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LemonKitsune Productions Presents:

Café Plaisir Ch. 1: The Shadow Fox

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STORY CONTENTS: Incest, Breeding, Size Play, Blood Gore Violence and Death (All not in Yiff), Cubs, M/F, Big Breasts, Story Plot, Love, Pokemon Shenanigans

COPYRIGHTS: All characters and story are © Allester E. Darkflame 2016-2017

Omen is © DarkViolet

Pokemon is © Gamefreaks and Nintendo

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The roar of the crowd that's what he lived for. His whole life revolved around the screams and cheers of the people wanting blood, wanting violence, wanting to see others gasping for breath on the ground. He would bring that for them, because they loved him. As a cub growing up in Japan, his life meant nothing to everyone else. It was rare to see a "Dark Type" in the land of the Rising Sun, much less a Zoura like him. In the past, they were chased from cities, hated for their trickery and sharp wits, as well as feared for their Dark Powers. His parents had abandoned him, left him in a tiny village and disappeared. He remembered the spite and spit of the other children at the orphanage. The way they glared at him, called him names. When he was eight years old he had had enough, and lashed out on a slightly older Growlithe. The girls jaw was broken and three teeth flew to the ground, they left him alone after that.

"OMEN, OMEN, OMEN!" that was what the kids called him, the adults too, so of course he used that now days. Allester smiled brightly and drank in the applause as he walked down the corridor leading to the ring. It was beautiful. Solid concrete floor ringed with eight pillars lined with steel rebar. Nothing like the official rings in North America and Europe, no this was the Russia-China coalition ring. There were no rules in this ring, there were no referees or officials with laws. As he approached the ring, he smiled at a massive Arcanine woman with three teeth missing from the left side of her muzzle. She stood ten feet tall, a brick wall of muscles rippling beneath brilliant orange fur streaked with black and a white belly. She had tits literally three times the size of his head and thighs that could crush him, had crushed him.

"Lupe." He said, standing only four feet and a few inches tall, he couldn't reach her hips much less her face without help. She gave him that help, reaching down and picking him up by the thick blue fur that ringed his neck and shoulders. They shared an awkward kiss, mostly because her muzzle was twice the size of his, but they kissed passionately enough that the crowd screamed for more! When she set him down, he showed his talent with his hands, holding up her mammoth bra that contained her PP tits, Perfect Pillows he called them. They cheered as he threw it in to the audience, fans loved getting some of Lupe's underwear, she wasn't a fighter but as his woman she was well known.

He moved his dark furred body in to the lights of the ring, tucking his tail briefly before lashing it out in a fanning streak that brought brilliant flames to the air and got the fans riled up. He grinned as he eyed today's opponent. A large, Lucario male, that looked like he spent far too much time at the gym, and not enough with books. That was his edge, the reason he won every fight, he had studied fights and war, learning everything he could. The male had a good three feet of height and likely another hundred pounds on him. But watching the man's 'warm up' punches, he saw a flaw and smiled a dark and sinister grin that made his emerald eyes twinkle. His own body was corded muscle, compact and ripped with sinew designed for bursts of power and speed. He also had a better center of gravity, knowing his weight well and how to balance on any foot, hand and even his tail if needs be.

Lupe was a great sparring partner, ever since he first hit her as kids. Twenty-one years later and they were still together and she had prepared him for this night with a morning of hot and wild sex, vigorous training, and then more sex. She treated him like her personal plushy toy and he allowed it because it was fun for the fans to see. When a large Feraligator entered the ring and held up a red and blue card, the red at him and the blue to his challenger, Allester knew to center his weight on his right foot and shift his tail to the left leg. As soon as the cards dropped, the Feraligator ducked out of the ring and a massive steel cage slammed to the ground on the outside of the pillars. Both he and his opponent lunged. But he went right and used his natural agility, to run behind his target.

The Lucario never saw his strike, two hard punches to his lower back before grabbing hold of those dark dreadlocks on the back of his head. Allester leaned in and bit down viciously on his targets shoulder, feeling the crunch of bone snapping under the power of his jaws. The coppery taste of blood surged his adrenaline, made even stronger by the roar of the crowd cheering "OMEN!" all at once. The challenger whirled in place, spinning like a top violently until he was forced to let go or get slung in to the wall, even as it was he landed closer to the cage than he wanted. He barely had time to dodge a fire punch aimed for his head; the steel spike on the back of that hand would have gored him if he hadn't moved. He still felt the heat of the attack and the impact it made on the cage. A quick snap of his jaws and let the poison in his fangs weaken his target.

