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“Tch... what the fuck is this? Some roleplay shit you wanna try?”

“Ugh... it's your school uniform. And watch your language...”

It was attire both recognizable in its style, yet powerful in its presence. A golden-brown blazer over top a white button up shirt with a black tie, a golden-brown plaid skirt that would come down to a girl's knees, and a white socks that would reach up to her thighs. And on its chest like a badge was an insignia, that being a golden bell with a city landscape upon its reflection. This? This right here? This was the uniform of Bellview Academy.

This was the uniform of her new school.

She held it by its hanger, and lifted it up in the air. Before her was the window in her room, which shot rays of light out that illuminated her uniform. From the blouse to the skirt, to the blazer to the tie, not one aspect of these clothes were lacking. And hanging out of the chest pocket of the blazer was a tag, one she tugged out.

B89 W56 H84 cm. Her measurements.

“What the fuck, Dad...?” she muttered whilst turning around, “You got my measurements down to the exact centimeter? What? Were you measuring me in my sleep or something? You creepy pervert...”

Her name was Patricia Gray, though everyone called her Piper. She was the daughter of world-famous author Russell Gray, and her personality was just as morose as the color of her last name. She was your typical young adult, with her indifferent expressions, her apathetic responses, and the fact that she almost always had her nose stuck into her phone. Her mannerisms were at odds with her eyes, which were the brightest pair of blue eyes you'd ever see.

Oh, yeah, and she's also a feline anthro. Just so you know.

Her fur was jet black, her hair was black too and tied into braided pigtails, and she almost always – always – had a cigarette on hand. Although, she was trying to transition into vaping more than smoking. Whether that's an improvement or not is yet to be seen.

Something else unique about Patricia? She's having sex with her dad.

Russell Gray was a lot of things, being most famous for his stories. A master of sci-fi and thrillers, he had beguiled many with his tales of political espionage and murder among the stars. For the past ten years he has been divorced from his wife, with his daughter – Patricia – living with her across the country. That all changed earlier this summer when – out of the blue – Piper moved to live with him.

You'd never really know that Russell and Patricia were father and daughter. Not just from the way they acted around one another, but from the way they looked. Piper was a full-on feline beastkin, with her jet-black fur and bright blue cat eyes. Russell meanwhile was 100% human, with no fur of any kind to speak of. But if you needed absolute proof that they were parent and child, well, his hair too was jet black, his eyes too were blue, and he also had a similarly morose personality as his daughter. Maybe he wasn't as dry and indifferent... but he was close.

That last name was apt for the both of them.

One week. It wasn't even one week before they were entangled in this taboo relationship. Russell spent some time trying to justify it to himself. What they did that night was wrong on so many levels, and he should be eternally ashamed of himself for having done it. He wouldn't blame Piper for hating him for what they did, and, dammit, he hated himself for doing it too!

But that didn't stop them from doing it again, did it? Not the second time, or the third time, or the fourth time after that. Making matters worse, the more they had sex, the less he began to see her as his daughter.

His first justification for their actions was to think of her like she was a stranger. But she wasn't really a stranger to him anymore, was she? She was something else. She was his...

Ugh...

“Piper...” Russell mumbled, his expression falling flat as he leered at his daughter, “I did not measure you in your sleep. I got your measurements from your mother; they were taken from your last check up. So unless your body's changed significantly from before you moved with me, these measurements should be accurate...”

“Tch... and now you're calling me 'fat'?” said Piper as she dropped her uniform on her bed, “You fuck your daughter and then you have the nerve to insult her body? What kind of father are you?”

“Ugh...”

Russell palmed his face and shook his head as annoyance grew within him. Piper meanwhile allowed a rare smile to adorn her lips. Was it at his expense? Well, everything she did was at his expense. But did that make him feel better? In some odd way? Yes. Seeing Piper smile – even if it was because she was teasing him – was enough to bring a hapless smile to his face as well.

Ever since their relationship with one another grew sexual, things between them have been... well... unique, to put it lightly. Russell wasn't going to call their relationship a typical father and daughter relationship, but he wasn't going to say they didn't recognize their positions as father and daughter. For one thing, if he only saw her as just some 'sugar baby' (her words, not his), then would he provide her school uniform like she was doing now?

Well... maybe if that 'roleplay' comment of hers was anything to go by.

“Look, Piper,” said Russell as he laxly rubbed the back of his head, “You're a senior now. While moving over with me may have disrupted whatever learning you were doing in Oceanside, you're still going to be going to college next year,” he then paused as he raised an eyebrow at her, “You will be going to college... right?”

“Hm? Don't know,” Piper replied sarcastically... though with how gray her voice was, it was difficult to tell if she was actually being sarcastic, “I just might stay at home all day. Why bother going to college and learning when dear old Daddy can do everything for me? All I need to get on my knees and--”

“Heeeeeey... stop that, Piper,” Russell groaned, “I do want you to go to college,” he shook his head, “You can't rely on me forever.”

“Why...?” asked the feline laxly, “Planning on vanishing again or something?”

Russell didn't respond to her statement. Instead, his face fell flat and he leered at his daughter. She gazed back at him with an equally as morose stare, even crossing her arms in a show of defiance.

Even though their relationship was 'unique', the scars from the past continued to linger. Piper may not bring up her disappointment in her father's absent nature during her growth, but Russell was smart enough to know that it had affected her. So even though her statement may come off as off kilter to most, there wasn't much he could do to defend himself. He merely sighed and nodded, before shaking his head.

“Piper...” he whispered whilst drawing close to his daughter, causing her to gaze to the side, “You're a brilliant young woman. Going to Bellview Academy and college... well... I'm sure you'll be able to do great things.”

“Ew...” she replied with a dismissive wave of her hand, “You trying to act like my Dad makes me wanna fucking gag...” she shook her head, “But, sure, fine. If it'll get you out of my room, I'll go to Bellview. It'll be a lot less boring than sitting around here all fucking day...”

Turning away from her father, Piper reached over for her nightstand nearby. Resting on it was a carton of cigarettes, which she was quick to pick up. Pulling out one, she put it between her lips and withdrew her lighter, where she lit it up. Russell rolled his eyes; how many times had he asked her to not smoke in their house? And how many times did she ultimately ignore him? All the time, practically.

“When do classes begin...?” asked Piper as she looked over her shoulder towards her father.

“A few weeks from now,” Russell answered, “All of your credits from your previous school will transfer over, so you don't have to worry about any repeat classes or anything like that.”

“Tch... that's good to hear...” Piper mumbled before taking a draw of her cigarette, “Fuuuuuh... haaah... I just hope you don't spend your time alone sneaking into my bedroom to beat off to my panties.”

“Patriciaaaaa...” Russell groaned again, “Do you like saying these things?”

“Somebody has to keep you on your toes, Daddy dearest,” she replied sarcastically before taking another drag of her cigarette, “So if school starts in a few weeks, then I guess that means we'll need to get ready. All those books and shit I need to read. How am I even gonna get to Bellview? It's an academy with these kinky-ass school uniforms, right? I doubt it has buses. Unless... you want me to take public transport to get there?”

“I'm sure we can work something out with other parents and classmates,” he answered, “I know some students drive to the school in their own private cars.”

“Sounds like fucking heaven for you,” Piper remarked, “A bunch of girls in tight uniforms driving to school all alone? I bet you goon to that shit...”

“Goon to... what...?” Russell replied, making her roll her eyes.

“Pha... never mind...”

“Hnm... you are right... we'll need to get everything ready for you at Bellview,” he looked down, “Why don't you try on your uniform... see if it fits you.”

“Yeah right. You just wanna see me prance around in a skirt, you filthy pervert...”

Russell didn't respond to Piper, instead rolling his eyes in acceptance. Her tongue was as silver as her fur was black, and he had long since learned to not try and get into a verbal spat with her. Trying to quell his daughter's nature was like trying to put out fire by adding fuel to it; it's just not going to happen. So he turned around and exited her bedroom, entering into the hall outside.

They were having sex, yes, but Russell wouldn't exactly say their relationship was 'romantic' or anything like that. In a way, their sex was transactional. They had sex less to bond and get close to one another, and more to let out their frustrations. Not just with each other, but with the world as a whole. And from the looks of it, the Grays had a lot of frustrations.

The number of times Russell has exited the shower only to be greeted by his naked daughter, was too numerous to count. There was also that time where she splayed herself on his desk while he was writing. Or that time where she sucked him off in the car when they were shopping at the mall once. She claimed it was just her doing her duties as a 'sugar baby', but he knew better.

Not that he was much better. Piper was sexually aggressive, yes, but she didn't get that hunger from nowhere. As Russell was learning, he too had an incredible sexual appetite. How many times has he gotten aroused when Piper does so much as stretch too long? Or the number of times she's rested on the couch in nothing but her panties or dolphin shorts, with a thin sweat shirt on? Even the scent of her cigarettes was starting to elicit something carnal within her father, though he'd never admit it out loud.

Gah... dammit... he truly was a failure as a father...

And that sense of failure would only grow when the door behind him opened...

Eeaaarrrk.

And the voice of his daughter rang out.

“Hey. Pervert,” said Piper, “Turn around and get your fucking goon bait already...”

“I don't know what... ugh...” Russell mumbled as he turned around.

Piper wasn't the tallest girl around, being only 5 foot 6 inches. However, her body was honed by that feline grace that blessed her with a lovely and spry figure. He had seen her body naked plenty of times before, and in various forms of undress due to how laxly she dressed during the day. So why did seeing her in her school uniform affect Russell so much?

Maybe she was right. Maybe he was a pervert.

Piper's uniform was tied tight to her body, even though he bought it for her specific size. Her skirt came only halfway down her thighs. Thankfully, her socks came up past her knees, but... is it him, or did that make her uniform seem even more appealing? The button up shirt of her uniform was also fixed to her body, flaunting her illustrious figure. And even though her shirt was buttoned up to her neck, one could easily see just how busty the feline was thanks to the great size of her chest! No wonder she had her blazer tied around her waist; if she was wearing it, it would suffocate her!

But most striking of all was Piper's bra. Or, well, specifically the fact that he could see it. Her black bra was visible beneath the white of her shirt. Just barely... but also just enough.

“Who the fuck were you expecting to wear this...?” asked Patricia as she looked herself up and down, “This shit's too fucking tight. Were you trying to dress up a fucking doll or something?”

“I...! I uh...” Russell mumbled back before shaking his head, “I guess... your measurements were a bit off. Hmm...”

“Grrrr... are you calling me fat again...?”

There wasn't a response Russell could make, especially in relation to Piper's... uh... size. Instead, he palmed his face and groaned, before looking his daughter up and down. From the annoyed look on her face to the way her body shifted, Patricia exuded this abrasive air that was damn-near overpowering. And that oppressive and rough exterior only increased as she drew closer and closer.

“Well, Daddy, what the fuck are you going to do about this?” snarled Piper as she poked him in her chest, “Just stand there? Your daughter's school uniform is too tight. I dunno... maybe you should fucking do something about this?”

“Gh... y-yeah... you're right...” Russell mumbled as he dropped his hand, “We can head to the school right now and get you resized. They'll get a new uniform sent afterwards.”

“Tch... that's more like it...” Piper replied as she crossed her arms beneath her... ghh... busty breasts.

Briefly, Russell's eyes traced along his daughter's body. From the socks that were too high, to the skirt that was too short, to the button up shirt that flaunted her bra beneath it; this uniform served to draw even more attention to Piper's body. Even the way the feline shifted her weight from one side to the other caused her body to grow even more attractive, making his heart race.

And causing Patricia to look up at him.

“The fuck are you doing, Dad?” she growled, “Getting horny cuz I'm in this dumb fucking uniform? I knew you bought it too tight for me on purpose...” turning to face him fully, she extended her arms out, as if coaxing him in for an embrace, “C'mon. Do it then. Pound me into my bed like the perverted ape you are.”

“That's...! Not what...!” Russell said... and failed to lie, “I mean,... ghh...”

