I snapped my head around and glared at him over my glasses, wondering what else he wanted.

“What do you say?” he asked, in the same tone one would use when scolding a child.

I narrowed my eyes, not sure what he wanted me to say. “You’re—“

He stopped me with a finger pressed to my lips. “I told you to do something,” he said again, a little more force behind his words, his ear frills sinking down.

“Yes… sir?” I asked, feeling confused by the whole situation.

Sludge shook his head, a look of disappointment on his snout. “Is that how you address your daddy?”

I didn’t know how to begin to answer that question, or what he even wanted me to say. He wasn’t my father, he wasn’t even a pony, he was just a fat sexy dragon that was crashing on my couch and eating all my food. One who I was serving and helping just because he needed some help. That was the only reason I was letting him stay with me. All I could do was look at him, blinking as I tried to come up with an answer.

He looked back at me, his eyes narrowing as dark shadows seemed to pass over his pale blue eyes. “I’m waiting, boy,” he said with a growl.

“I don’t—“

A deep growl rose up from inside of him as he reached out, grabbing me by the barrel and pulling me into his lap, the mug falling from my magic to land on the floor with a thump. I tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but he held me tightly in place. A moment later his hand came down hard on my flank, spanking me right across the cutie mark.

I let out a cry of pain as he brought his hand down again, and then again, each one accompanied by a yelp and cry. I was starting to tear up when he finally stopped after a dozen hits. He held me there for a few more moments, one hand resting on my back while the other stroked my mane. Gently he picked me up and lowered me down until all four hooves were back on the floor.

“You are to say ‘yes, daddy’. That is how you show me the respect I deserve,” he explained in a soft voice.

Tears were still filling my eyes as I looked back up at his imposing form. His voice might have been soft, but his eyes were still hard.

“But—“

“I will punish you again,” he warned.

I lowered my head, my eyes downcast. “Yes, daddy,” I whispered.

“Good boy,” he said, patting me on the top of the head. “Now, go get me another beer.” He relaxed back on the couch, rubbing his crotch with the same hand he had spanked me with. I couldn’t help but notice the two growing bulges in the tight briefs.

Picking up the mug with my magic I headed back into the kitchen, my tail tucked down tightly between my legs. I had to find a way to get rid of him of this dragon before things got even worse! The last thing I wanted was to be taken advantage of in my own home.

And I desperately tried to ignore the fact that I was rock hard, my dick slapping my belly as I brought him his fresh mug of beer.

Chapter 2 (Musk, Sweat)

Celestia’s sun had just risen when I rolled out of bed, kicking the covers off while still half asleep and landing on my hooves. I quickly picked up my glasses from the bedside table and sent them on my nose before I cracked open the bedroom door.

Leaning in, my ear lifted high, I listened for the sound of Sludge snoring away on the couch. Thankfully, it was very easy to hear. I found myself letting out a breath as I relaxed. He was still asleep, so I didn’t have to panic or rush into the kitchen.

I flicked my tail across my rump as I slowly pushed the door open and slipping into hallway, trying not to wake the dragon up. It had been a week since he had spanked me, and I was still worried that he might decide that I needed another round. I hated it and tried to tell myself that I never wanted it to happen again.

With light steps, I picked up my saddle bags and worked my way through the house. I slipped out the backdoor and headed off towards the market. If I was quick, I could get my shopping done then get back home before Sludge woke up, then I could have his breakfast ready for him.

Luckily, it was market day, so many of the stalls were already set up. I started going from stall to stall, picking up everything I needed for the next few days. A large bundle of hay, a bag of flower, two bundles of actual flowers, all the basic vegetables and a sack of potatoes. I wanted something a bit heartier than what I’ve been making, and a stew was sounding good right now.

My last stop was at the apple stand, but only because Macintosh was running it this morning. The last thing I wanted to deal with was trying to talk with his sister, she knew when somepony was hiding something, and always asked the right things to ask to get it out of you. I just didn’t want to have to deal with that this morning.

That and he was always worth looking at, it was too bad he had a marefriend, and straight.

Dropping my bits on the counter, I started putting a bundle of apples in my bulging saddle bags when Macintosh spoke up. “Ya feelin’ okay?”

“I’m fine,” I protested as I closed the flap on the bag. When I looked up, I saw him giving me a critical eye, his head slightly cocked to the side as a hint of a frown crossed his large face.

“Don’t look fine,” he said.

“I’ve just had some long nights, that’s all,” I said, the lie coming quickly. A moment later I considered telling him about Sludge and how he was taking over my home, but I didn’t have it in me to do that. This was my problem and I would take care of it myself. I was an adult stallion—no matter what he called me—and I could handle one lazy dragon.

Macintosh slowly nodded his head, pulling the bits back across the counter. “Ya should eat more,” he said, still giving me a critical look.

I nodded and gave him a weak smile. “I’ll try,” I said, then I turned away from him and moved quickly back through the market. I was planning to head back home, but come to a stop at the very last stall.

Thanks to Princess Twilight Sparkle and her new school, there had been a lot of different creatures coming to Ponyville. Much to almost everypony’s surprise, that included a trio from the local Diamond Dog pack. Rarity had helped them get set up so they could sell their gems. They weren’t the fancy or expensive gems, but they were large and well-polished.

I walked up to the stand and started looking over the baskets of gems. Carefully, I picked up a number of green ones in my magic. They were all pretty close to Sludge’s colors, even if they were a bit of a hodgepodge of different types, but even I knew dragons loved all gems.

After paying the canine a hoof full of bits, I swept the gems into my saddle bag and heading back home. The sun was rising up over the crystal castle, the shadow of it cutting across the town as was glittering light from the crystal itself. It looked pretty, but it was quickly getting harder to look at as the sun rose.

Pushing open my door I slipped back into my house, letting it close softly behind me. A moment later I heard Sludge shifting on the couch. “That you, boy?”

“Yes,” I said with a sigh. A moment later I heard him cough, his way of reminding me I had forgotten something. “Yes, daddy.”

“And where did you go?”

“To the market, I had to get food for dinner,” I called out, starting to unload my saddle bags, putting the vegetables away into the ice chest.

He snorted. “Dinner is fine, but where’s my breakfast?”

“I can make haycakes,” I suggested, putting the flour away.

“Ah, forget it. I’m not that hungry anyways,” he replied with a grunt. I doubted that was the case, it seemed like the fat dragon was always hungry. I kept putting the food away as I heard him get up and shuffle off to the bathroom, though he was only in there a moment before he came shuffling back, the water flowing in his wake.

“Boy, get in here!” he called out.

I wasn’t finished putting everything away, but I knew better than to keep him waiting. I dropped my saddle bags on the kitchen table and went out into the living room. Sludge was laying on the couch, hands stretched out over his head and legs kicked out wide with his crotch pointing right towards me. Twin wet spots were front and center on his briefs.

“Yes, daddy?” I asked, not wanting to get too close to him. It wasn’t the obvious piss on his underwear that bothered me, but the fact that he smelled. He hadn’t showered since he had arrived, nor had he changed clothing. It left the whole of the living room smelling like a muddy field, but only more so.

He flexed his foot at me. “I need my claws trimmed,” he declared.

I blinked, looking down at his toes. His claws didn’t seem any longer than they had been when he had arrived, they didn’t look like they needed any more. Still, he was a dragon after all, so of course he would know better than me. I was pretty sure my hoof care tools would work for them, so I went to the bathroom, pulling the kit out from under the sink and walked back into the living room.

Sludge saw me with the kit in my blue magic and grinned, wiggling his toes again.

Grunting, I moved forward; trying to breath in through my nose as I neared him, but it wasn’t enough to keep the smell out. I wished I could find a way to get him to bathe, his stench made the whole living room unpleasant to be in and I was sure I was going to have to burn the couch when he finally left.

I dropped down onto my haunches at the end of the couch, pulling out my hoof trimming tools as I took a closer look at his claws. Three toes, each one with a curved claw at the tip, they seemed to be in good shape, though the tips were a bit dull and there were a few chips on them.

Picking up the file in my field, I grasped his food in a second field, which caused him to let out a laugh and yanked it back out of my magic. “That tickles!”

“I can’t do much about that, I can’t hold your foot with my hooves,” I protested, lifting up one hoof and wiggling it at him, not that he could see it over his gut.

Sludge rocked forward, looking at me from over the top of his belly, a narrow frown on his face before he let out a snort and dropped his head back onto the couch. “Fine, boy. Just be careful with it, I’m sensitive,” he said.

I rolled my eyes at that, but at least it was a small victory! That was more than I had managed in the last few weeks. I grasped his foot again, holding it as gently as I could. It still brought a deep chuckle from him, an action that made his belly shake like pudding.

The file ran over his claws, one slow stroke at a time, working off the rough edges that had developed. The more I worked, the more things I noticed about them. One claw really stood out, having grown in an odd way, like the outside of the claw had grown but not the inside. I took my time, working the file across it, or sometimes trimming them a little with the hoof knife until it was even.

At least his other foot was in much better shape, and it only took a little work to clean and sharpen those claws. I didn’t bring them to a completely sharp point, I didn’t want him tearing up my floor or the couch, but they were respectable.

“How does that look?” I asked as I started to put the tools away.

He lifted his head again, stretching out his toes and wiggling them. “You did a good job, boy,” he said.

“Thank you, daddy,” I replied without even thinking about it. As I closed the hoof care kit, I looked up at him, then rubbed my pastern over my nose. I hadn’t been able to breathe through my mouth the whole time, but at least I had gotten somewhat used to the stench.

Sludge was smiling at me, still wiggling his toes. “You did a real good job! You’re going to have to do it every time.”

Yeah, like that was going to happen. Though I hadn’t seen him in such a good mood in a long time. Maybe I could take advantage of it.

Standing up, I walked closer to him. “Can I ask a small favor in return?”

He raised his eyebrow at me, then motioned for me to go on.

“Could you take a bath, or a shower, or even just take a dip in the lake. You kind of stink.”

His smile faded as he gave me an intense look, his eyes slowly narrowing. I found myself taking a few steps back, getting out of his reach in case he was about to grab me again.

Sludge made a show of lifting his arm and lowering his head to sniff at his armpit. It wasn’t the quick sort of sniff ponies had when they were smelling themselves, but a long deep inhale followed by a pleased moan. “My boy, that is the smell of a real dragon,” he said as he leaned forward slightly on the couch. “No dragon would clean themselves if they smell like this, it’s how every dragon is supposed to smell!”

I somehow doubted that, and I was feeling bold at the moment. “Well that maybe how dragons in the badlands smell, but this is Ponyville and—“

Moving far faster than his heavy-set body would suggest, he lunged forward and grabbed me. One hand in my mane and the other on the center of my back. I tried to pull free but his grip was like iron and he pulled me closer to him. He didn’t put me over his knee this time, instead he lifted one of his flabby arms up and shoved my nose right into the armpit before dropping his arm over my head. He squeezed his arm down tight, pushing my muzzle right up against the nasty scales.

I struggled, kicking my hooves at the floor, but wasn’t able to get any traction. He just held me tightly in place, almost like it was nothing to him. I tried to hold my breath, I tried not to breath it in, but I couldn’t do it for more than a few moments. With a gasp I sucked in a breath of air, and breathing through my mouth didn’t do anything to improve it. I could taste it, the heavy sweat that hung all over his body, the musk that had built up in all the folds and in-between his scales. It was hot and nasty, like I was in a fire swamp. Every breath burnt in my throat and lungs, and I could feel it coating my mouth and forcing its way into my nose. It made everything feel sticky.

I gagged on it, and kept struggling to get free, but I couldn’t.

“Don’t fight it boy, just take it all in. This is how your daddy smells, so you had better get used to it,” he cautioned.

Ignoring him, I kept trying to push my way out, but his arm was tight over my face and his other hand was grabbing my dock, keeping my hind hooves from getting any purchase. I kicked my forelegs as his belly, but my hooves just slid off the scales, not doing anything to get myself free.

Another deep breath of the nasty musk washed into my lungs. It was like I was underwater in a swamp, each breath so thick I almost had to chew it. I hated it, it was the worst thing I had ever smelled, ever tasted. I gagged again; my muzzle open as I tried to get even the smallest bit of fresh air.

