My Daddy, My Dom [mlp] [satyr]

>A loud whistle pulls you from your slumber. Bleary eyed, you look around, gaining your bearings.
>Vibrations rattle the entire area, and the view from the window blurs by.
>Your brain lurches awake as you remember you're on a train.
>At your side, a young satyr still sleeps restlessly.
>Carefully, you untangle from her aggressive cuddling and make your way to the window as she curls up, claiming all the blankets.
>In the far distance, you can see Canterlot slowly rising like a spire.
>Shaking off your grogginess, you wake your partner.
"Gumdrop? Time to get up. We're almost there." you gently tell her with a shake.
>"Mmph...Just...let me sleep a little longer daddy..."
"Gumdrop!" you start in a harsh whisper. "I told you, we're in public. First name basis!"
>She seems unsure of what you mean for a moment.
>"OH!" she begins as her brain catches up. "Right. Sorry, Anon."
>Today was special, she remembered, and she wouldn't ruin it.
>Throwing off the blankets, she rushes across the room, fussing with her hair in the small mirror.
>"We didn't sleep in, did we?"
"Nah." you reply with a shake of your head. "We've probably got another 20 or 30 minutes till we're there."
>With a near silent whine, she keeps preening, leaving you to silently enjoy the view of her nude form.
>Several minutes pass while you enjoy the show before a knock is heard at your door.
>"We will be arriving in Canterlot in approximately 10 minutes." the attendant informs you before hurrying off to the next door.

>"AH! I'm not ready!" Gumdrop squeals.
>Laughing to yourself, you watch her fuss for a moment before stepping in.
"Sit pretty." you gently order.
>Despite her haste, Gumdrop acknowledges your demand, taking a deep breath before obeying.
>Squatting down, she brings her balled fists up to her shoulders as she looks to you with soulful, pleading puppy eyes.
"Good girl." you commend, taking in the sight of your little girl kneeling exposed before you.
>Taking the brush from her hands before quickly working the her mane and tail' natural curls into longer, looser rolls.
>Pulling out her makeup kit, you lightly powder her with foundation and rouge.
"Relax Gummybun, you look fine." you tease as you pull her back to her hooves.
>The satyr turns to the mirror, examing herself.
"See? Very, very fine indeed."
>"I guess..." she says with uncertainty. "You like it, right?"
"Of course. But you're always beautiful to me." you say with a small peck on her lips.
>She gives a bashful giggle as you continue rooting around in her kit.
"Here." you state as you pull a tube of pale pink lipstick from her bag. "I'll pick you out some clothes really quick."
>The satyr franticly applies the makeup while you "search" her clothes, already knowing full well what you'll pick.
>Carefully, you remove a delicate purple silk dress. A sleeveless, knee long affair, an accompanying pair of formal hoof cups, and a downplayed necklace and earing combo.
"Here you go, Gummy. Now I really gotta get dressed."

>She happily takes the clothes from you, wordlessly trying to meet the tight deadline while you do the same.
>You take far less time, rapidly throwing your clothes on and giving yourself a quick grooming, finishing a just as the train pulls into the station.
>By the time the attendant makes her way to your cabin, the two of you are already out the door, exceedingly eager to start the day.
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"Alright, here's our hotel. What do you think?"
>"It's amazing." she gawks.
"Wait till you see the inside."
>Heading to the front desk, you're immediately greeted by a desk clerk.
>"Welcome to the Gilded Hoof Inn. I'm Cranberry Spring. May I help you?" she recites.
"Yes ma'am. We're checking in. Mous, party of two."
>"One moment please." she begins as she flips through a reservation book. "Oh my, you're booked for the master suite? What's the occasion, if you don't mind my imposing?"
>Gumdrop freezes up like a deer in headlights at the passive scrutiny, leaving you to play it off.
"I'm just in town with my lady here. She's never been to Canterlot, and I wanted her to experience it properly."
>"You're a lucky mare, miss!" The mare smiles. "This is your husband, I take it?"
>"Uh, well..." she stumbles.
"Her fiancé. Excuse her, ma'am, she's very tired from the train ride." you explain, getting a nod from Gumdrop.
>"Understandable, sir, miss. If you can wait a moment, a bellhop will be by in just a moment to escort you to your room."