“The hell is wrong with you?” asked Piper as she tilted her head, “Why do you keep acting like we aren't fucking? You've already indulged in your terrible nature; there's no point in trying to be normal. So...”

Bringing up her hand, the feline curled it in the air, as if gripping something... phallic in shape. She then began jerking that invisible phallic object back and forth, while her tongue slithered from her mouth. Lashing it in the air, she taunted her father further, and she did it all without a smile or even a lustful glint in her eye. Patricia appeared downright indifferent, if not bored, even as she performed such a lewd gesture.

And when she spoke...

“Come on, Daddy~”

“Glk...!”

Her tone was youthful and horny; like a bitchy brat who knew exactly what she was doing. And it was that look on her face, that tone in her voice, and that gesture she performed, that caused Russell to break down.

Piper was right: he was a terrible father.

Clink! Dink!

“Tch... that's what I fucking thought...”

The cat's eyes trailed down her father's body, watching as he undid the buckle of his belt, and soon after, its button as well. Dropping to her knees, she got down before him, while her apathetic blue eyes looked him in her face. He watched – just briefly – as her expression twitched slightly in a few areas. As if she was tightening her face to give him an abrasive glare.

Bringing up her hand, she palmed his crotch, feeling the steady thickening of his member through his slacks. Russell grunted as he felt the touch of her delicate fingers, as well as the firm grasp she could put behind it. She cupped him, and squeezed his member through his trousers, gently jerking him off to the point that he gritted his teeth and began groaning.

“Hahh... Piper...” Russell moaned, to which her ears twitched.

“You sound fucking disgusting...” she remarked, “Just stay quiet and let me do my thing...”

Delving her hand into his pants, Piper gripped his length, causing Russell to groan. She then pulled out his cock, fishing it from its confides, and exposing it to the hallway around them. His long and thick cock bounced to freedom before the feline; a familiar sight at this point. From the veins along the sides, to the swelling head, and the leaky tip; there wasn't one aspect of her father's penis that she wasn't familiar with.

Nor was there an aspect of his cock that she wouldn't insult.

“Look at this fucking thing,” Patricia said as she leaned his cock along her nose, “Snnnniffff... guh... it smells fucking rancid. Didn't you shower earlier today? Why does it stink so fucking much?” she then pulled back, positioning herself in front of his cock, “Only a shit dad like you would make his daughter suck such a filthy thing,” and her mouth opened up, “Aaaaaawwwww~~~ Nmmph...”

“Mmmph...!”

Patricia's mouth sealed around his cock, sucking him down without hesitation. He felt his length grace along her pearly-white teeth, while her tongue guided him down towards her throat. Lips pursed Piper tightened her mouth around the midpoint of his dick, holding him hostage. Her cheeks then hollowed as she began to suuuuuck.

“Sluuuurrrrrrrrp!”

“Nnmm...!”

Like a powerful vacuum, Patricia drew hard upon Russell's cock, nearly causing him to double over from the aftershocks. It wasn't just her sucking that made him weak in the knees, but her nimble tongue as well. It licked and swirled around his length, traced along his veins, before coming up to swirl around and around the head of his dick. Pleasure raced through every inch of his body, drawing deep moans from him while his mouth hung open. And when he looked down, he saw...

Apathy...

Patricia looked up at her father with a dour look in her eyes. Even with her mouthful of cock, she sucked his dick with the same emotionless she used when on her phone. Her head bobbed up and down, slathering his cock with spit and drool which streaked down his shaft and even dripped down upon the floor. And her tongue? Hah... her tongue.

With each lick and lash of her tongue, she tasted her father. How hot he was. How salty he was. How bitter he was. Not to mention how lively his length was, with how it throbbed, bounced, and twitched within her maw. And the precum too, which oozed on her tongue like a sinful river. It all drew moans from her lips... despite how indifferent she appeared to be.

She would never say it out loud, but Piper loved the taste of Russell's cock. It overwhelmed her mouth in a manner she indulged in, dominating both her sense of taste and smell at the same time. The feline may wear that guarded expression, but her voice was like a window to her true feelings.

“Nmm~ Nmm ~~Mmph~ Hmmm~~~ ”

Her head bobbed faster and faster on his length, pushing down deep enough that her lips kissed his pubic hair. Again and again, Russell felt his dick penetrate Piper's throat, before retreating to the tip; all in one fluid motion. His legs continuing to rattle, he palmed the wall next to him, holding himself upright while he felt a tightening in his balls.

Patricia felt it too, and her eyes swelled briefly like a predator having seen its prey. Bringing up her hands, she placed one upon his balls, fondling him, while her other hand wrapped around the hilt of his cock. Her grip was tight, holding his length in place while she sank down to just under half of it. With a flurry of darting blows, her tongue relentlessly lashed at his cock, causing him to grit his teeth. Straightening up, Russell glared down upon Piper, his gaze meeting her gaze as her rigorous oral assault finally pushed him to the edge.

“Nngghhh...!”

“Nmmph~~~!”

Patricia's eyes closed shut, her face flinched like she'd been slapped. Her father's cock erupted in her mouth, shooting his cum out like the spread of a shotgun. It blasted out in her maw – 'Spurt!' after 'Spurt!' after 'Spurt!' of cum – coating her tongue, her teeth, and her gums in seed.

Hot... virile... musky... nggh...

When Russell's orgasm petered off, Piper slowly pulled off of his length. Her ears twitched, while her tail slid along her back, and her lips draaaaaagged all the way to the tip of his dick... before pulling off completely with a lewd--

Pop!

“Nmmph...”

The feline's eyes reopened... and she looked at her father with that trademark indifference of hers. And she remained seemingly indifferent even as she stood up before him... and swallowed down his cum.

“Gulp... bleh... fucking gross...” Piper bemoaned as she rubbed her arm along her lips, cleaning off any residing spit and cum, “Didn't I suck you off last night? Why the fuck were you so backed up?” she then looked down, gazing at her chest, “Fuck... I got spit on my shirt...”

“Nnm... P-Piper...” said Russell... before he paused to swallow his spit, “Do you want me to--”

“No, I don't,” she cut him off, “I'm fine, Dad. You were the horny one, not me,” she stepped backwards, “I'm gonna change out of this tight fucking uniform. Why don't you put your dick back in your pants and wait for me.”

Thud!

The door closed shut behind Patricia, leaving Russell standing alone in the hall. Cheeks red and eyes closing shut, he groaned against his palm as he leaned against the wall. That feeling of shame; it rose up within him, and caused him to shake his head. But a part of this felt performative. Why? Because he knew it was inevitable that they'd do it again.

“Ugh...”

…

Friends with benefits. That was a term Russell hadn't heard since his college days. And it was just as alien to him then as it was to him now. Like, why would two people who clearly have feelings for one another, not explore those feelings beyond vapid sex? Were they really that afraid of sharing their emotions?

But that's what Piper called this arrangement between them. They were father and daughter, yes... but they were also friends with benefits. So she began saying they were 'family with benefits'. He did not understand how she could be so blasé about such a taboo subject.

Russell's grip on the steering wheel tightened as they drove through Bellcrest's city streets. Next to him sat Piper who – you guessed it – had her phone in one hand, a bottle of vape in the other hand, and earphones in her ears. Face indifferent, the feline pulled up her bottle to her mouth, where she breathed it in.

“You know vaping is just as likely to kill you as smoking, right?” Russell remarked, causing Patricia to roll her eyes.

“Go fuck yourself...” Piper replied as a noxious fog blew out of her nostrils, “I'm pretty sure sucking my Dad's dick'll send me to an early grave, but I don't see you complaining about that shit.”

Now it was Russell's time to roll his eyes. Patricia could so easily be pointed and scathing with her words, jabbing into him with pin-point accuracy. And he hated the fact that he couldn't defend himself because there was nothing to defend. Not only had he been an absentee father for the majority of her life, but now they were actively having sex with one another? What leg did he have to stand on?

But Russell shook his head, dismissing these thoughts. He was still her father, and while they may have also been 'family with benefits', he still had duties to fulfill as her patriarch. If he saw her as only his sexual partner, he wouldn't be driving through the city as he is now, heading in the direction of Bellview Academy.

It was the most esteemed school in all of Bellcrest. To see someone sporting Bellview Academy's prestigious badge upon your chest, is to be royalty among the commoners around you. It was a symbol that you were of the upper crust, and were naturally better than those around you.

It doesn't hurt that the children who go into Bellview Academy were either geniuses or were filthy rich.

Bellview Academy sat behind a gated wall, one whose bars were golden in color, while the walls themselves were black. When it appeared into view, Russell perked up... and Patricia did likewise. Since moving in with her father, he had spoken of Bellview Academy, and how much 'fun' she'd have learning here. He did not mention the fact that a majority of its alumni were humans.

Much like Russell, there were other parents and their students arriving to get their school uniforms. Mothers and fathers, sons and daughters; they all entered and exited through the front of the building, and not one of them was a beastkin like Piper. It caused her to grit her teeth and groan, a sound her father heard.

“Is... something wrong?” asked Russell as he parked their car.

“No. It's fine,” she replied dismissively, “Let's just get this over with...”

Taylor Academy was the name of the school Piper attended back in Oceanside, and it had a similar problem to Bellview. Ie, there was a large number of human students, and a relatively small number of beastkin students. Because of that, Piper had a small friend group of other anthros. Was it silly to not have human friends, especially when her father was one? Yeah, but it was also because of her father that she struggled to make connections with humans in the first place.

They almost always saw her less as a person, and more as someone – something – exotic. Now she was going to go through this process all over again, but without her friends to hang out with.

Fml...

Russell got out of the car first. It took Piper a few moments, but she eventually followed her father. Together, the both of them walked towards the school's front doors, with the cat keeping an indifferent gaze locked on her phone.

“Bellview Academy... is almost always filled with people,” said Russell as he looked over at his daughter, “Whenever I drive past here in the morning, students are flowing in like a river.”

“You drive by here in the morning?” said his daughter, “Wow... you really are a creepy pervert...”

“I don't mean it like that, Piper,” Russell groaned.

His shoulders slumped over and his head dropped. As they entered into the school proper, he wondered what was the best way to extend that proverbial olive branch to her. Ya'know, outside of having angry sex at night. Every attempt to reach some sort of common ground with her always ended in failure whenever that pointed tongue of hers began hurling insults.

But Russell was not blind. When he looked over at Piper, he could see the small trembles in her body. Her face remained apathetic and morose, but her blue eyes were darting around as she took in the décor of the academy. Its main lobby was wide and spacious, with a display case flaunting their many trophies and accolades throughout the years. Several halls extended from the lobby, which all seemed to stretch on for what felt like an eternity. And it all had this golden-brown color, not unlike the color of the school uniform.

Oh yeah, and not to mention the bells. The school's symbol of a bell with a city reflected upon its surface was visible on the floor in the main lobby. Seriously, what is it with Bellcrest and fucking bells? Everything was named bell-something! Bells were fucking everywhere!

“This way,” said Russell as he flashed Piper a genuine smile, “They'll measure you at the school's health clinic. When they're done, they'll put in an order for your uniform and have it sent to our home when it's done.”

“Is it really that serious...?” asked Patricia as she looked back at her father, “I mean... to jump through all these hoops to get me a uniform? Can't they just... I dunno... send us a specific size uniform, instead of getting one custom made?”

“I asked the same thing when I came to get that other uniform,” Russell replied with a shrug of his shoulders, “But that's just how they do things here. Something about... the Bellview uniform being something special and unique for each and every student who comes through these halls. But...” he leaned in, shooting his daughter a cheeky grin, “We both know better. They just wanna get as much money out of our wallets as they can.”

“Heh heh...! Well... this place isn't rich for no reason,” Piper replied with a genuine grin of her own.

It was rare – almost too rare – but in this moment, they both reached a common ground on a subject. And if one were to look at them now, never before would they look so much like father and daughter. It was unfortunate then that this smile would be so...

