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Tommy's ears perked up when he heard her name. He tried not to show much more of a reaction than that, "Melissa? That's a nice name." He smiled disarmingly to the pretty otteress. He'd heard about a Melissa from his new girlfriend, Mary, but he didn't know if this was that Melissa.

The otteress didn't catch his reaction, she was still just blown away by how handsome and bold he was, "Thank you, um, Tommy's a nice name too. I'm guessing you've got Irish heritage?"

The bat nodded, "On my dad's side, my mom was African, so I'm kind of a mutt." He smiled more, showing those pearly whites of his to her.

Melissa giggled, "Oh don't I know that feeling. Still I get people who are surprised when they find out my last name is Martinez. I look more like my Japanese mom than my dad, I guess." She saw the time on the clock, "I suppose we should get to work."

Tommy nodded, "Yes, we're not just here to talk after all, though I must say, you're already such a doll to speak to. But, we gotta make money so we don't end up slurping dick for cash, am I right?"

The otter laughed, "Yeah, Dad's already 'disappointed in me' for getting knocked up out of wedlock, I don't want him to have a heart attack over me turning tricks while I'm carrying his future grandpup." She sat down at her desk, a smaller one separate from Tommy's.

The bat raised an eyebrow at her frankness, "Well, if it ever does come to that." He pulled out his keyboard to begin working on some papers that had been left on his desk, "You've got your first customer right here, babe."

Melissa tingled from that very straight-forward and blunt come-on from him. She looked at him as he pointedly began typing as if he'd said nothing out of the ordinary. She looked back at her own computer then began typing on things she'd been assigned herself.

...

The rest of the work day went with little incident. Tommy got much of his work done, while Melissa was taking his easier tasks for him.

They continued to chat over the day though and consequently Melissa found herself falling more for the bat, little knowing that he was actually with her former best friend.

And Tommy chose not to mention this, not yet. He really wanted to see how this all would play out at first. He was also becoming attracted to her, how could he not?

He loved Mary, but he still didn't quite know where they were relationship-wise. They had sex most of the time, but they didn't talk or even hang out that much. She was into pretty girly things, and he really wasn't.

Melissa was more her opposite. She was more tomboyish. She loved action movies and working out. Over the day, she got tired of the braid her dad made her wear to be more conservative and Tommy got to see her with her hair straight.

Her hair was long and black, part of her Asian heritage he assumed. It fit well with her pretty brown almond-shaped eyes.

Tommy also liked her modest breast line, he always admired that little feature of most mustelid women.

Melissa especially felt herself becoming attracted to the tall, roguish flying fox.

At the end of their first work day together, Tommy held the door to his new office for her, "Ladies first."

She blushed at his chivalry then bowed quickly, "No-no, you don't have to do that."

Tommy smiled, "I don't, but I wanted to."

Melissa pulled up the handle on her rolling backpack, "Arigoto and gracias then, Tommy." She stepped out before him.

Tommy pointedly looked at her cute butt as she went ahead of him.

Melissa stopped and Tommy quickly shifted his attention to her face as she suddenly turned around.

The otteress blushed as she said what she wanted to say, "Um... I'm free this weekend... If you don't mind."

And there it was, he'd just been asked for a night out with his girlfriend's ex-best friend, oh how interesting things had gotten in such a short time. He smiled, "I would love that, I know of a great place we could go to."

Melissa smiled back, "Okay, I guess I'll see you tomorrow then and... This weekend, maybe you'll get to see more." She shot a sultry eye at him when she said that.

Tommy grinned, "Maybe..."

...

Melissa made it home after work. She didn't have her own apartment or house, her father had made her come home and stay at his house after she'd become pregnant with his future grandchild.

He was still down at the office, so this allowed Melissa a moment to relax. She'd had to move into her old bedroom. She looked around the small area which used to look so big at one point. All of her old posters or other things had been taken down, and the room's welcoming beige had been painted over with a muddy brown. Her father had converted her room into a guest room, but since she was back it was hers until she got back on her feet.

She looked at pictures that she'd put around the room to make it feel like home again. She found one of her in the bathtub when she was very young. Sitting in the tub with her was Mary, her friend. It was during a sleepover, she recalled. She put the picture down on her dresser drawer. Mary hung up her backpack then immediately took off her clothes.

She picked out a nightgown then made her way quickly to the bathroom.

Melissa closed the door as she went in, but didn't lock it.

