Daddy's Home
The weekend had officially arrived, and none too soon for a very tired, drained pegasus. Her foreleg pushed the open door to the small, modest home. She deduced that her mother was most definitely out shopping or whatever it is she did in her spare time, like lounging on clouds drinking after a day at work. It sounded amazing. However, she felt as if lounging on the sofa with some television would suffice for relaxing time. If tomorrow was her birthday she’d probably be out and about all day, better rest while she could.
She dropped her school bag near the door, and shuffled herself into the next room, where she gracelessly let herself flop onto the cushions. Palming the remote in her hoof, she flipped through the channels until she came across the channel with all the old retro cartoons. Having found something agreeable to watch, she sank back into the couch.
As she watched the TV, she pulled her ponytail over her shoulder and fiddled with her long strands of hair. Her mane was mostly dark blue, save for one singular band of bright blue-green, which liked to turn void-black if she tried channeling her magic. Arkessa recalled her mother being terrified of her when she first discovered she could do it, her eyes pouring black ink-like shadow magic, and black wispy smoke flowing through every orifice. One might have thought she was choking or dying, but she felt just fine. The magic tasted like winter, and cold things.
Her father would be the one to thank for her abilities, which of course, she had also been told by her mother to keep completely secret - unfortunately, her fangs were a different matter. Nearly everypony assumed her sharp teeth were because she was part bat-pony, though she rarely corrected them. Arkessa's mother was a normal, pretty blue pegasus with platinum white hair who worked with Cloudsdale of course; her father on the other hoof, according to her mother, was a vile wretched monster.
A demon.
She’d never met her dad, and the details of how she even came to be was something her mother never disclosed to her, but a shadow always fell over her mother’s face whenever Arkessa brought him up. Eventually she had stopped asking about her lineage as she grew older. If she was to go without a father, so be it. Although, her mothers boyfriend of five years was already enough of a father figure to her....
As she was thinking and watching the TV, the minutes and hours went by, and the room grew darker and darker. At midnight, she supposed it was time to get up and grab a snack. The teenager had been ignoring her hunger for too long, but she was so lazy. Shadow covered the entire house, and as she sauntered heavily over to the kitchen she saw a note. It was from her mother. ‘Be back tomorrow morning, birthday girl - at stepdads’ it occurred to her that her mother was indeed still not back, and this explained it.
Nothing in the fridge was really good for snacking, except maybe some cheese; everything else required her to actually cook. However, her thoughts fell away from food and her ears pricked and began to scope around the room as she heard a noise. It was coming from the basement. Arkessa approached the door to the cellar cautiously, the fridge closing and the only light being from the TV. For a moment, she felt pretty spooked, so she flicked on the living room light. What she noticed when the light was on, was that it was faintly flickering.
She peeked into the stairwell after opening the door, peering down the steps that led into darkness. It seemed all quiet now. Shit! She suddenly realized that maybe a box of important stuff had fallen over, though she didn’t know how or when it had happened. With her curiosity piqued, she began descending the steps. The light for the basement was on a pull string, so she was to go down into darkness until she found the light.
As she reached the last step and set hoof on the concrete, her head swiveled around in the darkness. Something felt off. She shivered, it was pretty cold down here for the summer time. She could feel energy in the air, which perplexed her, and she slowly made her way to the light. As she pulled it, she looked over to where they stored boxes. Everything was fine, which caused her to freeze up.
“Were you thinking about me?”
The hair on her neck instantly raised and her eyes widened. There was no possibility that he was here… Her fangs gritted together and her pupils darted to the corners of her eyes. She would turn her head but she felt petrified. A black tendril of void came to snake around her shoulder and foreleg like a serpent, cold to the touch and buzzing with energy. The shock was still holding her in its vice-like grip. She could not move.