“Hm? Oh! Mr. Gray!”

Fleeting.

Both Russell and Piper turned when that voice rang out. Behind them, rushing up with a smile on her face was a young woman with blonde hair done up into a ponytail. Someone who couldn't have been any older than Patricia was. She was somewhat tall, so her legs stretched out from the red skirt she was wearing. Her midriff was exposed too, as the button up shirt she wore was tied at the bottom of her chest, unveiling her cute belly-button. The top few buttons of her top were also undone, flaunting her breasts. And to tie it all together, her plump and pouty lips were this cherry-red color, with a few freckles running along her face.

There was something about this girl, something that immediately rubbed Piper the wrong way. Was it how she moved? Her bouncy antics caused her breasts to bounce too. Or maybe it was because of the smile on her face, that was so bright it was infuriating and annoying. Or maybe it was her face as a whole. It was this expression that just said...

I'm better than you.

“Tee-hee! Good afternoon, Mr. Gray!” said this girl as she wiggled her hips before Russell, causing him to smile sheepishly at her.

“Hey, Janet...” he replied, “What are you doing here?”

“What do you mean 'What am I doing here'?” she replied, her hands clapping together as she energetically bounced up and down, “I work here, silly! I'm helping the academy get in order before the semester starts soon! It's required that every student gets a certain amount of community hours in order to graduate. Buuuuuut...” she pouted cutely as her eyes gazed to the side, “I can't remember how many hours we need... I just know I need a lot... hm...” but that pout didn't remain long as she perked back up when her eyes met Russell's, “But you! Why are you here, hmm? Are you helping the school too?”

“Me? No,” said Russell as he shook his head, “I'm here with my daughter.”

“What? Your daughter?” said the blonde as her gaze traveled over towards the feline at his side.

“Yes. This is my daughter. Patric... ia...?”

Russell was used to Patricia appearing morose and emotionless. Ever since moving in with him, she's maintained this air of apathy and indifference, as if she had very little care for anything and everything around her. Even when she was at her most emotional – such as when they were, ya'know, fucking – she emoted very little. No matter how many 'fuck yous' she spouts out, or 'go fuck yourselfs', no matter how scornful she sounds, she reacts very little.

But here and now? That could not be any different.

Piper glared at Janet like she was glaring at a murderer. The complete malice within the feline's blue eyes could trigger heart attacks, maybe even worse. Russell gazed at his daughter with obvious confusion; why was she making such an extreme face? But Janet?

“Wowie! You're Patricia!” said the blonde as she rushed up to the feline, taking Piper aback with how forward she was being, “Like! Wow! I've heard Mr. Gray talk about his daughter before to my Dad, but I never thought I'd meet her! Wowie wowie!”

“Wowie... wowie...?” Piper repeated, confused, “The hell's wrong with you? Are you daft?”

“Hm? What's that mean...?” asked Janet as she tilted her head to the side, “Hmm...? Oh! Oops! I almost forgot to introduce myself!” raising her hand, she placed it on her chest and pushed it out, causing it to bounce a bit too close to Piper's face, “My name's Janet! Our Dads are like besties! Your Dad, and my Dad, and Mia's Dad, all hang out together!”

“The hell are you talking about?” said Patricia through gritted teeth, “My Dad doesn't have any frie--”

“WAAAAAIIIITTT!!!” Piper drew even closer, her breasts now bouncing into Piper's chin, “If our Dads are friends, then we should totally be friends! We could be besties too! We could totally hang out while our Dads are playing golf! Say, what kind of music you like to listen to? We could totally--”

Piper could have sworn the world was spinning around her like a tornado. This Janet girl just talked and talked and talked and talked and talked and talked and talked! There was no end to the river of words that flowed from her mouth! Thankfully for the feline, a voice called from the distance.

“Hey! Janet!” someone called, causing her to turn around, “We could use your help over here!”

“Oh, really?” said the blonde, who immediately dropped whatever 'conversation' she was having with Patricia, “Okay! I'm coming! Just wait for me!” as she began walking off, she turned to face the Grays whilst waving at them, “See ya later, Mr. Gray! See ya later, Patricia!”

“Grr...! J-just call me 'Piper', you blonde bimbo!” the feline shouted, but her snarl seemed to fall on deaf ears.

Janet pranced off, while Patricia fumed with a silent rage. That expression of anger did not subside even when the blonde vanished from view, something Russell took note of. Looking at his daughter and raising his eyebrow, he opened his mouth to speak, but--

“Tch. Let's fucking go...” she growled whilst turning around, “I need a fucking smoke...”

Russell watched as Piper began marching off, an expression of confusion adorning his face. Had something happened? Had he done something wrong? Aside from rare moments, he'd never seen his daughter appear so heated before! Quickly following up behind her, he reached his hand out to grab Piper by the shoulder, but she quickly pulled back.

“Not. Now,” she growled whilst leering at him, “Let's just go get my fucking measurements.”

“Piper... what... what happened?” he asked, drawing another snarl from her lips.

“Didn't you hear me? I said 'Not now', you deaf fuck,” she turned around, “Fuck...!”

With a huff, Piper began marching off, leaving Russell standing there, slackjawed.

“Was it... something I said...?” he mumbled whilst following behind.

The rest of their trip to the academy was as expected. They went to the clinic, and Piper was measured by the school nurse. Indeed, her earlier clothing was too tight for her, as her measurements were different from the measurements given. Putting it lightly, Piper had grown since the last time she was measured. What were her measurements now?

B93 W54 H86 cm. The changes were minuscule, but juuuuuust enough.

They put in an order for Piper's new uniform. It would arrive sometime during the next few weeks. Russell smiled and thanked the nurse for this, but Patricia didn't. And it wasn't because she was being her typically aloof and indifferent self. Instead, she appeared angry, standoffish, and abrasive. Or, well, more abrasive than was typical of her. And whenever Russell looked in her eye, he was met with a scoff, a glare, and a rejection. Again, was it something he said?

“Piper,” he said as they returned to their car, his daughter crossing her arms in the passenger seat, “Is something wrong? You... you know you can talk to me, right?”

“Are you daft or something?” she snarled back as she pulled a cigarette out of her carton and plugged it between her lips, “Just shut the fuck up and drive. Damn.”

Russell opened his mouth to speak, but the 'Flink!' of Piper's lighter silenced him. Bringing it to her cigarette, the feline ignited it and began to smoke, while rolling her window down. Mouth agape, she spewed noxious fumes from her maw, while Russell cranked up the car, and began driving away.

The buildings began blurring by as they drove towards Bellcrest's city limits. Russell felt himself deflate, still worried and confused by Piper's downturn in emotion. He opened his mouth to say something, but he knew his daughter would snarl at him. Instead, he pondered why she acted like this. She got so angry when Janet appeared, but the blonde was merely being friendly. That's just how she was as a person! So why was...

“Eh... fuck it...” Piper suddenly said, cutting Russell's thought short.

He looked over, watching as his daughter flicked out the window the butt of her cigarette. He opened his mouth to warn her against doing such a thing – Bellcrest had strict laws on littering – but it's not like Patricia would care. Instead, his daughter sat back and crossed her arms beneath her chest, glaring forward... before her ears twitched.

“Here,” she said, much to Russell's confusion.

“What?”

“Turn. Here,” she growled forcefully whilst gesturing towards a nearby alleyway, “Turn here. Now... you fuckwit...”

Russell groaned, annoyed by Piper's scathing tone. Did it make him weak how often he bent to her will? He could try and justify it to himself in a matter of ways. What if he denied her, and she decided to go public with their taboo affair? His career would be ruined! What if he denied her, and she ended up hating? Or, well... hating him more than she does now? That was certainly a fear he had, but... no... no no no... no.

Haah...

He couldn't deny Piper because – after all this time, he was in no position to deny her. She was not his daughter; he had proven that himself when they started having sex. Patricia was his daughter by blood, not by anything he had done to prove himself a father. Even after the month they've spent together, and his attempts to forge a true father-daughter relationship, he still felt... lacking.

So Russell obeyed. He slowed down the car, and turned into a nearby alley. They drove down a path of stone and concrete, one occasionally broken by chain-link fences and dumpsters. Coming to the end of the alley, they entered a small area beneath a railroad underpass. One could even hear the Bellcrest's city metro driving overhead.

“Stop the car...” Patricia suddenly said, causing Russell to push on the breaks.

Positioned beneath the underpass, they were cast in shadows. Only the brief glimmers of sunlight through the gapes in the ceiling could be seen, as well as the lights within their car. Confused, Russell looked at Patricia, just in time to come face to face with her blue eyes.

As expected, her face was just as annoyed as her voice. Eyes were in a glare, lips were in a pout, all as she leaned upon the arm rest beneath them. The shirt she wore... he could see how her busty breasts strained against it, creating this ample cleavage that looked him square in the eyes. It caused Russell to tense up, his cheeks even turning lightly red as he quickly brought his eyes back up to gaze at Patricia.

“Pipe...” he whispered, only for his voice to get cut off.

“Tch... you're really pissing me off...” she growled through fangs.

She gave him no time to respond, as her hands, no, her entire body moved forward. Leaning back against his chair, Russell watched as she released his seat belt, causing it to fly off of his body. Her hand then moved forward, drifting between his legs, where she palmed at his crotch. Again he wanted to speak, but a sudden 'Clinch!' of his hands caused him to do nothing more than gasp.

Patricia may act morose, may seem dull, may appear lethargic, but she was a feline, through and through. The moment she saw something she wanted, she pounced without hesitation.

Pouting in annoyance, Piper drew closer to her father, pressing her breasts up to his arm while her hand continued cupping his crotch. Confused by her sensual assault, Russell sat there and panting, while getting lost in Patricia's annoyed expression. Again he opened his mouth to speak to her, to say something. And again he was silenced... only this time in a more forceful manner.

“Mmph!”

“Nmmm?”

He tasted tar. He tasted nicotine. He tasted toxins. But above all...

He tasted her.

Patricia's lips pressed to Russell's, taking him into a kiss. Her tongue wasn't shy nor was it indecisive, as she didn't hesitate to push it into her father's awaiting mouth. Together, their tongues ground against one another, swapping spit and trading moans... while her hand continued fiddling with his crotch.

With deft speed and precision, Patricia undid his belt-buckle, unzipped his pants, and opened his fly. Then she pushed her hand inside, where she gripped his cock hard enough to make him jump. Russell's eyes grew wide – he tried to pull away too – but his daughter would not let him escape. Harder she pushed against him, harder her tongue ground against his tongue, harder she rubbed her tits along his arm... and harder did she grip his cock.

Blood and vitality pumped into his manhood, causing it to swell further and further. Piper felt heat rush into her father's dick, causing it to grow into that impressive rod she had grown accustomed to during the summer.

Tch... stupid fucking penis; why did it have to be so big, so obscene, so... filling? Piper absolutely loathed the fact that of all the penises in the world, her father of all people had a cock that was perfect for her.

Though she'd never say it aloud. Even thinking it was enough to make her gag.

Piper focused on the kiss, focused on grinding and twisting her tongue around with his. Her moans traveled into her father's body, while she gripped his cock like she was handling a bat. At first, she was slow, moving her hand up and down along his penis as she jerked him off. Russell grunted into her maw and pushed out with his chest, but Patricia hugged close to her father, pressing her breasts against him.

Russell was pinned beneath his daughter's bosomy body and her expert skill. He had wondered many times how Piper could be so skilled in lovemaking. How was she so skilled in the art of fellatio, or how she knew how to give such wonderful handjobs. Even the way she kissed him was unlike how he'd ever been kissed in his life!

Gah... to hell with it then...

Russell gave into the kiss, no longer being confused or defensive against it. Reaching over, he grabbed Patricia by the waist, and pulled her over until she was sitting on hips. She didn't fight back, allowing him to maneuver her as he pleased. Her hand didn't leave his cock either, as she continued stroking him again and again and again; from the base to the head with those flawless movements of hers. Her other hand however slipped past her father, where she gripped the seat's adjuster, where with a pull...

