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[I]“Bro wanna hung ut? Dad tld me off cuz gf"

“Sorry anniv dating night ;)"

[/I]With a sigh, I pressed the button and let the message go. In return, I got it on read, saw the three dots as Thomas was trying to get an answer out. The dots disappeared, reappeared as I continued to check the phone until he answered with a sad emoji.

Yeah… It had to hurt a bit, as he was to stay on the campus. He wasn't alone, since he had his friends there and would have the entire evening to play on the switch we all shared together. It was not like I abandoned my best friend that night. But dating… Well, dating was more than important.

It had been so for the last few months between the school years.

With me dropping out of some classes, the football team, most clubs. Dating was more important, much more important for me. Still, I glanced at the phone… At any potential message, any three dots only to see another message from “Daddy": [I]“Ready?"[/I]

I answered with a hastily typed [I]“not yet"[/I], releasing the fake nails before I set the phone aside. I returned to my clothes, peeling the red panties off and slowly passing a hand on the black and red scales, intermingling, and the tiny feathers still covering my posterior.

Still, I brushed it off as I grumbled and got a hold of the wide dildo firmly lodged between my cheeks. I grunted, sighed, felt the lube come off as I had been clean. I had nothing else in my system. Still, the massive fake cock popped free and I shivered on the tiles for a moment, feeling my abused and swollen asscunt gaping and begging… And aching. Aching, even as I put back the panties and felt… Dirty. Not only from the lube dripping and impregnating the fabric, but also how the fabric dug into my fat rim, tingling and pulling on it.

It was… Dirty and exciting, my hands trembling on the faucet rim. I tried to recover my composure, I tried to breathe out like I was taught. And inhaled.

A last check and there were no other red feathers except those atop my head.

It was fine. I was fine. I was good.

I left everything behind, knowing two people, including me, used that bathroom, and I stepped outside. By reflex, I checked my breath, fruity with hints of berries, his favorite.

I carefully stepped on my toes, giving my body more curves despite the lack of pumps. My body moved as one while I passed by the corridors and the different photos.

There was… The family.

Three people: Father, Son, Mother. A happy family, it seemed, as I appreciated the gentle smiles. So familiar, I could remember everything that had happened. How the family broke apart, how she left him… How the whole world seemed to have been destroyed over a few months. Then, the slow rebuild.

I was a witness to all this, but no longer as I descended the steps, trying to be discreet despite the creaking stairs. Luckily, it was game night and the sound drowned everything else in the house. Not the chuckles followed by the chugging.

That was all I needed to go as I approached the sofa and passed a hand against the coarse brown fur atop the man's cap, pressing my fingers to find the scalp. They pressed onto it while my thumb brushed one twitching ear.

“I am ready," I said, waiting for him to turn his head. To let him face me. And for our lips to meet, though I had to twist my neck a little. Nevertheless, the kiss was sumptuous. There was that slight taste from the beer. But the tongue danced with mine, teased me, but never went too far. Such a great kisser, what a shame.

I kept stroking his scalp while he had his hand going from my jaw, squeezing and pressing against the soft black and red scales.

“You are so sexy, tonight," he said, the red lipstick stuck to his lips as I watched him. Nothing but an old underwear on. The brown fur covered that chubby belly, the fat covering those muscles that were no longer used to play games or work out like before. But it was fine. It was fine by me as I remained back, feeling his arm wrap around my waist to pull me closer to the sofa… And the fingers brushing my ass.

“We've got the next two days for ourselves, honey," he says with a gentle and rumbling voice. “I told Thomas to stay at his place."

“He told me. Thank you, Daddy," I answered by kissing my bestfriend's Dad again, letting his coarse and rough fingers play with my exposed ass and slip a finger in the crack to tug on the panties.

Norbert and Thomas Wright. A family of Boars.

The latter had been my best Friend since kindergarten, and we have always shared our lives up to now. Living only one house away, we often spent our nights at the same house, whether his or mine. Even after Norbert's divorce.