Sludge pushed me in even tighter, the dirty scales of his armpit shoving right up against my open mouth and my tongue. It tasted even worse than it smelled! I wasn’t just smelling a swamp, but trying drinking it. It was a dirty taste, thick with sweat, dirt and sulfur. I had once eaten a mud pie as a foal, and that was the only thing this compared to, though the pie was still worse, if only because of the worms.

I finally had no choice. Too tired to fight any more, I gave up on my squirming, my hooves falling quiet against the dragon’s scales. I just laid there; my face trapped against his armpit, resigned to this fate. I could feel his sweat starting to roll down over my fur and soak into my mane.

He started stroking his hand down my back, like one would do with a favorite pet, but didn’t let me free. I just stayed there, wrapped in his musk, feeling it soaking into me inside and out.

Finally, he grunted and lifted his arm, letting me free. I yanked my head back with a gasp, the sudden change in temperature chilled my face, as if it was the middle of winter. I gulped the fresh air like a fish, trying to clear the scent from my nose and lungs.

Sludge chuckled as he leaned back on the couch. “There you go boy, isn’t that better?”

“Fresh air,” I gasped, grabbing the hem of his robe in my magic and using it to try and dry off my face.

He allowed me to do that for a few moments before pulling it away. “Fresh air is fine, but it’s nothing compared to a good dragon musk,” he explained.

I coughed and tried to gather my thoughts, rubbing my forelocks over my face. I opened my eyes, blinking as I realized my glasses were gone. My eyes flicked back up to the dragon, spotting them still stuck to the damp scales of his armpit.

Hesitantly I moved forward to get them, only to have Sludge chuckle. “Oh, you want some more?”

“My glasses,” I said weakly, allowing my magic to start to drift out to grab them.

He watched the blue glow of my field as it drifted over to his armpit and grabbed my glasses, pulling them free with a sticky tearing sound. I lifted them to my face, frowning when I saw they were covered in his sweat. With a sigh I started to look around for something to clean them on.

“Lick them,” Sludge ordered.

“What?” I asked.

The dragon smirked and placed one hand on the small of my back. “You heard me boy, show your daddy how much you love his smell and lick them clean.”

I gulped, looking intently at him for a few moments, hoping that this was some kind of joke, but he wasn’t smiling. He was looking at me intently with a stern on his blurry face, his ear frills flat against his scales. After a few moments of indecision, I felt his hand on my back grow tighter as his other hand started to rise.

Closing my eyes, I let out a whimper as I brought my glasses up to my lips and flicked out my tongue, running it over one of the lenses. I could taste him again, the horrible flavor washing back over my mouth and taste buds. It was nasty! I just wanted to spit it out, but I forced myself to go on. I didn’t want to be spanked again. Lick after lick, I cleaned off all his sweat and musk from the lenses, disgusted the whole time.

When they were finally clean, I tried to dry them on my tail then put them back onto my nose. They were still a bit blurry as they were still wet, but they were clean.

Sludge smiled and patted me on the top of the head. “You’re a very good boy.”

I shivered as I looked at him, seeing the hint of displeasure on his face as he waited for my response. “Thank you, daddy,” I finally said.

“Now, go get me some lunch, and if you’re a really good boy I’ll let you have more.”

I nodded and started to slip away, but he didn’t let go of my back.

“Because you love how your daddy smells, don’t you?”

Lowering my head, I tried not to look at him as I muttered out a soft, “Yes, daddy.”

He reached out with his other hand, cupping my chin and lifting up my head. “I didn’t hear you.”

“Yes, daddy,” I said again.

Sludge shook his head, a look of disappointment on his face. “Yes, what?”

I wanted to lower my head in shame, but that wasn’t possible with his hand on my chin. My ears still sank down as I tried to look away from him. “I love how my daddy smells,” I finally whispered.

He chuckled and finally let go of me. “Yes, you do boy. Yes, you do,” he said. He then leaned back on the sofa, grunting as he spread his legs, his hand going down to rub at the bulges in the front of his briefs before slipping under the fabric.

Quickly, I turned away and trotted back to the kitchen. My head spinning as I tried to keep my hooves under me. Even as I walked away, I found myself glancing back at the way his hand was moving in his underwear. I couldn’t believe that he was doing that in the middle of my living room, and I wished I could watch him as I made his lunch.

Chapter 3 (Belly Worship, Spanking)

My bedroom was the only place I had any peace and quiet, though even that was hardly assured anymore. Whenever Sludge was up, he could call for me to come and get something for him, or run an errand, or some other dumb thing. I had learned that I had to be at his side as soon as he called for me. It didn’t matter if I was cooking, asleep or in the shower, when he called, I had to come or risk getting punished again.

I hated getting punished, and I hated how much I enjoyed it. I knew I should be trying to get rid of the smelly dragon, trying and force him out of my home and off my couch. The last time I tried he had just ignored me, and when I pushed, he gave me a hard swat across the rump and told me to stop talking about things I didn’t understand.

So, I had taken to hiding in my room when he didn’t need me for something. Luckily, with as much as he slept, I had gotten lots of time to myself. I could have even slipped off to work if I hadn’t gotten a letter the week before telling me I was fired. Turns out not showing up for a month and a half isn’t good for your career. Luckily, I had enough bits in the bank to cover me for a while, but I needed to get a new job.

“Boy!” Sludge called out from the living room, his voice sounding sleepy.

I pushed off my bed and trotted out to the living room. He was sprawled out on the couch, his body stretching over the whole length of it, one leg propped up over the back in a position that looked uncomfortable, yet somehow his body seemed to flow into it. It also pulled his briefs tight over his crotch and his twin erections.

It was hard to tear my eyes away from them, the tight fabric easily outlining their shape. They didn’t look anything like a pony’s, and not just because there were two of them. They were tapered from base to tip with a spade shaped head. I could see what could be ridges near the middle of the shafts, though it was hard to tell under the fabric. Both of them seemed to be coming out of the same sheath, but once again I couldn’t really tell through the fabric of his briefs. Length wise I was fairly sure he was better hung than me, though I was thicker.

Letting out a huge yawn, he reached one of his thick hands down and started to scratch at his crotch, then shoved his hand under the fabric of his briefs to work right between the twin shafts.

“Boy!” he said again.

My head snapped up to look at him, “Yes, daddy?”

Sludge chuckled softly. “Like what you see?”

I felt myself starting to blush, not wanting to answer the question. Instead I just shuffled a little bit from hoof to hoof, but as I did, I could feel my own dick swaying under my belly.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said with another chuckle. “Why don’t you come here and tell daddy all about it.”

My blush grew even brighter, but I slowly walked to the side of the couch, his smell growing stronger the closer I got. I had gotten used to it over the last couple of weeks, I wouldn’t say that I liked it—I didn’t think anypony could—but it no longer made me feel ill.

I stopped at the side of the couch, waiting to see what he wanted of me. My head held low and eyes focused on my forehooves.

With a grunt he pulled his hand out of his underwear and ran it over my main, then pulled it down and across the underside of my muzzle, dragging his fingers right over the tip of my nose. I could smell him, his dirty musk, the familiar bitterness of old pee and something else that stung the inside of my nose.

He chuckled and sat up on the couch, stretching his arms and wings behind his back, joints popping even as his large belly was pressed up almost against my face, the light green scales rippling thanks to the fat under them. I was sure he had gotten fatter since he had gotten here, but I didn’t think I was providing him that much food.

“You know what to do, boy,” he said.

“Yes, daddy,” I said, taking a step forward, lifting my head up to look at his heavy moobs. The fat nipples pointing down towards me. I could almost see the sweat rolling down from under the folds. Without a word I leaned up and nuzzled under one, starting to lick the scales clean.

Sludge let out a soft moan. “Pony tongues are perfect for this,” he said, his hand petting my head and running my horn between his fingers

I grunted and tried to focus on the work. After trapping me in his armpit, he had decided that I had to show how much I loved his smell by licking some part of him clean every single day. It was absolutely nasty, the taste of it almost as horrible as his smell. I didn’t like it, but it wasn’t as bad as it had been at first. It was still like licking a sidewalk, but I imagined there were worse things in the world to taste.

This time though, there was something else. As I licked under his moob I got the taste of something spicy. Extremely spicy. Like I had downed a bottle of hot sauce! It rushed through my muzzle and into my nose, burning the whole way. I tried to pull back, but suddenly I felt the dragon’s hand holding tight on my horn, using it to press me ever closer to his scales

I gagged and swallowed, the burning running down my throat. I kicked my hind legs and pushed with my hooves on his belly, trying to break free, but I could fight his grip. All I could do was suffer as the burning grew even stronger. I had no idea what was causing this, but my suffering made him laugh.

“You like that boy? I left it there just for you! Better not stop until you got it all,” he said with a laugh.

With a low whimper, I licked at his scales again, getting another muzzle for of spiciness. With each lick, it kept burning my mouth and nose, but after a while my tongue started to become numb. The burning didn’t quite fade away, but it no longer hurt. Without that I could start to taste whatever it was that was so hot, and it actually tasted pretty good. I couldn’t find a word for the flavor, but it was rich, like a fruit and cream mix. Even when mixed with the taste of his sweat I still enjoyed it.

When I had finally licked away all the new flavor, I found myself whimpering sadly. I kept liking my lips, trying to catch the last of the taste even as my tongue was almost too numb to feel.

“Did you like that boy?” he asked, letting go of my horn.

“Yes, daddy,” I said, and for a rare moment was being completely honest.

He chuckled deeply and rubbed his hand over my head. “Maybe I’ll give it to you fresh next time,” he said with a smirk, then slapped his belly. With a shove he pushed me back, then grunted as he rocked forward and rose up to his feet, lumbering to the bathroom.

I watched as he walked down the hallway, his tail sweeping from side to side under his robe, his thick hips shaking in time with his tail. I found myself watching him with each waddling step his took until he vanished into the bathroom, the door closing behind him.

With a long sigh I deflated, lowering my head to look down between my legs. I was rock hard, my shaft pressing up against the fur of my belly. “Why did I enjoy that?” I asked softly, wishing I understood what was going on in my own head.

Why did I enjoy everything daddy was doing to me? Why couldn’t I bring myself to make him leave? I hated it all, yet at the same time yet I couldn’t do anything to stop it! I wanted him to go, he had to go. I had to get my life back under control and I couldn’t do that while he was here. Yet I didn’t want him to leave.

Shaking my head to clear away those thoughts, I went into the kitchen to make sure he had a beer waiting when he got out of the bathroom.

Sludge yawned and let out a heavy belch, rubbing his belly a bit. “Good dinner, boy,” he said.

“Thank you, daddy,” I replied as I collected his bowl. The meal had been a heavy salad and lots of gems. Too many for me to even bother to pick out, so I didn’t get anything to eat, but he had enjoyed it and that was really all that mattered. It left me hungry, but that was also something I had gotten used to, along with having only one meal a day.

I set the bowl in the kitchen sink and gave it a quick rinse as I heard my houseguest get up off the couch and walk down the hallway, probably to relieve himself before bed. I only half paid attention to him as I cleaned up, so it took me a few moments to realize that after he left the bathroom, he didn’t come back. I was only when I heard the heavy creaking of my bed that I realized where he had gone.

Slamming off the water, I turned and galloped back down to my bedroom, my hooves skidding on the hardwood floor as I came to a stop at the doorway. Sludge was lying on my bed, pulling the covers up over his large form. He had thrown the robe off onto the floor, so at least that was something, but not that much.

“What are you doing?!” I shouted.

He lifted up his head and gave me a toothy smile. “I’m going to bed.”

I sputtered and took a step forward. “But… that’s my bed, you sleep in the living room,” I snapped.

“Don’t you think your daddy should have a proper bed?”

All I did was glare at him, starting to gather some magic around my horn. This was almost too much! This was the only place in the house that was mine, he had to get out of my room and back onto his couch.

“Well, don’t you boy? Don’t you want your daddy to be happy and comfortable?” the dragon said, his eyes narrowing as he slowly sat up in the bed.

