Neopets: Tank and Jessica
Jessica was a purple Lupe who was born inside of the Adoption Center. She lived out her life underneath the harsh structure of the center and although the faeries and staff were kind to her, her peers were not. Her days were spent in a seemingly endless cycle of scheduled activities and she watched long fully as people and neopets flooded in and out the door of the center. She knew in her heart that the others were chosen because were far cuter, far prettier, and far stronger than she was. She spent most of her life with her head down low and her tail tucked between her legs, she would never amount to anything and would never be able to experience a life outside of the center. Every day that passed by her heart would sink a little lower and she'd feel little less hopeful and a little more defeated, to the very point where even the soothing encouragement from the faeries would not prevent her from leaving her bed.
"Just let me rot here." She would tell them, "There's no point in me trying."
After a while, the faeries would stop trying and leave the girl to her own despair. It wasn't rare to see a pet in her condition and they knew that eventually she would lay there until her eyes closed and never opened again.
But, that was then. That was before he changed her life.
His name was Tank. And he was different from the rest of the humans. He walked into the Adoption Center with dark brown eyes that were as harsh and sharp as knife. His body was as strong as steel and he walked with a prideful stance that was well deserved. He was a man that had worked for everything he had, unlike the rest - he had a reason beyond wealth and money to stand tall.
His presence was so mighty that even Jessica rose her head to stare in awe. She did not realize that the moment those doors closed behind him, the entire center had gone silent. His voice broke that silence.
"I've come to adopt." He was straightforward and his voice was deep and powerful. When the staff questioned him, every answer was short, concise, and he never would speak further than he needed to.
They began to introduce pets that they thought he might like. They choose pets that appeared strong or fierce and he refused every one until he said, "I'll choose a pet on my own."
And he walked past the staff and into the pens where the pets were kept. Some were to stunned to move, while others would make attempts to show off and win him over. But he ignored them as if they did not exist. Eventually he made himself to the pen where Jessica was kept.
When those cold eyes met hers, they softened and sympathy glistened behind them.
"That one."
If Jessica had not been so hungry, she would have leapt onto her feet.
Years later, Jessica had come to know Tank as "Poppa". He was the father she never had. He had nurtured her back to health, but never let her feel sorry for herself. Every scrap of food she ate had to be earned. She learned to work, to respect, and to appreciate. She became disciplined and refined. His routines were harsh and had nothing but high expectations from her. But through his "tough love", she became a female that she had always dreamt of being.
She was stunningly beautiful, her fur sleek and bright. She was amazingly smart and she was large and strong, the perfect candidate for an alpha female - provided that the male was able to best her, but these days, she was learning that there would be only select few who would deserve the right to be with her.
But even then, her Poppa taught her different. Underneath that steel body was an incredibly soft heart. He taught her to love and to show kindness. That strong body and pride where her defenses against those that would take advantage of her and if that there world would only be a little more loving and a little less selfish that there would be no reason for people to wear masks and shells.
She loved him so much and he gladly returned that love. But there was day when even that changed.
It began on her birthday. Not her real birthday, mind you, but the tenth celebration of the day that she had come to be with her Poppa. She woke that day, as excited as a puppy. It was a Friday, a day that they would participate in the Battledome.
She absolutely loved the Battledome. She enjoyed challenging other pets and aspired to be champion one day, but it would still be long before she would ever earn that title. There many pets to fight first.
She immediately began her routine, eating a hearty breakfast and training until her Poppa stirred from his bed. She had worked up a light sweat, when he walked in on her.
"Good Morning, Cookie." He smiled at her, he only ever called her that when he wanted to sweet talk her. She returned his smile and stopped to face him.
"Poppa, it's my birthday today." He laughed. He was obviously in a good mood.
"Oh is it now? And here I was, hoping that you'd forgot! How long has it been?"
"Ten years, Poppa."
"Ten years..." His expression changed and his smile faded as his words trailed off.
