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I always knew something wasn't right about our family. When I was born my older brother was already 16. I barely even met him before he went off to college, but when my mother went to parent teacher conferences, they didn't look out of place at all. I quickly learned not to mention David, or people would glance knowingly about my mother.

My dad and she got pregnant when they were just teenagers. But that wasn't the hidden secret that even as a kid I could somehow sense. I don't know if Dad knew or if he was just trying to be oblivious. At first I thought I was just paranoid, but Mom finally told me the truth when I was twelve.

But it was already too late.

"Tina, we need to talk," Lizzy said, hopping gently into my room. She glanced around at the typical tweeny posters that lined the walls of my bedroom. I say hopping because Mom's a kangaroo, like me. She paused and glanced down where I was doing math homework, and said, "This room is so much like mine was at your age."

I uncrossed my long, ungainly feet and rolled onto my side to look up at my mother. "You had posters of American Idols, too?"

I had each winner emblazoned across identical posters, and a few movie stars too, from Freddy Durry to...

"Tidam Strong," she said, glancing at the aging action star shown leaping from an exploding building. Even at 50, the actor was leading the action industry as a gritty, charming hero.

"He must have been, like...five!" I exclaimed.

Mom shook her head. "Eighteen. He was my first crush."

Well, I could understand that. Not only was he fucking hot, he was a 'roo like us. He was from Australia though, so he had the sexy accent too. Honestly, of all the people on my posters, he was the one I wanted the most, despite the age difference. I just blushed and said, "Another thing we've got in common."

It was supposed to be a friendly joke, but Mom got all serious and hopped over to sit next to me. "That's what I need to talk to you about. I think you should take the poster down."

I blinked. "What? Why?"

"You should be crushing after guys closer to your age."

I rolled my eyes. "There _aren't_any famous, cute twelve-year-olds."

Mom took a deep breath and said, "No, that's not the real reason. Tina, can you keep a secret? You can't tell Dad or David."

"W-what is it?" Now I felt that sense of dread I'd noticed as a child.

"Did you ever wonder why your fur is red? I mean, I'm grey, and John and David are white."

"Mrs. Kavishan says it's recessive genes, whatever that means."

Mom just shook her head. "I'm not proud of this, Tina. But that's _not_the reason why." She took another deep breath, and I waited at the edge of the bed, peering into the deep pit that was welling up in my stomach. "Tidam Strong is your father."

...

She explained how she'd met him backstage after a musical and she'd fallen for his roguish charm, and she'd gotten caught up in the moment and made the biggest and best mistake of her life. She said she loved me and that this wouldn't change anything, but that she had to tell me before I got too big a crush on my own father.

Talk about backfiring! Now I'm eighteen, and I spent the last six years furiously masturbating to pictures of my own father. Maybe if she'd told me when I was eight - but I'd already fantasized about Tidam a dozen times before finding out he was my father. Knowing the truth only added a taboo appeal that I was too young and too stupid to resist. Every month another American Idol poster was stored away in the closet, with another Tidam Strong in its place. I could tell Mom hoped I was just trying to get closer to my real dad - but she couldn't know just how much closer I was imagining.

Not that I really wanted to. Not really. It was just a stupid fantasy - a teenage crush on the 'boy' my mother told me to avoid. That Tidam happened to be 38 years older than me and also my father wasn't a big deal.

Until I realized that Mom was wrong. I know she heard the news like everyone else did: Tidam Strong was gay. It was 2031, and marriage equality had been around for my entire life, but that didn't mean an old action star with a reputation as a ladies' man was wise to leave the closet. But he'd made so much money that he would have to kill and eat a baby to stop getting job offers, so the red-furred 'roo and 2009's sexiest man alive revealed that he'd been gay his whole life.

I could tell Mom didn't believe it. She'd slept with the man, after all! I don't know if she thought it was a publicity stunt, or if he was really bisexual or just really drunk when he'd knocked her up, but she didn't stop believing it was Tidam.