I didn’t have enough power or skill to teleport him, or even enough to lift him off the bed, but I had to do something. I stretched out with my power, reaching for him, but suddenly he jumped at me, once again moving faster than his size should have allowed. He grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and pulled my off of my hooves, throwing me down onto the bed. One hand was on the small of my back while the other was resting on my ass, right above my dock.

“Now boy, what do you think you are doing?” he asked, a dangerous tone edging his voice.

“This is my bedroom,” I said, not struggling to get free, I knew I couldn’t.

He slowly shook his head, his ear frills fanning out. “Shouldn’t it be your daddy’s bedroom? Doesn’t your daddy deserve the very best? The best food, the best place to sleep, the best boy?”

I closed my eyes. “Yes daddy, but it’s my room.”

“No boy, it’s my room,” he said, his hand lifting up off my ass.

“But—“

He bought his hand down right across my flank, causing me to jump. A moment later he matched it on the other side, making both cheeks of my ass glow from the force of the impacts. “It’s my room, isn’t it boy?”

I said nothing.

Two more spanks followed, his paw hitting hard, my fur doing little to blunt the force of his palm and left my ass stinging. “Isn’t it, boy?”

A moment of hesitation let to another pair of hard spanks, the skin burning from the force of the impact. I started to cry, tears starting to roll down my face. It didn’t want to give in, I didn’t want to let him to take this away from me as well, but I wasn’t sure just how much more I could take.

After what felt like two dozen hard spanks on each side of my ass, I finally had enough. “It’s your bedroom, daddy,” I whimpered.

His paws instantly were gone. “That’s right boy, it’s my bedroom because your daddy deserves the best.”

I nodded, wiping my muzzle with the back of my leg. My fur was soaked with tears, dripping down my muzzle and off my nose.

Sludge slid back into the bed, pulling the covers over his heavy body. “Your daddy loves you boy, so he’s going to be generous and let you sleep in his bed,” he said, lifting the sheets and patting the space next to him.

Knowing better than to protest, I climbed into the bed, his weight causing me to roll towards him. Sludge dropped the sheet over me then wrapped an arm around my barrel, pulling me up until my back was pressing up against his belly, my bruised ass pressed up right against his crotch, feeling his twin shafts hard inside of his briefs.

Using my magic, I pulled off my glasses and set them next to the bed, and then reached out and turned off the magical light. “Goodnight, daddy,” I whispered.

He kissed the top of my head. “Goodnight, boy,” he replied. A few moments later he started to softly snore in my ear. I didn’t move, just feeling the big dragon press up against me, his belly rising and falling with each breath he took. Slowly, I drifted off to sleep myself, enjoying the rhythmic feeling of him against my back.

Chapter 4 (Blowjob, Handjob)

My fur was still damp as I stepped out of my house to head to the market. I had to take a shower every time I went out otherwise, I smelled like Sludge. I was sure that it was because of sleeping pressed up against him for the last couple of weeks. He said he couldn’t get to sleep without knowing his boy was close, so I ended up spooning with him every night. Though it wasn’t that bad being the little spoon.

At least it was a warm day, the afternoon sun helping to dry out my fur as I trotted to the market, trying to ignore the other ponies around me. Normally I went first thing in the morning, trying to avoid everypony else and get my shopping done as fast as possible. Today though, I didn’t have a choice and was feeling a bit annoyed about how crowded it was.

It was kind of sad to think about, but is the two months since Sludge arrived, I only left the house to go to the market and avoided talking to anypony. I had even gotten into the habit of not saying much to the ponies at the stalls, just getting what I needed and going back home. Right now, it actually felt odd to be around so many other ponies.

If I had my choice, I wouldn’t even be out shopping, but I wasn’t so lucky. Sludge had decided he wanted emeralds for lunch, and I didn’t have any. In order to avoid getting spanked I had headed out to get him some.

I shook my head, trying to get my mind off of that, the last thing I needed to do was drop from my sheath in public. Trying to think of other things I trotted off towards the market, saddlebags on my hips. Other than the gems there were a few things I needed to get, so I was going to take advantage of it.

My first stop was to pick up some fresh vegetables, getting a number of carrots, onions and some asparagus. I also got a small basket of raspberries, they were my favorite fruit and had been a long time since I had gotten any, and I thought I deserved a little treat.

Near the end of market street was the diamond dog’s stand, with baskets filled with all sorts of gems laid out in front of them. There were a couple of ponies already at the booth, but that was it. I just help back and waited for them to leave.

Once the ponies were gone, I moved up to the booth and started sorting through the gems with my magic. I was in luck, there were a number of large emeralds in the pile, and I was happy to start picking them out.

“Winter Quill?” a voice asked from beside me, making me jump in place, the gems in my magic clattering to the table as my field dropped. I turned around to see who had called my name, surprised to find Twilight Sparkle standing behind me.

I was suddenly very nervous. Daddy had made it clear he didn’t like the princess, and I feared she might be here to speak to me about him. “Hello, Princess. What can I do for you?” I asked, pushing my glasses up with the edge of my hoof.

She took a step closer to me, a frown on her face as she looked me over. “Are you feeling well?”

“I’m doing fine,” I replied, starting to pick through the gems again.

That didn’t satisfy her as she moved a step closer, almost up against my flank. “You’ve lost a lot of weight, your almost gaunt.”

Had I? I hadn’t really noticed that much. With Sludge around I wasn’t eating anywhere near as much as I had done before. Usually only a meal a day, and sometimes I didn’t even get that. It really hadn’t bothered me before. It was just how my life was at the moment.

“I needed to lose some weight,” I replied, as if that explained it.

She shook her head. “I think you’ve lost too much, you should go see Nurse Redheart. Sudden extreme weight loss can be a symptom of a number of different—”

“I’m fine,” I snapped at her, cutting her off mid spiel. The last thing I needed was for her to go into one of her long lectures in the middle of town. All that would do is keep me out later then I wanted, and that would just piss off Sludge. “Trust me princess, I’m doing just fine. I’m eating a little lighter because I’m between jobs at the moment and trying to save bits.”

Her frown grew even deeper as she looked between myself and the emerald I was collecting. “If you’re trying to save bits, why are you buying those?”

I kept picking through the gems as I tried to come up with a good excuse. “I have ah…. couple of projects I want to try with them,” I finally answered. “Maybe I can sell them or something,” I added, but it sounded lame to my ears.

Twilight wasn’t buying it. “You can always tell me if there’s something wrong or if you need any help. Eating disorders need to be taken seriously,” she said, her wing stretching out towards me, like she wanted to wrap me in a hug but I quickly side stepped it.

“I am eating fine,” I said, pulling open my saddle bag and floating out my bit pouch, then counted out a few for the dog running the both. After that I scooped up the emeralds and put them and the rest of my bits back into my bag. “I appreciate your concern, your highness, but nothing is wrong,” I added.

She shook her head as she pulled her wing back to her side. “Winter Quill, I’m worried about you. I used to see you at the castle library once a week, but it’s been months since your last visit. You have overdue books. You never have overdue books!”

With a sigh, I rubbed my hoof over the tip of my nose. “I’ll make sure to get them back to the library as soon as I can. I’ve just been distracted by… well by not having a job for one. I’m fine Twilight, I’m just fine.” I lied.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I am,” I replied with a smile. With that settled, I started trotting back towards my home. After about a hundred body lengths I paused and looked over my shoulder. Twilight was still standing by the booth, looking at me with a touch of worry on her face, her ears hanging low against her mane. I just shook my head and continued on my way back home. What was going on was none of her business, and if she stuck her nose in Sludge would have to leave. I didn’t know what I would do if that happened.

I trotted back up to the door of my house, taking one last look back to make sure Twilight wasn’t watching me before I went inside. I had to walk past the living room to get to the kitchen, and daddy was waiting for me on the couch, a smile flashing over his face as he saw me.

“Did you get them?”

“Yes, daddy,” I replied, as I entered the kitchen. I started unloaded my saddle bags, taking out all the different fruits and vegetables I bought, as well as the emeralds.

Sludge came up behind me, placing a hand on my flank. “Good boy,” he said and then fluffed my mane.

I blushed at the praise as I popped a raspberry in my mouth. I put the vegetables into the top of the ice chest, checking the ice on the bottom to make sure there was still enough. The spells that slowed down the melting were holding up, but I would still need some fresh ice soon.

He reached past me and grabbed one of the emeralds, tossing it into his muzzle and giving it a hard crutch as he started chewing. “Oh, you picked some good ones,” he said, small shards spraying out of his mouth.

I closed the cooler and turned around, pleased to see how happy he looked. I slipped past, running my flank over his gut as I did so, heading back to the bathroom to check on something. With a flick of my horn the magical light turned on and I looked at myself in the mirror.

My face fell when I saw my reflection. I looked thin, really thin. Everything looked a bit off; my face was pulled tight, hard lines visible under my skin, and the fur was dark around my eyes. Turning to the side I realized I could see the faintest outline of my ribs under my tan pelt, and even with my fetlocks having grown out, my ankles were becoming visible.

“Dear Celestia, I do look ill,” I muttered.

“What was that?” Sludge asked as he walked up behind me.

I frowned a bit and turned to look at my other side in the mirror, seeing the same thing. “I’ve lost a cart full of weight, ponies are noticing.”

His face fell into a frown, but not the frown I was so used to seeing from him. This wasn’t a look of displeasure but one of worry. He reached out and placed one of his hands on my flank, running It down along the length of my body, the tips of his fingers running over my ribs. “This isn’t normal for a pony?”

I shook my head.

He sighed and pulled his hand away. “I can’t allow that. You need to eat more. From now on you and I are going to have dinner together every night, that way I can make sure you’re eating enough. Will that help?”

The slight smirk that seemed to be a permanent fixture on his face had been replaced by a look of genuine concern with a hint of worry as he waited for me to answer. Usually, when he asked me a question it wasn’t really a question, but this time he really was asking.

“That will help,” I admitted.

Sludge nodded, then bent down and gave me a surprise hug, his thick arms wrapping around my neck and pulling me against his body. It lasted for only a few moments before he pulled away, but it felt nice. After that, he patted me on the top of the head. “I want you to be healthy, you got that boy?”

“I got it, daddy,” I replied, giving him a smile.

He mussed up my mane again and then stood up and walked back out to the living room, his robe swirling around him as he did so. He walked with a slight waddle, his tail swaying from side to side and making his ass jiggle with each step he took. I couldn’t help watching him as he walked away, that was a site I enjoyed.

* * *

After sharing a dinner with Sludge—who was watching me carefully to make sure I cleaned my plate—we went back to the bedroom. I took a few moments to clean up as he threw himself down on the bed, shrugging his robe off when he did so. That was something I appreciated as it got in the way when we were sleeping and I did like the feeling of his belly against me.

I quickly brushed my teeth, something I really wished I could convince him to do, then headed back into the bedroom.

“You did good today, boy,” he said as he sat on the edge of the bed, a wide smile on his face.

“Thank you, daddy,” I said, returning the smile as I walked up to the bed.

He grinned and lifted his hand for me to stop. “I think you’ve earned something special tonight,” he said. A moment later he gave me a smiled and wiggled his eyebrows as he hooked his fingers under the hem of his briefs and slowly pushed them down off his hips and belly, then kicking them into the corner of the room. The removal of the fabric revealed his twin cocks as they rose up from his crotch. They were already swelling in anticipation, the pair pulsing in time as they grew hard, at the same time I could see his balls starting to bulge out under the shaft. Unlike a pony they were hanging out all the time, and only dropped free when he was aroused.

They were two slightly different shades of green, both of them darker than the scales of his belly, but the one on the left was slightly darker than that. Just like I had thought there were a number of ridges running along the middle of the shaft, growing more prominent the lower down they went. The pointed heads were fat on the tips, each one coming to a sharp point with a urethra at the tip of each one.

I swallowed, feeling my own shaft spilling out between my legs.

Sludge chuckled. “You like them?”

“Yes,” I said, half in a whisper. I had been seeing them through his underwear for months, sometimes hard, sometimes with just the tips visible outside of his body, now they were right in front of me. My mouth felt dry as I shifted from hoof to hoof, my shaft rising up to smack against my belly.

His slapped his hand on his belly and smirked. “Then why don’t you come here and show your daddy just how much you love him?”

