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"Daddy!"

"Yes, Bunny?"

"Where are my clothes?"

"Oh! Sorry, I forgot to do the washing. Just put on that pretty dress you wore on Tuesday."

"But, what about panties? I don't have any clean ones left."

"Then you'll just have to go without."

"But mum never lets me go without panties."

"Then we'll just not tell her."

Martin sat in the large reclining chair in the lounge room as he called back and forth to his six year old daughter who'd just gotten out of the bath. Mentally, he scolded himself for forgetting to do the washing and, as he assured himself that he'd do it the following morning, his daughter walked into the room with only a towel wrapped around her body and her dress in her hand.

"What are you doing?" the black wolf of thirty-one asked, startled by his daughter's appearance.

"Mum lets me get dressed in front of the heater," Lucy protested, knowing what her father meant.

Martin sighed and buried his face in his hand as his daughter walked past him. Standing in front of the heater, just a couple of feet to her father's left, the white rabbit with the wolf tail let the towel drop to the floor. She held out her arms for a moment and turned slowly, allowing the warm air from the heater to blow over her naked body and properly dry her fur before she got dressed.

After a couple of minutes, when he thought his daughter would be finished dressing, Martin looked up at her. But instead of the sight he expected to see, the wolf saw something else. Lucy was still naked and the sight of her back was hypnotic. The graceful, sensual, innocent curves of her body, the bow of her back, curve of her hips and waist, and the roundness of her butt all had her father's complete attention. Martin could only stare, hypnotised by the beautiful sight. A moment later and the light, pale pink fabric of Lucy's dress tumbled down her back, covered her rump. Stunned by what he'd just seen, the black wolf just watched as his daughter adjusted her dress. Should he say something? Scold her perhaps? She hadn't done anything wrong. And he hadn't really seen anything that could be considered inappropriate. Then Lucy bent down to pick up the towel.

The dress she wore was a loose, figure hugging dress that hung by spaghetti straps over the shoulders and only barely covered the young girl's rear. As Lucy typically wore the dress with a pair of shorts underneath, Martin hadn't realised just how revealing it would be on its own. As Lucy bent over to pick up the towel, the crossbreed inadvertently gave her father a full show of her plump, innocent petals between her shapely thighs. Though he looked away immediately, that brief moment was all that was needed. The image of his daughter's sex was burned into Martin's mind. Worse still, it had sparked arousal within his body.

Standing up straight once more, the white, innocent rabbit took the towel and left the lounge room, not even noticing the blank expression on her father's face. Martin was in shock. The view of those delicious, thick, supple folds, covered in soft, white fur was imprinted before his eyes like a photograph, taunting his very soul. Any sense of time seemed to slip from the wolf's grasp as he struggled to regain control of his mind. Though it seemed an age to the rattled father, it was only a few seconds before he closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to clear the image from his mind.

It was an accident, Martin thought to himself. You didn't look deliberately and no one has to know. Just pretend it didn't happen and don't think about it, forget it completely. But the image did not go away so easily. It remained, lingering on the very edges of Martin's mind, gnawing at his sanity.

Lucy returned to the lounge room a couple of minutes later. Bathed and dressed, the six year old girl was now allowed to watch TV until it was time for her to go to bed. Ignorant of the teasing she'd given her father, Lucy lay on her stomach on the carpet covered floor with her feet in the air. Seated more or less squarely behind where his daughter had made herself comfortable, Martin now found himself with a front row seat to the full exposure of his daughter's rear end. The dress did nothing to conceal Lucy's thighs and little more to hide the round, white hills at the top of them. Once again, Martin's gaze was glued to the womanly curves of his daughter's body.