"Thank you, but no thank you." you say dismissively as you take your key and bags, before hurrying Gumdrop along.
>As you walk, you can hear whispers from behind the desk.
>"I've never seen a satyr up close before. Have you?" one voice chimes out.
>"First time!" the receptionist replies, earning a small chortle from you.
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>The rooms heavy deadbolt opens with a loud click, magical lanterns flickering to life as you enter.
>Both of your jaws drop as you see the opulence of your accommodations.
>Dropping your luggage, the two of you begin to look around.
>Rich wooden floors and table, ornately decorated walls, a large round bed of silk with curtains, and a solid marble mini bar built into the kitchen area.
>The bathroom is equally impressive, and dominated by a large spa style tub.
>More than pleased with the room, you plop onto the bed, thankful to rest for a moment on something that doesn't jostle and shake.
"So how do you like it, sweetheart?"
>"Absolutely beautiful!" she squeals. "I...I hope it didn't run you too much."
"Nah." you dismiss as you pull yourself up, taking your little girl in your arms. "It's worth every bit."
>Gumdrop snuggles lightly into your chest, not caring if she messes her two toned curls.
"Speaking of, why don't we head out and make the most of our time."
>Grinning like a filly, Gumdrop gives a curt nod before taking off, pulling you by the wrist.

>The morning goes by in a flurry of activity as you sightsee, visiting parks, museums, monuments, and whatever else the city has to offer.
>It's not until hunger calls that you slow down, the two of you settling for a small cafe in the busy side of town.
>The pleasant smells of hearty vegetables and fresh breads waft out, wetting your appetite.
>Shuffling through the crowds, the busy staff directs you to find a seat, promising to be with you shortly.
"So how you liking Canterlot so far, Gummybuns?" you ask, enjoying the short downtime.
>"It's amazing! It's so busy, so many people. Not like Ponyville at all. It must be unbelievable to actually live here."
"Ah, that's the rub though, isn't it? I bet most of the natives are so jaded or caught up in their daily grind that they can't even appreciate the place."
>"True!" she acknowledges. "So, you think this place is any good?"
"Dunno, never been here. Go ahead and pick something nice."
>Nodding, she begins flipping excitedly through the menu.
>Sadly, despite your wife's background, you hadn't picked up very much Prench. Most of the menu is gibberish to you.
>May as well play it safe. It's just lunch anyway.
>Some time later, the waitress returns.
>"Are the two of you ready to order?" she chirps out cheerily.
"Yes ma'am. I'll just have the Prench onion soup and some coffee."
>"And for the young lady?"
>"Oeufs en meurette and coffee, if you would."
>The mare nods as she jots down the order before hurrying to her next table.

>You don't even need to ask for her to answer your curiosity.
>"Poached eggs in wine sauce. You really should learn Prench, it'd make, uh, Bon Bon and I very happy."
"I'm still recovering from learning Equish, honestly."
>"You're just being lazy." she sasses you. "I learned English just so we could talk in it. It's only fair."
"Oh Gumgum." you say, switching to the human tongue in question. "You better watch the snark before it gets you in trouble."
>The satyr giggles, joining you in the obscure tongue.
>"Well I guess you'll just have to spank me then, won't you daddy?" she teases.
>Both of you can only laugh to yourselves as you see the waitress returning, food held in her magic.
>"Here you are. Please enjoy, and feel free to call if you need me to freshen your cups."
"Thank you, ma'am." the two of you say in unison.
>As before, the mare is quickly off to her next table.
>You continue talking with your daughter about nothing in particular for some time as you eat.
>The meals, while light, are very satisfying.
>As a small lull in conversation presents itself, you decide to have some fun.
>Casually tossing a utensil under the table, you bump the satyrs leg for attention.
"Oh! Gumdrop, I just dropped my spoon. Think you could get it for me."
>Realizing what you want from her, the blushing satyr checks that nobody is watching, before nodding and slipping under the tablecloth.
>Seconds later, you feel a pair of shaking, jittery hands pawing at your belt.

