Daddy Issues

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.