The casual innocence combined with the soft, round, exposed curves were like a siren's call, beckoning to the black wolf from distant and forbidden lands. Martin tried desperately not to stare, but his gaze seemed to gravitate towards the naked rear of his daughter. Unable to ignore the view, arousal welled up within the wolf's mind and body, chasing away reason like a predator chasing prey. As primal nature began to take hold and silence his civilised mind, Martin began envisioning his hand lightly gliding up the back of Lucy's round thighs. His fingers wrapped around the soft cheeks of his daughter's rump, squeezing them. The wolf could practically feel the supple texture of her flesh, the fine softness of her white fur. A scent tickled Martin's nose which he followed eagerly, entranced and spellbound. Between Lucy's thighs, spread by her father's fingers, Martin saw that gnawing vision once more. Reaching out his tongue, the thirty-one year old black wolf pressed it against his six year old daughter's innocent, untainted, plump labia and revelled in her taste. Martin's mind erupted, his tongue seemed to come alive, his daughter tasted... real. This was real!

Martin's eyes went wide as he pulled away from his daughter. Horror turned his mind into a tornado of chaos and fear. What had he done?

Lucy turned to face her father and frowned at him.

"What's wrong, Daddy?" she asked, "That felt nice."

Martin almost cringed at the words his daughter spoke.

"No!" Martin exclaimed, "That was bad. I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry!"

Martin wanted to look away from his daughter but his gaze couldn't seem to tear away from her confused and disappointed eyes. Sitting up and facing her father, Lucy lifted the front of her dress to show her innocent sex and looked Martin in the eyes.

"I won't tell if you don't," the bunny with the wolf tail said sweetly.

Martin stared at his daughter openly exposing herself to him, offering her body in a way no six year old should even know about. Half of the wolf's mind was in shock, the other in lust. The black struggled desperately to do the right thing and say no, but it was too late, the war with morality had already been lost.

Slowly, almost cautiously, Martin leaned forward towards his daughter. With each passing second, the voice in his mind screaming to stop drowned in the wash of overpowering desire. Lucy had giggled delightfully at her father's previous playful touches, though Martin's mind never heard her. Now, fully conscious of his actions, the wolf's ears seemed to ring with music as his daughter's giggles and laughter filled his ears.

Lucy lay back on the floor as her father gently spread her folds. Excitement seemed to course through her body for an unknown reason as his tongue licked her sensitive inner flesh. If it wasn't too late before, it was too late now. Committed and condemned, Martin let go of every ounce of shame and guilt and lavished on his six year old daughter's succulent pussy. He licked between her lips slowly and rubbed her labia with his thumbs. Meanwhile, Lucy continued to giggle and laugh, her back arching occasionally as her father hit certain spots. Martin even caused a slight trickle of nectar to appear as he gently suckled Lucy's clit and rubbed it with his thumb.

But after several minutes, the wolf wanted more. His mind was content to just lick and tease, but his raging erection demanded release.

"Lucy, would you..." Martin began as he pulled away from his daughter's flower, "would you... do something for me?"

Lucy looked at her father once more in confusion.

"Sure," she replied without reservation, "What do you want me to do?"

"Could you..." Martin paused for a moment, thinking of how to ask for what he wanted in a way she'd understand, "rub yourself against me?"

Lucy cocked her head to the side, not fully understanding her dad's meaning. Martin sighed, knowing he'd have to show her for her to understand what he wanted. Standing up, the thirty-one year old wolf undid his pants and pushed them down to the floor. The young bunny stared, intrigued by what she saw. She'd never seen anything like it yet for some reason her father's erection seemed to demanded her attention.

"Come here," Martin instructed gently as he kicked off his pants and sat on the couch. Lucy didn't hesitate. Standing up, she stood in front of her father and waited patiently, her gaze focused on his shaft. Coloured light pink, it was stiff and thick with bulges near the base and a pointed tip. Lucy found the sight fascinating and watched as it twitched occasionally, seeming to pulse with a life of its own.

Lifting his legs up onto the couch, Martin lay on his back and instructed his young daughter further. "I want you to sit on me, like you would sit on a horse," he explained.

Not really sure what to expect, Lucy did as she was told and climbed up onto the couch. As she threw one leg over her father's body so that she was straddling him, Martin placed one hand on her hips and pressed his erection down with the other, so that it lay flat beneath her. Gently, the wolf guided his daughter into position so that her innocent sex was pressed explicitly against his manhood. The sensation of her soft flesh pressing against his engorged member sent shivers of shameful excitement coursing through Martin's body. Her succulent, young lips wrapped around his member and her inner body warmth felt heavenly as the pressure of her body weight settled against the fully grown wolf's solid member.