I closed my eyes, letting out a long breath, trying to clear my mind for just a moment. Is this what I really wanted? To have sex with this dragon who had come in and taken over my whole life? After making me his boy and making himself my daddy? I had just been talking with Princess Twilight, I only had to tell her what was going on. I just had to tell anypony what was going on, and he would be gone. One word and I could force his fat body out of my home and out of my life.

Forever.

He would be gone and I would ever see him again. Never see that big round gut again, with how it bounced and jiggles, or those wobbly moobs of his and his thick nipples. That big fat ass would be gone, out of my life, along with everything that was attached to it. I would never find myself shoved into his armpit again, never to be able to smell him again, to taste him again. One word in the right ear and he would be gone.

I pulled in a long breath through my nose, taking in his horrible smell. The same smell that now was soaked into my bed and into my couch. The smell that filled my home and covered me every morning. I hated it; it was the worst thing I had ever smelled. If he was gone, it would go as well. That was what I wanted, wasn’t it?

Wasn’t it?

Slowly I opened my eyes, looking up at Sludge, who was watching me with a touch of concern on his muzzle. All I had to do was turn around and leave the room, leave the house, and he would be gone. I just had to turn around and go, I just had to do that one thing and it would all be over. Just go.

Lifting my hoof, I took a half step towards him, followed by a full one. It only took moments until I found myself with my nose up against his crotch, almost touching his two thick cocks that were jutting out from it. Small drops of precum were dribbling out of the tips and rolling down the length of the twin shafts, leaving a wet trail in their wake.

I lifted my head, looking up at Sludge and giving him a smile. “I love my daddy,” I whispered, the words coming out easily.

Smirking he reached down and rubbed the top of my head. his thumb running along my horn. “That’s my boy.”

I ran my tongue along the length of one of the twin shafts, finally getting a taste of it. His pre was salty and spicy, burning inside of my mouth. It was a light burn, and not at all unpleasant. Under that was the familiar taste of his body. The ridges rolled under my tongue, each one growing smaller as I neared the tip. My tongue wrapped around the head of the shaft, swirling around it for a moment before I moved to its twin to give it the same treatment. He seemed to be enjoying it as he let a low growl that came from somewhere deep inside of his body.

Looking up at him, I tried to give him my best bedroom eyes, but as all I could see was the underside of his belly. I doubted he saw them.

I placed my hooves on each side of his shafts, pushing them together. This close I could see that the right one was just a hair shorter than the left, but it made up for it by being thicker. I couldn’t help but notice that the ridges had lined up perfectly with each other. I licked the pair of them at once before opening my mouth wide and sliding both of them inside.

My lips wrapped around the twin shafts, my tongue slurping along the underside. Teasing between them as I allowed them to slide into my muzzle and up against the back of my throat. It wasn’t enough to take the full length, but I was sure I could with a little bit of time. It might have been the biggest cock I had ever sucked on, but hardly the first.

I began to bob my head along his length, sucking happily at it as I used my magic to start to play with his balls, feeling the heavy orbs as they sagged in his scaly sack. I could feel their heat even through my field.

Sludge seemed to enjoy the touch as he growled again, his claws running through my mane and scratch at the base of my ears. His other hand was stroking along the length of my neck, his touch was soft and gentle, almost caring.

More precum was starting to leak from the tips, the burn growing stronger by the moment and causing the inside of my mouth to tingle. It gave a nice kick to the rest of his flavors. I started to pick up speed, head bouncing up and down over the twin shaft, the heads bumping into the back of my throat.

I moaned around the shafts, my own cock slapping against my belly as I rocked forward each time I swallowed his lengths. My daddy was starting to hump back against me, thrusting against the motion of my head. My magic kept teasing his balls while I allowed a little bit of it roll back up and start to tease it up against his ass, pressing into the hole.

He let out a deep growl and grabbed the back of my head. “You are good at this, boy,” he said, panting around the words.

That made me beam as I kept sucking him, using my tongue to stroke the gap between them, my magic teasing his ass in time with my tongue. Daddy just leaned back and spread his legs out even wider, no longer thrusting against me, instead letting me do all the work.

I did so eagerly, working at the shafts as much as I could, my hooves moving to his hips, bracing myself with them as my magic worked his balls and ass at the same time. I could feel his ass opening for me, only to squeeze down against my field.

“Almost,” he said with a groan, his hand squeezing at the back of my head.

His precum was growing thicker and spicier, my mouth starting to grow numb to it even as the flavor washed down my throat. I had never been the biggest fan of spices before, but this was quickly changing my mind.

Then suddenly, his ass clenched down around my magic as his balls pulled tight in his sack. A moment later he let out a roar, shooting a blast of blue tinged flame over my back as he started to cum. Both cocks twitched and pulsed in my mouth before blasting the hottest load I had ever had before. It was almost scalding as it was spicy, the thick seed flooding into my muzzle and down my throat.

I gulped at it, trying to not let any of it leak out of my mouth even as it burnt all the way down. My eyes were watering from how strong it was, my sinuses clearing in an instant, but I loved it. I loved every drop of my daddy’s cum as it flooded down my throat. It was almost enough to make me cum myself.

It slowly tapered off as he relaxed his grip on me and allowed me to slide off of them. A final spurt shooting out of his twin shaft to splatter on my face and soak into my fur. I sat back on the floor and licked it off, smiling up at him.

“That… that was amazing. You’re really good at this, Winter Quill,” he said, reaching down to grab me and pull me up on the bed with him.

I nuzzled at his neck and pressed up against him, enjoying the heat radiating from his body.

Without a word he reached down and wrapped his hand around my cock, squeezing around the medial ring before starting to stroke along the length of it.

The head of my cock was already flared out in excitement, and it only took him three long strokes to push me over the edge. With a groan I buried my face against his chest and came hard, bucking into his hand as I shot a trio of heavy loads of cum right onto his belly. It left the green scales covered in a sheen of white.

“Oh, Celestia,” I whimpered as I came back down, shaking softly against him.

He ran his fingers over his belly, gathering up the thick cum then held it up to my lips. I opened my mouth, letting him put them inside. I slowly sucked my own cum from his digits, the flavor nowhere near as strong as his had been.

“Love my boy,” he said.

“Love my daddy,” I replied, as the warmth of our shared joy carried us into the night.

Chapter 5 (Watersports)

I woke slowly, feeling a pair of strong arms wrapped around my body that pulled my back up against Sludge’s soft belly. It had become a familiar position to wake up in over the last few weeks, but it felt particularly nice today. I could hear him snoring softly above me, smelling the little puffs of smoke that always accompanied it.

Without a word, I pressed my back up against him, enjoying the feeling of his body against me own. I slowly breathed in his musk, allowing it to fill my lungs, enjoying it for a few moments. I was in such a good mood that I found the smell rather nice, almost comforting and familiar. I didn’t want to leave, but I knew I had to, I had to have breakfast ready for him before he woke up.

Slowly, I started to wiggle down, his scales sliding easily over my pelt as I pulled free. He snorted and rolled onto his back, rubbing his belly with his claws. I grabbed my glasses and looked back at him, looking at how his belly rose up over the bed. I couldn’t help but smile before I slipped off and back into the kitchen.

At least that was the plan, but my hoof caught on the briefs he had discarded before bed. It wrapped around my leg and nearly tripped me. I caught myself before I fell, stumbling forward a little before taking the fabric in my magic and quickly untangling it. Once it was free, I held it up in front of myself, looking at the underwear. They were the same pair he had worn since the first night I had let him stay with me. The white fabric, though now it was more of an off gray, had been soaked by his sweat, and even this close I could smell his musk hanging heavy on the fabric. That wasn’t all, I could see stains from his playing with himself, as well piss stains and other marks.

I looked at the material, twisting it around in my magic a couple times, taking in all the damage months of unbroken wear had caused. They were worn in a number of places, the elastic of the waistband had been stretched thin by his gut and they back seemed to be permanently curved in the shape of his ass. Slowly, I brought I up to my nose, taking in a long smell of his stale scent, letting out a sigh as I did so. Turning it around I sniffed at the piss stains, the bitter scent wonderful intoxicating.

Without even thinking about it I found myself sticking my tongue out, wanting to taste it when Sludge let out a deep snort and rolled over in the bed. I found myself jumping in place and dropped the briefs and galloped out of the room. I had no idea why I had been about to do that, but I was glad nopony had seen me try.

I made my way back into the kitchen, swiftly starting breakfast for the both of us. It was just going to be oatmeal, and while not fancy it was decent enough food. I was just setting out the bowls at the kitchen table when Sludge came walking out of the bedroom, his thick tail sweeping against the ground as he scratched the underside of his belly. He was back wearing his underwear and robe, but then he would have looked odd without it.

“Good morning, boy,” he said.

“Morning daddy,” I replied, sitting down at the table next to him. I wasn’t going to be able to slip away until I finished eating, he had been good to his word and over the last week he had made sure I ate my meals.

He pulled the chair out and dropped down heavily into it, grabbing some of the gems and adding them to his bowl.

“I need to go out today,” I told him. “I have to do some shopping and I should return my books to the library before Twilight decides to stop by and get them herself.”

“That’s fine,” he replied. “But that’s all you are doing. I don’t want you talking with her.”

I blinked at that. “You don’t?”

Sludge smirked a bit as he looked down at me. “No boy, I don’t. You don’t need to be wasting your time chatting with some nosey princess. You will drop your books off and come back home, don’t even say a word to her if you can.”

“Yes, daddy,” I said meekly, looking back down at my bowl. It was only half empty and I wasn’t very hungry, but I kept eating. I didn’t know why he didn’t want me to talk with her, but I wasn’t going to go argue with him.

He nodded, then reached out and rubbed the top of my head. “You’re a good boy, you know that?”

I blushed and nodded, taking another bite of my food and chewing on it over and over again, but not swallowing.

Without another word, Sludge picked up his bowl and just shoved his face into it, noisily scarfing down his breakfast while chunks of it rolled down his cheeks to land on his belly. He didn’t seem to care though, his tongue slathering across the bowl before dropped it to the table and let out a huge belch.

“Finish your food, then come here and clean me up,” he ordered.

My magic flared as I shoved the rest of my breakfast into my muzzle, swallowing it without hardly even chewing. Once my bowl was clean, I pushed the chair away from the table and dropped down to my hooves. I moved around to where daddy was sitting, rearing up and placing my hooves on his thighs, leaning up to start to lick over the mess on his belly.

The oats had mixed with the even present sweat on his body, the musk already soaking into food. I could taste both of flavors mixing together as I licked his scales clean.

He reached down and ran his claws through my mane and against the back of my ears. “So boy, I wonder if there’s anything about yourself you wish to tell me?”

I blinked in surprise at the question, lifting my head to give him a look. “What do you mean?”

“Do you have any interests, or proclivities I should know about?” he asked with a smirk. “Because I found those dildos that you kept hidden under your bed.”

A blush burnt over my face, glowing under my fur as I looked up at him. “I...” I started, but couldn’t quite finish. I did have two dildos, one a fairly normal stallion and the other was of a griffon. I had gotten them when I had found myself fresh out of school and single, but I hadn’t used them in years.

“You like having dicks up your ass boy?”

I nodded, my blush growing brighter.

He rubbed my mane again. “Well then, maybe I could arrange that for you,” he replied. “Is there anything else?”

Sludge was clearly fishing for something, but I didn’t know what it could be. I just looked up at him with my eyes wide and slowly shook my head.

“You shouldn’t lie to me,” he said, slowly shaking his head as he reached into the pocket of his robe and pulled out a few old pictures. He held them up to his snout, fanning them out like playing cards as he looked them over. His smirk growing wider by the moment.

I looked dumbly at the back of the pictures for a few moments before it finally clicked. There were only a few pictures in the house—hidden in a box under the bottom draw of my dresser—and they were in his claws. My blush grew even brighter as my eyes glanced down. Those pictures, they were from one crazy night in Manehatten with a boyfriend I had dumped soon after. We had gotten very drunk and hit the clubs, and those pictures were the result of that good time.

Including one very specific one.