>Your pants are soon undone, allowing your member to flop free and drape itself across her face.
>Tentatively, Gumdrop pushes the risky nature of your coupling from her mind, as she falls back how you've taught her.
>The gentle sensation of her breathing tickles your balls as she buries her nose into your sack.
>Gumdrop breathes deep, bathing her lungs in your musk.
>Finally, she begins, placing a small kiss where your shaft meets your balls.
>Leaning back, you settle in to enjoy yourself as she begins to move up, lavishing your groin in her filly kisses as she inhales your scent.
>"Refresh your coffee, sir?"
>Startled, you turn to the waitress, looking her down.
>Not seeing anything indicating she suspects anything, you give a subtle tap under the table, ordering Gumdrop to continue.
"Please." you respond, breath nearly catching as you feel your daughter take your shaft into her hot mouth.
>The mare happily refills your mug before looking to the empty seat across from you.
>"Should I wait for your friend to return?" she inquires.
"No~." you respond with a faint, pleasured grunt. "She said she'll be ready to go as~ as soon as I'm done."
>The mare looks at you quizzically, but says nothing on the matter.
>"Understood, sir. Call me if you require anything else."
>Watching as she leaves, you try to settle back in.
"More tongue work." you whisper out in English.
>She obeys, pulling off your shaft and before being replaced by the sensation of the strong muscle gently lifting your boys.

>Gumdrop pops the delicate orbs into her mouth, causing you to involuntarily let out a throaty gasp.
>After rolling them in her mouth for a moment, she releases them, dragging her tongue up your shaft.
>You blow on your coffee, trying to cover your deepened breathing as she laps and licks behind your crown.
>Giving your all to maintain composure, you drink deep of the bitter brew.
>Despite your best attempts, the thrill is clearly pushing you forward.
>Before you know, you've drained the mug, and quickly wave over the waitress for a refill.
>This time however, she doesn't ignore your behavior.
>"Sir? Is something wrong? Are you in pain."
"I'm fine..." you begin, trying not to blank. "I've just got a... terrible cramp."
>The words leave your mouth with a grunt as you unleash into your daughter's mouth.
>Not missing a beat, your well trained offspring gulps down your seed before pulling back, tenderly suckling your head.
"It's passing... Just give me a few."
>The mare nods before trotting off. Clearly curious, but too busy to investigate further.
>Deciding not to press your luck, you whisper to your young lover to head out while she's turned away.
>She gives no acknowledgment, opting to obey silently.
>Carefully zipping yourself up, you down your coffee, throw down a generous tip and follow suit.
>A quick stop by the hotel to freshen up later, and the two of you are back out again, taking the city in for all it's worth.

>"So, what would you like to do now?"
>Thinking to yourself, you pull a list from your breast pocket, about various things you'd considered for the day.
"Hmm. Maybe... no, we did that." you muse, knocking off one activity after another. "Oh! There's supposed to be a parade in about an hour, would you like to see that?"
>"A parade? Sure!" she beams. "Wait, what's it for?"
"I think it's supposed to just be some kind of military parade or something. You know how flashy the royal guard is. But we might see the princess."
>"Sounds fun!"
>The two of you make your way to the parade route, and begin the wait.
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>As you're chatting with some of the people around you, a hush suddenly ripples through the crowd.
>With your height over the primarily pony populace, it'd be easy to see why if it wasn't obvious.
>Pulling Gumdrop close, you watch as a distant line of troops draw ever closer, the sound of an orchestra mixing with the uniform clack of hundreds of hooves hitting the stone in unison.
>Bands pass. Troops march decked in elaborate armor seemingly made of foil and tinsel, and floats honoring this or that pass while veterans wave from atop them.
>In the center of it all, rolls a short train of exceedingly ornate floats, flanked by far more dangerous looking troopers. Atop each rides a member of the royal family.
>At least, those who could take the time to attend.
>The crowd zealously clamors about, hoping to get a chance to see their rulers in the flesh.