Martin's breathing began to grow rapid as his arousal soared while his shame sank lower and lower. Lucy giggled a little at the feeling of the foreign body part pressing against her privates and, whole heartedly enjoying the experience, wriggled her hips playfully causing her father to gasp just a little in both surprise and pleasure. Knowing that this was all kinds of wrong, Martin was continually finding himself surprised at his daughter's willingness and even enjoyment of something she shouldn't even know about for nearly another decade. Idly, the black canine wondered if she was actually sexually stimulated, physically, even at this innocent age, or just having fun.

The thought passed and Martin began instructing his daughter in what exactly it was he wanted her to do. "Now, slide your hips forward a little, like this," the wolf said as he gripped her hips in his hands and gently guided her body forward. Obediently, Lucy allowed her father to move her body, first forward and then backwards. "Just keep moving like that," he instructed.

The sensation of her body rubbing against her father's erection was pleasant and the young rabbit-wolf crossbreed had zero objections to obliging. Just like he had shown her, Lucy slowly moved her hips forward and then back again, making sure to keep her weight pressed down at the same time. She didn't understand what it was exactly that she was doing, or why her father had asked for it, but it was feeling nice to do and so Lucy wanted to keep doing it. Almost as if it were instinct, the innocent girl fell into a steady rhythm grinding her body against the canine shaft between her legs.

Martin's mind slipped from any remaining rational thought that might have been lingering. Feeling as though he held a fragile glass figurine in his hands, he gently glided his fingers up from Lucy's subtly curved hips and lifted the dress over her head before discarding it on the floor. Captivated, the wolf permitted his eyes to soak up the sight of her delicate waist bending and rippling as she moved her hips. Lucy's only response was to raise her arms so that her father could remove her dress. She was too absorbed by the pleasant sensation she was creating by rubbing her soft, moist lips against her own father's thick, solid member.

Martin lowered his hands to his sides as he simply enjoyed the sight of his young, innocent daughter pleasing him sexually. His fingers gripped the cushions of the couch as he felt himself grow closer to climax. Lucy, biting her lower lip, started to move her hips further and further forward and back, putting more effort into making her motions longer and firmer. Focusing all her attention on making the pleasant feeling continue, she actively pressed herself down as she slid along the now slick piece of muscle and increased her pace. And then she stopped, gasping and wincing slightly as her father suddenly clenched his teeth and squeezed the couch cushions with every muscle in his body, struggling to hold back his orgasm. The long eared, wolf tailed bunny had slid forward a little too far and when she pushed her hips back, Martin's pointed, canine cock had penetrated his daughter's virginity.

Lucy remained still, breathing rapidly, her father's cock buried almost to the knot inside her body. A mixture of pleasure and surprise dulled the sensation of pain. Feeling the solid, throbbing rod inside her was a whole different experience. "Are you alright?" Martin asked, genuinely concerned. Lucy just nodded. Truthfully, she felt fine. The sudden and unexpected experience of the pointed canine member entering her body had startled her, but the enjoyment that came with it immediately chased away any distress that might've arisen. With deep, steady breaths, Lucy allowed her body to adapt to the new and curious sensation.

"This is really, really bad," Martin said, beginning to sit up, "we should stop. If anyone found out about-"

"I won't tell," Lucy quickly interrupted. She was sincerely happy to do these things and wanted to continue.

Martin, staring at his six year old daughter impaled upon his manhood, found himself at another mental fork in the road. Morality and desire bickered like children in the back of his mind while the wolf's eyes honed in on the sight of Lucy's innocent lips wrapped around a rock hard erection ready to erupt. He knew it was wrong. But after submitting to his lust just minutes earlier, Martin could not deny that some small part of him greatly wanted to fill that innocent pussy with cream.

It was already too late anyway. Even if he put a stop to it now, if anyone found out, Martin's life would be over. Any repercussions that followed would not be lessened by turning back here. He was already past the point of no return and going deeper into this forbidden territory wouldn't likely make the consequences to follow any worse.