"Poppa, is something wrong?" She immediately grew worried. He turned away from her and faced the door.
"Come with me, Cookie."
She followed him anxiously. She had never seen him act this way. He led her from the gym, through the kitchen, and down the seemingly dark halls and into his bedroom. She had not been in his room since he had first adopted her and she was not surprised in the fact that it hadn't changed much. Out of their home, it was the room that was the most modest, furnished with only the bare necessities.
He sat on the edge of his bed and gestured for her to join him. She climbed off the floor and onto the bed beside him.
"Poppa, what's wrong?"
He shook his head. "Nothing at all, Cookie." He leaned in to plant a soft kiss on her forehead. "I want to give you a birthday present. Now turn and look out the window."
She did exactly as she was told, standing on all fours to face the window and peer outside. "I don't see anything, Poppa."
He climbed off the bed and stood, from this position, Jessica's body came up to about his chest. "If this is uncomfortable for you in any way at all. Tell me to stop."
His words obviously confused her, until she felt his strong hands grasp her thighs and spread them. Her heart nearly exploded. It raced in her chest and her cheeks flushed with color. She was flustered, almost bewildered by his actions. He ran his thick fingers up between the inside of her thighs until they traced along the edges of her virgin opening. She stood in shock, body completely rigid, until he sank his fingers into her cavity and she was overwhelmed with senses and emotions that she never felt before.
"P-Poppa!" She cried out and her body tensed around the invading digits. Her tail flicked up and over her back, exposing her most private parts to her Poppa. She arched her spine and lowered her front to push her rear high up into the air. This feeling was something she had never experienced before. She knew about sex, it was only natural to a woman like her, but she never had a suitable partner and she never did explore herself.
But she had a suitable partner the entire time. Tank; her Poppa.
She was coaxed into a quick and powerful orgasm by the skillful fingers of her Poppa. He eased his thick digits in and out of her body, found her clit lavished it with attention. Every spot that made her shiver, he found and teased and rubbed until she worked into orgasm after orgasm. She writhed and moaned underneath his expert attention, until her body felt like gelatin and she left moaning in an intense delight. It was not long before he pulled his fingers free.
"Oh Poppa... Oh..." She moaned, drooling on top of his mattress. She was given little time to recover before she was assaulted with his lips and tongue. He kissed at her flower and traced along her puffy lips with his soft muscle, then buried it inside of her. She felt as though she was going crazy. Her heart was thumping so fast and her body was so hot and she could feel nothing but the need for more. She twisted and pushed back, until he grasped her hips and held her still as he lapped and suckled down her honey that she was so graciously leaking.
When she felt as though she could not take it anymore, when she felt that she had finally lost her mind, he tugged his tongue free and rolled his muscle across the crease of her hindquarters until he came to her tail hole. He prodded that tight ring a bit with his tongue, but it would not open for him. It would take a long time until she was ready to take him there.
He released her and left her wafting her hindquarters in the air. Despite the countless orgasms that she had experienced she was not satiated, because her mind and her body wanted something. Something bigger, thicker. She wanted something to fill her. She could hear his pants drop to the floor and she knew that he would not leave her like this. Her cheeks were flushed, deep red burning brightly through her thick, purple fur.
"Oh Poppa... Oh..." She kept repeating his name but was silenced as soon as she felt the heat from his cock radiate against her needy body. She pushed back, as excited as ever.
The tip of his shaft kissed against his entrance and she grinded back against it with a fierce, lustful desire. But he held her still, tip pressed right there. So very close.
"It's a little big, Cookie. I think you should suck it first."
She was so needy, that even though she did not fully understand, she turned and came face to face with his thick pride. It was amazing to just look at, so thick, so big, just as strong as his chiseled body. She had never seen a male's shaft before, but she immediately knew that his was better than the rest.
He guided his cock to her lips and she gladly opened them, taking his flesh into the heat of her mouth. He moaned and it made her heart skip. She was sucking on her Poppa's shaft and making him feel good. She absolutely loved the though so she took every inch in to her very throat where she just could not take anymore. She wrapped her lips tight around his pole and began to suck, cheeks caving in as she did..