And Norbert. Well. He had been my best Friend's Dad. A friend. Someone I could rely on. And in the last year, my Sugar Daddy.

It all started benignly. I knew early on I was into men.

And Norbert would be like my Dad, wandering around his place with nothing on. I caught glimpses, was curious… I even had a boyfriend I kept hidden from everyone, or so I thought. Yet, one night while I complained to Norbert and watched a game with him, I heard a ping from Growlr.

He didn't seem to notice, but as I checked my phone, here it was… My best friend's Dad's dick. Uncut, with a wide tip, veiny, about to burst. A mat Norbert was holding with one hand, yet it barely covered half of it.

I was about to blurt something, an excuse, to go with “It's not what you think" in a very cliché way.

Yet, he had his hand over my shoulder and the other on his underwear he peeled off to let me see his soft mast.

“Don't worry, I knew it. And I'm clean, son."

I could have refused, told him off… But well, that night, I spent the whole evening sucking him off. Even when he had managed to cum, he kept my muzzle locked between his legs. My lips were locked on his cock, unable to peel away. Whenever he came, he only had to wait a few minutes before he went back at it, grunting and throbbing in my mouth.

His cock pushed and pumped so much in my mouth, I felt I would drown and when I was done, my lips and nose were covered with cum. Yet, he kissed me.

Two days after, I received a bank transfer with a statement: “For Daddy's sugarbaby."

I knew it was him. I knew it was like I was a whore… But… Well, the following weekend, I was back with it, sucking him off.

No… Getting fucked by him. With my previous boyfriend, we never tried anything like that. Prepping, lubing, it seemed too much. Yet, Norbert knew his deal. He knew it well enough I wasn't fighting his suggestion and before long, I was taking my classes with a vibrating plug in my ass.

The more it went, the more adventurous we became. The more difficult it was to think about my grades. And well, my bank account… It had never been so garnished.

I knew Norbert was rich, so was my Dad. But… That rich? It made it easier to buy the latest games, the latest clothes, to buy drinks. But I would always come back to Norbert for another shot. For another dicking. Another… Transfer.

“Gimme some sugar," he would say when we were dating in public in some places, kissing me and fingering my scalie ass.

Then came the gifts and requests.

The cage, the pills, the cream, the clothes. With access to the Wrights' house, I could store everything he gave me there. But it meant for me to use them. The cage I would wear regularly with the cream, to make sure my cock was getting smaller; something about corticoid. Then, the pills and the shots that made me feel sick and weak, and.. Weird. The clothes.

It was at that moment I stopped participating in the football matches. My performance was getting low, and people would have noticed the changes. No… They would have seen the cage I was to wear constantly or the dildos.

No… Even the classes as I was often too horny and excited, somehow, to focus on them. Whenever I was thinking of solving a problem, it was to have that faint buzz against my prostate and remind me to whom I belonged. To that savage.

Even when I begged him to stop, it was for him to keep going. I almost got thrown out of an exam due to his actions. Even then… Even then, how could I get angry at him as he showered me with love, attention, and care? He was not above making us dinner, wearing something proper for the occasion, or having us dine outside.

It was why I was drifting apart from my best friend. I was dating his Dad and being his Dad's girlfriend.

The same Dad… The same Daddy who was pulling on my buttcheeks, prying them apart, revealing the rim that had been abused so much, it looked like a doughnut on the birthday of me becoming his girlfriend.

Finally, as he released me from the kiss, I leaned to kiss his forehead while he slipped one finger inside me. Then a second… A third.

“Sit with me, Honey."

The fingers pulled, leaving me gasping and almost gapping. But I followed the instruction, walking around and sitting on the sofa. Not on my ass, but my right thigh, half-way lying, half-way reclining. My mouth, my painted lips, went for his neck to smell the rough musk carrying the scent of smoke, coffee, and sweat. All the while, his fingers were again on my ass, stretching it. They tested it, pulled on the vertically split rim. It was Daddy's favorite cunt, even though he had other partners.