My eyes went wide as I realized that, at the same time Sludge chuckled and turned around the picture in question. It was taken from above, showing me laying on my back, my muzzle wide open as the stallion taking the picture was pissing in my mouth like I was a urinal. I had always been curious about piss play, and this way my boyfriend’s way of showing me how fun it was. Not that he asked me, or cared how I felt about it—one of the many reasons I kicked him to the curb—but it would be a lie if I said I didn’t enjoy it. That was easy enough to see in the picture.

“I’ll keep these for later,” he said with a smirk as he tucked them back into his pocket. “And you’re going to be properly punished for lying to me,” he sounded so disappointed by that.

“Yes, daddy,” I replied, looking away from him.

Sludge reached down and took my muzzle in his hand, gently turning me to look up at him. “But from now, I have a special gift for my boy,” he said, his legs parting as he gently pushed me off of him.

I dropped down onto my hooves, my face level with his crotch. I could see his twin shafts starting to press against the fabric, rising right up under the layers of piss stains. Without a word he hitched a thumb under the waist and pushed them down, allowing the twin shafts to fall free. They were soft and hung loosely from his crotch.

He grabbed the back of my head, and gently pulled me closer.

Without waiting to be told, I took them both in my magic, holding the flaccid dicks together as I wrapped my lips around the twin heads. They felt different soft, but I knew they would be getting hard soon.

His grip tightened on the back of my head. “I saw you sniffing my underwear boy, so now I’ll give you exactly what you want. Don’t you dare spill a drop,” he said.

My eyes went wide as I tried to pull away but his clawed hand held me in place. A moment later I felt the head of his shafts start to bulge and open as hot dragon piss started to flood into my muzzle. I clamped my lips tight around the shafts, holding them in place as the very bitter piss washed over my tongue.

I whimpered, but held tight, trying to do as I was told as he just kept pissing. It was hot, almost scalding, and was coming almost too fast to deal with. I found myself swallowing, trying to clear my muzzle while not letting any spill any of it. The smell of it filled my nose, strong and unpleasant, like walking into a dirty public bathroom, but at the same time I couldn’t help but enjoy it. I hated myself for it, but I was enjoying the feeling of it flooding into my mouth.

It just kept going on and on, more piss every moment as I tried to keep up with it. Small drops escaped the corners of my mouth, but I kept my lips tightly in place. I wasn’t going to let my daddy down, not after lying to him like I did.

Somehow, I managed to actually do it, to drink every last drop of at least half a gallon of hot dragon piss without letting any hit the floor. As the streams finally trailed off, Sludge let go of my head and allowed me to drop back onto my haunches, his twin dicks pulling out of my mouth as the last drops rained down on my face.

“That’s a good boy,” he said with a laugh. “You’re going to do that for me every morning for now on, aren’t you?”

I wanted to tell him that I was never going to do that again. That his piss was disgusting and drinking it made me sick… but my hard cock rubbing against my bloated belly said otherwise. While it was extremely bitter, almost too hot to drink, and it left my belly feeling like a water balloon… it would be a lie to say I didn’t want more.

Slowly I lowered my head and let out a piss flavored belch. “Yes, daddy,” I said.

“That’s my boy,” he replied with a laugh as he pulled his underwear back over his fat crotch, and returned to his familiar place on my couch. I just sat there, in the middle of my kitchen, knowing that I truly was his boy.

Chapter 6 (Anal, Toys)

It was two weeks before the running of the leaves that I got the first notice from the bank. It came on an official looking scroll, the wax seal imprinted with the bank’s signet and stuffed through my mail slot. I fished the scroll out of the pile of letters that had built up under against the door, holding it gently in my magic.

“What’s that boy?” Sludge asked from the couch.

“Nothing good,” I replied, walking over and sitting on the couch. He moved his tail up out of the way to give me room to lays on the ruined cushions, only to drop it down over my back, the familiar weight pressing against me.

Gingerly, I held the scroll in my magic, breaking the seal and unrolling it. It wasn’t very long or complicated. It simply said that I was two months behind on paying my mortgage. It wasn’t a mean notice, just a simple factual one with a reminder that I needed to pay before the end of the month along with how many bits was needed to make me current.

It was more than twice what I had left in my bank account.

I sighed and slumped down, dropping my head on daddy’s flank. “I need to find a new job,” I said softly.

Sludge reached down and gently stroked his claws through my mane. “No boy of mine is going to be out working a stupid job. You’re staying right here where you belong, with me.”

Lifting my head, I looked up at the dragon, trying to decide how to phrase what I wanted to say so that I wouldn’t get him angry at me. “If I don’t get a job soon, I’ll lose the house.”

“Don’t worry boy, we’ll burn that bridge when we get to it,” he replied, a smile on his face. Oddly he didn’t seem angry about my contradicting him.

I sighed and lowered my head back against his scales, pressing my nose against them to take in his wonderful smell. “Daddy, I don’t think there is much time. I hardly enough bits left to make one payment, let alone everything I owe and the fees. They won’t give me much more leeway, if I can’t find some bits soon…”

He tisked softly and stroked my mane again. “I’ll take care of you boy, don’t worry. I’ll always make sure your safe and happy.”

“Really?” I asked. That was a heck of a thing to promise. After three months of living in my home, he had never shown any sign of having any money at all.

“Really,” he said, then used his tail to pat at my flank. “Now be a good boy and get daddy something to drink.”

Quickly I wiggled out from under his tail until I got my hooves on the floor. Picking up his mug in my magic I went back to the kitchen, filling it from the keg (I had no idea anymore how many he had gone through, I knew there were four empties in the backyard) and returning it back to him.

“How will we get the bits?” I asked him.

He shook his head, his eyes narrowing as he looked at me. “I told you boy, don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of all those silly little things for you,” he said, taking the beer from my magic. Then grabbing the scroll from the bank, he rolled it up and shoved it into the pocket of his robe. “From now on I’ll go through all the mail and make sure you only get the important things. You got that?”

I glanced at his free hand, seeing his fingers flexing in anticipation of the chance to punish me. It had been a couple of days since the last time he had taken me over his knee, so I was due. He always found a reason; it didn’t matter what I did, he would always find one. “Yes, daddy,” I said softly.

“Good,” he said, taking a long drink of his beer before letting out a belch of smoke. “Now turn around boy, present yourself to me.”

With a nod, I slowly turned in place, flicking my tail to the side and showing him my plot. For the last three weeks daddy had been having me ride my dildos for an hour every day, to get myself loose enough to take his cocks. It had been really hard at first, taking ages to get the whole length of the stallion toy inside of me, but it had quickly gotten easier each day. Now I could take the whole length of it without any effort at all. The griffon toy was almost the same, having less girth then the stallion, which was made up for by the fat knot at the base. A knot I had finally taken up my ass the day before.

Sludge set his beer down and grabbed my ass cheeks, pulling them further apart. I felt his finger probing gently around my hole, then with an easy push, he slipped It inside. I gasped out, pushing back against him as my ass clenched up around his finger.

“Now, if you are a very good boy, tonight I’ll show you how a real dragon fucks a pony,” he said with a chuckle, twisting his finger a bit then quickly pushing a second one inside. This one took a little bit more effort and brought a soft moan from my lips, my shaft quickly dropping from my sheath.

With a chuckle, he pulled his fingers out and whipped them against my cutie mark. “You had better be a good boy,” he ordered.

“Yes daddy. I want to be a good boy for you,” I replied, turning around to look at him.

Smirking at me, he sprawled out on the couch, rubbing his belly and letting out another belch. I could see his hemipenis outlined in his briefs, only slightly firm but that was enough to easily make out their shape through the piss stains and dried cum on the fabric. While I was thicker than he was when compared shaft to shaft, combined he was bigger than either of my toys. I was looking forward to feeling them inside of me.

He took another swing of his beer, his other hand reaching down to rub his shafts through his briefs. “Don’t worry boy, I know what you want and I’ll make sure you get exactly what you deserve.”

I smiled at that, watching his claws as they rubbed his shafts. I had gotten very familiar with them over the past few weeks, regularly blowing him most evenings while also drinking his piss every few days. It wasn’t every morning like he had promised, but it was often enough.

Pulling his hand away from his crotch, he smirked at me. “Now, why don’t you get us something to eat,” he said.

“Yes daddy,” I replied, finally slipping away from him and heading toward the kitchen. Once I was there, I felt my smile fall away. I didn’t know Sludge was going to do about the bank, but I hoped he had some way to solve it before things got even worse. I just had to trust him to take care of it.

After all, daddy knew best.

* * *

I was sitting in the window seat in the living room, a book resting on my forelegs as I tried to read, glancing out through the sheer curtains every time I caught a hint of a pony going past. The shrubs outside the window, now overgrown, were high enough to keep anypony from seeing me or Sludge inside, but I still worried.

Using my magic, I turned the page, but I really wasn’t reading what was on it. Every now and then I would glance over at the couch where Sludge was sleeping. He was laying on his belly, his chin resting on one arm as he snorted out little bouts of flame. There were more than a few scorch marks on the couch, just another way it had been ruined. I didn’t care anymore; it was his now and I was happy to let him claim it.

He shifted and snorted again, muttering something as his small wings fluttered over his back, his thick tail thumping a bit on the back of the couch. I wondered what he was dreaming about, and I kind of hoped it was me. I turned another page, but kept looking back at Sludge as he shifted against the couch.

Finally, I gave up on the book, closing it and setting it back to the side, joining the pile of other books that I hadn’t really read over the last few months. My whole life has become about my daddy since he had arrived during the summer: I lost my job, I hardly had any money, I never left the house and when I did it was to fetch things for him. I couldn’t even talk to anypony unless I had to, he made it perfectly clear that he wouldn’t abide by that.

Sludge snorted and rolled on the couch, his back towards me as his tail swayed in my direction, the thick limb dropping to thud onto the floor.

Slowly I slid out of the window seat and walked over to the couch, just watching him sleep for a few more moments before I picked up his tail with my magic, slipping myself under it and letting it drop over my back. I snuggled up to it, enjoying the feelings of his scales on my fur. I even pressed my nose up against it, breathing in the scent of his musk.

“I love my daddy,” I said softly, meaning every word of it. I knew he couldn’t hear it, but I didn’t care. I just snuggled closer to his tail.

I didn’t quite fall asleep, but sometime later I felt it move, followed by the familiar feeling of claws running through my mane. “Now just look at you, sitting there like a little whelp just out of the egg,” Sludge said.

That made me blush as I looked up at him. “I like being close to you,” I admitted.

He chuckled. “You’re a fast learner boy,” he said, shifting to sit on the couch, then scooped me up and pulled me over his legs. I froze for a moment, expecting to be spanked again, but instead I felt him running his hand through my mane. Slowly I relaxed against his soft belly, turning my head to nuzzle up under one of his heavy moobs, pressing my nose into the familiar dampness. Without even thinking I found myself licking gently at the scales.

Sludge kept petting my mane. “Such a good boy, you know what your daddy likes,” he said as his other hand squeezed against my rump, the tip of a claw tease over my dock then down to trace the outline of my cutie mark. It was such an intimate action, and it sent a wave of warmth through my body.

I found myself pressing up closer to him, my eyes closed as I just cleaned his scales. His hands slowly wrapped around me, pulling me up against his belly, the soft fat conforming to my shape. I felt safe there, warm and safe and loved right there in his arms. And while there was a part of myself that knew that our relationship was wrong, that it was hurting me, the rest of me didn’t really care anymore.

His hand slide up my neck to grasp at my ear, giving it a slight pull. In response I pulled my face out of his chest and looked up at him. Before I could even ask what he wanted, he pulled me up higher on his belly as he leaned down, his lips pressing against my own.

We had never kissed before, not like that. It had always been a loving kiss on the top of my head but not this. It surprised me for a moment before I returned it, pressing my lips back up against his as my eye’s half closed. My lips parted and I felt his tongue pressing into my mouth, pushing path my flat teeth to start playing with my own tongue. I returned the kiss, pressing up against him, my hooves pawing across the scales of his belly as our tongues teased around each other. His was long and thin while mine was wide and flat, and it felt really good.

Finally, he broke the kiss, smiling down at me as he picked me up, holding me in his arms as he slipped off the couch. He turned right back around and set me down over the arm of the couch, my ass hanging off the end of it. “I think a good boy should get some special attention,” he said, running a hand along my back to squeeze at my dock.

