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The young ninetails—coat the color of black smoke—paused in a hallway of the Absuleah Academy. The pit gnawing in her stomach matched only by the itching in her loins. Ashe reached into a satchel around her front with her muzzle and pulled out a metal collar with runes inscribed on its inside. Once worn, it would put its victim in a hypnotic trance where every demand met brought on a wave a pleasure. They were tools of slavery recovered from the dungeon of one of Valluenus’s keeps.

Ashe had been told to put the collar on before meeting her father, Professor Alexander, in his office. He would, of course, take advantage of her and use her body as he saw fit. The thought of which made her guts squirm with a humiliating swirl of anticipation and anxiety. She held the collar in her paws, furtively glanced about to make sure the halls were still clear. Fortunately, on a weekend it was unlikely anyone would be around to see her.

She slipped it over her neck and cinched tight the lock, triggering the enchantment on the collar and causing a jolt of heat to shoot through her body. Ashe felt her vision narrow to a tunnel, her hearing felt altered, and her nostrils couldn’t help but twitch at the sharp scent of her own arousal, which felt magnified now. She swallowed the urge to curl around and lick her sex to relieve the itching pressure coming from it.

Instead, Ashe began walking, tails folded tight around her rear, keenly aware anyone who entered the hallway now or later would smell her arousal. She tried to move quickly to her father’s office, but her limbs wobbled and felt as though they might collapse beneath her at any moment. At least until she reached his door, panting, she knocked and heard an immediate, “Enter.”

At an order, her limbs moved with ease and focus. She stepped inside her father’s office, which he kept clear of traditional couches and chairs, opting for cushions and a desk of a height for the big mightyena. He shut the book he read and got up. “Good, you’re here.”

He scented the air loudly.

“Rrrr,” Alexander licked his chops and went to the window by his desk, shutting it before he said, “I want this room to stink of what we’re doing, so I can smell it later and remind myself of what you are.” He trotted to Ashe’s side, her head barely coming up to the mightyena’s shoulder. He circled around her and said, “Eternatus you are such a fine specimen.” He grabbed her jaw with a paw and made her look up into his red eyes. “This pink haze around your pupils is quite fetching. It makes me think of all the things I’m going to do to you.” He released her and said, “There’s no reason to hide your need, daughter dear. Lift your tails for me, pet, let me see it.”

Normally Ashe would whimper and do this reluctantly, but the collar made it a joy to follow orders. Her tails lifted high and curled back around over her back, leaving her plump, swollen labia on full display. Her dark, puffy cookie winking as the simple act of obedience flooded Ashe with dopamine. Her whole body felt more and more sensitive, that even just his shoulder brushing her tail as he circled around to her backside made Ashe shiver and drool.

“You’re absolutely dripping. We’re you that excited for this?”

“Yes…” Ashe said a little vacantly, but the answer didn’t feel good enough, or rather the need to please, to serve as good as she could, that urge swelled up inside her throat and she admitted, “I’ve wanted to wear one of these since I saw what it did to other pokemon.”

It was something she hadn’t told anyone. Embarrassed and ashamed to think that way about something she witnessed firsthand being used to enslave and traffic pokemon. But it had captured her imagination: the idea that such a simple tool could utterly change who someone was, make it easier to accept things about her life: like that her father didn’t need an Obedience Collar to use his daughter as he pleased.

The mightyena laughed and said, “Is that why you’re so much wetter than you usually are?”

“Yes.”

“Were you excited, coming here knowing you’d be like this?”

“Scared.”

“Scared?”

The words she would normally never tell her father came out of her naturally as reciting a recipe for dinner: “Scared you’d keep me this way.”

“Heheh, is that so. What do you think of having to wear this all the time?”

“I’m scared I’ll end up liking it the more I wear it. That I eventually won’t want it taken off.”