Fwuunk!

It fell back, giving them more space to move around in.

Russell laid upon his seat, while Piper pinned him to it. Eyes closed and held titled to the side, she made out with her father, slipping, swirling, and grinding their tongue together in this frantic rush. Patricia ground against her father, pressing her busty bosom up against his flat chest. He felt the swell of her breasts against him, and it coaxed him to bring his hand up to her tit.

Grip!

“Nmmph~! Pop~! Aahnnn...”

Piper pulled back, breaking their kiss as her blue eyes looked down upon him. Despite having just made out with him, her face was that typical visage of annoyance and indifference... even while her cheeks were an intense red.

Saying not a word but panting lightly, Piper stroked his cock off while Russell leaned back in his chair. A deep groan of pleasure left his lips as he watched his daughter wrap both of her hands around his turgid cock, stroking him off desperately, fervently, angrily. Teeth gritted, the feline gave a sound that sounded like a strange mix between a purr and a growl, while the palms of her hands both glided along his length. There was so much force in her double handjob, that it ricocheted through her body, causing her busty breasts to bounce as if she wasn't wearing a bra.

Wait... was she wearing a bra? He couldn't tell...

“Gghnn... aaah... ooooohhff... P-Piper...”

“Shut up, you old bastard,” the feline growled as her hand dropped down to her shirt's edge, “I'll teach you to not go wagging your tail around for others!”

“W-wagging my tail...?” Russell repeated, confused.

“I said shut up!”

Fwump! Plap-Plap!

Without hesitation, Piper removed her shirt and tossed it aside, allowing her breasts to bounce to freedom. Shimmering onyx fur and bright pink nipples, both atop these shapely tits that rose with every breath she took. Now like always, Russell was mesmerized by his daughter's breasts... that is until he looked up to see the annoyed expression she wore.

“Are you so horny that you don't care whose tits you see?” Piper growled as she slowly got down on her knees before him, “Tch! You're just like every other man, aren't you!?”

“Nggh...! P-Patricia...!” Russell groaned as he leaned upright, “What's wrong with you? Why are you so angry?”

“Shut! Up!”

Plap!

“Oh!”

Russell's long, thick, rigid cock... was surrounded by Patricia's big, busty, luscious tits.

Warmth cradled him on all sides as his daughter's bosom captured him. He felt her fur – pristine and flawless – grind and glide along his member, followed by a tight squeeze when Piper pushed her tits even harder around him. Her hand sat on the sides of her tits, compressing them around her father's throbbing length as she began grinding up and down. Russell felt nothing but the firm softness of her breasts, her ebony fur, and the warmth it all provided. And all he saw was the annoyed pout that sat on his daughter's face.

“You're a sick fuck, Dad!” she shouted as she began moving her breasts up and down, triggering these lewd 'Plap! Plap! Plap!' noises.

From the tip of his dick oozed out precum, which slid down his burning length to stain the top of Piper's cleavage. Her fur was matted down by his clear precum, which was so hot, and slick, and sticky. And the more she ground her tits against him – the more those 'Plap! Plap! Plap!' noises echoed out – the more precum was forced from his dick like a bottle being squeezed of all its water.

Russell leaned back on the chair, groaning into the car as his daughter's titjob continued. Those sumptuous bounces of her breasts against his length not only made her tits quake like the surface of the ocean, but the car itself shook around them. If anyone passed by this area – whether on foot or just looking through a window – they'd think some lucky couple was having some hot action.

Hot action? Maybe. Lucky couple? Maybe not.

Those 'Plap! Plap! Plap!' noises. They just kept ringing into Russell's ears, mixing with the sounds of his own moans and groans, as well as the rocky shaking of his car. Piper gazed down towards his dick, feeling how it burned at her tits; how its rigidity felt less like flesh and blood and more like some molten brick. Teeth gritted, she watched it throb, and sputter, and twitch, while his balls drew close to his pelvis. She knew what was coming. She had long since learned the telltale signs within her father, and knew very well what was coming.

“Just... hurry it up allrea--” SPURT! “NMMPH~~~!?”

Patricia flinched. Russell came.

A bullet of cum shot from his erupting dick, blasting a rope of seed high enough to bisect her face. This was followed by another, and another, and another! White lines of seed were painted upon Piper's face, marring her nose, her lips, her chin, her eyes, even reaching up to her hair. Then his cum oozed down to fall and sprinkle upon her tits, leaving them layered in white-hot cum as well.

Thud...

“Oooh... shit...” Russell groaned.

While her father fell to nothing more than limbs in his chair, Piper rose, where she loomed over him. Teeth gritted and one eye closed due to all the cum, the feline visibly fumed with anger and annoyance. To think he could cum this much. What? Was he holding all of this in, even after that blowjob he received earlier? Or did speaking to that blonde bimbo make his balls churn like a drooling dog before food? Patricid didn't know, but it made her annoyed.

Especially due to that cum that landed on her lips. Sneakily – instinctively – her tongue snaked out of her mouth to scoop up some cum. A burst of flavor danced on her tongue, one that made her moan. She went so far as to scoop some cum up from off her tits with her fingers, where she brought it to her lips. Like a canine herself, she dragged her tongue along her digits, licking them clean of his sperm.

Ah... this taste... this fucking taste...

Russell looked up as he recovered from his orgasm, just in time to watch Patricia roll her hips in pleasure. But his daughter – having seemingly sensed his gaze – quickly snapped into place. Even with his cum oozing down her face and tits like she was some whore, the feline glared at her father like he was some stubborn peon.

“You came on my face, you fuckwit...” she growled lowly before turning to face the glove compartment, “Fuck... you make me fucking gag...”

As she slipped off of her father's waist and returned to the passenger's seat, Piper pulled from the glove compartment a handkerchief. Russell meanwhile – appropriately drained of his spirit and stamina – leaned upright, and caused his chair to do likewise. His eyes were glazed over, his mouth agape. He said nothing; he was too mentally drained to speak in the moment.

Russell cranked the car up and began driving off. Piper didn't bother with putting her shirt back on.

…

“Tch... stupid fucking old man...”

Cherry. The air around her smelled of cherry. The taste within her mouth was also of cherry. Honestly, she didn't like cherry as a flavor or odor as much as she liked, say, vanilla or grape. But she knew he preferred cherry... even if he'd never say it out loud. She'd also never admit to changing her vape specifically to please him either.

Damn. They really were father and daughter, weren't they?

In jeans and a thin shirt, Piper laid upon the lounge chair before the pool, one hand resting under her chest, while her other hand held her vape close to her lips. Once, twice, thrice, she'd take a few wafts of her nicotine, before sighing and relaxing, even deflating slightly.

Her father was upstairs in his office, writing no doubt. He returned there shortly after they returned home, and neither said a word to one another. He knew something was off with her temperament, and it's not like she made any attempts to hide it. But he still didn't understand why she was so angry, did he?

“Fucking idiot...” she whispered before sucking on her e cigarette again, “Faah... no wonder Mom left his dumbass. For a writer, he sure is fucking dense... ugh...”

As she wafted on her vape once again, Piper closed her eyes and scrunched up her face, while her cheeks turned an intense red. Her expression was once of annoyance and anger, while in her mind she saw not her father... but that blonde bimbo. What was her name again?

“Janet...? Fuck her... fuuuuuuh...”

Yeah. Janet. That girl who came running up to her father of all people, bouncing up and down like some big-titty bunny. And she wasn't even a bunny! The way she looked up at her father, how she spoke to her father, even the glow in her eyes when she looked at her father, all made Piper unnecessarily angry.

And she didn't even realize it.

“Stupid bitch,” Piper snarled between wafts of her e-cigarette, “Stupid Dad...” another waft, “Stupid fucking school with its stupid fucking uniform...” another waft, “Stupid fucking... gah! Life! Fuck!” one waft too many, “Ack!? Koff! Koff! Koff! Hack! Koff koff koff! Grrrgghh...! Koff!”

Patricia's hold on her vape slipped as she coughed up the toxic tar she just shoved into her lungs. Then came the doubling over; her arms wrapping around her belly as she laid on the lounge chair. Drool slipping from her gaping maw, the feline sat there with a dazed expression on her face, feeling mentally worse with each passing second.

“Maybe... I should apologize...”

Bleh... just saying that tasted worse in her mouth than the cigarettes she smokes.

Lazily, Patricia's hand palmed at the ground in search of her vape. Not here. Not there. Not there either. It was... ah... there it was. Grabbing it in her hand, she picked it up and pulled it to her lips.

But a shadow was looming over her.

“You know. Those things are still gonna make your lungs collapse. Vaping is just as dangerous as smoking cigarettes.”

Piper rolled her eyes.

“Who the fuck do you think you are? My doctor?”

Patricia looked over. Staring back at her was a bat. A tall bat. A slender bat. A bat with the figure of an athletic tomboy. She had lavender fur, aqua-blue hair, hazel eyes... and this punchable fucking grin.

And this bat – perhaps the only other beastkin around who wasn't some rich trophy wife – was perhaps the only person in this giant trash bubble of a world that Patricia could call her friend.

Bleh... something else that tasted worse in her mouth than cigarettes.

Her name was Mia Crowley. When they were little girls, she and Patricia were friends. Of course, that changed when the feline's parents got divorced, and she moved with her mother to Oceanside. But upon her return to Bellcrest, Russell encouraged Piper to reunite with her childhood friend. She denied him at first, saying that Mia would likely not even remember her. Their friendship was years... no... over a decade ago now. Why would Mia even remember her?

Well... she did. And – even more staggering – she still liked her. Not like that, you fucking creeps.

“Hmm... I thought cats were supposed to be energetic,” said Mia as she crouched down next to her friend, causing Piper to roll her eyes.

“You've been hanging out around too many humans,” she replied, “I'm just as lazy as my Dad...”

“Hmm... I wouldn't say so,” said Mia as she shook her head, “Your Dad? Lazy? He's always going somewhere, flying somewhere, driving somewhere for all those meetings about his books. He's probably the least lazy person here.”

“Guh... what are you doing here, Mia,” asked Piper as she leaned up, “I hope you didn't come here just to annoy me. I get enough of that with my Dad.”

“Nah,” said Mia dismissively, “I came to you for a different reason. I heard you and your Dad went to Bellview Academy,” she looked down, where she began poking Piper in the chest, “Let me guess... the uniform you got before was too tight?”

“How the hell would you know that?” asked Patricia as she crossed her arms defensively, “Are you using those fucking bat ears of yours to spy on other people?”

“Ugh... I wish,” Mia answered sarcastically with a shrug of her shoulders, “But 'nah' to that too. I just know you got a uniform cuz your Dad was hanging out with my Dad the other day, and he was soooo excited to share the uniform with you,” she smirked, “But then I heard from Janet that you went to the academy, so I figured something was wrong with your uniform. Guess your boobs are too big.”

“Tch... not as big as that blonde bimbo's...” Piper responded... before she even realized what she had said.

“Blonde bimbo...? Who's that?” asked Mia, this teasing smirk appearing on her lips, “You're not talking about Janet, are you? Chchchchchchch! What? Did she piss you off or something? She was telling me how well you two hit it off!”

“How well we hit it off!?” Piper repeated, her eyes nearly popping from her skull, “How the hell could she come to that conclusion? All she was doing was clinging up to my Dad like she was his sugar baby or something! I could barely even have a conversation with her! Her eyes were all on my Dad, while she was like 'Mr. Gray this', and 'Mr. Gray that'! It was so fucking... guh!”

Patricia groaned and palmed her face, where she huffed into the palm of her hand. It took her a few moments to realize that she just had a small, emotional outburst. And it was about her Dad of all people. It caused her to shudder... and made her hesitant to look away from her hand. Eventually, she worked up the courage to pull away her fingers, where she saw Mia sitting there with a mischievous grin on her lips.

“What's so fucking funny?” Piper snarled.

