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Katy wasn't the type to forget the advice given to her so quickly, but when desperate measures didn't prove to be enough for desperate times, her mind went to places that could easily be called crazy.

"You're really not gonna be able to come back for a few more weeks?" she asked, as she sat in her bed, clutching the phone with a pout. "I just got home for summer break a couple days ago!"

"They said I have to stay a few more weeks to finish this course...it's required for my degree," Ian explained to her, wearing a similar expression on his end of the call. "If that wasn't the case, I'd already be at your place, snuggled up to you..."

Her ears wilted as she tried to pretend that the lack of his company was the only problem she was dealing with, but Katy was fighting a war on two fronts and losing both of them, as her bad mood started to get the better of her. "So...two weeks? You promise that's all?"

"Promise," Ian assured her. "And I shouldn't have to take any late courses like this ever again, so if you can handle it the first time, that'll be the only time."

She didn't doubt her boyfriend: he had no reason to lie to her, and he wasn't the type to take advantage of his freedoms at the university to sleep around on her, but the fact that she'd have to go all that time without even seeing him was painful, even just to think about.

Actually living that reality was brutal, and making matters worse was the way that her thighs continued to shift and rub against each other as she tried to make herself comfortable...but nothing was working for the poor hybrid.

"I just hope you're ready for what happens when you finally get back, then," she warned him. For just a moment, her pout turned and the corners of her lips curled into a devious grin, but she could only hold the look for so long when Ian was still downtrodden on the other end of the call. "Study hard, okay? I'm really proud of you, baby."

"You know that I will," Ian replied. "But...Katy?"

"Yes?"

"I know what you're getting at, and I'm...I'm sorry I can't do anything to help you right now," Ian apologized, though he knew he had nothing to be sorry for. "This might sound kinda crazy, but...you and Trish had one of those kinds of interactions before, right?"

Katy flushed at the memory of the moments she and Trish shared in the throes of passion that came from one of her first heat cycles. "We spent some time together that weekend, yes...but she isn't here right now."

"Who is?"

"No one, honestly," she admitted. "Everyone is still at work right now, and my dad will be the first one to get home."

"Would...would he fit the bill?"

"You're honestly suggesting I try to jump my dad's bones just to get a little relief?"

"It worked when you told Trish what was bothering you," Ian reminded her. "Maybe he'll have some secret way to help you find relief?"

Her heat was so pervasive that even being on the phone with Ian was more than she could handle: he knew she was delicately rubbing a single digit against the crotch of her panties and working the nub of her clit with a frenzied touch.

"Pretty sure my dad is too much of a square to have those kinds of secrets up his sleeves," Katy suggested. She only knew her father as the hardworking man that he was, and though her naughty thoughts drifted to him from time to time, she couldn't fathom him accepting a request like that from her...or him being the kind of guy who would do such a kinky thing in the first place. "But maybe he'll be able to offer some kind of help, even if it's just a talk."

"Like you'd be able to just sit next to him and talk," Ian teased. "I've caught you sizing him up even when I was around, Katy..."

"Blame my heat," she shot back. "It wasn't my fault!"

Ian refused to judge her for what her heat cycle made her do, but he knew that even outside of her estrus, Katy was interested in a variety of different lovers: he knew she'd act on his advice in the most direct way that she could.

"Just...know that if it happens, I don't mind," Ian admitted. "I know how difficult your heat can be, and I feel awful that I'm not there to help, so...if he's receptive, you have my blessing."

She found no immediate relief, but Katy still let a low, relaxing sigh escape her at that. "You are the best boyfriend I ever could have asked for, Ian..."

"Thanks, Katy. I love you."

She smiled warmly at that. "I love you too," she replied, as they ended the call, leaving the young fosky on the middle of her bed with an absolutely soaked crotch and no source of relief anywhere in sight.

She'd simply have to wait until her father got back from work...and find the courage to admit to him that she was soaking wet with desire for him.

**

The sound of the front door opening and slamming shut was never more musical to Katy's ears than it was that evening. She sprung right up from her bed with a bounce in her step, and only just before she reached the edge of her bedroom did she think to slip a small, skimpy pair of booty shorts on over the soaking mess that was her panties.

As bubbly and joyous as she looked to see her father coming home, he had a bad habit of wearing his emotions on his sleeve, and with just one glance, Katy could tell that Gavin was completely exhausted from his day at the office.

"...H...hi, Daddy," she greeted him, feeling the bounce fade from her step as he shrugged off his coat. "Are you okay? You don't look so well..."

Hard as it was for him to force it, Gavin put a smile on his muzzle and looked to his daughter, absorbing some of her energy just at a glance. "It was just another tough one, honestly," he claimed. "I wish I still had the kind of youthful exuberance that you do!"