There were no rules, and while the venom worked through his opponent's blood, he thrust his head in low and head butted the Lucario in the lower belly. At the same time, he launched his own Fire punch right in to the challengers balls, fire beat steel after all. As the other male crumpled to the ground, writhing in pain, Allester lifted his seven inch black ears, tipped in blue flames, and listened to the crowd chant his stage name. "OMEN!" filled the air on rapid chants, and everyone held their fists out with their thumbs down. Those without thumbs motioned with their paws aimed down. He knew what they wanted. He leaned in and bit once more, this time clamping his jaws through the jugular, and then savagely snapped his head side to side, spattering blood across the ground before his head jerked away and came free with the muscles and tube that made up the throat.

The crowd all at once went silent. The gasps of breath the last sound his challenger made before going still. He smiled, blood dripping from his jaws as he lunged his arms up in the air and the crowd screamed his name again. Chanting for more, but it was the last fight of the night, and he had given them what they wanted. The twenty-seventh time he had given the crowd what they wanted. His fights didn't start out like that; he used to stop once the challenger was down for the thirty-count. As the cage rose up and the Judge slid under, the red card was raised and the Feraligator snarled out, "ONCE MORE! The Night is closed out by our eighty-pound fury, our Shadow Fox, the one and only IL~L-OMEN!" he screamed the last bit to get over the sound the crowd made. But Allester noticed the gleam in his female's eyes, he knew the sight of blood turned her on, and that's why he started to kill. It was all for her.

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Allester's eyes snapped open as he jerked up in bed, the blankets tangled around his legs and a pillows held tightly in his jaws, feathers from a Fearow falling from the fabric. His breathing was heavy, his emerald eyes wild and flicking side to side. A large black paw pressed softly to the thick blue fur of his lion-like mane that dipped down the center of his chest. "Shhhh daddy. You're safe." A deep, but feminine voice said. He started to relax, still panting as he let go of the pillow and looked around with more alert eyes. They found the green eyes of his daughter's, Loreanna. She smiled softly, looking so much like her mother Lupe. She was easily nine feet and two inches tall, but she curled in his bed to snuggle with him just like her mother used to. As he started to relax more, she shifted on the bed, the rest of the blankets falling down her side and exposing large tits that shared his dark fur and the slight line of blue at her breast bone.

The dusky golden skin of her nipples looked like eyes centered on those MM's as she smothered his face in to her orbs and laid on top of him. He felt her weight shift, all five hundred and seventeen pounds of her, and then the inferno of her hairy muff swallowing his shaft as she let out a cooing sigh. He didn't fill her like he did when she was younger, but he also knew she did this more for him than her. She didn't care about sex, this was just love for her father and nothing more. He missed her mother, the way she calmed his nightly terrors in this same fashion, but Loreanna was gentler, more caring than Lupe was. The roll of her hips not as impassioned, not needful and demanding. She worked her hips to please him, to relax him and soothe him in the liquid embrace of her sex. He relaxed, letting her do her thing and falling in to a rhythm that matched hers.

Mentally she didn't like sex, but that didn't mean her body failed to respond. Her muscles clenched and sucked at his meat, nursing along his five inches of flesh. In the past his shaft reached depths inside her and stretched her to her limits, but when she hit thirteen that started to change as a massive growth spurt hit her, just like her mother. Her passage enveloped his flesh in a cradling cuddle that oozed her heated honey along his naked flesh as she rolled her hips and listened to the rude noises their joining made. Little grunts echoed between her breasts as she rested her weight over his body, her ass rising and falling only just enough to show the movements of the wall of orange furred flesh. The massive swirl of flames making up her tails billowing length swept over his shins since her butt cheeks pressed down against his knees.

He could feel the heat within her passage rising, knowing how her body enjoyed this play and worked to fulfill its own desires by betraying her mind. Even the little squeaking mewl she let out to signal the small orgasm she had was barely heard - only thanks to his giant ears. The rippling of her inner walls along his short spire made him squirm and shudder, a quick release of his pent up seed in to her depths, and she sighed alongside him. Sweat matted much of her thick fur pelt as she rolled over again, her pussy spitting out his knot with ease and then his shaft with some of his seed slobbering down his rod. She reached down and grabbed the blankets to pull them back up before reaching her large hand over again and pulling him against her. She laid on her side so he could use her tits as pillows if he wanted, knowing her loved the smell of her after sex... and she found the act of cuddling him like a plush toy arousing.