“Chchchchchch! I just feel like I'm looking into a mirror,” Mia answered, confusing the feline.

“The hell are you talking about?”

“It's just like... uh...” the bat paused for a moment to collect her thoughts, “Hmm... oh! That's it!” and then her eyes grew eerily bright for someone Piper thought was as moody as she was, “I can tell you really love your Dad. All those 'fuck yous' and 'go fuck yourselves' is all performative.”

“Tch! Go fuck yourself, Mia!” Patricia snarled whilst crossing her arms, making the bat laugh.

“Yeah! Chchchchchchch! That's it! I was the exact same way!” Mia leaned in, her finger raised, “I too would get all protective of my Daddy. Couldn't stand it when other women talked to him for too long. But...” she shrugged her shoulders, “Just tried to ignore it, I guess... but... I couldn't... not for long.”

“The hell are you talking about?” Piper asked, her head tilted to the side, “You were adopted, Mia. You love your Dad! You've always been a Daddy's girl! Honestly... it's sickening. And now you're acting like we have anything in common between us? I can't stand my old man. How could I love someone who treated me like he was his bastard or something?”

“Weeeelll... I guess you're not wrong...” Mia mumbled whilst laying her hand on her cheek, “But...” she then shook her head, “I wouldn't say you're completely right either. Sure, my Daddy adopted me, and yeah, maybe I'm a bit of a Daddy's girl, but I still think we feel similarly to our fathers. We're both so... sure we know what's best for them, even if they don't know entirely what's best for us. Although...” she leaned in, “Maybe it's cuz your Dad's a writer, but I feel like Mr. Gray has a better head on his shoulders than my Daddy.”

“Uh-huh... sure...” Piper said, rolling her eyes, “Why are you even here? Why are you going to bat for my Dad? What? Do you squeeze up against his arm like that bimbo Janet does?”

“Who? Me? Nooooo! Couldn't be!” said Mia while shaking her head, “I just wanted to speak to... like-minded individuals.”

“What are you getting at?”

“Your Dad and my Daddy... they're like... close friends,” Mia claimed, “And they hang out often. They don't talk much – they're not big conversationalists – but I still listen to them whenever they're playing pool at one of our houses. And – I gotta say – I don't think I've heard your father talk more than when he learned you were coming to move in with him. He was so... uh...” she curled her hand in the air, as if trying to grasp something, “I won't say he was excited. But I won't say he wasn't excited either. He was like... uh... this confused combination of those two things. He was worried, but happy, but afraid, but... well... I guess he just wanted to be with you.”

“Yeah, I bet...” Piper said as she took a waft of her vape.

Mia spoke of her father like he was this self-conscious father: a man who had to come to terms with his absentee nature over the past ten years. But in Piper's head, she could only see those gaps in her life where he wasn't there, replaced with the sexual nature they share now. Would the bat be praising her father as she is now if she knew Russell was having sex with his own daughter? Patricia doubted it.

And yet...

“Your Dad... Mr. Gray,” said Mia, “I know he wasn't there for you as much as you'd like. And... I know you don't really like your mother that much either. But if it's any consolation, I know he wasn't there for you as much as he'd like either. I'm not asking you to forgive your mother or father for how shitty they were to you in the past, but I can see you're not super happy yourself. It's not like telling your Dad to go fuck himself makes you feel better.”

“Hmm... it does a little...” Patricia said with a wry grin.

“Look... what I'm trying to say is... Mr. Gray really cares about you, Piper,” said Mia, “I know you don't want to hear it – I know you might not even agree with me fully – but... he used to talk about you often. And he always did it with this forlorn look on his face.”

“Gah... too late for that now,” the feline growled as she sucked on her vape again.

“You know... you really are your father's daughter,” Mia commented, causing Patricia to flinch like she'd been slapped, “The both of you have this... real shit issue where neither of you can talk and just let your feelings flow. You always bottle it up, and you get nowhere. I mean... damn... you live in the same house. Why the hell are you two acting like such strangers?”

“Gth...!?”

It begs repeating, but Mia was indeed the only person Piper could consider her friend here. Not only was she a beastkin in high society – a rarity in Bellcrest – but they also shared similar temperaments. Not to mention the fact that they were friends when they were little girls, and that somehow continued into young adulthood. So it's with all that in mind that Piper said this with utmost authority--

“Get the hell out of my home.”

And Mia grinned.

“Sure thing, Piper,” said the bat as her wings began to flap and she leaped off of the lounge chair she sat on, “But think about what I said. You're living with your Dad now, so I think you should at least try to be more amicable with one another.”

Piper wanted to snarl at her, to tell Mia that they were being much more than 'amicable' with one another. But the bat was already strutting off with this spring in her step, before leaping over the Gray family fence like the tomboy she was. Left alone behind, the feline continued to growl at her friend's presence; as if shaking her fist at her phantom presence would do some sort of physical damage to the bat.

It didn't, of course. But it made Piper feel better.

Ultimately, she was left alone with the worst person she could be left alone with: herself.

Mia's words infiltrated Piper's mind, no matter how much she wanted them not to. Her hands stuffed between her lap and her eyes closed, the feline let her head drop lightly as her mind was filled with images of her father. She pictured him there, playing billiards with Mia's dad, talking lazily about Patricia. How much he missed her, how much he hated himself for not being there, and how much he wished he was a better father.

Inevitably, those thoughts were brokered by something else. She pictured her father's naked body. All of those sexual encounters they've had – not just today, but previous days as well – where she got on her knees to suck him off, or have him rail her from behind. It was hot, it was frantic, and – in some weird way – it said more than words ever could for them.

But what words were they saying? All of their sex was always so damn... angry. She'd always hurl insults at him, berating him for his supposed terrible nature, claiming he was abusive, filthy, and vile. But he wouldn't stave his tongue either, oftentimes claiming her ass was fat, or her tits were too vulgar, or that she was far too talented in sex for her age. It was just raw hate sex; like they were always unleashing their grievances with one another – and the world as a whole – whenever they fucked like a pair of rabbits.

Did it make her – or him for that matter – feel any better? Well... a little. But they'd inevitably return to their passive-aggressive ways. No. Not them. Russell was trying. She may not like his attempts, but dammit, they were attempts. Insult him all she wanted – and she certainly will – but she couldn't deny that her father was trying to make amends for his years of failure. So why weren't they happy?

Piper knew the reason why. But she didn't want to admit to it. She didn't want to say that the reason why they couldn't move on was because of... because of... because of...

“Gah...! This is so fucking... ngghh...!”

Hands curling into fists, Patricia punched them into her lap. She hated this. She hated how – after all this time – she still wanted her father's love. She didn't want to be seen as some abject failure. But she'd never admit it. Not to herself, and certainly not to him. At least... not with her voice. There was one way she could get her feelings across.

“Fuck...” Piper mumbled to herself as she stood upon staggering feet, “The... fuck is wrong with me...? Haaah... I guess I really am a big fuck up... hmm...”

Her father was upstairs alone in his office. He would not be alone for long.

…

Russell Gray looked like a mess. Russell Gray felt like a mess.

He sat behind his desk, his normally black hair curly and messy, his shirt unbuttoned at the top, and the air smelling thick with the odor of several shot glasses of scotch alcohol. Before him on his computer screen was the unfinished transcript of his newest novel. As expected, it took place in space.

And as expected, it had something to do with a pulse-pounding murder. And as expected, as expected, Russell could not write.

Writer's block. A curse that befalls many authors, be they great or small. But it wasn't just writer's block that affected Russell so. It was the thoughts of his daughter, and how she attacked him in the car ride home. Piper was so vitriolic... so aggressive. But it wasn't her typical vitriol and aggressiveness. This was something else, and he didn't understand why. Where did all of that anger come from? This time, that is?

“Aah... fuck...” Russell mumbled to himself as he took another sip of his scotch, “Hnn...”

How much longer could they live their life like this? How much longer could they keep up this charade of 'family with benefits'? This was not the first time Russell had thought about this question. In those moments of post-nut clarity, he questioned himself if he was worthy of being Patricia's father. Fathers – that is real fathers – don't have sex with their daughters. Then again, daughters don't unleash their sexual frustrations on their fathers, do they?

No. That's wrong. He couldn't blame Patricia for her actions. He was the older one and her father. He needed to accept the consequences of his deplorable actions, and admit to himself that he was the awful father he always thought of himself as. She had every right to hate him.

Was that the alcohol talking? Maybe. Did it change how he felt? Not really.

Russell stood up. To what end, he was not yet sure. Didn't stop him from walking on somewhat unsteady feet towards the door of his office. And when his hand fell on the knob of his door... it began to turn on its own.

Twiiiiiist... Click!

“Ah...?”

The door slid open. On the other end was Piper. And she was wearing... one of his trench coats?

Russell flinched and pulled back, confused and surprised by his daughter standing there. Patricia glared back at him, her eyebrow twitching like she was a bomb about to explode. Her father was confused, but he opened his mouth to speak.

“Pipe--”

“Shut up.”

“What? But Pipe--”

“I said shut up! Fuck! Can't you listen for longer than a second!?” Patricia snarled, causing her father to grow quiet, “Now then... hm...” eyes closing shut, her ears twitched, her tail hung low, and her cheeks turned an intense red, “Dad... sit... down...”

Piper's voice was... odd. In a way, it was stern, and far sterner than he had ever heard her be. She wasn't going to take any back talk, and he had no choice but to sit there and listen. But on the other hand, her voice was also shaky, as if she was reaching into an aspect of her very being that she'd rather not show. Russell could see it; he knew what was happening.

Patricia was being vulnerable.

That realization caused him to walk backwards, not stopping until he reached his desk. Slipping around it, he sat down in his chair and watched as his daughter walked closer and closer. Patricia's hands remained tight upon the seams of the trench coat she was wearing, covering her body like a shroud as she stood in front of her father.

Russell opened his mouth to speak.

Fwump...

The fall of the trench coat silenced him.

What was he expecting her to wear beneath that coat? Absolutely nothing? Perhaps a weapon of some sort? But, no, he didn't get either. As that trench coat fell upon the surface of his desk, Patricia stood before him in that school uniform.

The first school uniform, that is. The one that was too tight on her body. So tight that her black bra was visible beneath her white blouse, and one could easily see the flowering figure of her shapely body.

Eyes wide and mouth closed, Russell looked Patricia up and down, while his daughter sat on the edge of his desk. Crossing her arms, her cheeks were an intense red and her lips were in a pout, all as she presented herself before her father.

“Pipe--”

“Please, Dad... just... don't embarrass me any further than need be,” Patricia said, cutting him off, “I... I just don't have the energy to be angry with you.”

Swallowing his spit, Russell nodded in acceptance. Whatever it was that was happening, he could tell Piper really needed this. So he sat in silence, leaned back in his chair too, all as his daughter took several moments to collect her nerves.

He expected words. He expected a snarl, or a shout, or an angry scolding. Instead, the feline took several deep breaths... fuuuuuuh... before opening her eyes. Her bright, blue, beautiful eyes; they gazed down upon him. And before he could even think about speaking, Patricia extended her arms out, beckoning her father closer.

There was no vitriol. No aggression. No anger of any kind. There was just her with her arms stretched out. There was just a daughter wanting to hug her father. And Russell? He wanted to hug her too. He wanted to hug her so tight. So he stood up, puffed out his chest, reached his arms out, moved in, and wrapped his hands around her shoulders. In return, Piper wrapped her arms around his waist. The two then clinched upon one another, and entered in a tight embrace.

Patricia was hugged up against her father's body, his broad chest pressing against her chest, while her head rested on his shoulder and leaned into his neck. There was this presence to him, this heat that was... pleasant. It cradled her, it hugged her, it wrapped all around her, it reassured her, and let her know that everything was going to be okay. And as that warmth enveloped her, Piper allowed a rare and genuine smile to adorn her lips.

She tilted her head. Her nose pressed against the crux of her neck. Her nostrils flared. Her father's scent... it was strong and refined; no overtly masculine and randy at all. Was this the first time she actually smelled it? Hmm... it smelled so good. It smelled so familiar. It smelled so nostalgic.