“I’m actually enjoying this honesty from you. Better than your usual weasling and lying you like to do.” Ashe would have protested that if she could. Instead, she silently kept her tails hiked. Alexander moved closer, dipped his muzzle down so he was snout to spade. His nostrils flared and he growled, smelling her need that close. He said, “Tell me what you actually think of me.”

For once, Ashe leapt on the impulse to speak. She did not want her father knowing that—then his tongue lapped at her spade, and Ashe moaned, body aching for release. And release didn’t come from her father’s tongue licking up all the nectar leaking from her labia. Release came from obedience. She whimpered and moaned, back half shuddering as she said, “I h-hate you for what you’ve done to me. I’m scared of you, but you’re too, hah, hot. I hate that I can’t say no to you, that my body enjoys what you do to it.” The words came, and then Ashe did, her father’s lips now pressed to her spade, tongue wriggling around in her snug vent. She gushed into his maw as he hungrily ate her out. Her orgasm being drawn out, limbs wobbling, tails twitching as she tried her best to keep them upright. Never before had she cum so quickly—whole body a lightning rod to the thunderstorm of pleasure the collar drove into her.

Alexander lapped up her labia one final time before pulling away and licking his chops. He said, “It’s hard to hear all that, knowing how much I love you, but clearly there is just room for you to grow. Someday, you’ll come to understand everything we did for you.” He circled back around to her front, and Ashe’s senses were assailed by the sharp, clinging, metallic odor of his cock. The pungent musk of his arousal on full display in front of her. He sat down before her, massive canine cock pointed right at his daughter. “Lay down,” he ordered. She did, another rush of pleasure surging through her body.

“Crawl to me,” Alexander said.

Pussy twitching, tails still lifted, Ashe crawled across the floor until her snout nearly touched the dripping shaft. The shock of strong musk, the pungent scent of precum, mixed with the more earthy, acrid odor of his fat nuts resting on the hardwood floor. Ashe panted in front of it, pussy winking as the scent of her father’s loins just made the heat in her body all the worse. “How do you like my scent?”

“Mmmf, I love it.”

“You love my body, don’t you?”

Ashe hated it. Hated how she’d been groomed to be her father’s pet. Fought again to keep the truth from being spoken, but then Alexander’s fat shaft throbbed and spurted precum across her muzzle. She whined and said, “Y-yes.”

“See? Halfway there already,” he said before scooting closer. He lifted his cock up with a forepaw then let it fall and thwap across Ashe’s muzzle. Cock slimy with precum, he rubbed it on her face and said, “This is actually a good problem for us to have, pet.”

Ashe could barely pay attention, too distracted by the heavy, throbbing member smearing its fluids and scent into her fur.

“See, I want to know if this collar can affect a pokemon after it’s removed. If commands given while it’s on will still activate when it’s off,” said as he now scooted close enough that his balls were smothering her snout. The acrid scent was too much for her. She broke down and started lapping at the fat, fuzzy scrotum. Those balls big enough she could only lick and worship them one at a time.

“That’s it pet, service the sack that made you,” Alexander said offhandedly, but when it became a command Ashe whined and redoubled her efforts, eagerly lapping up the sweat and musk. She coated those fat nuts in saliva as her pussy freely drooled on the floor and occasionally gushed a fresh wave of fluid.

Alexander said as she continued her worship, “From now on, whenever you think of me, you’ll think about how good I make you feel, and you’ll be eager to see me.”

Utterly enraptured in her sack-licking-stupor, Ashe barely processed what was being said to her.

“You are incredibly grateful for everything I’ve done for you. You love me for the special, unique way you’ve been raised. You take pride in it.”

Ashe’s brain buzzed as those words massaged her psyche. So caught up in her task of worshipping her father’s loins, she didn’t even realize how her skull tingled. The latent fear and anxiety that buzzed beneath the collar’s influence smoothed over, replaced with adoration and lust. Adoration for her special father, who groomed her to be his special pet.