"Oh... Cookie, ah, that's a good girl. That's Poppa's beautiful little daughter. " He spoke in a way that he never did before and it made her feel embarrassed and yet he encouraged her to suck and so she did. He leaned over her body and he began to rock his hips, easing his shaft between her tight, tender lips.
Fluid oozed from the tip of his shaft and although his flavor was intensely salty and musky, she knew that this was his gift to her, so she swallowed it down without question. His moans echoed through the room and into her ears, filling her with a sense of pride. She mimicked his motions, bobbing her head as he rocked his hips, drawing moans from his throat. It coaxed her farther and she bobbed a little faster with each sound that escaped his lips.
"Cookie..." He managed to get out, "Anymore of this and I'll cum." It wasn't difficult for her to understand what he meant and it urged her to draw him to orgasm. She sped her bobbing and took more of his cock into her mouth every time she went down. His moans continued to grow in volume, until his body tensed suddenly and he emptied his balls into the warmth of his mouth.
"Cookie!" He cried, cumming hard into her mouth. His cream jetted from the tip of his shaft and poured down the back of her throat. She swallowed rapidly, determined not to miss a drop. She was successful, his entire load went down into her tummy, filling her with a warmth that she had never known before. He pulled free from her lips and stood above her, panting hard.
"Cookie... Cookie, I love you." He said it in a way that was far beyond a father/daughter relationship. She smiled up at him and pulled her head free from his shaft.
"I love you too, Poppa." She turned, ready for him this time.
He climbed onto the bed beside her and positioned himself to ride her back. She raised her hindquarters and pressed into his crotch. His hardness barely fit between the cheeks of her ass, but they both now well lubricated. He guided his tip to her entrance and pushed in. She yelped, in pain. His shaft was not meant for her body, but she pushed back against him as he pushed forward and spread her body open. His shaft stretched her canal wide, but she tensed her muscles and clenched her jaw shut and took every inch until it was all firmly buried inside of her. She could not help but feel an intense satisfaction of being stretched and filled so greatly.
He held himself buried inside of her, holding her as if he was another Lupe, clutching her back to his chest. He was loving and he let her adjust. When her body relaxed and she felt ready, he began to thrust into her depths.
It was amazing.
Her mind flooded with a pleasure so intense that she hit her climax with the very first movement. She gasped and cried out and her body tightened. She was not given the chance to recover from his orgasm when he drove in again and the feeling was far greater this time.
She rocked her body back and her voice joined in harmony with her fathers. His every thrust was powerful, burying his shaft deeper into her cavern, filling her mind with pleasure and driving her to the very point where she was convinced that had died that night and had been living her life in heaven. Orgasm after orgasm shook her entire body, making her strong body quake and tremble.
Her father's thrust grew increasingly stronger and faster. The constant tremble of his daughter's body around his hard cock was quickly drawing him to orgasm. He could barely breathe, he was thrusting so hard and deep into his daughter that it hurt, his wild, bestial urges to seed her grew with each thrust to the very point where he would not have cared if she was really his daughter or not. He would cum in her and fill her belly until she would burst. The bed creaked and groaned underneath the two, banging against the wall and echoing through their home as it strained against his powerful thrusting.
And just when Jessica felt as though she could not take another thrust, when she had finally felt that the pleasure had drove her completely insane, he came.
He came inside of her and filled her with his hot, fertile seed. His cum burst from the tip of his flesh and gushed down past cervix and into her womb and she gladly accepted every drop. She shoved back as her body was filled and satiated by her Poppa, her belly stretched just to accommodate the intense volume of her father's cream.
They laid together, panting and gasping, sapped of all strength. They hugged and kissed, crossing the boundaries of master and pet, father and daughter, becoming lovers and mates. They did it again and again and again that day, until they were both too exhausted to move.
They clutched each other, happier then ever.