“Mm... Dad...”

Russell pulled back, breaking their embrace so that the both of them could gaze into one another. That smile Patricia held did not fade; it remained there. It was small, it was gentle, but it said more in words than any snarling insult ever had. How long will this bright version of Piper last? Russell did not know. But he knew he wasn't going to pass up this chance.

Her head began leaning in. Despite his earlier objections, Russell began moving in to meet her. In unison, their eyes closed shut. And...

“Nmmm...”

“Mmmph...”

Their lips met in a kiss. It was a different kiss from all the ones they shared before. No rage. No anger. No hate. There was nothing but love. And that love was starting to take hold over them.

Their hands gripped and grabbed at one another, heads tilting to the side so that their kiss could deepen. Neither side could say whose tongue pushed into whose mouth first, but that didn't matter. The moment their tongues slicked along one another, a moan was drawn from within them. Tighter; their embrace grew tighter, while slivers of drool started escaping the gaps between their mouths.

Russell's hands dropped, coming down to his daughter's slim waist, where he gripped her. She did likewise, her hands sliding down his broad and strong back. Their kissing continued, growing stronger, hungrier, while the air was filled with the sounds of 'Smacks!' and 'Chus!'. And when they pulled back to breath, they did so with their tongues outstretched, and these haggard breaths leaving the both of them.

Their blue eyes gazed upon one another, entranced by this new feeling between them. There were no words, no insults. No 'fuck yous' or 'go fuck yourselfs'. It was just these two, panting for air. Russell's chest heaving, Piper's did likewise. It was like their breathing, their hearts, their very souls were in sync. They moved in again.

“Mmmmph!”

“Nmmmph~!”

They kissed again.

Piper laid back on her father's desk as he claimed her lips again. Eyes closed, she tightened her hold around his neck, holding him close as his tongue dominated hers. She couldn't move; she didn't want to move. She just wanted to be dined upon by this randy male, and showed the full breadth of his overwhelming love for her.

Yeah. That's it. He loved her. The love may not be normal. It may be so very wrong and taboo. But dammit, that didn't matter. Why? Because she loved him like this too.

Patricia's tongue ground back against his as she raised her legs. Wrapping them around her father's waist, she held him in a spider's grasp, and refused to let go. His hands were pinning her to the surface of his desk, but one hand slid over. Coming to Piper's chest, he gripped her tit tight, squeezing it into his palm. That squeeze – that hard fucking squeeze – caused the feline to break their kiss with an audible 'Smack!' and for her head to tilt up towards the ceiling overhead.

“Ghh~~~! Fuck yesss~” she moaned.

Heavens above, her tits were so fucking big. He could squeeze her tits for hours if he pleased, and still be left with areas yet unexplored. And as he groped her tits around and around in circles through her top, he began licking and kissing upon her neck.

But his hand slipped down, coming towards the center of her shirt. One button, two buttons, three buttons; he undid them all at record pace. And when that last button was undone...

Plop-Plop!

“Nyaaaahh...”

Patricia's breasts were freed, with only her black bra in the way for protection. Even with her ebony fur, one could see the moment where her bra ended, and her body began. And what a cheap bra it was. How cheap? Well, Russell could see her nipples poking through. So he brought up his hand, and--

Flick!

“Nyyyeeeehh~~~! D-Dad!?”

Russell flinched. He had never heard her voice get so high before.

Slipping his hand further down her body, he guided his possessive palms towards her legs. Fingers squeezed at her shapely hips and sumptuous thighs, groping and kneading her flesh and fur, and causing Piper to arch her back off the table. Mouth splitting open, she filled the air around them with her sonorous and erotic voice.

“Nyaaahahaaa~ Fuuuucckk~~”

Those moans – those strong, erotic moans – they danced in Russell's head... and guided him to desire her body more. Bringing his hands even further down, he slipped them under her skirt, and gripped the sides of her panties. Patricia felt them – she felt her father pinch her underwear. Gritting her teeth, she closed her eyes and nodded, and began whispering, if not chanting--

“Do it. Do it. Do it. Doitdoitdoitdoitdoit!!!” Sliiiiidddeeee-- “Fuuuuucckk...!”

She felt it. She felt it as her panties slid down inch after inch after inch of her body. And she felt it when the cool air of her father's office began to grace her moist and hot pussy. So bring, so pink, so swollen; it stood out against the midnight fur of her body. And as her clear nectar oozed upon the surface of his desk, her clit throbbed with need.

Russell stared down upon it all, his mouth hanging open as drool began pooling within his mouth. Briefly, he looked up towards Piper's face. But instead of seeing a glare or that trademark look of indifference, his daughter's expression was more... bashful. She was blushing, pouting too, and she was gazing to the side.

And yet she spoke with such clarity.

“Go ahead...” she whispered, “E-eat me out... o-or whatever...”

Russell didn't need to be told twice.

Reaching up, he hooked his arms under Piper's thighs and lifted them up. A gasp and a sigh escaped her as she looked down, watching her father spread her legs so that he could have complete access to her pussy. And when his head began to descend, her heart began to race.

Faster... faster... FASTER!

“Nmmm...”

“Haaahh~! Fuck...!”

Russell's lips met her moist mound, and Piper's toes instantly began to curl. This was far from the first time he's eaten her out, but for some reason, it just felt so much more... explosive now! When his lips latched upon her pussy, the feline threw her head back and gasped, while her eyes closed shut. His hot mouth molded to her pussy, his tongue licking along her juicy slit. Nectar bubbled from her cunt and oozed into his maw as he licked her; again and again and again. And each lick was hotter, sweeter, and more flavorful than the last. Russell moaned himself, with those moans pushing through his daughter's cunt, and reverberated throughout the rest of her body.

“Oh ~~~! Fuck~!” Piper groaned, “Nyhaaaaahnnn~~~ ”

That voice. Why did her voice sound like this? Where was the vitriol? The scorn? The insults? A part of Russell kept waiting for it, kept waiting for a 'Fuck you!'... but it never came! Patricia merely laid there, basking in the feeling of her father's mouth, letting him spread her pussy apart with his needy tongue. And she felt it – oh fuck did she feel it – as his tongue pushed deeper... deeper... deeepeeerrr...

“Yes Dad... ngghh ~~m-moreeee~~~ ”

Begging? Patricia was... begging? She's begged before in the bedroom, but... not like this. Not like this.

Those pleading words and desperate tone, both sent shudders racing down Russell's spine. He moaned more within her body, while gripping her body harder. Nails digging into her flesh, a slight tinge of pain coursed through Patricia's body, which only coaxed more moans from her sultry lips. More, she thought, Please eat me more. But the words failed to leave her, instead replaced with--

“Nyaaah~! Yeaaah ~~! Ngghhmmmphh~~~! Nyaaaahh~~~!”

And those moans mixed with the--

“Nmm... Slurrrp... Mmmm... Sslurrrrp! Nmmm...!”

That left her father's mouth.

Fuck, she couldn't remember a time where she felt so good. Piper swore her body was melting as Russell ate her cunt out. Further and further the edge of ecstasy approached her, but she kept herself off of it; just a tiny bit. While one hand laid next to her head on the desk, her other hand slid over towards her chest, where she gripped her own tit tight.

“Nnggh~~!”

Yeah, that's it. That's what she needed. More of that. More of fucking that!

The sounds of her father's lurid suckling made Piper's ears twitch, and caused her to instinctively clinch upon his head with her sumptuous thighs. More moans escaped her, while she continued building her own pleasure as she groped and kneaded her tits. Slipping her hand under her bra, Patricia forcibly removed it with a 'SNAHP!', before tossing it to the side in some random direction. Who cares? She certainly didn't.

She just needed more!

Her busy breasts bouncing to freedom, the feline quickly slapped her own tit, and squeezed her fingers into her supple flesh. That pink nipple – so hard, and rigid, and needy, and stiff – stood to attention as she began pinching, tweaking, and kneading herself. The pleasure she felt as she groped herself, mixed with the pleasure funneling through her from her father's cunnilingus, causing her to nearly fall over.

Nearly... but not quite...

Russell could taste it. He could taste the raw flavor of her juicy cunt as it bubbled and danced upon his tongue. Like a drug after the first hit, he only desired to have more and more. To get that 'more', he continued spearing his tongue deeper and deeper into her folds, causing it to writhe about within her. Piper arched her back when a particularly rough patch within her cunt was jabbed, causing her breasts to clap against one another.

But then her father pulled back, an audible 'Shap!' escaping him. Patricia collapsed upon the table's surface, a near infinite chorus of 'Holy shits', and 'Ohh fuuuucks' leaving her lips. Russell meanwhile locked his eyes upon her throbbing and twitching tit. That hunger... it swelled within him again. Bringing his head down, he opened his mouth wide, and--

Bite...

“GAH~!? FUCK! AAHHH~~~!”

His teeth... his prickly, sharp, teeth. They pinched down upon Piper's clit juuuuuuuust right! And that pinch, that bite, gentle though it was, was more than enough to make his daughter explode.

“NYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH~~~!”

SQUUUUUUUIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRTTTT!!!

Yeah. That's it. Cum. Right into Daddy's mouth.

Patricia's flavorful release flooded her father's awaiting mouth, flowing like a river with a ruptured levee. He moaned into her pussy once more, while her flavorful taste danced on his tongue. Swathing it around left and right, he savored her release, refusing to let it go. Even when bits began dribbling out the corner of his mouth, he was quick to scoop it up with his greedy tongue. And as his daughter laid there, panting for breath following her explosive orgasm, he rose up on his feet with eyes closed and face composed.

Finally...

“Gulp...”

Ah... pure ambrosia.

Patricia's face – normally filled with so much scorn and anger – was this dazed visage of bliss and post-orgasmic need. Lips wet with hunger, he swallowed her spit and looked up, watching as her father loomed over her. She reached out for him, but the strength in her body just wasn't there. Her back, her legs, her body as a whole felt as limp as dough. She wasn't going to move... not much.

Russell could still make use of her.

Closing her eyes, Piper heard the sounds of her father moving around. This was followed by the sounds of him undoing his belt buckle. The 'Dink!' and the 'Clink!' both sent shudders down the feline's spine. If only she could move... if only... if only... ah...

Patricia's eyes opened up. Staring directly at her, upside down, was Russell's cock. She had seen it earlier that day – twice no less – and yet, it appeared so much larger than before. Its length, its thickness, its shape and size, even the way it slightly arched upwards; it was all so magnificent, so... beautiful. And oozing from its tip like a taunt was his clear and sticky precum.

Bringing over her hand, Patricia lightly draped it on the side of his cock. She felt the veins pulse against her touch, and the heat which resonated all throughout it. Even the way it throbbed sent shudders through her body, causing the feline to lick her lips with ever mounting hunger.

Her father placed his hand on her chest, gripping her tit tight and holding her in place. His other hand gripped the base of his cock, holding it in place. With several hard breaths, Patricia let her mouth open wide, exposing the tunnel towards her tight throat. Russell leaned forward.

Tap.

“Nmmm~~~”

The head of his cock pressed against her lips. It was slight, it was soft, but that one touch gifted Piper a mere fraction of her father's taste. Even in her most angry of moments, his taste was always delicious in her mind. But now, it was somehow even more so. This one lick – this one kiss – not only made her moan, but made her body melt.

And it only continued.

Russell slightly thrusted his hips forward, driving Piper to kiss his dick; again and again and again. Strands of spit and precum hung from her lips and attached to his cock. But her father never pulled too far away; never let those sordid bridges of fluids ever snap. For several moments he enjoyed the praising touches of her kisses, until he finally pushed in to breach her lips.

“Nmmmmmmm ~~~~ ”

That moan was even deeper than the last. That moan was even hungrier than the last. That moan was even sweeter than the last.