"Sleep daddy. Relax. You're safe with me." She purred in his ear, feeling him still trembling from the terror of his nightmare. She wasn't alive when her father was a fighter, but she knew about it. He made a point of letting her learn his dark past since that past was the reason her mother was gone. She kissed his forehead and started to hum a song he taught her, a song he always heard her mother humming - a song her mother had taught to her before leaving her in the orphanage, he felt that should be passed on to her. He felt her fall back asleep, the deep rumbling purr she let out was a clear sign, and she trained herself to do that because it reminded him of her mother. This time though, it made him start crying, remembering the hole in his heart where Lupe once filled.

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"LOREANNA!" shrieked an ice blue furred girl running after the large Arcanine female. She was barely three feet shorter, but much of it was her tall and thin ears tipped in a triangle of green. She chased after her fiery half sister with a paddle she formed from ice thanks to her heritage as a Glaceon.

Loreanna danced away from her at every turn, moving through the grassy yard in fluid movements their father had taught her. He had schooled her in self defense because, like him, she was a runt growing up and kids picked on her. But with her, he taught her not to hit in anger, only to attack in self-defense or defense of others. So when he was working, she had her little sister's help keep her in shape. "You need to be faster, Kanichi. You're an Ice type, and small statured, come on you could easily catch me if you tried." She said, watching the six foot-two inch Glaceon swing wildly with her paddle and miss every time.

"You don't have Huge tits to work through!" she retorted, but then paused and grunted. "Wait-"

"I'm three times your boob size!" Loreanna huffed as she cut off her fifteen year old sister. "Mine are easily twenty pounds heavier than yours!" she laughed, standing still and ruffling her sisters icy hair that had two tendrils framing the sides of her face.

Kanichi rolled her eyes and huffed out a breath. "I'm not a fighter like you though. I wanna heal people, not hurt them." She said. It was true she was no fighter, at least compared to her dad and older sister. Anyone outside of the family would be lucky to swing and miss her even if she was a bit plumper than one of her species should be. Not fat, but she had a little belly from her love of food. She looked around the yard, scanning it a moment before grunting. "Twins." She said flatly.

Every inch of fur on Loreanna's body bristled, and before she could react she let out a shriek as her fur went poof ball! An electrical current surged through her ass cheeks briefly enough not to harm her, but enough to irritate her and stand her fur on end. She whirled in an instant and bared the left side of her jaws teeth, something her dad said she inherited from her mother. Standing only a foot taller than their dad, the Raichu twins smirked up at her, their gold cheek sacks pressed together and arcing electricity between them and their bolt like tails stabbed in to the ground."Tag!" they screamed and bolted.

Loreanna sneered after them; they were the only ones who could keep pace with their father in running, and the only ones able to catch her off guard. They may be twelve years old, but like Kanichi, they were smart and skilled. Not for the first time, Loreanna wondered just how much she inherited from her mother. A cooling breeze brushed along her body, it smoothed down her fur and she looked over at Kanichi and smiled, "Thanks."

"No problems sis. Like daddy always says, 'Family sticks together or falls apart'."

With a broad smile, Loreanna nodded her head. "Now if we could just figure out how to glue their feet to the ground." They shared a laugh before walking to the front porch and scooped up their backpacks.

"Keep an eye on them Lore. They get in trouble and dad flakes."

"Oh gods don't remind me." Loreanna sulked.

"Hehehe, maybe you like it when daddy flakes. You get to calm him down." Kanichi teased, a sultry swing to her hips as she walked a bit in front of her sister. It was no secret their father slept with his daughters, it was a reason they lived out here in the country side, to avoid ignorant twits who couldn't understand their families love for one another.

"You know full well I don't enjoy sex Kanichi. I do it to help him." She responded, letting out a sigh as they caught up to the twins at the bus stop. "I love him just as much as my mom did, maybe even more."