But I was to be his… His as I kept kissing him, passing a hand over his coarse chest. On the pecs, fat and meat, on the round belly. Then… Well, on the prize. On the underwear that was straining from the pressure… From the erection I slowly liberated.

The sound of the match kept buzzing around the room. But I only caught his gruff breathing, his heavy inhalations while I had my thumb on the firm cockhead, tracing circles on it.

“It's been a year," he said.

“I know, Daddy," I mumbled back, barely containing my excitation as he passed his fingers deeper into my asshole… As he pressed on my prostate. And… Well… I felt my cocklet dripping and heat up. No, even my groin as I sighed and slipped closer against Norbert, leaning on him.

“Do you have a gift for Daddy?"

I smiled… I smiled as I breathed against his ear. It twitched, but he didn't pull away. Neither when I had my smooth teeth nipping at them. My jaw looked like it belonged to a herbivore. Which was fine. Good as I felt Norbert's shivers in pleasure under the touch, under the sound.

More so with my hand gripping his stiff cock, lifting it… And starting to pump it. The foreskin was entirely stretched, exposing that massive cockhead. The corona was darker, was glistening, was… Wide. I sighed, pressing my soft digits against it, minding the fake nails replacing the trimmed ones.

“I have. I have it on me, too," I said, chuckling.

But as soon as his eyes were drawn down, I had one hand going on his neck. One index pushed against the chin, I forced him to look up so he couldn't cheat.

“Hunhun. You have to feel it. With your hands."

“You're feisty… Maybe you don't want your gift," replied Norbert, acting rough and callous for an instant.

“Hmm… Please. It is more exciting if you find it out. I will even give you clues."

“What do you- Ohhh…"

Norbert's moans were unfeigned. My hand was firmly holding his dick and it had been a while since I discovered his weakness. He had a tiny spot, following a bulging vein, that was sensitive. And squeezing it between my fingers was… A smart way to get on his good side.

Norbert's mouth opened, and I threw myself on it, kissing him and messing with his tongue, forcing him to keep his eyes away. But then… he started to play with me.

His hands started with my muzzle. I had an operation to remove the feather stubs that could have been there, smoothing the black and red scales. He passed over my cheeks, a bit more plump, then near my earhole with the golden rings pierced through the scales above them. Then… Well, ridges, the feather atop my head, fiery red.

My strokes were slow, and I chose to ignore his lovely spot. Enough to get him needy and frustrated, and eager to push further. So, he did. He had his hands going along my neck, typically weighed with jewelry he gifted me. Then on my shoulders.

He tried to go for my arms, but I stopped stroking, therefore leading him to descend. Steadily, with my hands on his cock and my tongue inside my mouth, I guided him. I guided him on my chest, generous and already weighing on my back.

For the occasion, I even brushed the frenum with my index and broke out the kiss.

“Enjoying them?" I asked, joyfully.

Joyful to have those coarse fur brushing my erect nipples or the barbell through them. We were planning to get something bigger once I was done with my studies… A lovely thought and idea that ended with a different outcome.

Norbert played with them, cupped them, had his fingers brushing the underside, feeling the crevice, and then ascending until he went over all the details of those buxom breasts.

“Enough playing," I said, careful in my tone while I encouraged him into another kiss.

His fingers descended, passing over what remained of my abdominal waists. The muscles had started to thin out, disappearing, losing their tonicity, everything that could explain how I went from a six-pack to… Nothing.

Still, my belly was soft, and playing with it was enough to get me going. But his hands kept lowering, dancing on the temporary tattoo he had asked me to get: “Daddy's Bitch". One to commemorate my leave from the football team, since I wouldn't have to hide it anymore.

“Is there a gift?" he finally asked, heaving while his stiff cock seemed about to explode under my fingers. Yet, my movements were steady and not excessive. I did not ignore his favored spot, but I took my time to play with it.

Sometimes, I even ignored it. But not too long. I didn't want Norbert to grow restless and furious. It was a game, of egging him closer and closer to the truth, to the moment.