I didn't want to tell her my theory until I knew for sure. I did some research on Robocop: The Musical and the cast and crew, and I found out that Tidam's stunt double, Kuparr Corowa, was working on the set. He'd done quite a few jobs with the action star, and with the right fur and make-up, he could look just like Tidam Strong. He was every bit as red and strong and 'roo as the man I'd thought was my father. Gazing at the IMDB picture, I just_knew_ that I was finally looking at my real father.

There was only one way to be sure - I'd have to meet him myself. That's how I found myself in 2033, an eighteen-year-old on a one-way trip to Australia with a single carry-on bag and a hand-scribbled address that was my best bet for where Kuparr Corowa would be living. It wasn't on Google Maps or Satellite Go! or even Kelpie, and the address was given by a friend of a friend of Tidam's old hairdresser.

Even on the plane I could tell something was different. The way the other passengers looked at me wasn't like in Indiana. There, kangaroos were an oddity, but Australia (naturally) had the highest percentage of aborigines in the world. Back home, people tried to be polite, but I remember a fair number of jokes from the kids in Middle School. Like possums, we 'roos appear a bit...primitive. Marsupials don't develop breasts, a source of endless embarrassment. But we had it worse than possums. Kangaroo leg structure and proportions were almost exactly like our feral, wild counterparts. At a glance, you couldn't even tell the difference. We couldn't walk like normal people but had to hop, using our tails for balance.

Still, I expected to feel _more_comfortable in Australia where they were more used to us. Instead, the Aussies looked at me with suspicion - until I spoke. Their hard visages softened like butter under my American accent. Well, the British Aussies (mostly dogs and horses), at least. I knew there was some tension between the colonialists and the aborigines, but I didn't know just how serious!

I only had a few hundred dollars cash to rent a car and start driving into the outback, looking for Piedmont F.Y. Fairview 306, a small farm in the middle of nowhere. My father (if that's who he really was) had retired from the stunt industry in 2025 and fell off the grid, but if I was going to find him anywhere, this was my best shot.

And so, after two days driving and almost dying of thirst when my car ran out of gas, I found myself pulling in through the arid grasslands past a large copse of brown, wiry trees and a dirt path next to a rotting sign that read "Piedmont F.Y. Fa-" before the text was lost in soggy shards beneath.

The farmhouse was mostly intact, though it desperately needed another coat of white paint to cover up the peeling chips. There was a jeep sitting next to an open, collapsed garage that looks recently used, and the lights were on in the house, glowing like fireflies against the dimming night sky. Even though the sun was still casting its oven red heat across the sky, I could already make out stars across the immense horizon. There were SO MANY STARS, and none in any formation I recognized from the Northern Hemisphere. By all accounts, Kuparr had been quite wealthy - I'd expected something a little more...air conditioned?

Must have got the wrong house.

Hopping up to the door, I figured I might as well ask for directions. I tilted up my wide brimmed hat (that I'd picked up at the gas station that had saved my life the day before) and knocked on the door.

"Go away!"

I blinked. Whoever lived here had quite an idea of hospitality! A low voice with an understandable accent. I knocked again, wondering if he got a lot of visitors this far out.

"Sissy, I said go away!" the voice called again.

Gritting my teeth, I knocked a third time. Whoever he thought I was, I was going to get an answer.

That did the trick, as the front door was flung open and I was face-to-face with a scowling red 'roo with graying muzzle, starting to say, "I told you to -" before registering the young stranger at his door. He glanced up and down her blue dress and straw hat and travel bag and his jaw dropped.

He stood there speechless, less because of who it was at the door, and more because the old 'roo was standing there, completely naked. Heat rushed to my face and I looked away, but not before I recognized him. This was the right house; he looked _exactly_like some of the most recent posters I have of Tidam Strong. If I was right, this was Kuparr Corowa, and my real father.

"Shit, sorry, sorry, mate!" he yelped, slamming the door closed with a rattle that caused one of the rusty screws to fall out of the frame to the ground.

