Daddy Issues

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.