The 24 year-old mother-to-be stepped into the stall then turned on the shower. She let the hot water stream down her sleek otter body, let the water soak her skin underneath her fur. She pulled the shower head off then sprayed down areas which were especially sensitive.

Her nipples hardened when she sprayed them with hot water, sticking out like chocolate chips from her delicate caramel coat. She brought the shower head down, massaged her baby belly. She was a month in; she still had a while more to go before her pup was ready.

The bathroom door opened slowly as Melissa was just pointing that shower head between her legs at her puffy vulva.

The glass door slid open and her intruder came in, putting his arms around her waist as he pressed his bare erection into her backside.

Melissa leaned in against her gentleman caller then let him pull on her hair.

Her father whispered, "Submissive, just like your mother." He put one paw on her belly, the other on her breast then he slid himself up inside her.

Melissa offered no resistance as her father bred with her, in fact she welcomed his incestuous feelings for her.

Mr. Martinez nibbled on his baby girl's neckline as he pumped firmly into her with all the furor of a male half his age. As far as he was concerned, the baby growing in her belly was his.

Clear pre dribbled from their union as father and daughter mated like husband and wife.

Melissa climaxed before her father, her fem cum squirting out and getting washed away by the water from the shower.

Mr. Martinez wasn't even done. He pulled out of her then whispered, "Finish your shower, then come to Daddy's room, Baby Girl."

Melissa was an adult now, but she still allowed her father to talk down to her like a child. He didn't like her sleeping with other males, but she still did. He probably hadn't even realized her baby was most likely from another male.

Melissa turned off the shower then scrubbed herself down. She walked down the hall to her father's bedroom. She walked by a picture of her late mother along the way.

Her mom had died when she was still going to middle school. It was about then when her father started to train her.

First it was simple innocent touches that her father would give her, sometimes even with company around, like he wanted someone to say something, though they normally didn't.

As she developed into a teenager, her father's advances grew less and less innocent until one day after she had turned 15, he took her; he deflowered his own baby girl.

He used protection then; he was careful to wear condoms in those times. Then after she turned 18, he stopped using the condoms. He put her on birth control so he could have his baby girl with no condoms to block him.

Eventually, even the birth control stopped, he was just using her to breed himself a new son or daughter now that he'd trained her to love and appreciate him for so many years.

But, Melissa had grown independent, while her father was having her, she would also go out and meet different males and let them use her with no protection; she believed that was what males liked now. Most of them took the bait.

She remembered her friend, her best friend who knew nothing of her relationship with her father. She knew Mary wouldn't understand, but she loved Mary as dearly as she could love anyone. Mary was the only real friend she had who didn't want her just for her sex.

She remembered Jamie, Mary's ferret boyfriend. He took her bait just like any male, she didn't even have to try that hard. She felt bad hurting her friend like that, and she broke up with him after he was going to leave Mary to be with her. She didn't want that, but the damage was already done.

Her best friend found out and now Mary wouldn't speak to her, wouldn't see her and she couldn't blame her. She was an awful friend.

Melissa's thoughts swam like this as she came into her father's room and she saw him sprawled out in bed waiting for her.

Mr. Martinez grumbled, "It's about time... Come here and ride Daddy, Baby Girl."

Melissa stood there looking at her father's throbbing dick before finally she spoke up, "No..."

Mr. Martinez cocked an eyebrow, "Excuse me?"

Melissa looked down. She didn't want to see him angry at her, but she had to stand up for herself, "I'm not doing this anymore! I'm moving out! I'm leaving and I'm not coming back!"

Her father stood up. He spoke with disbelief, "Really? After all I do for you? After taking care of you, protecting you for all these years, you're just leaving like that?"

Melissa sobbed, "You never protected me! Not from you... Not from all of those things you did to me when I was little! I can't deal with this! I'm grown up. I'm having a baby, and I'm going to have her without you!"

She slammed the door shut then stormed back to her room where she immediately started to pack things so she could get out of there.

Her father began to knock loudly on her door, "Baby Girl! You're going to open this door for your father and you're going to do it now!" He started slamming door, threatening to tear it off of its hinges.

Melissa screamed, "NO! You're not gonna hurt me anymore! And I'm not your Baby Girl!"

Mr. Martinez just got angrier. He rammed the door hard, this time breaking it open. He looked upon his daughter still naked, except for some panties she'd put back on, "You're leaving? Then where are you gonna go? To a shelter? With that ferret bitch of yours? You're not going!" He took the backpack from her, "You are not putting my child in danger after I'd finally made it."