“Open your maw,” Alexander ordered, Ashe obeyed, drooling, tongue lolling from her mouth as she kept her muzzle open. Alexander shifted and placed the tip of his cock on her tongue. Ashe whined, mouth still open wide, as her father ground his glans into her tastebuds. The taste of salty, creamy precum mixed with the sharp metallic flavor of his shaft stewing in its sheath fluids had Ashe on edge again. She could not believe how close she could come to orgasm without doing anything to herself.

“Suck.”

Ashe’s lips closed around her father’s cock and she moaned as she came. Her body shivering and tails juddering as she gushed and spilled across the hardwood floor. Her father’s big, throbbing cock filled her maw with just a third of it. Alexander placed a paw on the back of her head as she humped forward.

“Swallow.”

Ordered as Alexander’s endowment punched into her throat. Ashe accepted the meaty shaft into her throat with relaxed ease, not gagging once on her father’s meat. Cock crammed its way down her esophagus, left a bulge in her neck that pressed tight around the collar as Ashe’s father mercilessly fucked her face. Ashe happily let him use her as tears flowed from her magically altered pink eyes. Each time that canine cock scraped her sinuses and burrowed beneath her uvula, Ashe would swallow and clench her throat on daddy’s glans. She knew from experience how much he enjoyed his tip being stimulated, and the thought of pleasing him filled her with a giddy excitement.

“You enjoy being a good girl for daddy.”

Ashe responded with a moan. Her whole body focused on the dick plugging her throat: how to best contract her muscles, the taste and constant flavor of fresh precum as he leaked in her maw, the intense smell of musk eroding the rest of the world around her.

“Good girls love their daddy, you know. Don’t you want to be good?”

Of course Ashe wanted to be good. She felt ashamed for ever saying what she did to her father. Such hurtful things he didn’t deserve. Not when his rod humped in and out her maw and gave her so much pleasure. In fact, Alexander deserved his daughter’s love. She tried her best to show it by redoubling her efforts to suckle and nurse on his shaft.

“Eternatus… having you like this…” He thrust his shaft up to the knot, which ground against her lips. He held her in that spot, his cock throbbing inside her. “That’s daddy’s little girl. Hold your breath. You’re daddy’s so close pet, can you feel him throbbing?”

She could, and her own pussy clenched in anticipation for his load. She sucked hard and swallowed around his shaft. Her breath held, chest tight.

“I’m, hah, going to cum, and when I do I want you to cum, too, pet,” Alexander said. He began working his hips in shallow thrusts. Alexander’s cock pumped her throat, glans pressing up against the collar around her neck, the pressure of that cinched metal band squeezing down on her father’s shaft just enough to set him off. He snarled and pulled back, his glans now wrapped tight in the seal of her lips as she watched his balls leap. Her own convulsions started before that first jet of seed spilled across her palate. Her tastebuds drowned in thick, gooey globs of semen that she quickly had to swallow, her own body rocked with immense pleasure. She gulped down wave after wave of seed from her father, trails of cum drooling from the corner of her lips as she swallowed and suckled obediently: a rain-starved plant getting its first taste of water in weeks.

This was what she needed to feel whole: servicing her father like an obedient pet.

Alexander pulled his cock free as the last few globs drooled from his tip. Ashe’s half-lidded pink eyes stared up at it hungrily until he said, “Stand for me, pet.”

Quaking, Ashe managed to get up.

“Now tell me, do you still hate me?”

“I…” she felt confused by the question. Had she hated him? “No…” she eventually said.

“Will you love me like you should if I remove this collar?”

“I don’t know…”

“Hmmm, then we should implant more suggestions.”

“Yes, daddy.”

He said, “Very well, what do you think of the courtesan you clearly love—Kypha was her name.”

“Kypha is very important to me. I trust her to take care of me.”

“And you love her.”

“Yes.”

“Then my order, dear pet, is you think of me the same way as Kypha. Trust me to take care of you, to know what’s best for you.”

“Yes… daddy.”

“That’s my girl. Now go and mount my desk and hike your tails.”