He wasn't the type to hide anything from his children: they were wise enough to see through his façade whenever he made an attempt to deflect from the heart of a problem.

"Sorry that I can't just give you energy by osmosis," she joked. All the same, she bounded over to him and hugged him tight before he could finish dropping his coat to the floor. "But I can definitely try!"

She lead with her chest and pushed her bosom up to his arm as she wrapped hers around his opposite shoulder, holding her father as tightly and affectionately as she ever had. Gavin's eyes widened at the expression; Katy was always affectionate, but it was rare that she greeted him so warmly.

"I appreciate your efforts, darling," he assured her. Leaning down and pressing a kiss into her hair, he offered her a gentler, weaker hug, but when he tried to move away, he noticed that she wasn't letting go. "...What did you do this time, Katy?"

"Whatcha mean?" she asked, grinning from ear to ear as she gazed up at him. "I didn't do anything wrong; promise!"

"Then what are you about to ask for?"

She wasn't as guilty of that trick as his words made her seem, but Gavin could remember a few times in the past where a warm, overly affectionate greeting from work was followed by an unreasonable, or even _impossible_request.

"...Well, I...erm."

Her arms finally fell away from him, and with that, her breasts settled back from his arm. He pretended not to notice that she'd pushed them into him so firmly, but he couldn't imagine it was an accident: her scent was already filling the living room with the reality of her estrus.

"Daddy, do you think...m-maybe...you and I could curl up on the couch..." she hesitated there, gazing away from his stare with a bashful wilt of the ears, "And maybe, while we're watching a movie together, you could just...kinda...y'know, sneak your cock into me?"

Gavin's ears bolted toward the ceiling as his daughter's request blindsided him. There was nothing to hide her heated scent, but for her to be so bold and forward, especially when he was fresh off the clock, was more than he could handle at the moment.

"Katy, I'm going to pretend I didn't just hear that," he told her. "If you're really struggling with it that badly, you should talk to your mothers about it...they'll be able to help you out."

"But I already talked to Trish about it once, and her advice isn't working this time!" Katy began to pout, looking frustrated with his rejection. "I need something more than a toy!"

"And you can find something more than that if you're really determined, but that's what you have a boyfriend for," he assumed, thinking that she and Ian must have crossed that line together already. "I...I just can't do that for you, Katy."

He did his best to give her a kindly, relaxing smile, but she still pouted in his face, going so far as to cross her arms over her thinly covered chest and look the other way. "Actually, it was his idea that I ask you," she admitted, drawing a further look of disbelief from her father. "Lotta good that did me..."

Even if Gavin believed that statement to be true, it was all too much for him to handle after working the offered overtime and coming home to such a bold, unexpected offer from his own daughter. He tried to keep his smile on for her, but he could see her emotions getting the better of her, and she only wanted one thing from him as an answer.

He simply couldn't grant it to her, as he pressed another kiss to her forehead. "It'll get better, sweetie...I promise. Talk to your mothers about it."

He didn't want to brush right past her, but in his exhaustion, he dropped his briefcase and made his way right to the bedroom, needing the soft embrace of the covers more than ever.

**

"I just...I don't get it. Did I say something wrong? Did I come on too strong for him?"

It would have made sense if Katy was complaining to Ian, but instead, she was sitting on the couch with Kyra, her own mother, discussing how her act had gone wrong with an entirely casual attitude.

"When I first tried to get with him, I know I came on far too aggressively...but I had to learn how to properly approach him," Kyra explained. "You probably didn't do anything wrong, though...you know your father works himself to the bone at that damned office, and springing that on him right when he got home was never going to work."

"What if I'd waited a little?"

"He was asleep the moment his face hit the pillows, sweetie. There was nothing you could have done about it...I'm sure if he had the energy, he at least would have sat up for a bit and tried to talk you through this ordeal."

Inside, Katy knew that was all she should have wanted from her father. In the heated moment, he did his best to be supportive of his daughter, but she'd thrown so much at him that he had a choice to make...and ultimately, he went with being a good father, over being a good lover.

Her mind was still on his sleeping body, however, as Kyra rubbed a pair of her pawtips over her daughter's naked folds, hoping she might work a little relief into her flesh.

"I wouldn't have been able to sit next to him for that long," Katy admitted. "I would have been squirming into his lap at every chance, even if he kept throwing me off..."

"Do you really think he would have?"

"Based on his reactions..."

With her free paw, Kyra tapped her chin, thinking on the subject for a moment. The grin that spread over her lips was wicked, beyond any look that Katy had seen from her mother before.

"I'm not so sure that he would have," she claimed. "You just have to catch him at the right moment, Kyra..."