Letting out a yelp, my tail lifted as I pressed my forehooves into the cushions.

Sludge reached out with his other hand and ran the tip of a claw along my horn. “You should get me some lube,” he said.

I ignited my horn, the blue shine of my magic sweeping back into the bedroom to pick up the bottle from where it was sitting on his dresser. At the same time, I heard him shifting behind me as his dirty robe flew over my head to land on the couch. It distracted me for a moment, almost long enough to drop the bottle, but I recovered and brought it to us.

He plucked the bottle out of my magic and gave me flank a pat. “Good boy,” he said. A second later he leaned forward, his dirty briefs held in his fingers. He draped them across my face, hooking one of the leg holes over my horn. I took in a long smell of them, how they stunk of his musk, sweet, cum and piss at the same time. It was all the best parts of him concentrated into one.

As I took in the smell, Daddy brushed his fingers along the underside of my dock, causing me to gasp. The moment I did so he grabbed the fabric of the underwear and shoved into my muzzle.

I gagged as the dry fabric was shoved over my tongue, the taste was nasty and strong, yet familiar at the same time. And salty, very salty. I tried to spit it out by he held it in my muzzle. I could feel my spit quickly soaking into the material, washing out more of the built-up sweat back down my throat.

“Now don’t spit that out,” he said, his hand stroking along my flank he uncorked the lube bottle. A few moments later I felt the lube dribbling down on my ass, thick and cold. It was followed by him teasing his fingers against my hole to get more of it inside.

Setting the bottle to the side, he grabbed my flank with one hand, the other still working my ass before pulling away. A few moments later I felt what could only have been his twin cocks pressing up against my hole. The two heads were slowly pushing open my ass, stretching me as they wormed their way inside, sliding in deeper by the moment.

Then without any warning, he grabbed my hips and thrust hard, shoving the full length of his cocks into me. I let out a yelp as I was stretched wider than I ever had before, the shafts rubbing up against my prostate. He didn’t even give me a chance to get used to his size, instead pulling back and slamming into my again and again. Fucking me hard against the couch, his hips slapping against my ass as his heavy hanging balls bounced against my taint.

My own shaft was rock hard, pressing against the arm of the couch, already leaking precum, the force of his fucking causing it to bounce and rub against the material, teasing me even more. I found myself whimpering into the dirty briefs, gasping with each thrust. It hurt, but it was a good hurt, and I knew that it would only better.

Daddy’s belly was resting heavily on my back, jiggling and rolling with each thrust and pulling my tail against him. One hand was pawing at my hip, while his other was slapping at my ass between thrusts. “Damn boy, you are so fucking tight!” he declared.

All I could do was whimper happily, I could feel both of his cocks moving inside my ass, each one sliding in different ways, pressing into all sorts of places inside of me that I had never felt before. I wanted to try and please him in return, but I couldn’t focus enough to cast the smallest of spells, all I could do was let him pound into me. Each thrust was getting stronger, the couch creaking and rocking under me with each thrust.

I just whimpered around the briefs in my mouth, my eyes tightly closed as I just rode out the fucking. My own cock was leaking heavily, the precum soaking into the fabric even as my head was starting to flair from my excitement.

“Not going… to last… much longer,” he whimpered between thrusts, grabbing my cutie mark and squeezing it tightly. A moment later he slammed hard into me, burying himself as deep as possible as he let out a roar and a blast of flame, starting to cum. The hot load shot into my ass, flooding deeply into my bowls. A second later another load blasted into me, his two shafts just a little out of sync with each other. The cum was so hot, making it easy to feel as it flooded into me.

With a grunt he pulled himself out of my ass, sending another blast of his cum across my back, sticking to my fur and slowly rolling down my flanks. He panted softly, leaning forward to rest his belly on my back, spreading his cum out over both of us.

A few moments later he reached down and pulled his briefs out of my muzzle. “You’re a very good boy, and you made your daddy very happy,” he said.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I replied, panting happily under him.

A few minutes later he got up off of me, pulling his briefs back on, the crotch still soaked from my spit. He smiled and petted my head, then headed back to the bathroom. I just let my eyes closed and drift off into a very restful sleep, pleased at how happy I had made my Daddy.

Chapter 7 (Oral, Anal)

It was market day again, and I was starting to get worried. Now that I had finished my shopping, my bit bag was starting to feel really light. There were only a few dozen coins left. It had gotten to the point that I couldn’t afford to get Sludge any new kegs of beer. Thankfully he was very understanding after he punished me, but it did take me a couple of days to be able to sit on my ass again.

Today my plan was just to get the very basics, nothing too fancy or expensive. With a month left to Hearth’s Warming and snow scheduled in the next few days, it was better to have a fully larder of cheap staples then anything special.

Of course, staples include apples, there were always apples. One of my bags was loaded down with them. I was thinking about making an apple pie, I hadn’t made one in years and it would be something that I knew Daddy would love.

In addition to that I had picked up some leafy greens, carrots, onions, celery and potatoes and a large bag of rice. Things I could make last more than a week if I was clever with my meals.

I was walking down the length of the market, glancing at each booth to see if there was anything else I needed. As usual I was out early, the sun only just having risen thanks to the shorter days, because of that there weren’t many other ponies around. That was good, it meant I wouldn’t get in trouble for talking with any of them.

A few moments later I realized that there was a pony walking at my side. It was hard to miss, even wearing a woolen cap and long scarf she was still the pinkest thing in town. She wasn’t exactly walking either, but then again it was Pinkie Pie, she never ‘just’ did anything.

Looking forward I tried to ignore her, but that only lasted about ten seconds before her face was suddenly in mine. “Hey, Winter Quill!” she said.

With a yelp I jumped back, trying not to give her a dirty look. “I’m sorry Pinkie, I can’t talk right now.”

“That’s okay, I can talk for the both of us,” she replied with a wide smile.

Shaking my head, I stepped around her and continuing back to my house. That did nothing to stop her, but she wasn’t walking at my side this time. Instead she was walking backwards while still facing me, somehow avoiding any pony that might have been in her way.

“So… didn’t you get the invitation to the party?” she asked.

I rolled my eyes. “Pinkie, you have too many parties to keep track of, so I have no idea which party you’re talking about.”

Pinkie just smiled. “Your party, silly!”

“My party?”

She nodded. “Yeah, your birthday party! It was last week and you tooootally missed it. It was a blast, we had cake, and some silly games and Twilight was even there.”

That brought me up short. “My… birthday?” I asked dumbly. I knew I had kind of lost track of time, but did I actually miss my birthday? That didn’t seem possible, right? It was still a few weeks away from Hearth’s Warming, and the Running of the leaves was over a month ago, so that meant that that… yeah, I had missed my birthday.

Pinkie nodded and was suddenly giving me a hug. “I know you’ve been in a bit of a pinch of late, so I’m not mad that you missed it. But I still felt bad, so I got you this.” She was standing in front of me again, holding a small box in her hoof.

I took it with my magic, opening the lid. The box held a pair of cupcakes, both decorated with frosting in the rough shape of my cutie mark. On top of one was a single unlit candle, and on the other was a large emerald.

“Thank you,” I said, not sure what else to say.

Pinkie Pie smiled. “It’s my pleasure, and I wouldn’t eat the gem as it’s not a candy. I’ve made that mistake before and it’s not fun,” she replied.

That made my stomach sink. “Why the gem?” I asked, worried that she knew about Sludge.

She shrugged. “Just seemed like it went with the frosting, and that second cupcake looked so lonely without something on it.”

Revealed, I closed the box and moved it to rest on the small of my back, right where I knew I could keep it safe until I got home. “Thank you none the less.”

“Oh, and I have this for you,” she pulled out a familiar shaped package wrapped in purple paper. “It’s from Twilight, she really wanted to make sure you go it,” she said. Then offered me a second one wrapped in pink paper. “This one is also from Twilight, but she doesn’t know it.”

I smiled, taking what was obviously a pair of books from her. “If you could give her my thanks Pinkie?”

“Can do! And you have a great late birthday!” she said, then quickly gave me a tight hug before bouncing back towards to Sugar Cube Corner.

Pinkie Pie always made for an interesting encounter. Hopefully the cupcake for Daddy will make him overlook that I stopped to talk to somepony.

Starting back on my way home, I couldn’t help but think about what she had said. I had forgotten my own birthday. How in the world could have lost track of time like that? Maybe it was because I never left the house anymore and didn’t interact with anypony. It meant that I was becoming disconnected from the world around me.

It wasn’t like my day was empty, I spent it taking care of Daddy’s needs or snuggled up against his musky belly. I had come to like what I was doing for him, from making the meals, licking him clean, drinking his pee or just flat out fucking, I loved them all. I guess being so focused on him had made it hard to pay attention to the outside world.

I was still thinking about it when I reached my house, entering through the back door and going straight into the kitchen, making sure to lock the door behind me. As soon as I got inside, I could smell Daddy in the other room, his odor now filling the house to the point that I was sure I smelled of it even after I showered. I didn’t mind, I liked smelling like him.

Setting the box and gifts on the counter I started putting everything away when Daddy walked up behind me and squeezed my flank. “Hey, boy,” he said.

“I ran into Pinkie Pie at the market,” I said, not wanting to risk getting in more trouble by having him work out what I had done. It was better to get it out right away.

“Ugh, she’s too peppy, but makes good treats,” he replied.

I nodded as put the last of the apples away and turned around to face him. “I guess I missed my birthday party, and she wanted to make up for it.”

Sludge took a step back like he had been slapped, his hand going up to his muzzle as he let out a small gasp. “We missed your birthday?” he asked, his eyes wide and ear frills fanned out.

“Yeah, we did,” I said, picking up the cupcake box. “She gave me these,” I said as I opened it up for him.

He took the box out of my magic, looking down into it with a little smile on his face. “We’ll have these for dessert tonight,” he declared, closing the lid and carefully setting them on the counter. He then glanced at the box and pushed it as far back from the edge as it could go, nodding in approval.

After that, he turned his attention to me. “But first, I’m going to have to get you a birthday present!”

I blushed and looked down at my hooves. “It’s okay Daddy, you don’t have to do that.”

He kneeled down and fluffed my mane with his claws, then put his other hand under my chin and lifted my head so he could look me in the eyes. “I know boy, but I want to. I think I have the perfect thing for you. Give me a little bit to get it ready, okay? I’ll call you when it’s time.”

Smiling at him I gave him a quick nuzzle on the cheek, in return he leaned down and kissed me on the nose before rushing off.

After he was gone, I turned my attention back to the wrapped books Pinkie had given me. I opened the one officially from Twilight, frowning when I saw that it wasn’t a novel, but a self-help book for dealing with extreme stress and problems that it could cause for a pony. I snorted and threw it back onto the counter, I was fine. I knew I was fine and I didn’t need some book trying to make me feel better about it.

The other present was more interesting, just like before it was a book, but this time it was a spell book. It looked to be an older one as well, old enough there wasn’t a name on the cover. Opening it up I looked over the first dozen pages, finding spell after spell to make different types of inedible food edible. The only reason I could think of why she would give it to me was if there was a spell so I could eat gems. That would be nice, being able to share Daddy’s favorite food with him.

It did bother me that Pinkie seemed to know about Sludge living with me, but then again it seemed like she knew nearly everything about everypony. On the other hoof she also had a tendency to just do the right thing because she felt like it was the right thing to do, this could also be one of those times. Anyways, if she knew he was living here I’m sure she would have told Twilight and then the princess would have made a fuss.

I started flipping through the book, there wasn’t any sort of table of contents or index, but I still found a lot of interesting spells. There were ones for eating all sorts of different types of tree bark, ferns, buttercups. and even poison joke. I had just stumbled on one for quartz when I heard daddy calling me.

“Come into the bedroom!”

Putting the book on the counter, I walked down the hallway to his bedroom, my eyes going wide as I stepped inside. There were a few dozen candles around the room, burning with a dark pink flame that gave everything a warm glow. The sheets on the bed had been changed to the nice silk ones I only used on special occasions. Daddy was laying on top of the covers, his scales shining in the light. He wasn’t wearing anything other than a towel across his crotch.