>It's clear to see why the scariest troops are right here.
>Stepping back and trying to avoid being trampled, you see a human figure on an upcoming float.
>Atop it stands the young princess Dawn, decked in laughably over the top ceremonial armor and a gleaming rapier.
>The pink haired satyr surveys the crowd, giving the obligatory smiles for the crowd, as she basks in their adulation.
>As her gaze falls across the two of you, however, her aloof demeanor falters, if only for a moment.
>Her smile becomes less distant, her motions less practiced, as she gets the rare, but fleeting chance to interact, even if from afar, with another of her own kind.
>Gumdrop giggles and waves back as the princess regains her composure, brushing off her outburst.
>As the crowd's brief shift of attention leaves the two of you to focus once more on the parade, you decide to move further down the procession to nip the fear of harassing locals later.
>The rest of the evening passes in a blur until the sun begins to set, painting the bright marble city a brilliant gold.
>Figuring the two of you have had enough fun for one day, you head back.
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>Throwing open the door to your suite, you kick off your shoes and cast aside your suit jacket, eager to just get off your feet.
>Gumdrop seems to share the sentiment, tossing aside her dress the second the door locks.
>Flopping into the bed, you sigh as the pain drains from your aching muscles.

>Looking up, you watch your little girl, now clad only in a pair of frilly panties, slide in next to you.
>Pulling her in close, you play big spoon, cuddling the small delicate satyr in silence for some time as the two of you wind down.
>"Da.." she begins, before correcting herself. "Anon?"
"Yes, Gummybuns?"
>"I've been thinking today. About what you said earlier."
"What did I say earlier?"
>"You know." she pauses. "When you told the mare at the desk I was your fiancée. Would you actually?"
>Sitting up, you look down, meeting her bright blue eyes.
"I would." You assure her. "Gladly. But you know we can't, not legally."
>"I know." she states bittersweetly. "But, thank you."
>Taking her hands in yours, you lean in for a kiss.
"One day, we'll go off somewhere where nobody knows us, and have a nice symbolic ceremony. Just you, Bon Bon and I."
>"I would like that a lot!" she beams as you stroke her her.
"By the way, I got you something. I think you'll like it."
>The satyr watches quizzically as you pull a small box from your luggage.
"Now seems as good a time to give it to you as ever."
>Your daughter's eyes go wide as you open it, revealing a small gold and silver necklace with a heart locket on the end.
>"It's beautiful! Thank you!"
"Only the best for my little Gumdrop." you state matter of factly as you move behind her to put it on.
>She watches in a a nearby mirror with a smile as you slide it on, then clasp it with a loud click.
>"What was that?"

"The lock, sweetie." you tease by holding up the key. "You're MY little girl, after all."
>Your little hybrid gently feels at the chain.
>Lightly tugging, lifting, feeling around for the clasp.
>Only to confirm it is indeed locked, and far too small to take of without unlocking or breaking it.
>Gumdrops cheeks flush bright red as her eyes flick from her collar to you and back again.
>Slowly, but surely a smile creeps across her face.
>"I love it." she announces as she throws her arms around you before whispering into your ear. "Daddy."
>Looping a finger through her new collar, you hold her close.
"Prove it." you demand.
>Reaching down, you roughly yank her panties from her in a flash of tattered fabric.
>Gumdrop yelps at the sudden pain, but maintains composure, silently awaiting your review as per her training.
>Gently lifting one of her breasts, you feel the small orbs weight and heft.
>Rolling it in your hands, you take in the plush jiggle as you tease her hardened nipple.
>Soon, you think, soon, they'll be swollen with motherly milk.
>Your hands trail down her side, softly brushing the soft, creamy skin of her human half.
>Down, until it blends with dark flesh and coarser equine hair.
>Digging your fingers into her ample hips, you pull her into a strong embrace.
"You've grown into quite the woman, Gumdrop. I don't know if I've told you that lately."
>Her only answer is to nuzzle her face in your chest as her arms wrap around you in turn.

