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Dalia stood in front of her dresser mirror, letting out an exasperated sigh. She ran her claws through her floofy dark-silver hair, one of the few trait she shared a bit with her rapidash father. Aside from her hair, hoofed toes and short fur, she took more after her axew mother, Aiyana. With solid gray colors on her body, horizontal tusks and solid stubby tail, she was almost the splitting image of her mother.

She reached her arms out and arched her spine backwards in a long yawn, her ample breasts protruding forward from under her green bra and her grapefruit-sized balls and sheath stretching the fabric of her panties. Joints sufficiently stretched, she relaxed and sighed once more as she looked at a set of folded clothes on the dresser. She grimaced slightly before taking them and tucking them back into their respective drawers.

"Almost ready, sweety?" a soft voice asked along side the knocking at the bedroom door. It slowly opened and her mother peered in, "Not dressed yet? Won't you be late?"

"Not going anywhere today," Dalia replied, "Everyone had to cancel last minute."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Dalia," Aiyana added as she walked in and dropped off a laundry basket, "No back-up plans or anything?"

"Not really. Kinda had everything planned around getting together with friends, but now..."

Aiyana walked up behind Dalia, resting her claws on her daughter's shoulders and giving her a light massage. She felt tense for a moment, but loosened up after a moment or two. Dalia leaned back into her, nuzzling her head against the older axew's upper chest.

"Come on now," Aiyana said with a smile, "You have way too much positivity in you to let something like this drag you down."

"I know," she replied, her own smile and bright demeanor slowly returning to her face, "It's just been a while since I've been out with anyone. Everyone always says I make everybody happy by being around, and I feel I'm missing out on that."

"Always more concerned with making others happy. You definitely take more after me in that department. Then again, you did inherit your father's way of making others happy as well..."

"Moooooom!" Dalia complained in forced embarrassment. The women giggled with Dalia shuffling to a blanket and covering her lower body in mock modesty while her mother jokingly tossed some of her daughter's more "accommodating" undergarments at her, "Don't say things like that!"

"Oh you're 21, stop pretending you're not old enough to know about such things," Aiyana casually chided as she started towards the bedroom door, "Besides, I'm your mother and you have nothing I haven't seen before. In some cases, twice."

Blushing and letting out a flustered groan, Dalia took a pillow and tossed it at her before putting on a poor excuse of an outraged expression. She held it for all of three seconds before cracking a smile and trying to muffle her giggles. She took a deep breath and dumped the basket of clothes on her bed to sort through.

"Well," her mother continued following her own giggle fit, "since you're probably going to be here for the afternoon, I assume you can join us for dinner?"

"Yeah," She replied, "That's fine. Do I have time for a long shower?"

"Might as well. Not sure when your father is getting back, but I need to grab some extra things from the store for dinner. Just let your father know if he comes back before I do."

"Isn't it just down the street?"

"Think I'll jog it this time. Nothing wrong with some exercise. That and my car is making funny noises. Last thing I need is for something to fall out of it. I'll have your father look at it later."

Dalia nodded and continued to sort her clothes as her mother waved and closed the door. She made quick work of her cleaned laundry before flomping upon her soft bed. She could hear her mother walk about the house briefly before exiting the front door to start her jog. While still down regarding her plans, her naturally upbeat personality eventually turned her mood upward. As much as she enjoyed being with friends, she cherished every moment she had with her mother and father.

Her mother was someone who was always approachable and seem to have an answer for everything. Even when Dalia found herself at low points that her bubbly personality struggled to lift her from, Aiyana was always able to pull her up and out. Virtually no topic was off limits between them. One, however, she had yet to muster the courage to bring up; a sibling.

Dalia had desired a younger sibling for quite some time. She always felt a little lonely as an only-child, a feeling compounded as she left her teen years behind by inherent maternal instincts. A younger sibling or child to look after and care for was one of her more intimate desires, though hardly the only one. It certainly wasn't the deepest, for sure.

Her mind drifted to her father, Jericho. She remembered not long ago seeing him as he stepped out of the bathroom following a shower. His short yellow furred body and blue-fire hair seemed to shine before her. His muscles were well-chiseled and toned, and the tell-tale bulge between his legs rested prominently behind the thin towel around his waist. She couldn't tell just how red her face must have become, but she felt hot all over at the sight. Lucky for her, he was busy drying his face with a hand towel and didn't notice his daughter quietly rush away.