“Oh wow,” I said softly, the site enough to get me to drop from my sheath.

“Happy Birthday, Winter Quill,” he said with a smile, sitting up and motioning for me to come to the bed.

I climbed onto it, only to have him sweep me into a tight hug. He smelled different, like lilac. It took me a second to realize that it was the smell of my soap, he had taken a shower for me. That… I wasn’t sure how to react to that, so I just nuzzled up against his chest.

He hugged me tightly. “There is something special I have for you, if you want to do it,” he said, his hand stroking down the length of my back.

“What is it?” I asked, looking up at him.

There was a hint of a blush in his cheeks, giving the green scales a purple hue. “You could fuck me.”

My eyes went wide. My first thought was that this was some sort of joke, but it took a second for it really sink in that he didn’t have the sneer on his lips like he usually did. His eyes were wide and looking at me, and the smile was one that filled his face with life as his ear fins wiggled a little. He really did want me to mount him, something I hadn’t dared to think about before.

I leaned against him, nuzzling his clean scales. “I would love to,” I said. Though I doubt I had to say anything, my growing erection said it all.

Sludge smiled, while at the same time his blush grew even brighter under his scales, the purple even reaching into his ear fins. “It’s just... I’ve never done that before.”

I moved up my head up to kiss his chin. “You’re a virgin? I never would have guessed.”

He chuckled a bit, rubbing the top of my head. “I’ve never been with a pony before, or even a male,” he replied and kissed the top of my nose.

That made me blush, I had never realized that I was so special to him. That made my heart swell (as well as other things) as quickly moved against him, pressing my lips to his and kissing him firmly. It lasted for only a few moments before we broke apart and I gave him a smile.

“I’ll be gentle,” I told him. Pressing my hooves onto his chest I gently pushed him down onto the bed. He did so, dropping onto his back, spreading out his legs and allowing his thick tail to hang out between them. I smiled at this and gave his belly a little bit of rubbing with my hooves, watching the fat gut wobble all over. That was something I could easily watch all day if I wanted to.

Leaning forward I kissed the top of his belly, and step by step worked my way down the curve of it while my magic grabbed the towel in his lap and gently pulled it away, revealing his twin shafts. They were about half mast, and his balls were still pulled up into his body, leaving his crotch nearly flat for the moment.

I gave him a smile, then dropped myself down onto his thick tail, scooting back a little bit until I was looking right at his shafts. I leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss on his taint, even after showering I could taste his musk, which was quickly making me hard. My hooves were pressed against his soft ass, pushing the large cheeks apart so I could get between them.

A few more kisses brought me to my goal, my nose pressing up against his asshole. I looked at it for a few moments, just taking it in. The green scales grew even darker around the tight hole, which itself flexed as I watched. I bit my lip in anticipation, leaning forward until I was pressing my nose right against the tight pucker.

Sludge let out a soft gasp and flicked his tail up against me.

I wiggled my hips against his tail as I gently flicked out my tongue, lapping across his ass. It was softer than I had expected, more so then even a pony’s ass would have been. I licked over it a couple more times before pushing my tongue inside, which caused him to kick at the bed and shift his tail under me, rubbing it against my shaft.

I pressed my lips against him, my nose right up against his taint as I swirled my tongue around inside of his ass, feeling the soft skin rubbing up against it. At the same time Sludge squirmed against the bed, his toes curling up as he ground his heal into the mattress.

Lighting my horn, I used my magic to start rubbing around his tail while my hooves worked his cheeks, making him jiggling around my muzzle. At the same time, I worked my tongue deeper into his ass, starting to explore his depths in a wonderfully different sort of kiss.

“Oh, ohhhh,” Sludge moaned. “Don’t stop Quill, don’t stop.”

Not that I would stop, I was enjoying myself too much to do that. I kept working him with my hooves and magic as I pressed my tongue into him; going as deep as I could before starting to swirl it around, teasing every part that I could reach. I tried to tease him in different ways, moving my tongue around to lap over everything I could reach then pulled out and kissed his ass a few more times before going back into him. Each touch made him whimper and moan, his tail starting to rub along my rock-hard shaft.

I kept up eating his ass, pulling my magic away from his tail, focusing the spell to press up into him around my tongue. I used it to both tease him and pull him open wider so could try to go deeper. I started working around the wet hole, feeling it give and grow slightly looser as I rimmed him.

His legs came up to wrap around my head, squeezing me tightly for a few seconds and causing my horn press up against his taint. That made yelp and relax his grip, allowing me to pull the tip away.

Laughing I lifted my head up to look across his belly. “Sorry,” I said, even though I was still chuckling.

“Typical horny stallion,” he replied with a laugh.

I couldn’t help but smirk at that, then bent down to give him ass last kiss. “Okay, I think you’re ready down here.”

“Yeah…” he replied, sounding a bit hesitate again.

Pulling myself upright, I sat down, resting my weight on his wide tail, using my magic to grab the bottle of lube from the bedside table. “I’ll go slow, don’t worry.”

“I’m not worried, Winter Quill. I know that you’ll never hurt me,” he replied, giving me a smile.

That made me blush as I kissed the curve of her belly, rubbing the sides with my hooves as I uncorked the bottle, using my magic to dribble it over my shaft then added a bit to his ass, just enough to get him nice and slick. He jumped as the lube touched him, it might have been slightly warm from my magic but it still was a bit of a shock for him. His own twin cocks were jutting from his crotch, pressing up against his gut as his large balls hung low below him.

Setting the bottle aside, I moved forward, rubbing his belly as I used my magic to help guide my shaft until the head was pressing up against his asshole. I could feel it flexing against me in anticipation.

I gave him a smile, adjusting my stance as I started to press against him. I wasn’t using a lot of pressure at first, just enough that I could feel him starting to give. I was going to take it slow, allowing him time to get used to my girth. I had worked myself for a couple weeks to take his dual shafts, but he didn’t have any time to prepare. I had teased his ass with my magic before, but that was hardly anything compared to a real cock.

Much to my surprise, his ass opened right open, the head of my shaft sinking inside with ease. Somehow, he was both loose and tight at the same time, hugging around my dick yet not offering much resistance as I pressed myself in a deeper.

Sludge let out a moan as he rocked his head back against his bed, his ear fins pressing against his scales. “Oh, by the sun and the moon,” he whimpered, his tail slapping hard against the bed.

I took a moment to enjoy the feeling of his ass as it pulled tight around the head of my shaft. It was wonderfully tight, like it was perfectly made to take my shaft. Slowly, I started to slide myself deeper into him, sinking my cock in until the medial ring pressed against his ass. He squirmed and moaned under me, his claws digging into the bed.

“How does that feel?” I asked him, wiggling my hips a bit.

He lifted his head to look at me, his green eyes almost glowing in the candle light. “It feels fantastic. Don’t stop, put it all in me,” he said, panting out the words.

“Are you sure?” I asked, wiggling my hips again. I was surprised that I had been able to get so much into him already.

A smile spread out over his face as he nodded his head. “A real dragon can take any cock,” he bragged with a wink.

I just smirked back at him, our eyes locking together as I shifted my weight, squeezing my forelegs against his thick hips. “You always talk about being a real dragon, now you can prove it to me,” I said, then thrust myself forward, slamming the last third of my cock into his ass, my hips slapping against his ass and the bottom of his tail. I slid right into him like he had been made for it, there was hardly any resistance and what little there was only lasted for a moment.

Sludge’s eyes went wide as he let out a yelp, then slowly rolled backwards as he let out a deep moan. “Is it always this good?” he asked.

“It can be,” I replied, grinding my crotch against him, feeling my balls rubbing over the wide scales on his tail while his twin shaft stroked over my belly. I let myself to enjoy the feeling for a few more moments before I started thrusting into him. I went slow at first, allowing him to get used to how it felt and so I could watch him squirm under me. It felt good to be the one on top for once, I was so used to being under his thumb, to be under his complete control that even a sliver of power was intoxicating, and I wasn’t going to let it go by too quickly.

His tail started to slap against the bed, which caused it to rock up and rub against my balls very time it did. It was a different feeling, but one I could get used to.

With my magic I reached out and started to play with his heavy moobs, rolling them around and teasing over the scales and his fat nipples. This brought a gasp from him and a small blast of fire from his nose. I took that as a good sign and started to pick up speed, pulling my shaft out further and fucking him harder. My medial ring was bouncing in and out of his hole, each time causing him to let out a soft whimper and tense up his body.

He had his eyes screwed closed, his head rolling back as he moaned while his ear fins fluttered almost like a tiny set of wings. Every few moments a small coil of smoke would rise out from his nostrils, the glow of his flames glowing in the back of his throat. I had never seen him like this before, for this one moment he wasn’t my Daddy, but just Sludge.

I smiled down at him and gave his nipple a tweak. “You enjoying yourself, Sludge?”

“Harder,” was all he could say, the words coming out with a ring of smoke.

I finally couldn’t hold myself back anymore, and starting to pound into him as hard as I could, properly rutting him. Each thrust nearly pulled my shaft out of his body, only to be slammed back in balls deep, causing the bed to creak and thump against the wall. I didn’t care anymore, I just wanted to fuck the sexy dragon of my dreams, and I was going to give him my all.

Sludge’s eyes opened up wide and he rolled his head back, arching his back and thrusting his belly up against me. “Yes, oh fuck yes!” he cried out, his own cocks soaking my belly with his precum.

“You. Are perfect. For my cock,” I said, grunting out the words between each thrust. The sound of our fucking was filling the room, our bodies pressing wetly together each time I hilted myself inside of his ass.

He started to rock back against me, pressing his ass back against my cock as I slammed into him and starting to clench himself around my shaft. It was a tight squeeze, pulling at the skin of my shaft, like it was trying to greedily pull it back inside. It made him feel so much better and I found myself letting out a low moan in response.

I pulled my magic away from his nipples, only to use it to grab his twin cocks, stroking them eagerly against my thrusting. I could feel them throbbing each time I sank into him, even through my magic. At the same time, he started to let out a low glow as he sank his claws into the bed.

Then, throwing his head back, he let out a loud roar and a blast of fire as he came. Both his cocks twitching and shooting a huge load of cum out over the fur and scales of our bellies. At the same time his ass clenched tight around my whole length, like in one moment he had snapped back to being as tight as I had expected him to be.

I was only able to get two more thrusts into him before it was finally too much for me. With a whinny of joy, I sank myself deep into him, the head of my shaft flaring as I started to cum. My balls churned and pulled tight to my crotch as I blasted out a huge load into him, the heat of it washing back against the head of my shaft even as the second blast flooded into him. It felt like I was shooting a full years’ worth in one moment, so much that I was sure I could feel his belly bloating out with it.

Finally, I found myself dropping down against him, panting hard as my climax faded. My cock twitching a little as I sent out a final jet of cum. I dropped my head down on top of his belly, resting against his fat gut. I had gotten so much cock from him in the last few months that I had forgotten how great it was to give as well. I just basked in the afterglow, wondering if I would be able to go even a second round after that.

Sludge’s claws ran through my mane, then up to gently scratch behind my ears. “Thank you, Winter Quill.”

“You’re welcome, Sludge,” I said, opening my eyes to look up at him. “I guess you are a real dragon after all,” I added with a smile as I wiggled my softening cock.

He chuckled and nodded his head. “Of course I am,” I replied with a smirk.

I gently licked over the scales of his belly, tasting he sweat he had built up from the exertion. “Such a perfect fit too, maybe dragons are just meant to be fucked by ponies?”

Sludge rubbed his chin with his hand. “I don’t know, but I think we can do it more than just for your birthday!”

“I would like that,” I replied, snuggling up to his belly, my eyes drifted closed as listened to his heart beating in triplet. The familiar sound slowly lulling me to sleep cuddled up against my big sexy dragon.

Chapter 8 (Ruined Life)

It was a week before Hearth’s Warming, and Ponyville was covered in a thick layer of snow turning everything white. It also brought the familiar winter cold, and while I was used to it, Daddy wasn’t. He was curled up under a heavy blanket, his robe pulled tight around him, holding a cup of tea, and sitting right in front of the fireplace. I guess it was a dragon thing, though I would have thought a creature with an internal furnace would never have to worry about being cold.