The head of Russell's cock sat in Piper's mouth. Her lips were stretched obscenely around the gifted girth of his dick, while his glands rested upon her nimble tongue. Patricia's eyes rolled as the heat, salt, and iron of her father's cock danced in her mouth. Even though it was just his glands, that didn't stop her tongue from slicking, swirling, and spinning around his length, scooping up his precum, and further drugging herself on his taste.

And then Russell began pushing.

“Nnggghh~~~!”

Piper flinched, her eyes squinting hard as her father's thick dick began prying apart her mouth. Teeth, tongue and gums all graced his length as he sank deeper and deeper and deeper... and then even deeper beyond that. He wasn't just going to plunge into her mouth, he was going to plunge into her throat.

Not an issue for her. He knew she could take it.

Plap!

“Nnggh!”

“NMMPH~~!?”

There. Piper's wonderful lips were pressed up against her father's crotch. Every inch of his cock was in her mouth... and her throat. And he was so thick, his length that reached so deep, that the outline of his dick could be seen visibly bulging on her neck.

She gagged on his dick, her throat and mouth tightening around him as her body jerked up. Breasts clapping against one another, her legs curled upwards slightly, and her eyes tightened hard as tears began streaming down them. Breathe; she needed to breathe. But Russell held her down, his hand dropping on her neck to rub the swell of his cock along her neck. Not to squeeze, not to outright choke... but to just hold her down.

And he held her down for a few moments... a few moments... a few moments... a few moments... and...

Slllllliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiddddddddeeeeeeeee...

Finally, he drew back with his hips, guiding his cock all the way towards her lips. Spit, precum and drool all bubbled from her lips and oozed down her face while her chest heaved up and down with desperate breaths. But Russell did not remain in place for long. With his daughter's mouth still open, he pushed inside of her once again, burying his cock to the hilt.

Plap!

“Ggrrrggmmphh~~!”

“Aaah...”

Fuck. So tight. So wet. So hot. So perfect. His length delved into her throat, spreading her apart. Her breathing was cut short once again, but that only added to the pleasure of the situation. How tight her eyes closed, how she hacked around his dick, how she curled her toes and fingers; she was like a spring that was being wound tight! And when her father pulled back with that slow draw...

“Ngrghhph~~!”

Patricia nearly shot off the table!

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, Russell's cock slid in and out of Patricia's mouth. She had grown loose enough – agreeable enough – to let his length claim her mouth without issue. Through her mouth and into her throat, he penetrated her again and again with ever growing speed. To the point that his balls began to smack against her face.

And Piper took it. Piper took aaaaallll of it. She had grown accustomed to this throat fucking, accustomed to the feeling of having her lungs blocked. And when it happened – when he choked her with his dick – her mind sat in this unique state of delirium that amplified her pleasure. His thrusting was rhythmic and strong, sending a consistent quake throughout her body. Her breasts bounced, and each thrust made her legs curl, while her pussy oozed endlessly. Even the table beneath them shook and rattled, nearly knocking over Russell's assortment of objects.

And he only increased his presence – his hold – over her.

Leaning over and placing his hand upon the edge of his desk, Russell braced himself in place while his hips continued working his cock through his daughter's mouth. The tightness and moistness and heat of it all sent shudders through him, and pulled deep groans from within. All as his eyes drank in the image of her voluptuous body, quaking and shaking from thrust after thrust.

Those tits. Those big, busty tits of hers. The way they bounced up and down from his idle throat fucking, would stay in his mind for years to come. More and more he groaned, his cock stiffening further and further, while the lewd 'Glunks!' and 'Slurps!' of her mouth ricocheted into his ears.

It was... so fucking perfect.

Piper's eyes began rolling back as her father's sweaty balls smacked into her face. Slowly, her fingers stroked down her body, arriving between her legs. She then hooked her fingers upward, and pushed them inside of her cunt. Her back arched, her tits bounced, and she pushed herself harder around his length. Deeper her mind fell into that pit of ecstasy, driving her finger to dive into her cunt with that relentless pace.

Shluk! Shluk! Shluk! Shluck! Shluk!

Fuck, that sound. Fuck, this feeling. Fuck, this situation!

Gritting his teeth, Russell placed both hands on the desk and began thrusting even harder into Piper's mouth and throat. This raw 'PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!' noise echoed throughout his office, his table shaking, and his daughter's body bouncing too! Her tits, her hair, her body as a whole, all quivered and quaked as her father had his way with her! And as her fingers worked in pace with his thrusting, her own orgasm built at the same speed as his.

Just a bit more. Just a little more. Just a few more 'PLAPS!' and a few more 'Shluks!', and finally---

“GUH!”

“MMMMMMMPHHHH~~~!”

GLORP! GLURRP! GLORP!

SQUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRTTTT!!!

Cum! Cum! Cum everywhere! Cum shot from Piper's pussy like a jet-stream, squirting out over her father's desk, the floor, and even reaching far enough to stain his comfy chair! And cum in her mouth! Cum surged within her maw with the same force of a bomb going off, exploding out in all directions. Her teeth, her tongue, her gums, even her throat were all coated white-hot sperm that rushed to impregnate her. There was so much cum, it even flowed upwards to her lips, breaching her mouth, and sliding down her chin as well as his length. It all oozed and fell towards the floor, being thick, hot, and ever flowing.

They sat there for what felt like forever as they fell from their sexual highs. Piper's pussy – slick and wet with her fresh orgasm – continued to throb and pulse, while her fingers rested upon them. Her mouth was dominated by the taste of her father's seed, which flowed high enough to even dominate her sense of smell. She tasted him, she smelled him, she felt him. Everything about him overwhelmed her.

And she loved it.

“Nmmmmmm~~”

Slowly – and I mean slooooowwwwlllyyyyy – Russell retreated from Piper's mouth. Cum was dragged along with his dick, which flopped from her mouth with a lewd 'Schlap!'. Cum was flung from his withdrawal, which stained Patricia's face further, and splattered upon the floor. The feline's face and lips were completely marked by her father's cum, leaving her slathered in his wake.

This flavor, his smell, this... everything. How could she ever be free of it? How could she ever want to be free of it? Her tongue even licked and swirled around, leaving his spunk in her maw for sooooo long... before finally swallowing it down.

“Gulp...” again... “Gulp...” and again... “Gulp...” and again.

“Gulp!”

That was a lot of fucking cum.

Eyes closed, Patricia continued laying on the bed in her post orgasmic bliss. Her father's seed oozed down her face and danced in her mouth, while she smiled like some mad fool. And as she laid there, basking in the afterglow of their explosive orgasms, she heard him move around. There was a soft rustling; he was removing his clothes. She opened her eyes; before her stood her father's naked body... and the handkerchief he held in hand.

“D-Dad...?” Piper whispered.

His face was filled with concern as he crouched down to be near her. Patricia began leaning up, but her father stopped her silently. Placing the handkerchief upon her face, Russell began to gently clean her of his marking cum. The feline groaned from his touches, melted into them too. Eyes closed shut, she even began to nuzzle against his palm... before those blue eyes looked up at him with a soft glow within them.

“Dad...” she whispered as she straightened up to meet him, face-to-face, “I... I love you...”

Russell looked down... and took a deep breath.

“Piper...” he whispered back as his gaze returned to her face, “I love you too.”

“Oh... D-Dad... I... nmmph...”

“Mmmm...”

With his hand resting on Piper's cheek, their lips met in a kiss. It was a soft kiss. It was a gentle kiss. It was a kiss that was seemingly at odds with the hard fucking that just occurred. Somehow both passionate and lewd, they held their lips together for several moments. But the taboo desire within it grew, as their tongues slipped from one another's mouths. Grinding together, they kissed each other like a pair of lovers.

And that kiss was reinvigorating.

Slowly, Piper climbed off of her father's table to stand before him. Reaching her arms up, she wrapped them around his neck, deepening their kiss even further. Their lips never broke from one another, only pausing to breath, pant... and occasional stare into each other's eyes.

Russell's strong hands wrapped around his daughter's lithe waist, embracing her even closer. Her breasts squished up against his chest while their kissing grew more heated, more fervent. Tongues that were once refined and practiced, became lewd and wild. Piper's nails extended out, and she began scratching them into her father's back and shoulders. He gripped her harder as well, squeezing and kneading at her hips and waist.

And they kept kissing. And they kept kissing. And they kept kissing. Even as they stumbled about through the room, moving here, walking there, they kept kissing. And they kept kissing. And they kept kissing. Even when they came to a halt, they kept kissing. Even as Russell began leaning his daughter over, they kept kissing. Even as Piper was laid upon the floor, they kept kissing.

And they kept kissing. And they kept kissing. And they kept kissing. Until finally...

“Mmph... Chu~ Haaah... D-Dad...?”

Patricia felt her body being rested upon the cool surface of the smooth wood floor. Above her was her father, staring down upon her with lust, love, and need in his eyes. He pinned her to the ground with his hands next to her head. What did she look like in response? How red were her cheeks? How desperate did she look? And... could he see the tiny pink hearts that bounced in her eyes?

Yes. Yes he could.

Next to his unlit fireplace, Piper felt Russell's cock as it ground against her moist slit. He came earlier, yes, but in a matter of time, his length had hardened to maximum quickly. Their several moment long lip-lock didn't hurt things either.

Now Patrica had her father's gifted length grinding against her pussy. Each touch, each kiss, caused her to whimper with need and desire. But even as her mouth hung open as she panted like a desperate whore, she never broke eye contact with her father. Even when his grinding against her slit was torturous and arduous, she never broke eye contact. Even as she gritted her teeth, and some desperate tears began streaming down her face, she never broke eye contact.

“D-Daaaadd,” she groaned, “Please, I can't...! I just can't~”

She kept her hands wrapped around his neck, embracing refusing to let go. Russell understood and nodded, before reaching down with his hand to grip the base of his cock. After a few moments of gentle nudging, he located the entrance to her pussy. Now all he needed to do, was--

Puuuuuuuuuuuuusssssssssssssssshhhhh!!!

“NYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH~~~!!!”

Finally. Finally. Finally.

Patricia broke eye contact.

Russell's cock slid into her pussy, spreading apart her tight folds, and diving in deep to her core. They've had plenty of sex since the start of their taboo relationship, but there was something about this penetration that was just... better. It's length, its heat, its size, even its fucking texture, was just...

Wonderful!

And her father kept pushing in. Patricia's head rolled back and her spine arched, while from her mouth she gave out a cry of pure ecstasy. On penetration alone, she had a tiny orgasm that sent shudders through her body, and caused her clear juices to streak down his throbbing spire. And when her father stopped – when he could push no further inside of her – she collapsed upon the floor, panting and quivering as she got used to the feeling of her father's length in her pussy.

Fuck... she felt so full. Her father's rigid length pulsated and throbbed so deep inside of her, and she could feel all of it. It didn't just claim her pussy, it overwhelmed her, it dominated her. And she didn't want it to go anywhere else.

And Russell felt it too; that need, that desire to just stay there... and nowhere else.

Patricia's pussy wrapped tight around his length, and held him close. He felt her warmth resonate through him, and her pussy juices tangled his cock in its possessive grasp. Fuck, it felt so good. He didn't want to move! Just sitting here, connected to her, was more than enough for him.

For a few seconds, anyway...

Sliiiiiiiiiideee... Thrust!

“Nyah~!? D-Dad!?”

Fuck, that felt so good! One solid thrust, and he felt the sheer friction and pleasure of having his cock grind against Patricia's constricting cunt. He groaned himself and held against her... before slowly repeating himself.

Sliiiiiiiiiideee... Thrust!

“Nnnggghh~~~! F-Fuck~!”

His second thrust was just as strong as the last, and just as meaty. Like when he fucked her mouth just earlier, this thrust too sent a quake through Patricia's voluptuous body, causing her breasts to bounce up and smack the bottom of her chin, before falling back into place. He needed to see more of it. Soooooo...

Sliiiiiiiiiideee... Thrust!

“Fuck yes~! Nggghh~! H-harder~!”