Like then, the mere thought gave her a tingling feeling within her loins. Her panties started to tent as her horse-cock unsheathed in a demand for attention. She started to moan, groping her soft breasts while rubbing the growing bulge between her legs. Her mind was completely occupied by images of her father. She slipped her panties down, freeing her shaft as it reached its full 15-inch length. It was then that she felt another tingling feeling between her legs, followed by an unmistakable scent that filled her bedroom.

"Impeccable timing," She huffed to herself, the feeling and scent signaling the start of her heat cycle. She idly stroked her throbbing cock, reaching her free hand below her balls to rub her sensitive pussy. Her moans grew in volume as she masturbated for several minutes before forcing herself to stop. She sat up on her bed, panting hard, "Can't go to dinner like this," she said, her raging hard-on bouncing with her pounding heart, begging for release, "Maybe a nice hot shower will do the trick."

It was a good thing that no one was home, she thought as she walked from her room and into the hall. Her cock throbbed painfully, standing proudly up and out. Each step causing it to sway and her heavy balls to jiggle. Her nether lips were nearly dripping as her heat grew in intensity.

Once in the restroom, she quickly stripped her bra and panties away. A few more idle strokes took a bit of the edge off of her aching loins. She turned on the shower and cranked the hot water up. The growing haze of steam worked wonders as she inhaled and stepped under the relaxing stream. With each passing second, the haze grew thicker. She could barely see as a result, but she didn't need to to continue pleasuring herself.

***

Jericho leaned back in the driver's seat of his car as he waited for the traffic signal. It was nice that he could get out of work early, he thought. His eyes drifted to a photo of his wife and daughter on the dashboard. While it was likely no different from other husbands and fathers, he held a significant sense of pride towards his family. A lovely and loving wife who could always satisfy his needs and desires and who's own he was always eager to fulfill, and a beautiful daughter who's positivity and bubbly personality could fill a room and rub off on everyone in it.

Despite her constant upbeat attitude, he knew Dalia had something in the back of her mind for a while now. While he didn't condone helicopter parenting, he couldn't help but overhear her chatting with friends and bringing to light her sense of loneliness. After hearing it, he could always tell when the feeling was hanging over her head. It's not easy being an only-child, but, with any luck, today might signal a change within his family.

As traffic started to lighten and he grew closer to home, he idly rubbed at the bulge in his loins. He knew Dalia would be out with friends and Aiyana would be home to prepare dinner. He also knew it was the right time of the month for Aiyana's heat to pick up. With the free time afforded by coming home early, perhaps they could bring another child into their family and give Dalia the younger sibling she always wanted.

Jericho pulled into the driveway next to Aiyana's car. He stepped in the front door and was hit by a strong familiar scent almost immediately. He could hear the shower running upstairs. He smiled, quietly ascending the steps as he stripped his clothes off along the way. His manhood stirred in anticipation, quickly unsheathing and growing to its full length. The scent of his wife's heat grew with every step he took towards the restroom. Steam seeped through from under the door and the feint sounds of feminine moans could be heard among the sound of the water.

Fully naked, he slowly opened the bathroom door. The steam was thick and nearly opaque. His wife, being an Axew, adored very hot showers. Only able to see a couple feet in front of him, Jericho slipped in and quickly shut the door. He endeavored to be as quiet as he could, wanting to give his wife a nice and pleasurable surprise. He moved closer to the shower, the intensity of the scent growing exponentially as he did. He could make out the slight outline of his wife among the haze, leaning forward and swaying her amazing butt from side to side.

Dalia was blissfully unaware of her father slowly approaching from behind. She panted and moaned, one hand braced against the shower wall while the other worked her cock in an effort to relieve the pressure between her legs. She unconsciously swayed her hips as she stroked, bending down and unknowingly presenting her ass to her father.

Jericho leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her, giving her neck a gentle nip and kiss. She gasped in surprise, her eyes widening and her mind full of confusion. Strong firm hands groped and rubbed her breasts sensually and a thick cock poked about the cheeks of her rump.

"Come on, love," Jericho whispered, his voice flooded with lust and desire, "Let's bring another child into our family."