Finally, as he descended, he went on the panties. On the red lace fabric. The only thing covering my plump asscheeks, still a bit covered with feathers, and my “manly" bits. Or rather, what remained after the treatment.

“Is this the panties? Or inside?" he asked, cutting short the kiss, his lips now covered with red marks.

“Inside. You'll like it," I answered, truthfully.

And there went down the fabric, pulled down by Norbert, as he did not care for frivolity. My fingers were restless, pushing and tugging on his foreskin as I masturbated him. The precum was almost bubbling from the speed, and well… I was eager to give his love spot a squeeze every second stroke, to keep him excited. But his precum was going whiter and thicker, my favorite drink. And… Well, I didn't want to waste it.

“It's close, Daddy," I mumbled.

I moaned, too.

His fingers went over my groin, touching… And finally reaching for my cock. Cocklet. Dicklet. Shrimp cock. Failed dick. Clitty. Clit. Stub. Nub. Sissy's clit. Oh, Norbert could offer quite the words when it came to teasing his partners.

He could be savage with it, be a pervert. Much like when he used to tease, grip, pinch, and twist my cock.

And I loved every second of it, of the nasty words he would whisper to my earholes while he played with the two inches that remained. The tip was short and smaller than the middle, giving it a more stubby look. And the black foreskin even formed folds at the end where the precum tended to accumulate unless he or I took the time to pull it down to expose the rosy tip.

But no. I was clean. And this was not the gift I had planned for him. Still, he played, and I allowed it.

I felt my heartbeat quicken, my breath go faster. And… I could have climaxed. If not for the lack of sensations, of erection, of the numbness from the aggressive treatment I took.

No… In the end, I did not climax though I wanted it and my clit throbbed for a second.

So, Norbert finally abandoned and had his fingers slip down. Down on my nuts… On my balls. Well, they were bigger than my cock, that was certain. Closer to golf balls in terms of size, they were oval with an obvious growth for the epididymis. One he stroked for a second, before he touched something. It wasn't my scales. It wasn't the scrotum. It was… A ribbon.

A pink ribbon I had carefully attached around my nuts, and bought a while ago. But this was the occasion, not only for the birthday. But beyond.

“Hrmph… What's this?" asked Norbert, his voice playful and excited.

He was biting the bait and so was I enjoying the moment, kissing him again… And stroking his cheeks.

“A ribbon. Look at it," I said with a grin.

I knew what he would see as he leaned. He would see the ribbon, and the knot on it with the tiny stamp. A Mars symbol with a cross on it. A signal that was strong and… Tempting.

“You-"

“I got the result. No more shots from me… That's what they said."

That was the confirmation. After a long and tedious attempt to masturbate myself in a container, a few days ago, I managed to spurt inside a watery shot. And got the confirmation: whatever I was shooting was too weak, and in such a small amount, I was effectively sterile.

Norbert had been wanting this, nagging me about it, mocking me and my pitiful cumshots when he milked my cock in the moment.

At that instant, he beamed with joy and covered my neck with kisses. He suckled on the scales, licked them, played with them… Until, well, there was no point in fighting it. I stopped the strokes and held him in my arms as he seemed hellbent on kissing me everywhere, only stopping at my chest.

“Your gift is the best. Better than mine," Norbert finally said, chuckling.

“Yours?"

He chuckled… No, he was giddy. I didn't move as he approached, and well… Went for a kiss. His tusks brushed my mouth this time as I was forced back… Back until I was on my back, knees, and ankles on the sofa. My knees were hurting from the pressure but I said nothing, nor fought the kiss that was forceful and invading my mouth.

I let Norbert explore and savor… before he let it go and had his hands tracing circles on my belly.

“I had papers, and a ring for a proposal-"

“What?" I said, scoffing. Then, coughing in surprise. That fitting cough seemed to have lasted a few seconds because I had tears in my eyes when I was back to Norbert. “Really?"

He nodded: “Alan… I know it's fast. But I have known you for so long… I want to be with you. You are the only girl I've stayed with. You're the only one making me happy ever since the divorce."