**

Gavin was a heavy sleeper in his older age: being sandwiched between a vixen and a husky every morning gave him plenty of warm, comforting reasons to stay in bed for as long as he could.

Kyra was an early riser, and even more than when she was younger, she was dedicated to her morning jogs. She wanted to keep the kind of body that she grew up with into old age, and she knew that she couldn't accomplish that feat without doing a little extra work, even on the weekends.

She couldn't help herself when it came to playing with Gavin in the mornings, and he loved her particular brand of wakeup call...but he was only assuming that she was the one messing with him when he felt a pair of paws fishing into his boxers and easing his morning wood free of their grasp.

"Mnnn..._nnzz..._g-going for a run, dear?" he asked, as he rolled slightly in the bed. His eyes stayed closed all the while, but a grin was spreading over his lips as he felt delicate pawtips working at his member and holding it upright.

He could have guessed what was coming next if he was awake enough: Kyra was bold enough to guide his length into her mouth, or, in rare cases, right into her womanhood first thing in the morning.

Katy was just as bold as she was, and when her moistened petals kissed down against the tip of her father's cock, it was too sensitive for him to stay in his dreams any longer. His eyes fluttered open slowly, but when he saw Katy sitting in his lap and lowering herself down the inches of his member, he gasped aloud.

"...K...Katy? Katy! W-What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

He tried turning his body slightly, but she was already fully settled in his lap, and her inner walls began to clench around his morning erection as she took the full length of it within herself. Her paws settled against his lap as she gave her body a moment to get used to just how full his father made her feel, but she had her mothers to thank for that, as she looked to Kyra and Trish with an eager smile.

"She really does take after you, doesn't she?" Trish teased. Her body was straddled over Gavin's left wrist, holding it between her thighs and forcing his fingers up into the soaking petals of her folds. "It's like I'm watching my memories in action, Kyra!"

Kyra had taken her place over Gavin's right wrist, keeping his arms pinned flat against the mattress. "She really is a chip off the old block...and she's doing a wonderful job of thanking her father for being so supportive of her."

The girls were able to twist their motives however they wanted to, and in the process, they left Gavin panting desperately and squirming with everything he had...but his body wasn't going anywhere, and the vibrations of his tense muscles only served to pleasure his own daughter to new, yet undiscovered heights. She knew she was going to reach her climax quickly at the behest of her heat, but for as long as she could, she'd be riding his length and holding his body tight, literally needing the relief that only Gavin could offer her.

"Girls, this...t-this is not okay," Gavin protested, but there was no way he could pretend that he wasn't overwhelmed with pleasure as his daughter's youthful warmth clenched and squeezed at every inch of his member. "Katy, you need to...g-get off of me, okay?"

"You can't even finish complaining about it," Kyra murmured. "You're too busy moaning at how amazing it feels to fuck your own daughter...and you're doing such a good thing for her, too!"

"She took care to slide a condom on you first," Trish pointed out. "There's no risk of getting her pregnant...she just needs to feel a real male right now, and you're the only one around...it's just part of being the man of the house, baby."

If he simply clung to logic and the world that he'd been raised in, Gavin could have come up with a host of reasons why Katy shouldn't have been anywhere near his naked body.

If he listened to the devilish, lusty voices that tickled his ears with tendrils of pure, unadulterated temptation, he'd be able to do whatever his daughter needed him to do...even if that meant pumping his hips up into her bouncing body as she worked her way through a deep, terrible heat.

"I just r-really needed this, Daddy," Katy admitted. There was a hint of shame in her expression as she looked down at her father, but under all of that was a greater lust than he'd ever seen in her: even with her eyes locked on his own, she couldn't keep from reaching up and cupping her own breasts as she bounced on his tool, soaking it with a fresh, warm coat of juices. "I tried to ask nicely, but I just...c-couldn't wait any longer..."

He knew that the trio had conspired against him, and as was always the case when they did, he was outnumbered and soundly defeated...but this time, they were taking things to a place and a level that he never imagined they would.

If he could get past the taboo of the moment, he'd be emptying his sack into his own daughter; even with a condom on his pulsing shaft, something about that felt like it was going too far.

Trish and Kyra, however, had a habit of redefining what "too far" really was for the lucky fox.

"See how happy she is, honey?" Kyra asked, leaning over at the hip so she could bounce her own sex on his fingertips. She held his bicep in her paws as she leaned closer and closer, until she could kiss the edge of his ear and aid in teasing him closer to an orgasm. "And she was already close before she hopped on...she's gonna cum any minute, and then you'll be free to leave... if you still want to."