Still, it meant I got to snuggle up against him, resting my head on his soft belly as I read a book. It was a nice way to pass the night, the sun having set a couple hours before. I could see some holiday lights on some of the other houses around us, but I hadn’t bothered to put them out this year. In fact, I hadn’t put up any decorations.

I was surprised when I heard somepony knocking at the door. It was a quick set of raps, quick but heavy. After a few seconds it came again, stronger this time.

“Tell them to go away,” Daddy told me.

“Yes sir,” I replied as I climbed up to my hooves and walked to the door. I glanced back towards him as I reached the door, making sure nopony would be able to see him from the outside.

I was expecting carolers, or maybe somepony looking for donations to the local charity, but not the three ponies who were standing at my door. One was an older stallion wearing a dress collar and tie, a bundle of papers in his magic. To one side of him Princess Twilight Sparkle with a sad look on her face. On his other was Silver Shield, the head of the Ponyville police.

My first thought was that they were here for Daddy, my stomach dropping to my hooves.

“Can I help you?” I asked, my voice cracking.

The three ponies looked at each other before the stallion spoke up. “Winter Quill?”

I nodded.

He passed the papers to me, I took them with my magic without a word, not even looking at them.

“You need to read it,” Twilight said, her voice soft and sad, her wings hanging against her sides as her ears sank down into her mane.

I turned the papers over and looked at the top one, my stomach falling right past my hooves and into the ground.

It was a notice of foreclosure. They had… I had… my… my…

“Do you understand what this means?” Silver asked, lifting her hoof to push the pages down so she could look me in the eye.

All I could do was nod; my mouth dry even as my mind tried to process what was happening.

The stallion spoke again. “You must vacate in three days, unless you can make a least a quarter payment on the overdue bits.”

I nodded again, starting to feel tears forming in the corner of my eyes.

“I’ll be here in three days to make sure you’ve left,” Silver stated.

“Okay,” I managed to whisper out.

Twilight looked at the two of them and nodded. “I’ll take it from here,” she said, which seemed to be enough for the other two as they both turned around and walked away, though not before Silver Shield giving me a critical look before she vanished around the corner.

“I’m sorry Winter Quill, I tried to convince them to wait until after the holidays…” the princess said as she took a step forward. It was only then that I noticed she was wearing her crown. “You can stay at my castle if you have no other place to go, I have enough room for you until you get back on your hooves.”

I just shook my head as I started to sob softly, sitting down in the doorway, not caring that I was in the snow.

She leaned down to give me a hug, but I pulled away. Reluctantly she stepped back, letting out a long sigh, using her magic to take off her crown. “Do you have anypony who can help?”

“I… I have a…” I struggled to find a term for my relationship with Daddy. It was complicated as it wasn’t the sort of relationship anypony would approve of. Finally, I settled on the most generic choice. “Boyfriend, I have a boyfriend.”

“I’m glad you have somepony to turn too, but don’t be afraid to ask for help. This isn’t the time to let your pride get in the way,” she said.

“Thank you,” I whispered, slumping down and finally breaking into sobs, my cheeks covered in my tears. My whole world was coming apart around me and I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know if there was anything that I could do. If I could get some bits in time, I could delay it a month, but I didn’t have any at all, and I doubted Daddy had anything either.

Twilight stood there, watching me for a few moments before slowly stepping away. She looked torn, like she wanted to rush to hug me while at the same time trying not to. It seemed like every step she took away was painful for her, but she forced herself to do so.

As she reached the street, she gave me one last look. “I’m so sorry,” she said before finally leaving.

I sat there, my body racked with sobs and the door wide open behind me, allowing the cold air to blow in from outside. After what felt like hours, I felt strong arms wrapping around my barrel and pulling me back inside, the door closing just after.

Daddy carried me back into the living room, cuddling me up to his chest. I buried my face against it, my horn resting against his neck, as I just went from sobbing to bawling. He held me there as the fire slowly burning down to embers. Even after I couldn’t cry anymore, even after I was just gasping out my sobs, he held me, rocking me gently in his arms, not saying anything, just being there for me.

How could this have happened? How I could I have let this happen? I should have gotten a new job the moment I lost my last one. I should have figured out how to balance my sex life and my real life. That first notice should have been a wakeup call, it should have forced my horn to get me to fix things. Yet I didn’t do anything! Instead I let Daddy handle it, let him decide what mail I got while he said he would take care of it. But he didn’t, he didn’t do anything at all. He just… let it happen.

“Why didn’t you do something?” I asked, my voice cracking as I spoke, my tongue feeling thick in my muzzle and my throat ripped in pain. “You said you would take care of it, you said I didn’t have to worry, but you didn’t,” I lifting my head from his chest, trying to glare up at him in the dim light, but glasses hanging partly off my face and the lenses smeared from my tears. “Why?”

He had the good graces to look ashamed, his face falling into a frown as he looked away. “I didn’t know how,” he admitted in a near whisper. “I don’t have any bits, and I didn’t know how to get any.”

“Then you should have made me get a job!” I snapped, pushing my hooves against his fat gut, wiggling out of his grip. “You… you could have told me to fix it! Now I can’t! I have no money left, no job, and no way to get enough before it’s too late. I have three days to come up with thousands of bits, and even if I sold everything I own I doubt I could get half of what I need.”

“There has to be something we can do, there’s always something.”

Grinding my teeth, I glared at Sludge, looked at that infernal dragon who I let crash on my couch months ago and who had taken over everything. “You ruined my fucking life!” I yelled at him, my voice cracking again. “You just show up and… destroyed everything I had. You destroyed everything and left me with nothing but a sore ass. Is this what you wanted when you first came here? To find some pony who was just trying to be nice and ruin them?”

He closed his eyes, turning away from me. I could see tears running down the size of his muzzle. “No,” he finally said, slumping down, his chin dropping to rest against his thick neck. “I just wanted a soft bed, and you were nice. I didn’t mean to stay so long, but it was nice, you were nice. Things just started happening, and it all felt right. Every time I push, you gave in, and we both seemed to be enjoying it. I want you to be safe and happy, Winter Quill. I just don’t know how to do that here.”

I dropped down onto the floor, trying not to look at him. “I should have kicked you out the first time you spanked me, but I couldn’t, because your right, I was enjoying it. It’s too late now, I don’t know what I’m going to do. Twilight offered me a place in her castle, but I don’t know if I should take it.”

Sludge reached out and placed a hand on the center of my back, just a light touch, enough to let me know he was there. “Why shouldn’t you?”

Letting out a sigh I let myself fall to the floor. “Because you don’t like Twilight, and Twilight doesn’t like you. You can’t come with me,” I admitted, feeling some of my anger start to bubble away. “I don’t want to let you go, as much as I want to hate you for what you’ve done to me, for how you ruined me, I still love you. I just… I just don’t know what to do.”

He bent down, draping his robe over my back as he hugged me tightly to his side. “Is there any way we can come up with the bits in time? Anything at all? I don’t care if you have to tell Twilight and her friends everything. I don’t care what happens to me, you’re more important.”

“No,” I replied, turning my head to nuzzle gently at his neck. “If Twilight could have done anything, she would have. She’s really the only pony I could even think of turning to, I don’t really have friends here, I never did. I could try to sell some things, but I don’t have anything of value that I can sell fast enough and the bank won’t take an IOU.”

Sludge kissed the top of my head. “I’m so sorry Winter Quill, this wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.”

That was the understatement of bucking the century. “I know Sludge, I know. I just don’t know what I can do now. It’s over, I’ve lost everything.”

“You could come with me, back to the dragon lands,” he said, running his fingers down the back of my neck. “I don’t have much of a cave, or a hoard, but I know how to take care of you there, without worrying about all these pony things. We can bring something soft for you to sleep on, though food might be a challenge. Lots of gems, but not much in the way of pony food.”

My mind suddenly went back to the spell book that Pinkie Pie had given me, the one that would allow me to eat things that were normally indigestible. I would still have to supplement it with normal food, but I could live off of the same gems as Daddy.

If I did that, I would be giving up everything, everything but him.

“Maybe…” I said. “I need to think about it.”

“Okay boy, you think about it,” he said, slipping his arms around my barrel and lifting me up, holding me against him as he walked back into the bedroom. He carefully set me down on the bed and then crawled up next to me, pulling me tight against him. “And I love you too.”

I nuzzled up against him, his familiar scent comforting me as I drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

* * *

“Are you sure this is what you really want to do?” Daddy asked, watching me as I pulled the belt on my saddle as tight as it could go.

I wasn’t just relying on magic to do it, I had bend over so I could grab the belt with my teeth and pull it even tighter. It dug into my belly and pulled the bags tight across my hips. It would make hard to gallop, but that was fine. When I was sure it was completely secure, I turned my attention back to him. He had given up his robe and briefs, leaving him in just his scales.

The fact was, I really wasn’t sure of my decision, and once it was done there would be no going back. There was a very slim chance that I could raise the money in the day I had left, but it was a real long shot. I couldn’t let myself think about that, I had to just keep moving forward, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to move at all.

“I’m going with you, and that’s final,” I said, opening my bag to double check that I had everything, which wasn’t much of anything at all. I had the spell book, a few blankets and a couple of personal items. It was hardly much, but it was all I could take with me.

Daddy nodded, a pensive look on his face. “Okay, boy. Let’s get going,” he declared, walking up to the front door and pulling it open. It was almost midnight, and the clouds were hiding the moon, leaving the Ponyville almost black. There were some holiday lights shining on the snow, the distance I could see the castle, a few lights still burning, but otherwise it was dark. There was no sign of any pony at all.

I turned off the last light before stepping out into the snow, feeling my hooves sink down into it. Daddy followed a few moments later, closing the door. Using my magic, I pulled the key out of my bag, locked the door and slid it back through the mail slot.

Sludge came up behind me, bending down to wrap his arms around me body and pulled me up to his belly. “Ready, boy?”

“Ready, Daddy,” I replied.

He nodded, his small wings fanning out and flapping, easily lifting the both of us up into the sky. It felt weird to have the ground fall out from under my hooves, but I knew I wouldn’t fall. I knew I was safe in his arms, and that he would never let me go. I looked down as my old home fell away into the darkness. Everything that made up my life, everything that made me Winter Quill was being left behind. I didn’t even leave a note, no pony would ever know what had happened to me, I would just be a pony who vanished into the darkness.

It would take a couple weeks to reach the dragon lands, where my Daddy would take care of me. Where I would just be his boy, and only his boy. I was going to live the rest of my life with him and the dragons. As Ponyville vanished into the gloom of the night, I closed my eyes, knowing that I would never see another pony again.

Author's Note

So…. Why in the world did a write a clop story staring Sludge of all characters, let alone have it feature my personal self-insert OC? Not to mention the rather dark themes of the story and all the bad things that happen to Winter Quill.

First off, I can understand why people don’t like Sludge. He’s an unlikeable character, but he’s unlikeable because he’s well written. He acts like an ass, causes trouble for everyone and can’t think about anything past the end of his tail. It’s not surprising to find that he’s not exactly a popular character for adult art or stories (I’m pretty sure this is the first clop story featuring him, so yay me?). On the other hand, he’s got a hot dad bod, and seems really confident with it. That scene with Twilight walking in on him really sells that (the fact that it’s animated like he’s completely nude doesn’t hurt). That being said, he is not a nice person, and is more then happy to take advantage of anyone he can.

As you might guess, I have a bit of a masochistic streak, and the idea of finding myself in this sort of one-sided abusive relationship is a common fantasy of mine (though only as a fantasy, this is not something I would put up with in RL). I mostly just started playing around with this idea using Winter Quill, I wasn’t planning for it to grow into a full story, but… well things got a little out of hand and it kept just growing.

Luckily, I had TheVClaw to talk with when it came to this plot, and he was really supportive of both the story and the events that happen during it. He also provided me some of the best lines in the story! I probably wouldn’t have finished the story, let alone post it, without his encouragement.

At the moment, I don’t have any plans for a sequel story featuring the further adventures of Winter Quill and Sludge in the dragon lands, mostly because there is nothing else left to take from Winter Quill. Though you never know, I’m a little bit twisted and might be able to come up with something to do to him.