“Come of age already, how time flies…” His deep voice sounded unnatural. “Look at me you half-breed swine!” Hissed the voice. The tendril snapped to grab hold of her jaw and force her body to turn. There he was, a Demon pony, staring right at her. Suddenly, the urge to flee bubbled up inside her as her heart beat rapidly, and she tore herself from the grip of his magic and dashed away and up the stairs, his heavy black hooves could be heard chasing after her.
Once she got to the top of the stairs she closed the door, which ended up smacking him on the face as he followed her. He let out a roar and threw the door open, red eyes burning with rage and fangs bared in anger. A tentacle lashed out and wrapped around her torso, which dragged her toward him.
“Disgusting behavior. And here I thought you would be excited to meet me.” He hissed at her. The magic energy that hummed in the air around them pulsated and the light above her went out, and all around her she heard the buzzing of electronics stop. He’d shut off the power? She swallowed, wondering what else he could be capable of.
He pulled her closer, until they were only a few inches apart. Her heart was beating rapid-fire, and she wondered if he was going to kill her. His muzzle drifted toward her, as he slowly inhaled and extended his tongue. The long, slick appendage drew up her neck causing her to shudder and yelp.
“If you make too much noise,” the creature said slowly after retracting his tongue, “I may have a problem.” The tendrim that held her whipped to the side, and she was brought along with it. Her body slammed into the floor with an oomph, where she began to crawl towards the living room. She only made it a few feet forward, when a heavy weight came to press down on her back - a hoof.
“Where do you think you’re going? Aren’t you happy to finally meet me?” he purred. The demon grabbed her long ponytail with a shadowy strand of magic and pulled her head up. The tears that had been brewing in her eyes from the shock and fear stung as she blinked and gasped in sudden pain. Arkessa tried crying out, only to be silenced by a magical tendril slithering its way over her muzzle and into it.
“I’d rather not have anyone know I’m here, let’s keep the volume down shall we?” her head was lifted close to his and she could feel his breath whisper over her ear. “So scared, so afraid.” He laughed then, an awful sound that grated against her ears. The tendril in her mouth was sneaking to the back of her throat, causing tears to spill freely over her cheeks. It was so hard to breathe, and she felt like if she threw up she’d be in even more trouble, so she suppressed the urge to gag. A new tentacle of magic was creeping its way over the soft fur of her neck, winding its way around it and she let out a muffled scream against the one in her gullet.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw that her father was watching her with an apathetic expression, but it was clouded with an intensity she hadn’t really seen on anypony before. He dropped her ponytail, allowing some pain in the back of her scalp to subside, and her head to fall to the carpet with a soft bump. The tentacles around her neck and in her throat remained.
Soon he was stepping over her body, a puff of his nostrils whispering over her ear. The tendril choking her constricted, and she put most of her effort into her attempts to breathe. He eventually removed the one that had travelled down her throat, a wet slick sound coming from her mouth as it exited. Arkessa couldn’t help but cough.
“Now comes my favorite part.” Picking her up by the neck, causing her to gasp and cough, he threw her over the arm of the sofa. With her rump leveled at him, she mutely squirmed in place. Despite her fear and the feeling of breathing through a straw, she still managed to flush in embarrassment and shock as he lifted her tail up. The cool feeling of air against her nethers was quickly replaced by the warm rough feeling of his tongue.
As she felt herself being touched by him, she panicked and struggled against the grasping shadow that clung to her neck. He reacted by fixing a hoof around her hair, and pulling it until she cried out again.
“Ah ah ~ Hold still. You're my offspring, I can do whatever I wish to you.”
Arkessa still gasped and struggled, her face flushed and wet from tears, her chest burning with fear. If she struggled too much her scalp screamed with agony, so she eventually settled down, tears flowing freely. It dawned on her what he was going to do.
A large hoof came to rest beside her belly, one coming to rest on her back between her shoulder blades. “Your mother was terrified of me too, you know, when I found her,” he said lowly, in almost a whisper. “And now it’s your turn. Shame she couldn’t be here to join in on the fun.” He chuckled and her brain raced. Was she conceived like this, feeling nothing but fear? Knowing her mother loved her all these years even though she was the result of such an unholy union against her will… It was amazing.
