Daddy Issues

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.