Dalia nearly choked as she heard her father speak those words. Bells and alarms raged within her mind, warning of what was about to happen. However, she felt herself somehow paralyzed. Whether due to her own scent affecting her judgment, her horniness overriding her rational thinking, or his words promising a child clouding her thoughts. Whatever the reason, she knew her father had mistaken her for her mother, but couldn't will herself to correct or stop him.

Dalia always bore a striking resemblance to her mother. At a distance, one could easily misidentify them. Despite being so close, however, Jericho couldn't cease his advances. The scent of Dalia's heat was too intense and his desire to breed overpowered his ability to tell the difference. All he could see was his wife and all he desired to do was to flood her womb with his potent seed.

Dalia could feel her father's cock continue to poke and prod at her. The tip bumped into her soft cheeks and under the base of her tail. He kept squeezing her breast with on hand while the other took hold of his cock and rubbed the long and girthy rod against every inch of flesh it could reach down below. All the while, he continued to kiss her shoulder and neck.

Dalia couldn't help but moan against her father's passionate touch, even if it wasn't exactly meant for her. In that moment, among the kisses, the fondles, and the prodding, all she desired was more of his touch and the feeling of his seed filling her insides. She unconsciously spread her legs further apart, bending over just a bit further.

"Ah!" Dalia quietly squealed as she felt the tip of Jericho's cock press against the back of her aching balls. She worried in that moment that he might snap out of his lustful daze and stop. She pulled herself forward slightly, reaching back between her legs for his cock. She shivered as her fingers touched the hardened and hot flesh, lightly pushing it upward before shifting her body back. She gasped again when the head of her father's cock made contact with her pussy, now drenched in her slick juices and ready to be filled.

Jericho's grip tightened, seemingly unfazed by his cock rubbing against Dalia's balls. It was impossible to tell if he didn't care or if he was so lost in lust that he failed to notice. Whatever the case, his body tensed up as the tip of his throbbing shaft lodged against Dalia's slick pussy. His hips pushed forward, his grip growing tighter as he did. The "squelch" that sounded was loud enough to fill the room as Dalia was slowly penetrated by her father.

Dalia moaned loudly, pushing her own hips back into her father, craving every inch of his thick horse-cock. A glob of pre oozed from the tip of her cock as a hot shiver washed over her body, inside and out. Inch by inch, Jericho's rod sank into her, stimulating every sensual nerve within her nethers. She rested both hands on the shower wall, leaning forward a bit more so she could present more of her hindquarters to her father. After a few moments of pushing against each other, Jericho's cock was fully buried into Dalia. The warmth from within it gave her was indescribable, putting her on a perpetual state of near-climax. She took the moment to slowly turn her head and glance back. Her and Jericho's eyes met briefly and she could see the intense drive and desire within them. She averted her gaze just as quick, not wanting to further risk revealing his mistake.

"Oh, baby," he moaned, moving his hands to Dalia's hips, his own still pushing forward while his hands pulled her back, wanting to get every millimeter of his shaft into her hot and inviting depths, "I've been saving myself up for this."

Dalia only responded in wanting whines and whimpers. A pleasurable growl came from Jericho's throat. He slowly pulled his hips back, withdrawing his cock from her pussy until only the tip remained inside. Dalia groaned in pleasure as he did, her sensitive lips squeezing tighter and tighter, not wanting to let her father go. Jericho paused for a brief moment before thrusting forward, impaling Dalia on his cock once again.

Starting slow, Jericho started to thrust in and out of Dalia. A few inches at first with more sliding in and out with each following thrust. The lewd sounds of sex echoed off the bathroom walls, accompanied by the sounds of their flesh slapping together. Every passing second led to longer and harder thrusts as Jericho's hips slammed into his daughter's soft butt. Both father and daughter moaning in ecstasy with reckless abandon.

Faster and faster, Jericho plowed into Dalia. His moans morphing into tense groans and growls as his peak rapidly approached. Dalia could feel he was about to boil over, and wasn't far behind herself. She pushed back into his thrusts as hard and fast as she could. She felt her pussy almost automatically clamp down tight onto Jericho's shaft. She reached down and wildly stroked her own cock that was just as desperate for release as the one buried inside of her.