Kanichi looked at her older sister and smiled the sweetest smile, "Yeah, but you could at least share him." She winked. Even the twins looked over and winked at her. Gods those two were nothing but horn balls. Reyna and Rena looked exactly alike with their shock purple fur and green underbellies, even at twelve years old their figures were shapely and plush and Loreanna honestly wondered if it was their Father's genes that lead to big tits considering all four of them hit puberty really young and developed fast. "So, which one of you is lying today and which telling truth." Kanichi asked the twins.

All she got back was a pair of mischievous grins and one word. "ME!" they said in that creepy unison twins were known for.

A long trolley, about fifteen feet long and the same tall, rolled up on its tracks and stopped in front of them. The girls all climbed on board and sat together for the ride in to town. Loreanna noticed a Houndoom man leering at the twins. She leaned over the back of his seat and started growling low in her chest. The man was barely five feet tall, with a set of horns curled around his head. He turned arrogantly, snapping at her with a "What the fuck do you wa-" his voice stopped as soon as he saw the behemoth behind him. She didn't need to speak to him, she long ago learned that her size was intimidating, and all she normally had to do was stare someone down. Once again, it worked. The male slowly slid from his seat and rushed up to the front of the trolly.

"Damn you're getting good at that." Kanichi whispered with a giggle.

"Dad says to fight with your eyes before your fists. Make them fear you not for your body size, but for the cunning of your mind." Loreanna said this casually, and noticed the twins mockingly mimic her and using their hands to 'talk'. So she snorted at them, a brief lick of flame teasing their crescent moon shaped ears.

"HEY!" one of them shouted, she couldn't tell which one Reyna was and which one was Rena, which had been impossible once they hit six years old and started changing their personalities and wearing the same exact clothes. Only they knew which was which... and father, somehow the man knew precisely who was who at a glance. Even the twins didn't know how he guessed right every single time.

The trip in to town was more or less uneventful after that, just another day traveling the line for twelve miles, hopping out to go to high school - though for Kanichi it was college - and then going home. She missed her home every time she left for school, but again, her father insisted they all get an education; something he didn't have growing up because of what he was and not who he was.

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Allester watched his daughters get on to the trolley from a distance, they never noticed him following them. Over protective would not touch the surface of how he was with his girls. He lost Lupe because he thought he was untouchable. He almost lost Loreanna as well. He could still remember his last kill, the man that killed Lupe and nearly killed Loreanna. A crazy fan of Lucid Lucario, the man he killed in the ring during the last fight of his career. That night, Lupe told him she was pregnant and the sheer excitement of it made him choose to stop fighting. For a little more than seven months, he didn't fight a second of his life anymore. His love for the crowd lost when he became a father. But then that damn Rhyhorn showed up while he was off drinking with friends for his bachelor party.

He came home to late. Lupe was there in the foyer when he opened the door. Her plump belly slashed, she had held on until he got home. She passed on the ambulance drive, her blood on his hands since he tried to help her cover the wound. Loreanna was born prematurely. She was tiny, so tiny and so helpless. She spent ten months in the hospital because of the stress during her birth. In those two years, he hunted down that fan. He did something horrible that night, one that continued to haunt his nightmares. That last fight, the death of his love, and the cold blooded murder of that Rhyhorn's husband, and the man himself. Originally that night was a blur to him, but over the years he remembered. He saw everything clearly.

A tremble rolled down his spine as he reminisced, of his history. He came to Oklahoma to escape his past overseas. No one knew 'Omen' over here in the states. No one looked twice at a Zoura either, for they were not as rare or hated as in Japan. Originally he immigrated to Florida with Loreanna when she was two years old. He met Kanichi's mother there, she was a crazy one night stand at his job as a waiter in some upscale Hotel Kitchen. Eight months later, he found Kanichi in a little basket with her birth certificate and a note telling him to keep the noisy shit. Again those dark thoughts drifted to his mind, he was abandoned as a cub as well, and seeing the woman abandon their daughter filled him with rage. But then the little ice angle sneeze a cloud of snow and he melted. Once more he packed up and moved, traveling to Texas where he had a chance to fight again.

This time it was legal fights, no blood, no killing. He kept his name though, 'Omen' reminded him of who he was and who he had to never be like. Many fans made the connection too though, and that put him and his girls at risk. A month before he left, the woman he was dating told him she was pregnant. He brought her with him, and when the twins were born, she stuck around for another month before running off with another guy more her age. So once again he moved. He heard about a place where ones history was not a question or concern and he filled out an application with his only real trade skill besides fighting. He became the town blacksmith in a way. The smithy was located on sprawling country side and shared land with a place called "Café Plaisir" which he later found out was a brothel. He lost himself there, not in the Brothel, but in his new smithy.