"Alright," Martin submitted a little hesitantly. Lying back down on the couch, the black, adult wolf gently placed his hands back on his daughter's hips. "But go slowly," he emphasised, not wanting her to hurt herself.

Taking a deep breath, Lucy prepared to resume her grinding motions but her father's steady hands stopped her. "Like this, this time," he said, lifting her hips upwards. The wolf tailed bunny felt confused at first; if he agreed to her continuing, why was he now lifting her off? But she soon understood as Martin's guiding hands stopped her hips after just a couple of inches and then moved them back down. Air rushed into Lucy's lungs as she inhaled deeply, her eyes wide. Feeling that throbbing shaft sliding slowly into her depths was an experience unlike any other Lucy had felt. It had felt good before, but before it was quick, unexpected and alien; she'd not had the chance to savour the experience while emotions and confusion smashed together inside her. But now Lucy knew what was happening; now she was being given the opportunity to soak up the experience.

Eager to experience more, Lucy attempted to take over but her father's guiding hands remained on her hips. Gently, he pushed her hips backwards while lowering her down, and then pulled them forward before raising her body once again. Martin couldn't resist indulging a little and lightly squeezed the young girl's rear with his fingers as he guided her through motions that formed a triangular gyration. Gradually, the wolf lessened his grip on his daughter's hips as she picked up the correct pattern and soon she was moving entirely on her own once again.

Lucy's own breathing was getting shallow and unsteady now. She could feel her father's shaft moving, pulsing and pressing against her insides as she moved her hips. Her mind swam as it was overloaded with impulses it wasn't mature enough yet to comprehend. The experience was powerful, even addictive, but for all the pleasure it brought it was like a brilliant sun that brought no warmth, no satisfaction. Lucy's body, though receptive to the experience, simply did not know what to do with it. And so the six year old girl continued, striving to serve her father's request and feed on the enjoyment it brought her.

As Lucy continued to move her body, occasionally letting out a cute little moan or whimper of joy, Martin moved his hands up to her waist, his fingers gently kneading her delicate body. The sensation of cradling a fragile glass figure returned once more and only served to feed the wolf's arousal. Lucy, enveloped in her own enjoyment, leaned forward, placing her hands upon her father's arms to prop herself up. She thrust her hips down, forward, then up and down and back before drawing herself forward to start all over again. Once again she increased her pace, though not as much as before. Her father's fingers kneaded her waist while hit thumbs thumb stroked. In and out the older male's manhood went as his daughter slid up and down upon it. Then suddenly Martin's fingers stopped and began flexing as he tried not to squeeze his Lucy's body too tightly while he held her in place and raised up his own hips. Lucy gasped in surprise as she felt a thick warmth flood into her before escaping in spurts out where her father's cock had entered. It came in pulses, wave after wave, filling and flowing out, spilling over the thirty-one year old wolf's balls and legs and onto the couch cushions.

Martin's mind was now fully consumed. He submitted unreservedly to his forbidden desires and embraced them. His fingers pressed into the soft body of his six year old daughter as he willingly released all the seed his manhood could provide into her young, innocent depths. Satisfaction came and it couldn't have felt sweeter. As he released his hold on Lucy's waist, Martin let his body relax and breathed out slowly.

"I... I think that's enough for tonight," Martin said with a fatherly smile.

Lucy pouted but after a moment obediently began to lift herself off of her father's shaft. Slowly she raised her body, enjoying the sensation of his member slipping from within her.

"I feel funny now," the young bunny said.

"I'm sorry," Martin apologised, "You're going to feel a little sore and probably a bit uncomfortable for a couple of days, but it'll pass."

Lucy nodded and got down off the couch.

"I had fun," she said, smiling at her father as he sat up.

"I did too, Lucy," Martin replied, "Thank you."

"Can we do it again tomorrow?"

The black wolf paused for a moment and thought about his answer.

"Why don't you sleep with me tonight and we can do it again first thing in the morning, when we wake up," he said, "Then there will still be time for us to clean up and get ready for when your mum comes to pick you up before lunch."