The final energetic push came from both of them. Screams of intense pleasure from both of them filled the house as they fucked like wild animals. Their heavy balls slapped together amidst the intense thrusts. Jericho let out a mighty yell as his orgasm hit hard. With a final thrust, he fully impaled Dalia with his cock as it erupted. Like a hot geyser, streams of thick, potent rapidash cum sprayed deep inside Dalia's wanting pussy. The slick lips squeezed tight, hungry for every drop.

The growing pressure of her quickly filling insides and the intense warmth washing through her body brought Dalia over the top. As her father's cock flooded her womb, her own exploded with multiple jets and ropes of cum that coated and splattered against the shower wall. She continued to mindlessly jerk at her cock, only barely able to keep it under control as it continued to spurt almost like a fire hose. She could feel her belly slightly swell as she was overfilled with her father's thick seed. A few more spurts from within caused cum to steadily leak from her pussy.

Another strong squirt forced its way into her body before Jericho's orgasm finally started to subside. It took a few moments for her to start coming down from her own climax, her nether lips satiated and her cock softening and starting to retreat back to its sheath after nearly covering the wall in front of her with cum.

Their muscles started to ache as they could finally relax. Their breathing remained fast and labored for a minute before also slowing to heavy pants. Dalia weakly reached for the shower knob and turned off the water. As the steam cleared, Jericho slowly pulled his softening shaft from her pussy. Dalia tensed her lower body as the tip slid free, determined to hold onto as much of his cum as she could. After a few more heavy breaths, she slowly turned around to face her father.

Jericho, his mind slowly clearing along with the steam within the bathroom, looked upon who he thought was Aiyana. His eyes widened and his jaw went limp as his eyes gazed upon, not his wife, but his own daughter. He struggled to find something to say while he looked up and down her form, especially at the lightly swollen and sloshing belly he had given her. She stayed silent, gazing into his eyes as her hand gently caressed her belly and giving him an almost wanting expression. Quietly, she stepped past him and exited the shower.

Dalia wrapped herself in a towel and sat at the edge of her bed. Her mind continued to try to process exactly what had happened. She knew what events had just transpired, but her mind struggled to believe it and struggled harder to grasp the possible repercussions. Many emotions surged through her. She looked at her belly and couldn't help but feel happy and excited, but also scared and worried. Confused tears slowly started to well up in her eyes as her bedroom door opened. Her and Jericho looked at each other once more as he slowly moved closer and sat beside her. They remained silent still for nearly a full minute before Jericho mustered the nerve to speak up.

"I..." He stuttered, "I don't know what to say. I didn't realize it was you. I thought you had gone out with friends and your mother and I were alone and...Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know," Dalia struggled to say, both unsure of how to really answer, "How did you not realize I wasn't mom?"

Jericho wanted to blame the thick steam, but knew that was only a small piece of the answer. He should have realized it multiple times, even before he crossed that proverbial point-of-no-return by penetrating her. But his mind became so clouded by lust and desire that he couldn't control himself. He felt, at times, that he subconsciously knew she wasn't his wife, but couldn't be sure.

"I don't know," he replied, hanging his head and nervously gnashing his teeth, "I just...All I could think about was your mother and wanting to surprise her and have another child for us and for you and..."

"For me?" Dalia interrupted, her expression shifting from confusion to curiosity, "What do you mean?"

Jericho bit his lip, hesitating to dig a deeper hole for himself, but felt like his options were painfully limited, "I...I've known how much you've been wanting a younger sibling. I overheard you talking about it with someone. It pained me to think you could be unhappy. There's nothing I wouldn't strive to give you, Dalia."

"That's what you meant about 'saving yourself up for this'?"

"Well...Yeah. I wanted to make sure your mother would get pregnant. I figured, from the scent when I cam home, she was in heat and ready and... I don't know, I just lost control. But...Why didn't you try to stop me or say anything I...You know...?"

Dalia started to blush severely. Her eyes darted left and right, wanting to find a reason to explain her own inaction. Each train of thought seemed to end with a look at her swollen gut. Eventually, as difficult as it was, she looked up and met her father's eyes.

"Because..." She said, her eyes tearing up again, "When you said you wanted to bring another child into the family, I hesitated cause I wanted that, too. And after you were...inside me...I just..."