Working with metal kept him in shape and made him use his mind and kept him from the urge to fight again. It was part of him, something he wanted but knew was wrong. Now he stood in front of the furnace, arranging cedar logs in to it and then tossing a thick iron grating over the logs. With a snap of his fingers, the logs ignited and he started shoveling some charcoal in and then closed the furnace. He hated those propane forges most used now days. He had the fire himself, but he couldn't work the forge and breathe the right flames at the same time. Plus, this large furnace could hold larger bits of ore and ingots, making it easier to shape large items such as reinforced bed frames that the Brothel often commissioned from him.

Opening the grate that sealed the forge depths, he slid in a large chunk of iron lump ore and let it begin to heat up while his foot pressed on billows beneath the forge. "You alive in there Ally?" a voice called from around the corner before a non-morphic Absol rounded the doorway.

"Omen, hey there." Allester said, never losing the irony of his friends name and his past stage name.

The dark blue face gave a slight smile, as if reading his thoughts. But the thick white fur kept in pristine condition relaxed as the hermaphrodite sat on hir haunches. "I need to order a couple things, if you don't have to much on your plate already."

With a smile, Allester whipped out an oil pen and piece of parchment he normally used for design layouts. "Shoot. All I have today is a few shoes for Lady Tiana." He said.

"The Rapidash? The one that owns the Theater?" Omen asked, tilting its head to the side slightly.

"Yeah, she snapped the left shoe. I never knew the morphic Rapidash wore the same shoes as their four legged fellows."

Omen laughed a deep and curious sound. "Yes, Japan has rarely seen our four legged types. Such is the regional variants I suppose. We do have a few anthro's here but in a very minor minority." He paused and noticed Allester waiting. "Ohh, apologies. I forgot you dislike discussing your history. On to business then, we need some breakaway cuffs for the party next week. About forty of them, easy to break if needs be, but not so easy that moving snaps them. I'd appreciate them in polished steel if viable."

"Sure is. Stainless steel sparkles nice and clean when polished, and for most races is easy enough to bend, but I can just purposely not harden the metal so it's a bit softer and can put fractures in it to make it easier to break. Forty though... I'll need Loreanna's help."

"The big one." Omen grunted, a lot of folks were intimidated by Loreanna, few passed the five foot mark in these parts, so a nearly ten foot tall seventeen year old girl made her hard to miss.

Allester just laughed, shaking his head side to side with a smirk. "Yes, the big one. You know the deal when I need her help, you gotta pay her work hours."

"That is agreeable." Omen responded, and turned to walk away. "Good afternoon, Allester." With that, he walked out and left the old fox to his work.

But now Allester's mind was distracted, he pulled the lump of iron ore from the forge with his bare hands, not minding the heat at all as he set it on top of a medium sized anvil. He took a moment to select the right hammer and then began swinging to turn the metal in to the shape he saw in it.

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After seven hours of working the forge, Allester stepped out of the building. Made from three walls of stacked boulders, an all dirt floor and the front wall made from heavy steel walls and a matching door. He carried the new cooking pot he made from the iron, walking to the small three bedroom house he owned on the property. The girls would be home by now, and he could smell some fresh berries being grilled coming from the open kitchen window. As he entered, his sweat soaked fur was instantly chilled thanks to the natural air conditioner that Kanichi made when indoors. She really had no control over her body temperature, but the family was thankful for it since their utility bill was limited to just TV and Internet service.

Kanichi kept the air cold and crisp in the spring and summer, as well as making ice from the moisture in the air so they had water in the massive four hundred gallon tank kept alongside the house. Loreanna could act like a heater during the fall and winter times, and the twins... the twins could power this house, the brothel and three other homes by themselves with all the energy they had. But he guessed the day was tiring for his girls, because Loreanna was passed out on the couch with Reyna and Rena curled up on her. Not leaning in to her, but actually sleeping on top of her belly, breasts, and Rena's ass cheeks in Loreanna's face. Kanichi was in the kitchen, grilling some berries, and fruits with some meat stuck on skewers alongside a few veggies.