I scoffed again, shaking my head a bit. The tears continued even though, there was no cough.

“Norbert. You're… So stupid," I said, laughing nervously, yet feeling excited as he was back to being handsy, at exploring my genitals, playing with them as he was overbearing me with his weight.

“I know. I'm a stupid man who fell in love."

I passed a finger over my right eye, wiping a tear as I tried to mouth an answer… A solution. Anything that could deter him from continuing.

“I'm still studying. And… Well. You know what it is."

“I don't need more children, and you can still study. At home. Or… Stop it, I'll take care of you."

“That's not enough. I…. What about Thomas? What do you think will be his opinion? We've been hiding this under his nose!"

I stammered, each word coming more arduous. I couldn't resist.

“He will understand. If he has to be angry, he can be angry at me for forcing this secret. Please…. Tell me yes. Tell me you'd love it. You want to marry me!"

“Yes! Of course! Of course I wan-"

Before more could be said, there was another kiss.

And more handsy fingers going over my plushy body. Playing with it, touching it, massaging it. I was molded by that man, and under his touch, I was melting. I moaned and sighed, letting him go for another slew of kisses that stole my moans and breaths.

“That's all that matters. We will be together," he said.

“And the de-"

“Tomorrow."

Tomorrow. Tomorrow rang true to me and stole all the answers. I was afraid, I was terrorized, I was stunned.

But I wanted it as much as Norbert did, and so I gave in, passing my hand on the Boar's scalp, scratching it as his kisses descended along the breasts, along the belly, along my lower belly, along… My cock he sucked on for a second before he had his nose breathing against my balls, smelling the fruity perfume I employed.

“You're a girl, now. Through and through, and mine," he said… His hands went over my hips, my posterior… And he seemed to retire. Enough to let me straighten my sore back and smile back.

“I… Guess that's right."

A moment of doubt and silence remained, but… Finally, I stood up. I stood, went before him as he remained seated, and I went on his lap. His cock was still stiff and excited… My hole was exposed by the lack of panties. And my tail lifted, wrapping around his chest, while I had his tip going… Going for my cunt.

He guided and helped me. I led and stroked him.

Even with our lust, we worked in tandem to make this moment an opportunity for us both. I didn't resist, I didn't fight as I bit my lips and descended… His cock was back inside me, like he always did. And… Well, as his tip brushed my prostate again, I felt the tremor of excitation going to my brain.

“- It!"

I blinked. I certainly blanked while he said something. His hands had moved to my chest. Even my body and posture had been shifted further back so I reclined on Norbert. Moreover, he had spread my legs. He beamed with glee, like when he had a new idea he HAD to try.

“Wh-at?" I asked.

“Let's announce it. Let's announce to Thomas and your Dad we're engaged."

“Su-Sure," I said. I thought he meant tomorrow.

He didn't mean tomorrow.

“Exia! Turn on Wassup and call Son!" shouted Norbert. My eyes widened as the match turned off. Silence. No more noises except for our breathing and the squelching noise from my hole trying to slow down Norbet's progress inside me. I couldn't resist that man much, not even at that moment.

“Are you certain?" I asked, saliva dripping from my lips and more when he thrust… And hit my prostate. Even my cocklet bounced off.

“Yes! I want him to know! Now!"

“Bu- Hrmphh"

I couldn't resist his affection and perversion. He kept thrusting, making my softy ass bounce on his lap while he fondled me. His fingers pinched and tugged on the barbell while the television screen went black, replaced by the cyan logo.

Then… Son. The word appeared in big letters while I tried to remain silent.

One beep. I shivered.

Two beeps. I mumbled: “Maybe he's busy."

Three beeps. And…

“Hiiiii! Sorry, Thomas's busy!"

“Hey Richard! Sorry, I have a big message for my son. He's with you?"

I was silent. Not only did Norbert call Thomas… But it was my Father who answered. Moreover, I heard faint moans in the distance, and the sound of… Clapping.

I was not stupid, but I was keeping quiet. I tried to hold my breath, to steady myself… Even when the hands were still fondling me.