>Feeling a familiar fire burning in your loins, you slowly drop down to your knees, inspecting her delicate sex.
>Running your finger down the ebony skinned mound, you can already feel beads of moisture forming.
>At the top of her lips, you can feel a faint, frantic twitching as she actively restrains her wink.
>Taking a deep whiff, the air heavy and filled with need, you lean in, planting a small kiss on her dark slit.
>Knowing this to be permission, Gumdrop whimpers slightly as her control laxes.
>Her folds spread, making way for her meaty clit with a wet squelch.
>Your tongue traces the edges of her equine sex, carefully avoiding her large love button.
>Hearing her breathing drop to restrained, deep breaths, you dive in, burying your tongue in her box.
>Gumdrop's hands clench, her knuckles going white as you eagerly lap thick beads of feminine moisture from her depths.
>"Permis-permission to c-cum, please, sir?" she rasps out on ragged breaths.
>Pulling away, strings of girlish lust connecting you to her sex, you give her your answer.
"No."
>She barely manages to hold back a frustrated whine as her whole body tenses.
>Feeling that she's at the limits of her ability to resist, you stop, letting her languish and come down as her lust mounts.
>Slowly but surely, her orgasm fades, leaving only her unfulfilled need behind.
>Eager to amplify her delightful torment, you turn your attention to her large, horsey clit.

>You give the button several licks as it repeatedly rushes out to meet you with growing intensity.
>In a deft motion, you dart your head forward, catching the inflamed lump of flesh between you lips.
>With her unable to retract, her most sensitive of regions is now at your total mercy.
>Gumdrop whines and stammers, her knuckles going white as she fidgets her hooves.
>Time and again you build her up just to leave her on the edge.
>But as your own desire begins to grow painful, you move ahead.
>Once more, you let her fire die and prepare to start anew. But this time, you grip the nub with your teeth.
>She squeals in shock, nearly jumping as you lightly chomp down on the button, just enough to let her know it's happening.
>Your daughter trembles in delighted agony as you carefully gnaw her button, carefully sliding your canines across it with threatening force.
>Finally, when you feel neither of you can take much more, you stop abruptly before nearly tackling her onto the bed, intent on claiming what's yours.
>A stunned Gumdrop looks on with glee as you wrench her hooves over her chest to make way, positioning yourself over her sopping horse cunt.
>With a single, harsh thrust you bury yourself in the midnight black sex, causing you to both groan in unison.
>Taking a moment to adjust to the blistering heat hugging your rod, you give a small, experimental thrust.
>In your position, you can feel your glans grinding the entrance to her fertile womb.

>Satisfied, you take her hands lovingly in yours and look her deep in her pretty blue eyes, and begin pounding.
>Despite the romantic gesture, you are not gentle.
>You pump with fervor, brutalizing her inflamed snatch with all your might as you watch her chub jiggle as you slam against her body.
>For all her efforts, Gumdrop inherited her mother's equine stamina, and soon she falls from the string of edges you forced upon her.
>Pleasure drowns her senses, drawing senseless screams as her eyes glazing over as they roll back in her skull.
>Her clit winks rapidly, flinging her thick, marish girlcum across your chest in goopy strings as she lets out a string of unladylike snorts and choked whinnies.
>The musky, heady smell only encourages your efforts as you slam her cunt with wanton abandon, your balls audibly slapping her slit with each powerful thrust.
>With a grunt, you hilt yourself against her womb, blowing rope after rope of the same virile cum that gave her life into her fertile depths.
>For some time you sit there frozen, lost in your orgasm as her body tries to milk you for the last drop of your seed.
>Eventually, you pull out, grabbing your daughter by the haunches and dragging her to kneel in front of the bed.
>In her addled state, she barely seems to notice until you've got your cock jammed down her throat.
>Reflexively, she gives your shaft a few gentle suckles, swirling her tongue around the head before darting it out to lap at your balls.
>Satisfied, you pull your cleaned rod from her mouth.
>The deed done, you wind down, tussling her hair and giving her a peck on the forehead as you pull her into the bed for some rest.
>For the next twenty minutes, she lays content in your lap as you stroke her hair as she regains her bearings.
>"Mmm, that was good." she finally purrs out. "What now?"
"Wanna order room service and cuddle?"
>You're given only a happy nod.