What she didn’t see was that he was erect and that his large, black cock was hovering just outside her entrance. It came to light when he pressed the tip to her outer lips and rubbed along her slit. He snorted through his nose, and breathed in deeply. The magic around her neck hummed with intensity as it constricted her neck tighter for a moment. She couldn’t breathe, and just as she was seeing stars, it loosened ever so slightly.
Arkessa’s smaller body was trembling under her father. Before this day, they had never met, and this was how they did, she was going to be raped by him. As if to answer her mental question, his member began to press into her. She let out a gargled scream as something inside her snapped, a pinching pain as he continued, yet he didn’t stop. Another garbled groan from Arkessa as he stretched her, his medial ring pushing into her and finally, after what seemed like forever, he stopped.
Her abdomen felt so full, and her walls were sore. His hips moved backward, the fullness retreating and coaxing another groan from her, then he slammed back into her. Her fangs gritted as it happened again, eyes clamped shut. Her body was exhausted, and she went limp as he began rutting her in rhythm. He seemed to be so focussed on sating himself that the tendril around her neck went a bit limp, before dissipating. The soreness in her throat persisted, but her body reacted favorably after a while to the member rubbing her insides. Her breathing had become fast and labored, and as he gave her a particularly rough thrust, she actually moaned.
For one reason or another, what little pleasure she felt caused the monster above her to spark to life. His head sank down towards her shoulder, and his massive fangs bit into her shoulder. Her stupor was disrupted immediately and she screamed, but not before he pressed her muzzle into the couch to muffle the cry. Hot blood trickled down her body, feeling the cushion grow wet with it. Her eyes squeezed shut and she wailed into the cushion. It hurt so much.
It hurt even more when he removed the ivory knives with a faint pop, and she once again yelled out. Her throat felt raw and scratchy. Draped atop her, breathing heavily, her dominic sire’s toothy snout dropped blood over her. Unexpectedly, he flipped her over, with the help of his magic, before replacing himself within her depths. The fresh bite wound on her shoulder protested, as it rubbed against the cushion below, and she whimpered.
His red eyes lay fastened on her. And he must have liked what he saw of her messy, pain contorted face, for he licked his lips and lowered his muzzle to hers, using his tongue to first probe his way into her mouth, before he joined their muzzles together. She screwed her eyes shut in response, moving to turn her head, but his free hoof made sure that she couldn’t.
A long, forked tongue delved into her mouth and towards the back of her throat, his mouth tasted of blood- her blood. She found that she didn’t mind the taste as much as she expected. His tongue slithered further into her throat, it was seemingly endless in length. Eventually, he stopped and retreated, their kiss ending with a string of bloodied saliva.
His rutting was growing faster, and more intense. It wasn’t long before his flare swelled, and he gave one final thrust deep within her before her full belly began to feel even fuller. He raised his head and growled, allowing her to look down at her abdomen, which was swelling from the amount of seed he released. Ropes and ropes shot from his tip, coating her insides with warmth.
Her muscles relaxed and he let her head loll backward, eyes closing again. Her exhausted body was coated in blood, sweat, tears and, as the panting Demon patriarch above removed himself, semen. Thick, virile seed dripped out of her, coating her thighs and pattering to the floor below.
“I’ll be back, you know,” he said, but as she opened her eyes to look for him he was already gone. Her shoulder was throbbing like Hell - ironic. She sat up, body quivering from the effort, and stood to look at the couch. A large sanguine stain was splattered on nearly half of it, but something told her her mother would be more worried about her daughters well-being rather than her sofa.
Retrieving the first-aid kit from the bathroom, she dumped some hydrogen peroxide haphazardly on her new wound, hooves shaking. Her whole body was shaking. Over each bite mark she strapped a bandage, the reality of what happened slowly settled in her mind. A lump had formed in her throat, and she laid down and cried. Her cries persisted until she ended up falling asleep in a messy ball on the bathroom floor.