Daddy Issues

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.