“Huh… Yeah. But we're veryyyy busy. Can it wait?" asked my Father, his voice ragged.

“It could. But since you're together and fucking, it might be better if I show it to you."

“Uh… Well. Another of your hook-ups?" laughed my Dad. “Ok. Hit me."

“Put on the speakers!" shouted Norbert, then looked at me, pointing at a nearby remote. “Grab it for me."

I didn't say a thing, though I wanted to. I reached for the remote while my Father, less adept with technology, must have been fighting with the phone from his grunts. The moans continued, but slower, and some harsh whispers could be heard but not understood.

“Here! So… What do you have to say to us, Norbert?"

“Do you see the screen?"

“Yes, Norbert, I can see it!"

“Perfect… Well, I'm finally engaged!"

“Oh! That's Gr- Ohh!"

As Richard, my father, was about to ask the big question of who it was, the camera atop the television turned on. I saw ourselves in the bottom right corner of the TV… And I looked like a mess. A failure of an Allosaurus. My body had those scales, black and red, all over, like ridges, but everything had been… Smoothed. Made soft. Even my horns had been trimmed, though I made it appear like a fashion change.

But it was clear, with all the modifications from Norbert, it was to make me look girly.

“Hi, Alan!" shouted Norbert, grinning.

“Wait? Is this Alan? Is that you?" shouted Thomas through the phone, his voice clear.

I was red-faced, ashamed, getting fucked by Norbert who was resuming his penetration. And I couldn't tell anyone it was wrong. Or tell Thomas it was not what he thought. I was his Dad's bitch, and it was written all over me.

“Hi… Thomas. That's… Hmm. I'm sorry about… Tonight."

“Ah! Don't worry, we were starting ourselves!" shouted Richard, smiling. “Hey… Thomas. Should we show him, too?"

“What?" I mouthed to Norbert, who grinned.

Grinned further when the screen, filled with the cyan logo, finally lit up with a different sight than I expected.[I]

[/I]The first face I saw was Thomas.

He was not so pleased. Or so angry. Or anything. Truth was, he looked almost despondent as he was on all fours, with the phone held away to show his face. He looked like his Dad, another boar. But his fur was clearer and his traits softer, a bit more pudgy than his Dad. Saliva caked his expression, his face, as he had his hands grabbing the sheets while he was being pounded.

Only then did I glance up, away from Thomas' face. And toward Richard.

Contrary to me, my Father's scales had always been brighter and clearer. I must have taken this darker hue from my Mother. And contrary to him at that moment, I was thin. He was strong, muscular, bearing a large belly that pressed on Thomas' held-up-posterior while he fucked the younger Boar.

Finally, I returned to Thomas, who looked ashamed, red-faced… Yet excited.

“Enjoying my Son's cunt, you bastard?" asked Norbert, gripping my cheeks to lift them, forcing me to lift my legs like a cheap whore.

“Enjoying my Daughter's ass, you cunt?" retorted Richard with a laugh. A shared laugh as Thomas and I were seeing each-other, miserable, and fucked by our Dads, swapped.

Yet, it felt good. Exciting as I had Norbert's cock pressing against my prostate, milking me… Squeezing it until my cocklet started to leak all over my balls. My mouth dropped, my surprise unfeigned, as I had my body move and be recorded by the TV's camera.

I whined, too, as Norbert proved he was the strongest between us two. He lifted me like I was feather-weight, making me bounce on his humongous balls and powerful thighs. Already was he starting to leak precum all inside my ass. He was always that way, so profuse, so generous, so… Stuffing. I couldn't fight it, I couldn't stop it as I was getting my ass marked by my Daddy's cum.

He rubbed his muzzle against my neck until I turned to look above my shoulders, and he was out, kissing me… So I would make out with him in front of his son, who was moaning and crying out loud, probably reaching his climax.

Was Thomas excited to see me like so? I don't know…

But I was. I was somehow excited as Norbert fucked me and growled, speaking with my father.