Melissa screamed in his face as she pulled on her backpack, "It's not even gonna be your fucking kid!"

Martinez squinted his eyes at her, "What are you saying?"

Melissa spoke clearly, "I fucked someone else, his sperm made my baby! Not you! And you're my fucking dad, you shouldn't be trying to make a baby with me anyway!"

Martinez grabbed his daughter, "You're my daughter! You're also my last chance to have a son in my name! That weak bitch couldn't carry another child after she had you, then she died!" He said this as if it really justified everything he did, "Who? Who got their mutt sperm in you?"

Melissa spat in his face, "It definitely wasn't you... Now let me go... I'm leaving, and you're not going to stop me, not anymore!"

Martinez was fuming with anger but he let her go, "Fine... Go rot in a gutter, take your filthy mutt with you... You're no daughter of mine, you're not welcome here! Get the fuck out!"

She wasn't even fully dressed, but she wasn't going to wait around for him to change his mind. She picked up her backpack then made her way downstairs in just the panties she'd pulled on in her haste. She stepped out the front door and her father slammed the door shut then locked it as soon as she was out.

Melissa stood there naked on her front porch. She hurried to her car, before she realized she didn't have her keys. She left in such a hurry, she left them and there was no way she was going back in there. She sat down on the warm pavement as she wracked her tired brain on what she should do now. She looked through her backpack, she at least remembered her cellphone. She knew only one number she could call...

...

"Mmm... That tongue... Get it deep, you rat with wings!" Mary teased Tommy as the bat tasted her love canal.

Tommy growled with his muzzle deep in the valley of her womanhood, and let that tongue go deep as he could take it.

His jill churred, purred and contorted from her lover's expert licking, "Oh, you dirty bastard..." She bit her lip as she hit her climax, squirting her hot cum for him to drink down.

And it was just as Mary felt the haze of her orgasm wash over her that her phone started to vibrate on the coffee table by the couch where she and Tommy had been making love.

She cursed, "Urgh! Just when I bust one, someone's gotta fuck it up!"

Tommy answered, "I'll get it, it might be someone important."

Mary grumbled, "No! If it's my mom, she's gonna want to know who you are and... I don't want her to see you quite yet. She loved Jamie so much she just can't seem to understand why I broke up with him, or she refuses to." She pulled herself up, fixing her shirt so it covered her upper body better before she picked up her phone. She saw the number, "Fuck... It's Melissa."

Tommy's ears perked up, "Really?"

Mary's stubborn pride still got to her, this was her best friend, but she hurt her so bad when she let Jamie get her pregnant. She looked at Tommy, "Should I answer it?"

Tommy shrugged, "Your voicemail's just gonna pick it up anyway."

Mary groaned, "You're right." She pressed the button to receive the call. "Yeah?"

Melissa's voice came through. She was sitting on her front porch in misery trying to hide her bare body from any passersby, "Mary... I need you to come get me."

The ferretess heard her friend's voice and at once could tell she'd been crying, "Melissa, what's wrong?"

Melissa sobbed, "Dad's locked me out of the house!"

Mary blinked, "He did what?"

The otter explained, "I told him I was moving out, and he threw me out of here without even giving me a chance to get dressed and without my car keys, and there's no way I'm crawling back to him, not again." She shivered, "Please come get me..."

Mary sighed. Melissa may have hurt her, but this was still her friend and right now, she needed her help. Mary spoke into the receiver, "I'll be right there!"

Melissa sniffed, "Thank you, Mary."

Mary hung up then she looked at Tommy, "I have to go help my friend."

Tommy smiled, "I understand. I'll be right here when you get back."

Mary leaned over her boyfriend, "Thank you." She kissed his cheek then she got up to dress herself in a hurry.

...

Melissa was getting cold as the afternoon sun sank into the dusk. She was still upset but she wasn't crying anymore. She needed this. She had to make this step. Her father had tried to be so controlling of her for so long, she never had room to breathe.

Thankfully for her, no one had chanced to walk by and see the sad, pathetic otter sitting on her front porch, naked save for the one pair of panties she could get on before her dad shoved her out.

She looked up when she thought she heard a car driving up. She felt tears come to her eyes again when she recognized her best friend's bright blue car stop on her driveway.

Mary got out as soon as she pulled in and she saw her friend shivering on the front porch, "Oh, Mel..."

The otter turned away, absolutely embarrassed to be seen this way.

Mary walked right up and the first thing she did was to got down on her knees and hug her friend close, despite her current nudity.