I didn't know what to say, but he did. He explained himself through the door as, I presume, he was getting some clothes on. "I thought you were one of the 'roos."

"I'm not?"

That got a chuckle. "I mean one of the wild ones. Just give me a second, okay..."

When he next opened the door, he was wearing denim trousers and a white tank top, specially cut to fit our unique bodies. There's no place to get clothes like this in Indiana, so we've always had to import shorter shirts and wider, rounder pants from Australia.

"Howdy," he said, with a chagrined smirk. "You lost, mate?"

I tipped up my hat and said, "Depends. Are you Kuparr Corowa?"

He blinked. "No one's called me that in decades. Jesus, how'd you find me way out here?" He was either faking an Australian accent, or he'd picked it up over the last eight years. Still, he probably would have been recognizable as an American.

"I got a lead from a hairdresser in Hollywood."

"Huh. Cindy I bet. I just go by 'Casey'. So that explains how; what about why?"

I scanned his face, watching for any sign of recognition as I said, "I'm Tina. Tina Benson."

He didn't try to hide it. His eyes widened, and he let out a long, low whistle. "Oh. Okay. You, uh...you figured it out, huh? Shit, where are my manners. Come in, come in."

As the powerful kangaroo cleared space for me, I hopped inside to find exactly what I expected - a messy, run-down little shack with too many pots and pans still needing to be washed and a refrigerator humming noisily in the corner. One thing I didn't see was a T.V. "So I take it you remember my mom."

Casey let out a long sigh and sank into a extra-wide folding chair. "She was special. Sure, I was a bit of a cad back then, but she was one of the few 'roos I met in Hollywood."

I stayed standing. "Special enough to let her think you were Tidam Strong? She _still_doesn't know it was you. You realize that's..."

"Oh, is this how you want this to go?" he said, stiffening.

I sat on the end of a worn out couch, curling my thick tail around my legs. "No, no, not really. I just had to know for sure."

My father relaxed again, his tail tip curling as he looked me over. "How did you know it wasn't Tidam?"

"I got a little suspicious when he married a man."

Casey's ears perked up and he cocked his head. "Tidam Strong finally came out?"

"You didn't know? It was two years ago."

"I don't keep up with old friends out here. You said he got married, too. Well...good for him." The words were kind, but I could tell there was a tempest behind them.

"Maybe I shouldn't have come here," I said suddenly. "Should I go?"

"No, no, Tina. It's okay. It's not like if he_hadn't_ come out I would feel any better. I'd been telling him to do it since 2015. Besides, you deserve to know the truth."

"I just feel like you came out here to get away from all that, and then to get ambushed by a daughter you didn't even know you had..."

Casey laughed at that. "Sure, you might've been a son. Trust me, you're not my only child."

Now it was my turn to blush. I should have realized, of course, if he was willing to knock my mother up after a show pretending to be one of the sexiest movie stars alive, he would have other flyers and mares and bitches lift their star-struck tails. This man wasn't just the physical embodiment of Tidam Strong's well-known reputation. Casey was the cause of it.

He smirked at my reaction. "Don't feel bad about it. Your mom is one of the few I actually remember." He laughed and added, "If you can believe it, I was naked when I opened the door for Lizzy, too. I thought it was Tidam."

_Oh...were Casey and Tidam an item?_I couldn't ask that out of the blue, so I said, "There, you were in the dressing room. What's your excuse this time?"

"Don't get many visitors," he shrugged. "Out here, I spend most of the time protecting the ferals out here. Damned colonials still come out and poach nearer the big cities, so I'm trying to build up the population here to relocate the 'roos around Australia."

I didn't expect him to have such a noble mission. Is that why he retired here? I laughed, "So basically the same thing you were doing in the States. I know that Indiana had at least one more 'roo thanks to you."

He laughed. "Looks like you got my sense of humor, mate."