“So you're engaged. Maybe Thomas and I should do it, too!"

“Again stealing my ideas?" growled Norbert, chuckling while he sucked on my neck, the other way, enjoining me to tilt my head away… To let him cover my soft scales with swelling hickey.

“I've been wanting it. Your son's cunt is so greaaaaat. And he's always wanting more. Is that right, bitch?"

“Y-Yes," mumbled Thomas, his expression breaking. His eyelids closed, his jaws clenched, then… Everything relaxed as he opened his mouth and let saliva drip all over the sheets. Yet, Thomas begged. “Mo-More."

More… More as he was lifted like a mere doll by my father, manhandled and forced into a kiss until Thomas, too, ended up on a lap. He kept his fingers on the phone despite the camera becoming blurry. But then, the vision was on the couple. On my father with his gray scales taking my best friend's ass… And my best friend, smiling stupidly while the camera was on his belly, on the fur dyed pink to show a dinosaur's face. And his cage cock, a tiny black spot atop his swollen balls.

White dribbled from that caged tip, from that cock… And I couldn't stop watching this while Norbert pushed me to another kiss, making me bounce.

My moans, my worries, my thoughts. Everything was to slip away as my daddy was using and abusing my cunt. It ached, it burned… But it felt good to have my worthless prostate squeezed and massaged until more watery precum and cum was milked from me.

I didn't climax, not yet. I was getting close to it, to a whole different type of orgasm I wanted. One, I desired as Norbert's movements went faster and faster.

I couldn't stop… I couldn't halt myself as I trembled, heeding less and less the banter between our dads. They bickered, laughed, pointed fingers. They called one another copycat, spoke of their slutty sons, of the failures we are.

The sounds drowned under the clapping cheeks and heaving breaths, under the moans Thomas and I shared while our pathetic cocks dribbled. Mine in clear fluid, his with such a sticky and profuse cum, he must have been wearing that cage for long.

It is a shame I hid the truth from him. It was also a shame he hid the truth from me.

Yet, I couldn't get mad…. Not when the thoughts were pounded out of me by Norbert's wondrous cock, as I was forced into another sloppy kiss with my sugar daddy. My eyes started to roll, and even my vision of the television began to fade away.

Then… From what I remembered, it was… Dark. Blankness. My thoughts were not my own that night as I finally reached the climax. And another. The pleasure was so intense, I must have fainted at one moment. But during that blissful moment, I was warm. Inside and outside, warmed by my Daddy's hands and cock and mouth. I was his toy, he was my everything.

His laughs, his mockery, his fingers pointing at me, the details. I could make some details from it. But nothing worth telling as he gloated with my father on how he broke me… Made a bitch out of me.

And I… Nodded.

No. I confirmed it when I came without a touch, merely with my prostate teased.

In that moment, in that sole moment, I ejaculated like a male. My cock was barely hard, but a translucent shot went away and landed on the carpet. One single shot as my balls were pulled.

Finally… It was done. Norbert was not and he kept teasing me, poking and pinching my clitty before my father who kept calling Thomas' ass a cunt.

For… What felt like hours, they kept at it. Kept exchanging, kept bantering while I was almost out. And Thomas, too.

From what… Thomas told me, I looked gone. My jaw was open, my eyes blurry, and my mouth drooling all over the sofa.

He told me how exciting and shameful it was to see me so broken, reduced to a doll for his father to fuck and abuse. He told me, too, that he would have wished to know this side of me before that day. But at the same time, he wanted the same to happen.

We were not our Dads' sons. We were their fags, not yet touched and broken. They waited for us to be adults, to be able to make our choices and maybe change our ways before they picked us. But in the end, we were fags from the beginning… And that was the truth.

This is the truth.

A truth I see every day whenever I am in front of our bedroom mirror.

After that day, after Norbert and Richard pounded a few more orgasms out of us, things changed fast. We pulled from the academics, getting engaged together in a sort of shared ceremony with our families united. It was not a public ceremony, only a select few were authorized.