Russell's cock was a steel rod, one he used to thrust in and out of Patricia's pussy at a consistent rate. Thrust after thrust after thrust sent wave after wave after wave throughout her voluptuous body, causing her breasts to bounce and 'CLAP!' against her chest and chin. Eyes screwed shut and teeth clinched, the cat took impact after impact as her father put up a rhythmic pace.

Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat!

“Nyeaaah~! Nyeeeaaaaahhh ~~~!” Piper called out as her blue eyes looked up at her father, “Harder, Dad~! Nn-nggh~~! H-harder!”

“Mm-hm!”

PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

“NYES! NNGGHH~~~! HAAA! NYAAAH~! F-FUCK YEESSS!!!”

His hands pinned down at Piper's side, Russell thrusted his cock in and out of her cunt with relentless aggression and mighty strength. The waves that were sent roaring through her body were a sight to behold; he could watch her breasts bounce and bounce and bounce and bounce and bounce and bounce forever!

More. Harder. Faster. Stronger!

THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!

“HOLY SHIIIIITT~~~!”

Fuck, Russell was fired up!

One of his hands slid away from the floor and stroked down Patricia's side. Grabbing her thigh, he hiked her leg up and draped it upon his hips, telling her all she needed to know. Desperately, the feline wrapped her legs around her father's waist, holding him close while he continued pounding into her pussy. Harder and harder, his length was like a jackhammer that disrupted and unraveled the earth beneath it. In this cast, it was his daughter whom he was unraveling, and she was falling quickly.

Hearts bounced around in her eyes while she wore an expression that was lust-drunk and stupefied all at once. The normally snarky and morose feline with a scathing tongue was nowhere to be seen. She had been replaced with this feline who needed her father in any way she could have him.

And her father was going to give it to her. Her father was giving her everything.

THWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAP!!!

“NYAAAUUUGHH ~~~! FUCK! FUCK! FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!! AAHH~~~!”

Piper's wails pierced the air, ebbing and flowing along with her mind as she approached that explosive crescendo. So close. So damn close. Her pussy was clinching, and throbbing, and twitching around that thick shaft that carved out her cunt. She could feel it in him as well; the throbbing, the tightening, the twitching within his loins that told him he was close too.

Closer... closer... closer...

And as she was getting fucked – as she approached that cliff of release – Piper was struck by a moment of clarity. It's like her mind snapped in place, and she gained the courage to say that which she's wanted to say for sooooo long.

“Dad~! Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadddd ~~~” Patricia moaned amid relentless thrusts, “I! I! I-I-I! I – oooooh fuck~! I! Hnggghh~~~!” THWAP! THWAP! “Fuuuuucckkkk ~~~! Nggghh~~~! I...! Fucking...! I fucking... LOVE YOU~~~!”

Russell stopped.

Hands still pinning his daughter to the floor, he looked down upon her with a face stunned, like he had been slapped. His eyes were wide, sweat dribbled from his chin, and he shook in place in utter disbelief.

Did he... just hear what he thought he heard?

Without him thrusting into her pussy, Piper laid on the floor, her lips in a pout and her eyes averted. Embarrassment and humiliation both swam around within her, as if she herself was ashamed of what she said. Of all the times to tell her father she loves him, she had to do it now, when he was balls-deep in her pussy? That easily has to be on the top ten list of most fucked up 'I love yous' in the history of forever!

But... she didn't take it back. And when Russell pulled his hand over to clutch her cheek, she looked up at him with those hearts still in her eyes.

“Piper...?”

“What? Do I have to repeat myself...?” she mumbled, “You're... ngh... you're really gonna tick me off... ugh...”

Bringing up her hands, she wrapped them around her father's neck and pulled him in. Closer, closer, and closer, until their noses were touching.

“Dad... I love you...”

Russell closed his eyes. As Piper's words replayed in his head over and over again, he began to feel incredible shame. How? How could he do this? He got so wrapped up in that stupid-ass 'family with benefits' thing his daughter was talking about, that he indulged in something as taboo and fucked up as this!

Tears. Tears began rolling down Russell's cheeks. He gritted his teeth, and he growled, but not with frustration towards her. There was only one person in the world he could blame. And that shame? That powerful, heavy shame? It was weighing down on him.

But not for long...

Like he'd done with Piper, she did with him. Raising her hand, the feline clutched her father's cheek, pulling him out of that pit of despair he was pushing himself into. He looked down upon her, seeing the smile on her lips. And it wasn't a sadistic smile, or a cruel one, but a smile of pure, overwhelming love.

“You're such a... dumbass, Dad...” Patricia whispered, “But... I guess that's one aspect of you I love... nmmmph~”

“Mmmf...”

Piper's lips met Russell's lips, and the melancholy he felt began to melt away. The passion of their earlier kiss returned in full force as their tongues ground and slid and swirled against one another. It would have gone on for longer, but the feline pulled back, breaking their kiss so that she could look up at him with a grin on her lips.

“Harder, Dad. Fuck me harder~”

There was a brief pause from Russell. The mental war he waged against himself had already drawn to a close. In his head, all he thought about was Piper's request, no, her demand. And he knew he could not disobey.

PAT!

“Guh~! Yeah...! Nngghhh ~~~H-harder, Dad. Harder~” PAT! “Fuck yes~! Nyynnmph~~~! M-more~!” PAT! “Nnggh...! Hell yeah...! Fuck! I love you~!”

Gone was the near frantic thrusting of his hips. No longer was Russell fucking Piper into the floor with a relentless aggression. This was something else, something more passionate, something more intimate, something... close.

Russell wasn't fucking his daughter, he was making love to her.

His length traveled in and out of her pussy at a steady pace. Slow, yes, but incredibly powerful. Piper felt every thrust on a finite level. Every push, every penetration, every impact, ground against her quivering folds like a battering ram destroying a barrier. And even though she had her legs wrapped around his waist, she rocked her hips in time with his penetrations, amplifying the pleasure they felt tenfold.

“Harder, Dad~ Harder~” she whispered, “Nmmph~~~! D-don't stop until...! Nyaaah... don't stop until we... f-fuck~! Don't stop until we both cum~!”

“Mm-hmm!”

He picked up the pace, but just a bit. Not enough to outright pound her into the floor like earlier, but more than enough for her to feel just how close he was. She was close too, if not closer. That hungry, horny, needy desire within her would not be denied. Pussy clinching around his cock, she was already milking him for the cum within his balls.

Just a bit more. A few more 'PATS!' even a few more 'THWAPS!'. Russell's teeth were gritted still as his steeled cock made a mess of his daughter's pussy. And Piper kept grinning at him, even when a mighty thrust would make her cry out in ecstasy.

All it took was one final thrust, and--

“Nngghh!”

“Nmmmmph~~~!”

SPLORT! SPLORT! SPURRT!

Piper leaned back on the floor, her eyes closed, her lips sealed, and a sliver of drool traveling down her chin. Deep down in her pussy, her father's cock erupted like a raging volcano. Rope after rope after rope of pearlescent seed was launched into her pussy, painting her pink walls white... much like he'd done with her mouth and throat before. And also like her mouth and throat, his orgasm triggered her own, causing her to squirt lightly around his dick for what had to be the seventh time this tryst.

But who's keeping track?

The intense sounds of his internal orgasm echoed into Piper's ears. It was only when he stopped cumming that she fell on the floor and gasped for breath. Her eyes then opened... and she smiled up at her father with this kooky expression.

Patricia was always so stiff, so morose, so... guarded. But here in this moment, as she laid beneath her father with his cock in her cunt, she felt none of those things. Right here, right now? She felt... warm. And that warmth drove her to lean in until her nose pressed to Russell's once again.

“Dad...?”

“Nmm... y-yes, Piper?”

“You... you're a fucking idiot...” she whispered... only to chuckle, “Ehehehehe... but... youre my fucking idiot... nnnmmmph~~~”

“Mmmmm...”

And they kissed.

…

“Um... what the fuck is this...?”

“Uhh... it's... dinner...?”

This was dinner? This was more like someone's science experiment gone wrong! Not fucking dinner!

For what felt like hours, this silver-metal pot had steam flowing out of it. In the beginning, Piper would say it smelled pretty good. She could smell cheese, various vegetables, and even a few unique sauces here and there. But then time went on, and those once pleasant fragrances shifted into something vile. Her nose began to twist and curl, as the air smelled less like pleasant food, and more like her bedroom after smoking in it for a few hours.

And now, when it was all said and done, when that pot containing their dinner was revealed to her, all she could ask was... well...

“No, serious, Dad... what the fuck is this?”

Russell appeared hapless, this frown adorning his lips as he gazed into the pot himself.

“It's... seafood pasta...” he answered.

Seafood pasta? This was neither seafood nor pasta! It was more like a congealed cheese and shellfish stew! Cheese had melted and burned, attaching to the pot not like something edible, but more like glue. The noodles of whatever pasta he had put into it (is it supposed to be rigatoni!?) had all melted away as well, having seemingly evaporated into the burning hot water and cheese. And the actual seafood of this so-called 'seafood pasta'? Dear heavens! These poor shrimp and scallops! They were already dead, but now their burned carcasses had been practically zombified!

Never – not once – has Piper ever seen something so... paranormal before! And for a while, her mother dated some strange chef who came up with all sorts of 'unique' meals, so she knows something about food appearing paranormal! If this was anyone else trying to serve her this congealed cheese and shellfish stew, she'd throw it back in their face!

But it was her father's congealed cheese and shellfish stew... and it showed he was trying. Oh heavens above was he trying.

“It's terrible, isn't it?” asked Russell, causing Piper to give him a frank smile.

“Well... I wouldn't exactly call it edible,” the feline replied with a giggle, “But... I appreciate the attempt, really, I do,” shifting her gaze back down to the pot, she grabbed its top and sealed it, before looking back at her father with an eyebrow raised, “Mind me asking... why seafood pasta? Wouldn't something simple like spaghetti be easier to make?”

“Yeah, it would but...” Russell mumbled as he sheepishly scratched the back of his head, “Well... I wanted to do something special for you. And... well... I know how much you love seafood pasta.”

“Me...? Love seafood pasta?” said Piper, her cheeks turning red as her ears twitched and tail sprung up, “Huh... you... you remember that...?”

“Of course I do...” he replied with this hapless smile, “You love seafood pasta. You... you love all the cheese and the noodles, and the fish and shrimp that your mother would cut into it when cooking it. At least...” he shrugged his shoulders, “You used to. I'm not sure if you still like it, but I know you did when you were a child.”

Piper tilted her head at her father. With the knowledge gained of their current relationship, there were a hundred things he could say in relation to what she liked as a child. She even came close to teasing him for it. But instead, she shook her head and smiled, before stepping in close to her father. Gazing into his eyes, she pressed her chest up to his chest and continued smiling at him, causing him to turn somewhat sheepish as their eye contact remained strong.

“Thanks Dad... for caring so much,” said Patricia, before shaking her head and giggling, “Buuuuut... why don't we order out instead. I... I think your seafood pasta needs a little work.”

“Yeeeaaah... heh heh... I agree...” Russell replied haplessly, “Aah... still... I put in so much work on this... hm...”

“Heh heh heh...! And I appreciate that, Dad. Really. But...”

The pot suddenly shuddered as an alien sounding 'Blurgph!' escaped from the seams at the top. Both Russell and Piper's expressions turned pale as they gazed at the pot of 'food', where a sweat dropped the side of her father's head.

“Okay. Yeah. Let's go out to eat instead,” Russell said as he looked back at Piper, “You go put on some pants, and I'll throw out this pot and get the car running.”

“Nyeh heh heh! 'Kay then. Don't take too long, Dad.”

He smiled bashfully, his cheeks a light red; embarrassed both by what he cooked, and what he said. Piper giggled however, and reached up to palm her father's face. Gently he nuzzled into her touch, while his blue eyes met her eyes, and the smile on her lips.

“Dad?” she said, causing him to straighten up a bit.

“Yes, Piper?”

“I love you.”