Eagerly, Ashe mounted the desk, resting her chest and front on top of it while her backside remained standing, tails hiked. Alexander climbed on top of her not long after. His still hard, spit-slick shaft pressed into her cookie as Alexander’s bigger body smothered her. All of him so warm and overwhelming. Her mind still swirled with the aroma of his musk smeared on the fur of her head and face. He growled in her ear and said, “Now, what will you think when you see daddy next?”

“Th-that I love him,” Ashe said, stumbling on her words a little as some small part of her tried to fight while she had a moment of lucidity. The humiliation of her next words both exhilarated and mortified her: “Daddy knows what’s best for me and I can trust him to take care of me.”

“I know what you need, pet,” Alexander said as his tip began to push inside her.

“Yes, daddy knows what I need.”

“You need my cock.”

“I need daddy’s cock.”

“I need to be bred.”

“Bred. Breed me,” Ashe babbled as Alexander thrust, cock pushing into her pussy. A gush of nectar spilled around the shaft as it caved in her puffy labia, digging deeper and deeper until the knot ground against her spade and his glans kissed her cervix, a slight bulge in her belly from his shaft.

“Who’s cock do you like more, mine or Kypha’s?”

Another answer Ashe did not want to give. Even if it did not truly matter. Getting fucked by any cock while wearing this collar would make for the best cock she ever had. Still, when she said, “Y-yours!” the admission caused a twist of guilt: what would Kypha think if she saw Ashe like this?

“Yours is, mmmmnnn, the b-best cock,” Ashe said again raggedly as her father humped her. Her body stretched nearly to its breaking to accommodate all of his length and girth. Her smaller form made a snug, tight fit for the dick digging in and out her. She could barely stand the immense pressure and pleasure of being fucked while interrogated. Each answered question, each fawning measure of obedience rewarded with another addictive dopamine dump. Ashe currently flooded with euphoria, mind going numb and blank as her father rutted her hard enough now that the desk squeaked and rocked, his balls slapped against her, and that knot mashed her clit into a pulp as it pounded and flattened the bulb. And nectar poured freely from Ashe, her pussy squirting around her father’s cock each time it plowed into her.

“Do you love being under your father like this, pet?”

“Yes daddy—I, ahn, love it,” she whined and moaned as he continued fucking her.

“I bet you’d let me keep that collar on you with how good you feel right now.”

“I… I never want to take it off.”

“Heh, who knew my babygirl craved to be enslaved?” Alexander growled as he kept fucking her. Hips a locomotion machine, pounding in a blur; cock a churn, stirring up those heated walls. This is what she feared most of all. To be so completely caught up in the throes of pleasure that she didn’t care about being her father’s pet. All the past abuse, manipulation, sexual harassment and coercion, normally she would be mortified to feel half as good as the collar allowed her to feel now. What if her father chose to keep the collar on? Who would stop him?

Certainly not Ashe, too enthralled by the waves of pleasure crashing through her broken body. She leaned heavily on the desk, hind legs more held up by her father’s dick than her own muscles. His body crushed into hers, making her feel smaller, more helpless. Then her father shocked her. He moved his forepaws up to the back of her neck, unclasped the Obedience Collar, and stripped it off her with his teeth. He tossed it aside and said, “That’s better,” and hilted himself with a curt thrust.

Ashe panted, confused, dazed. Her spade twitched and clutched at the cock filling it out so deliciously, all that pressure in her loins and core pressing up against sensitive bundles of nerves. She felt spring loaded, ready to catapult into cumming again, and she wanted it, rocking her hips backwards on his knot, trying to tempt him.

But Alexander remained motionless atop her. His lips dipped down to her ear and whispered, “Do you want me to keep going, pet?”

Ashe needed this over with. She already said too much, this was already too much. So, she told herself the best way out was through and said, “Y-yes…”

“Oh, what happened to that enthusiasm from before?”

“Mmmf, please fuck me, daddy,” saying it now without the collar brought a wave of stomach churning humiliation again. But she did need it. She was so worked up, and his cock felt so good when she squeezed down on it.