She was wearing just a white lace apron and a pair of hot pink bikini panties. Her G cup breasts forced the aprons front to stretch forward, unable to curve around the sides of her orbs so there was plenty of side boob for him to enjoy, not to mention her rear jutting out slightly with her tail hiked high... she knew he was watching her.

"Smells wonderful, Kanichi." He said, walking up behind her and wrapping his arms around her middle. He leaned his head against her back, his head unable to pass her breasts level from their size difference.

"Thanks Dad. But try and keep it down. The triathlon was today at their school." She smiled and reached a wooden spoon around her to swat his rear end when she felt his prick swelling against her rump. "Dirty boy. Dirty Dirty Dirty. I'm your daughter." She teased, her sexual interest was aimed at women, only women, but she had a soft spot for the man who raised her and gave her life. She'd never leave his side, not like her mother had. Her velvety short blue fur shimmered in the dying sunlight coming through the window and she wiggled her hips a little as she felt his hands sliding up and down her belly, ohh how evil he was using her weakness against her. "Daddy." She huffed in mock horror and disbelief.

"Yes my First Snow?" he asked, kissing her when she leaned her head down for that action. He felt the way her belly muscled flexed form the teasing draw of his fingers, even as she shifted her weight and leaned her chest over the counter elbowed with the stove. Her tail hiked higher, and she felt his hands draw her panties down from the curve of her blue butt cheeks. He smiled as he leaned over her cushiony rump and squeezed both cheeks while breathing in the chilly hint of her scented fur. She always smelled like chocolate and strong fruit, this evening she had a hint of honeydew melon and it blended well with the spicy tinge of her heat. But before he could reach back and work open his pants, the twins stirred and rolled from the couch.

For a moment they looked disoriented, but then they shared a kiss that sparked between them and they stood up to stretch. A muffled curse whispered under Kanichi's breath hit his ears and he smirked. He knew how much she preferred closed doors, but he also knew she loved the thrill of being caught. The twins hadn't noticed him yet, so he eased his pants down slowly, letting his stiff member spring out and smack against her right ass cheek. His flesh color nearly matched the light blue color of her fur, but his dick was a few shades lighter than that. Even though he was only five inches long, his thickness provided Kanichi the pleasure of a summer sausage prying open her puffy vulva and sinking in to her moist depths. A shuddering gasp so low it may as well have been nothing escaped her lips.

Her hips rolled back a little as she adjusted her long legs, the base of her ears tinting a slight shade of red near the mane of green hair sweeping between her ears. Her panties hung only a half an inch below the curve of her bum, leaving the thick jungle of green hair between her thighs on display when he looked down to watch his flesh plow the pliant folds of his daughters sex. With a slow pace of thrusting, he moved his weight back and forth to tease the sensitive walls clutching at his flesh and tickle his own nerves with the molten core of her passage. He always found it funny, her elemental type was Ice and yet, she had the heat of a Fire type between her legs. The contrast was a delicious feel to his prick as he moved in a rhythmic push and pull that smooshed her rump cheeks to his crotch.

The twins finally looked over towards Kanichi and waves briefly before they turned on the TV and flipped through the channels. They hadn't seen him behind their sister, nor heard the sloppy sounds coming from her teen twat as his rod glided through her muff. His hands squeezed at her ass cheeks, peeling them apart and watching his flesh push through her puffy vulva and the thick jungle of hair she never trimmed because he liked a hairy pussy. But like him and her sisters, she lacked a tail hole which was fine by him since anal was something he didn't care for. He watched her honey ooze along his shaft, dripping slowly like thick syrup that had crystals of ice within it that teased his hot dick with that chill temperature on the outside of her body. A little moan escaped her muzzle and she bit her lower lip when the twins perked their ears up.

He held still, his knot smashing against those puffy folds with his shaft twitching within the clutching depths of her sex. He couldn't see the twins through her back, but she signaled him with a touch of her green tail tip to his nose when the twins looked away. He sighed slightly, bunching his thigh muscles and coiling up, with a flurry of thrusts that sawed his staff through her folds in tiny movements. The speed was fast, and that made his daughter squirm, biting her lip to hold back her moans and groans, but her heavier breathing crept up on her in deep panting breaths. Her heavy tits began slapping the counter top, matching the timing of his hips clapping against her ass cheeks and his balls swinging in to slap her thighs at random. "Nnnknnkknkkkfuck!" she keened and shrieked as her walls quaked and began sucking on his cock wildly.