Only a select few were allowed to see our husbands fucking us and were abused in our gowns: Norbert with my balls rinsed with chemicals. Mine banded.

We became their wives, and our fingers were adorned with their rings, becoming theirs as we formed a big and strange family.

I got my teeth permanently trimmed, most of my feathers plucked and removed. I got a few definitive tattoos by inking the underneath of my scales. I got bigger nipple rings, one at the end of my clit and constantly hitting my empty scrotum.

My hole… Well, it is written on my ass it belongs to my Daddy.

I belong to him.

I try not to think about it too much.

Again, I watch myself in the mirror to see my changed self. No longer the young Allosaurus who wanted to climb to the top in football or to have a cushy job. I'm a trophy wife, happy to be used daily.

And I step away from the bathroom, with nothing to cover me.

Our routine… Is different.

We all moved together into a grand house with one single bedroom for all of us. We have separated bathrooms, between men and fags, but overall we live together. We are together, and I see that in my Father's presence, sitting naked at the kitchen table. The breakfast had been prepared and put together.

“Thanks for the breakfast," I say while glancing at my Father with his tiny glasses atop his muzzle, munching on a toast while reading a brochure in one hand. All the while, he is mindlessly playing with his phone.

He doesn't answer, probably thinking about our next outing.

He and Norbert have since opened a consultancy firm together, the business has boomed, and they're practically retired, except they sometimes have to travel to fancy places.

Thomas and I follow along; we are expected to be around if they have needs.

Even now, as I approach my Father. I grip his muzzle in a kiss while he's focused on the brochure.

“Morning."

“Mhhnorning," he answers after a sloppy kiss, his eyes still on the brochure about a cruise. Something big and fancy. I still kiss him, as expected… And grip the phone from him. He doesn't complain, and his freed hand goes on my posterior, pushing between the crevice to adjust the plug firmly lodged inside.

“Keep it tighter. Norbert is anal about it," grunts my Father, his legs moving out of a sudden while a moan escapes from under the table.

I check the settings, finding them at the tamest option. Then I crank them up, hearing another deep and more excited moan as I sit down.

One change and I return the phone to my Father: “You're such a tease with your wife."

Father, who hasn't even removed his fingers from my ass or not stopped playing with my plug. Still… I try.

I prepare the toasts, apply a hefty dose of butter and jam. I pour a glass of juice, fill a plate with what remains of the pancakes. Then, I spray everything with maple syrup.

My hands tremble, my breath is shaky… And so are my feet as I squeeze and hit, stealing moans from under the table.

“That's where we'll go next?" I ask, trying to control myself as I keep preparing that part of the breakfast: tiny apple cuts. I remove the seeds and put them all next to the plate. There's nothing left to take. Bacon and eggs, I won't touch them for the moment.

“If Norbert's fine with it. It's an adult-only cruise. They have strict safe zones, but it'll be free-balling most of the cruise… Not for you, though," chuckles my Father, removing his fingers and letting me catch my breath before I finish everyth-

“Morning, Honey."

Daddy's voice.

My heart flutters, my foot stomps down, my breath quickens. And my body's getting fondled by those hands. Hands I love, hands I care for, hands I touch carefully. I don't want to mess with my newly painted and manicured nails.

“Hey, Daddy. How was your night?"

“Perfect with my favorite wife near me," answers Norbert, his hands guiding me into a kiss before he pushes me to leave my seat, and he takes it instead.

Like my Father, Norbert is free balling. Unless we have guests, there is no reason for him to hide. Or to remove his perfect malehood from me.

In an instant, like taught, I slip under the table to join Thomas.

His body has changed; the hormones and treatment have done wonders to give him the curvy body so he can be my Father's wife, too. Yet, Thomas has kept his nuts. Even though they are oversized, constantly churning with sterile cum he can't stop himself from cumming.

Between us… I don't know who has it the worst.

But I know, as I slip on one of the installed vibrating dildos under the table, we are in heaven.

Each son… Each wife working on our Daddies' cocks, sucking them off as they're planning their next trip with us.