“I will, if you say you love me.”

This is what he wanted. Not submission to the collar, but submission to him. The thought of which just made her pussy quiver and drool. Alexander keenly understood the difference, and wanted one not the other.

“I… I love you,” Ashe said.

“Mmm, I don’t think you mean it,” Alexander said as he began to slide backwards, his log slipping from her pussy and leaving her achingly empty.

Just before his glans popped completely free Ashe said, “Wait, I mean it, I love you. I love you, so—ahn!” He slammed into her with his shaft, hard. Harder than he had all night. So hard his knot nearly slammed inside her. And she came with a scream. All that pent up need stabbed into an immense release as she squirted around his knot again.

“Say it again.”

“I… I ahn—l-love you,” and as she said it he began to pull out, ramming into her. This time her spade yawned and stretched around his knot. Threatening to suck it in.

“Again!”

“Gods… I love you!”

Plap.

“Again!”

“I love mmph—y-you.”

Plap.

“Again.”

“I love you.”

Another stab of his hips, his glans poking into her cervix, trying to pry it open. “Keep saying it—if you stop, I stop.”

They were just words. It didn’t matter how many times she said it, it didn’t matter if she didn’t feel it. Besides, he was forcing her to do this. She had no choice but to weakly mumble, “I love you…” as he pumped his hips again, her pussy quivering, practically recoiling from the battering it received. “I love you.” The words didn’t matter. She didn’t mean it, she just wanted him to keep fucking her. Keep stoking this heat he worked up inside her. “I love you!” Another thrust, another wave of pleasure. “I hah, love you,” she panted as he thrust again, claws scratching at the hardwood floor and desk as every part of his lower body worked to force that knot inside her. And she wanted it. “I love you, daddy!” She said as he bit down on the back of her neck, massive jaws wrapping around her throat. She was helplessly his. A pinned animal taken advantage of. She should be trying to stop all of this. But she never even tried to tell him to stop. Only another desperate, “I-I love you,” to keep him fucking her, and it began to spill out in an incoherent babble matched by his thrusting:

“I l-love you, daddy… I love nng you. I love you! Daddy I love you! I love—ahn!”

His knot popped inside her, Alexander on top of her growled and rumbled as his bulb filled her out with its crushing girth. Her g-spot smashed and squeezed each time Alexander tugged backwards. His short, shallow thrusting followed as she kept babbling, “I—oh gods—l-love you. I love you! I love you daddy, please cum inside me. Please cum daddy, I need it.” The words spilled from her muzzle much to her own embarrassment, but that sense of humiliation just twisted around to another perverse pleasure. She should be ashamed, but the shame became its own masochistic thrill. His teeth dug painfully into her neck as she continued to babble and beg, “I love you, daddy. I love you, please breed me, knock me up. I need you, it has to be you—”

And Alexander surprised her by releasing the bite on her scruff to say, “Just me, no one else. You love me. You need me. You can’t live without me, without this,” he said with a hard tug on his cock, making her gasp and moan. “Say it. Tell me I’m what you need.”

“You’re what I need,” Ashe said, desperately clenching on his shaft.

“Who do you love more, me or Kypha?”

Ashe did not want to answer this. There was no competition in her mind, but at the same time it felt confused. Did she really hate her father? When Ashe thought about it, there was a sudden fleeting sense of love and adoration, of safety and peace with him. The feelings Ashe felt around Kypha—did she always feel the same way about her father? No, the collar’s influence—

“Well?”

Scared of saying the wrong thing, Ashe said, “You. I love you the most.” This time it did not taste as much like a lie. A part of her did believe it, did believe her father should be safe. Safe serving her father… No, those were thoughts implanted by the collar. If she weren’t careful she would—

“Rrrr, that’s a good girl,” Alexander said as he continued humping her, panting harder now. “Keep telling me you love me.”