There were plenty of questionable things that Gavin would have done for the safety and happiness of his daughter, but this went far beyond that realm, as he looked up and watched her full, adult form rocking itself back and forth on his member. He didn't want to accept that he loved the sight of her supple, tender breasts bouncing as she worked feverishly at his cock, or the skillful tweak of her digits as she played with her own nipples.

He didn't know if he could handle the reality of the twisted, lustful expression on her face being a result of his own actions...or that he was even more turned on by knowing that was the case.

"She's quite the skillful lover, isn't she?" Trish commented. She was tooting her own horn at the idea, knowing that she'd helped to develop Katy into the talented handful that she was, but the young hybrid was going off the playbook at that point as her paws lowered back to Gavin's torso and rested on his tummy, creating a platform for her to push off of.

Her backside lifted and fell rapidly as she reached into another gear, wanting to show her father just how overwhelming her need for him was...and that meant filling the last minute of their session with as many passes as she could.

"She...s-she..." Gavin trailed off as he felt her body working and milking his cock, but all the while, she was hammering her inner thighs down into his lap, riding him with a breakneck pace. That she was able to go even a little faster than that left him breathless, and with no way to wrap his arms around her and grab on for purchase, he was forced to deal with the full wave of pleasure that followed as she brought her own father to an orgasm.

She was right behind him, however, as a soaking trail of fresh arousal spilled over his boxers and utterly soaked them. "I never dreamed t-that you would feel this good, Daddy...you've got the b-best cock that I've ever fucked!" she cried out, unable to finish the act without wincing her eyes and slamming down hard into his lap. She was still panting desperately when she felt the weight of his knot against her petals, but her combined desperation and his growing lust weren't quite enough to bring them to a tie.

Her body was ready for that, but the excess material of the condom prevented it, knowing what kind of trouble such an act could lead to.

"He's f-filling it up...fuck...there's so much, Daddy!" she whimpered, still catching the weight of his orgasm through the condom. As the tip continued to inflate inside of her, he started panting along with her, wishing, as much as he couldn't believe it, that he could knot his own child, even if it would only be this one occurrence.

He also wasn't foolish enough to believe that this was a one-time thing, no matter what his wives or daughter told him.

"You s-should give yourself some credit," he groaned at Katy, keeping his hips still to avoid any problems with his knot. "That was...t-the best fuck that your father's had in a looooong time, young lady..."

There was nothing wrong with his hesitance to accept the invitation, and if he'd been truly uncomfortable, the girls never would have forced him to go through with it, but the look of blissful content on his face as he tried not to fall back asleep was all the evidence that Trish and Kyra needed to know that they'd made the right decision, helping their daughter into her father's lap.

Katy was still giving them an unsure look as she sat there, but they were nodding eagerly as Gavin went flat and limp against the bed, wiped out by the change in his morning routine.

"I'd still like to thank you a little more than that," Katy proposed to him. "If that's okay?"

"I guess that depends on what you have in mind, but you really don't have to thank me for laying here and enjoying myself," Gavin admitted bashfully. "If anything, it feels like I should be thanking you, Katy..."

"Thank your wives for convincing me to try this in the first place," she suggested. "And... this."

Her voice shifted just enough to get Gavin's attention, but when nothing happened at first, he started to look around, wondering if there was yet another party involved.

When he finally felt her fresh, liquid warmth spilling over his lap and soaking into the sheets, he knew right away what Kyra and Trish had been up to.

"They really t-told you to mark me, huh?"

Her pee trickled over his shaft as it remained inside of her, but it went deeper than that as it rolled over the tender flesh of his sack and settled in small, splashing puddles on his lap. Right after the act, she couldn't help being a little messy with her aim, reaching as high as the base of his tummy with warm, eager streams of a golden, heated blessing.

"They...s-said you might like it," she admitted. New pleasure began filling her bodice as she was forced to clench around his cock once more, all as part of a closing act that her father would never forget. "I had no idea that I had such a kinky daddy, though..."

Gavin opened his muzzle to reply, but before he could, the girls each clasped a paw around his muzzle and silenced him.

"If you really wanna find out how kinky your father is," Kyra paused, seeing a hint of panic in his eyes. "Well...do you have any plans for the day, darling?"

**

Katy and Ian agreed to share a phone call every single day, as long as she was home and he was at the university. With smart phones, seeing each other was easy enough to do, but for the first call, Katy was hesitant to turn on the video.

Ian could hear familiar panting in the audio, and he cocked a brow at his girlfriend as he answered. "Took my advice after all, didn't you?"

Katy giggled into the receiver as she was pounded hard from behind, taking every inch of her father's cock in a deep, eager thrust. "Are you sure you aren't related to my dad somehow? He fucks...e-even harder than you do..."