Her eyes rolled back and a bit of drool dribbled from her lower lip as she creamed on her father's shaft. She didn't care that the twins turned with a whiplash like speed, grins of knowing plastered on their faces. But Kanichi didn't care, her orgasm was at its highest point and slowly ebbing. But then, she felt it. That knot sank in to her winking sex, the lips visibly squeezing together around his flesh as it pushed through her folds. She screamed out in pleasure mixed with a tiny pang of pain that enhanced the second quick orgasm rushing down her thighs. She felt her father's meat twitching, moving wildly inside her quivering quim before he thrust in hard and pushed her hips tight to the counter edge. His seed spilled in to her gulping cunt, pulsating in to her depths and filling her up. A small trickle of his nut managed to escape around his knot and ooze from her sex.

Every inch of her body trembled as he held her when her legs turned to Jello. He had strength far more than he looked to have. "Thanks, mmph, daddy." She said between heavily panted breaths. She relaxed as much as she could, still quaking inside and out, her body tingling with the afterglow of pleasure. She hardly registered Loreanna's head peeking over the back of the couch with her red eyes glinting mischief. Loreanna's eyes rarely shifted color, taking on that ruby red gleam when she was being a peeping Tina. Kanichi let her watch, knowing she was stuck on their dad's pole until his knot deflated enough to peel her pussy off of it. With a careful move, she reached over and turned down the heat of the stove-top grill so that the shishka-bobs she was making wouldn't burn. "Dinner is ready in five. Don't be greedy." She admonished the twins right away.

"You're the one who got an extra stick." One of them said, she couldn't tell which, but they both giggled at the pun, even Loreanna snickered at it. Kanichi just rolled her eyes and smiled.

But their dad played with her butt cheeks a bit longer, passing the time while the other girls walked in and made themselves plates. By the time they sat at the table, his shaft drew free of Kanichi's passage and she drew her panties back up around her hips with a little wiggle. She made a plate for herself and her dad and walked over to the table and sat beside Loreanna, the twins sitting across from them as Allester took his seat at the head of the table. "How was your day at school girls?" he asked, taking a bite out of two oran berries near the tip of his spear.

"The twins raised hell on the track." Loreanna commented, the twins glared at her as she continued. "The purposely took off their sports bras before the race. Thanks to that a few kids fell on their faces staring to hard."

"What? We just used our Jiggle Physics to win!" one of them commented as the other giggled. Even Kanichi snerked and nearly spit out her lemonade.

But Allester's smile broadened even as he said, "Now Reyna, I've told you both to behave. I expect your grades to be good because you studied and worked hard, not because you flaunted the curvy figures your mother blessed you both with."

The twin's eyes narrowed as they looked at their father. Once again, he had busted their charade, knowing which of them was which. Now that everyone knew, Reyna shifted in her seat and stuffed a slice of pineapple in to her mouth and chewed softly. Rena mimicked her as their tails lashed behind them in irritation.

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After dinner, the twins took their baths and went to bed, it was a weekend and they wanted as much of their Saturday to play as possible. Kanichi helped Allester with the dishes, while Loreanna made sure the house was secured and locked up. It may be the country side, but she took no risk with her family's safety, especially knowing how her mother had passed. When Kanichi went to her room and to bed, Loreanna and Allester went to their bedroom to lie down as well. Their bed was a massive Triple King sized bed so Loreanna could fit on it and be comfortable, but Allester had to crawl on to it - well not really - she normally picked him up like a plushy toy and cradled him in her arms close to her breasts.

She had slipped in to a dark green teddy that barely hid her breasts and didn't reach her hips, leaving her silver haired crotch exposed and hidden beneath the thick muff she kept, like all his daughters had. "Sleep tight daddy. Dream happy dreams, ok?" she said, kissing him firmly.

"I try to every night puppy." He responded, returning the kiss a bit greedily before resting his head on her breasts. There was a sharp scent on her, one mixed with sweat and the remnants of her elder berry perfume she wore to mask her seasons scent. He breathed in her smell deeply; it was one of the few things she didn't share with her mother.

He felt her strong arms wrap around his back so he could stay close against her body and enjoy her warmth as the blankets rolled up and over his form and hers. Life was good here he thought. Steady work, good schools, good people, and home and land to call his own. But even as he thought that, he drifted off to sleep, and the nightmares returned...

~~ To be Continued...