“I love you,” she said, over and over again. The words should hold no meaning, but the thing about things we speak, is the more one says something, the more likely one is to believe something, and right now Alexander fucked his daughter into believing something she never wanted to admit. And he fucked her through it, molding her mind the same way her pussy molded into the shape of his cock. Exhausted, ragged from orgasm, and still tense with pressure and itching need, Ashe barely processed the words anymore. “I love you. I love you. I love you.” She just needed him to cum. Needed him to finish with her before she broke down any further.

That’s when he finally said, “I’m getting close, daughter. Daddy’s getting close.”

“Yessss… please daddy, cum inside me. Breed me. Knock me up. I love you. I love you.”

“That’s rrrr-right, y-you hah, love me,” Alexander snarled as he kept rocking his hips, eking out the last few bits of pleasure as Ashe clenched her cervical floor and did her best to milk his shaft. Alexander’s balls jumped against her, she felt that dick throb, the cum surge through the shaft buried in her snug walls, then the eruption of his seed. That blossom of thick, creamy semen filled Ashe with a familiar, soothing warmth. She came again, like she was in heat and this is what she needed to soothe it. She came so hard she yowled as Alexander huffed and growled. The pressure became too great for Ashe, her bladder popped and she squirted again. Pissing all over herself, Alexander, and the desk. Humiliated as her bladder released all over them. The stench of her mark made Alexander chuckle as he continued rocking into her. Each little pump of his hips met with another thick rope of cum. Filling Ashe up until her tummy began to swell with his seed.

He pumped her full, saying as he did, “You, ah, know, if you trained a replacement for me, this could be your new role. A pet for your doting daddy.”

The suggestion simultaneously horrified and aroused her. She couldn’t help but think of Veil taking her place, reporting to her father in this office while she sat under his desk sucking and servicing his cock… all day bathed in that musky scent, awash in the pleasure of worshipping her father’s body.

She simply mumbled, “We’ll, hah, see.”

“Heh, scared or excited?” he asked before nibbling on her neck.

“Does it matter?”

“We can always put the collar back on…”

“Fine… I’m good at what I do, and I want to keep doing it.”

“I’m what you’re doing right now, pet.”

“Sh-shut up. You know what I meant,” Ashe said.

“You don’t need to be embarrassed about wanting to be with daddy.”

Oh, it would not stop her from being mortified about it. Yet in the back of her mind was a new burgeoning affection for him, traces of the collar’s influence.

When Alexander’s knot went down, they separated, Ashe letting her father roll her on her back before eating her messy spade out, skilled tongue drawing another orgasm from the exhausted ninetales. When he finished sampling the combined cocktail of their cum, he climbed over her and drew Ashe into a heavy kiss. Ashe, dazed from the umpteenth orgasm, let her father’s big tongue fill her mouth and sampled the taste of their nectar.

Alexander broke the kiss to say, “I love you, my sweet.”

“I love you, too, father,” this time it did not feel like a lie to say, and Ashe could not tell if it was the lingering influence of the collar, or just exhaustion. It was easier to love her father than to resist him. Which is why she stayed sprawled out on his desk like a piece of meat when he got off her until he said, “We’re done here. Take the collar with you and wear it again when we next meet. I’m still not done testing it.”

Ashe, quietly, took the collar and put it back in her satchel, already anxious about next time. Anxious about how much more damage her father would do to her while she wore the collar. Anxious about how many more times she could do this with her father before she would be utterly broken into his pet. She saw that precipice extend in front of her as she stood before her father now, asking, “Anything else?”

“That will be all, for now.”

She left, pussy aching from the rough rutting. She expected to feel worse, like she usually did after meeting her father, but this time she walked with a little strut she didn’t even notice at first. That change probably scared her more than anything, but she felt helpless to stop him. She would wear the collar again, and if he twisted Ashe to be more under his paw, there was nothing she could do to stop him.

And now a small voice in her head that had not been there told her she should be excited and looking forward to seeing her father again. After all, she loved him most of all.