She hung her head down, a single stream of tears running down her cheek and dripping onto her belly. She looked back up to her father, fighting hard to get the words out of her mouth.

"I enjoyed it..." She finally said.

Jericho was shocked by her admission, to say the least. Once again rendered speechless, he tried to find something to say to her. Part of him wanted to tell her what they did was wrong and can't happen again. However, deep down inside, looking back at the past hour, he couldn't deny how good it felt. And, ashamed of the thought as he was, part of him would do it with her again.

"Dad?" She said, resting her hand on his. Her touch made him visibly shiver, but not recoil, "Do you think..."

"Think what?" He asked as she paused, both curious and dreading what question she had for him.

"Do you think I'll get pregnant from this?"

"Umm..." He stammered, further at a loss for answers but also confused. Looking into her eyes, he found no hint of worry, concern or fear. Rather, her expression looked like one of 'wanting'. Did she want to be pregnant, he asked himself? By him, her own father? "Well, you were in heat so... Unless we get you some emergency contraceptives, it's possible. We might need to arrange that really soon. We can leave out how it happened, we just..."

"I want to keep it," She said softly, once again sending Jericho back on his heels.

"You..." He replied in shock, "You want to be pregnant?"

Dalia rubbed her belly, responding only with a silent nod.

"But..." he continued, "You would be pregnant with me as the father."

Once more, she quietly nodded.

"Honey..."

"In the past hour," Dalia said, her tone soft and hopeful, "I've gotten things that I've wanted and desired for a long time. One thing I really longed for and another I thought was so forbidden that it could never happen. I never thought I'd get all of it at once."

"What do you mean? I knew you wanted a younger sibling, but what was so forbidden?"

"...You."

The revaluation hit like a truck. Suddenly Dalia's failure to stop, and even energetic participation in, their shower tryst made sense. It was still hard to wrap his head around it all. It certainly seemed wrong enough have sex with your own offspring, and wronger still to produce a child from such a union. But here he was, sitting with his daughter who he very likely has knocked up and is now admitting she wanted it the whole time?

"You've wanted me?" He asked plainly, "As in... You wanted to sleep with me? But I'm your father..."

"I know," She replied as she leaned her head against his arm. A question of appropriateness popped into his head, but his instincts as a father took precedence as he draped his arm around her, allowing her to rest her head against his shoulder and chest, "I know everyone says it's wrong, but I can't help it. I've wanted it for a while now. Now that I've gotten it, I don't regret not stopping you from breeding me at all."

"I don't know what to say."

Jericho searched his mind for poignant words, but was interrupted by Dalia shifting closer, resting one of her hands on his thigh. Suddenly, the familiar tingling in his loins returned. Part of him felt ashamed and embarrassed, compelled to push her away. But he couldn't act on that compulsion, even as his balls and sheath visibly twitched in anticipation under the towel.

"How likely do you think I'll be pregnant?" She asked once again, gently nuzzling her head against his chest.

"Pretty likely," he replied, idly running his fingers through his daughter's hair. She let out a pleasant purr at his touch, causing her hand to further rub and caress his inner-thigh.

"Would it be more likely if we had sex again?"

"I...I'm not sure. Maybe it would?"

Dalia looked up and into his eyes again. This time, her expression was unmistakable. Along with her hand drifting closer and closer to his slowly tenting groin. As odd as it felt, knowing what it was she wanted, he knew how to finally respond.

"Can we have sex again?" She eagerly asked, her hand slipping under the towel and resting on her father's emerging shaft.

"Just to be sure you're pregnant?" He asked, leaning back and letting her coax his cock from its sheath.

"That, and because I...We...Want it?"

Jericho reached his hand up and gently caressed his daughter's face. He smiled before taking her arm and pulling him closer, coaxing her onto his lap. It wouldn't take long or much enticing before his cock slipped from his sheath and directly into his daughter's lovely folds.

"Anything for you my dear," He replied, giving the tip of her nose a gentle kiss as the two embraced, ready and eager to continue their forbidden union as well as ensure Dalia finally has a younger "sibling" to have and care for. The rest of the world seemed to wash away as the two of them entwined together. Nothing seemed to break their intimate focus on each other. Not a sound from outside the house, not the sound of the phone ringing, and not the sound of the front door opening.