Melissa was shocked. After what a terrible friend she had been, Mary could still hold her like this. She sniffed more pathetically as she buried her muzzle in her friend's neckline. She stammered, "I-I'm s-so sorry for Jamie and me-"

Mary hugged her friend tighter, "Shush! That's all past... We don't need to talk about that, not right now."

Melissa sniffed and buried her face more.

Mary shed some tears for her estranged friend, "Shh... Calm yourself." She stood up then she walked right up to the front door of Melissa's home. She remembered playing with her friend here when they were still little girls, still grossed out by nasty boys. She shook that memory then knocked firmly on the front door, "Mr. Martinez!"

The door opened and Martinez stuck his head out, "Well, if it isn't little Mary Ward, and my how have you grown since I last saw you."

Mary always felt creeped out around him but then she could never figure out why. Nonetheless, she spoke calmly, "Mr. Martinez, I don't know what's going on here, but your daughter called me in tears telling me you'd locked her out, and you didn't even let her get dressed?"

Martinez instantly dropped his nice act, "If the little slut wants to go out and fuck every other man, then she doesn't need clothes. It'll just make her easier for all of those studs, eh?"

Mary bristled at his cruelty, "Just give me some clothes for Melissa, her car keys, anything else and I'll be out of here and I'm taking my friend with me, away from you."

The otter looked aside at his daughter, cowering behind her friend then he looked up at the ferret before a cruel smile appeared on his face, "Sure... I'll give you the clothes... If you suck my dick!"

Mary felt her fur stand up as she got angrier, "Robert... You don't want to test me. I'm asking one more time, nicely. Can I have my friend's clothes, please?"

Martinez still felt he was a big man who could push his weight around. He grabbed Mary's shoulder suddenly before he said, "Better idea, why don't you take off your clothes, then both of you come in and ride Daddy's lap?"

That was the last straw.

Mary hauled off then punched the male hard in the nose, hard enough to leave him dazed and bleeding from his nostrils. She held her hand after hurting it on his face, "Fucker..." She stepped over him, "Wait right here, Melissa, and call the cops in case he gets up."

Melissa immediately began dialing on her cellphone.

Mary remembered where her friend's room was. She went up and found Melissa's suitcase she had been packing. She quickly gathered things that had been scattered, put them in the case then zipped it up. She came downstairs.

Melissa had just dialed the police and told her situation to the operator.

Mary understood, "I guess we have to stay until they get here, huh?"

...

So while they waited, Mary helped Melissa get dressed into a simple black t-shirt with a pair of blue jean shorts.

Melissa felt like she needed to say something, "Mary..."

The ferret sat by her friend, "I already know what you're going to say, and I already told you I don't need to hear it."

Melissa sniffled, "How can you be so forgiving?"

Mary sighed. She held her friend's paw, "I know what happened isn't really your fault. Jamie's an idiot and I'm worse for not dumping him earlier."

The police arrived just as Mr. Martinez was regaining his senses.

The otter felt the dried blood on his face and was about to say something when he saw officers stepping up to his house.

The officer in charge demanded, "Alright, what's going on here? We got a call about a domestic dispute."

Martinez spoke, "Oh, officers, yes my daughters friend came to my house, said she was taking my baby girl away from me and when I tried to stop her, she struck me." He sniffed.

Mary got up, "Officer, don't listen to him. This jerk here threw his only daughter out of his house without even letting her get dressed and..."

Martinez shot a venomous glare at her.

"And... He's been sexually abusing me since my mother died, officers." Melissa came forward and she'd had a little box that she had retrieved. She gave it to the officer, "If you'll look in that... You'll see pictures he took of me... When was I was still 11!"

The officer did look while Martinez tried to stammer his way out of it, "Now officers, I can explain all that... A doctor asked me to take those for her health!"

The officer saw a lot of very incriminating photos of the middle-aged otter's then preteen daughter.

Melissa held herself.

The officer looked at the otter, "This still doesn't explain the blood."

Mary admitted to the officer, "That was me... I politely asked him to let me have Melissa's things so she could leave, but he started asking me for sexual favors then he put his hand on me... I hit him, he's bleeding, if you wanna write me up for that, fine, but the asshole deserved it!"

The officer sighed, "We'll have to take you in, I hope you understand. Not for long, just so you can make your statement if you want to file charges. Honestly," he lifted the little box, "There's enough here for a conviction but, we still need statements from the both of you."

Mary sighed, "Fine. Then let's get this over with..."