You ignore your dad as he grabs his beer and stomps back up the stairs muttering under his breath. Finally you're able to get back to creating your art without philistines impeding your creative process. After half an hour of excellent roleplaying you are eventually able to set yourself up to marry the Goddess Sparklemane and become the Whickerking.
"Oh your mane is so long, and thick, Marty KnightHoof. May I touch it" you voice the character of Sparklemane.
"Yes I shall allow m'lady to run her hoofs through it." you reply to yourself in your character's voice starting to feel something stirring inside your still sticky briefs.
"Oh my such an honorable gentleman. And my what a large horn you have, perchance may we rub a-a m-magical blessing?" you started panting and pull down your shorts and underwear. You grope around until you find your little cocklet and grip it between two fingers.
You grab your Sparklemane plushie from off the shelf and cradle her in your arm as you continue to play out the scene, pumping away at your hairy wiener with your eyes closed. After a few minutes you are nearly out of breath but so close to cumming. You start to rub Sparklemane up and down on your penis.
"Oh yes share your magic with me. Please I'm ready-"
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING BOY?"
Your eyes shoot open and your moron of a father is inches from your face yelling something about you being a pervert faggot. His breath reeks of beer strong enough to match your BO.
"Shut up!" you screech standing up still holding onto the plushie to hide yourself "You're ruining my game!"
"Ruining your game am I?" Sneered Dirk "Here's what I think of your little game."
Before you can react Dirk pulls down the front of his shorts, flops out his hefty cock and unleashes a torrent of warm beer piss all over your gaming table. The maps the character sheets, everything drenched in a flood of man piss. For a moment all you can do is stare in shock at your father's fat caveman genitals spraying up and down the your stuff. You're secretly envious you did not inherit that particular set of genes. When you manage to recover from the shock you realize the stream is heading straight towards you and Goddess Sparklemane still held between your legs. "Nooo!" you exclaim, throwing the plushie behind you to protect her and exposing yourself in the process.
"Damn boy no wonder you gotta fuck your little dolly. That thing sure aint big enough for anything else." your father laughs at his own joke still emptying his apparently endless bladder "Here maybe this will help the little weed grow."
He archs the urine up and directly into your face. You try to avoid it but it's hard to move your heavy frame quickly and he just lazily turns and follows you with his stream.
"D-Daaaad-blblb stop it blbbb" you blubber forgetting to assert your dominance as his urine splashes into your mouth.
"Don't call me that. You ain't no son of mine faggot." he snarled "I don't know where you got that pin dick from but it sure weren't from my side of the family."
Slowly his flow finally starts to abate. Dirk shakes off the last droplets of piss from his thick stout cock onto your face and spits on you. "You're a fucking disgrace, from now on things are going to change around here. It's about time you learn some respect."