I paused. "That's not how you're doing it here, is it? To get the population up?" I said it like a joke, but my hand was shaking. A guy like Casey, living alone in the wilderness for eight years with only the local ferals to keep him company? Just how close was he to 'Sissy'? And it would actually work, too. Everyone heard the stories about young women giving birth to feral animals, particularly among dogs. If Casey _did_fuck a feral 'roo, she really might have a little, red-furred joey.

But Casey just chuckled. "No - I haven't gotten_that_ desperate yet. Not that the flyers haven't tried. Actually, I go around naked as a matter of strategy. Even this deep, the 'roos spook at people in clothes. If I want to get out among them, I have to look the part, and Sissy...well, I think she has a crush on me."

"Oh."

The awkward pause lasted about twenty seconds before I said, "What for? Who pays you to protect them?"

Casey looked away. "It's a long, stupid story. No one pays me, but I've got plenty of money saved up. They just need protecting, and not many people are willing to do that."

"But why are you?"

"You ever thought about where you came from?" he asked, ears flicking forward as he rested his piercing brown eyes on me.

"Well, yeah, that's why I'm here."

"Not like that," he explained. "Like, before. Are your grandparents both kangaroos?"

I paused. "Yeah...?"

"Full-blooded?"

"I don't know. Probably not."

Casey said, "My parents were. I never knew my grandparents, because Mom and Dad were stolen away from them when they were barely hopping. How far back do you think you have to go before some dog stole _your_ancestors?"

"Stolen?" I'd never heard anything about this.

Casey sighed. "Figures you wouldn't know. Or care. You spent your whole life in America learning about slavery, and don't know nothing about colonialism. Don't know what happened to the Africans that _weren't_kidnapped and sold. Don't know what happened to the kangaroos."

I stamped a foot down. "I know we were mistreated."

My father shook his head. "You assumed_we were, mate. You don't know about the police coming to our villages and rounding up every joey and taking them _at gunpoint. They said we were neglected. That we'd get a better life."

"Well, didn't it work out for you? And me?"

"You're the lucky one. In ten thousand."

"And you're not lucky?" I demanded. "You've got enough money to live out here."

Casey shook his head. "I got a break. Mom OD'd and Dad died in prison while I was being cared for by an Aunt in Los Angeles. They never found out where they came from, and now I never will, either."

I didn't know what to say.

He did. "I didn't know this stuff either, Tina. Until Tidam taught me it. He always talked about his days with the Wahgiwoori, about songlines, about totemic beings. His was the snake totem."

"Do you really believe that stuff?"

Casey paused. "I don't know. Hey, want a beer? Maybe lighten the mood."

"I'm only eighteen."

"Well, you're in luck, mate. Drinking age's eighteen out here."

We talked for hours, mostly about me, while I sipped politely at a Toohey's New. Too bitter for me. Casey was pretty easy to talk to, though I could sense a few touchy subjects I learned to steer away from. I felt kind of warm and happy, and I doubt it was the beer. I'd found my real father. I wondered what Mom would say when I told her.

"Well, little lady, it's gotten pretty late," Casey said at 11:30. "If you're gunna drive, you'd better start now."

I gave a big yawn. "Any chance I could stick around tonight? Got a place for your daughter to crash?"

"Well, that couch's the best I got."

"Thanks. It's a long way to town, and I still want to know more about you. If you're willing to talk about it, I guess," I added carefully.

Casey flicked his large tail, but laughed. "I suppose I can do that, mate. Guess I'm just out of practice."

* * * * *

In the morning, I woke to find Casey cooking eggs for breakfast.

"Fresh eggs. They have those in Indiana?" he asked, carefully flipping one of the eggs with a spatula.

Rubbing my eyes, I pulled myself up from the couch. It hadn't been an easy night, thanks to a spring that was out of place that managed to squeeze its way into my back no matter how I adjusted. The smell filled the air and I had to swallow my saliva. "Of course - lots of farms out in Indiana. My Mo - Lizzy - always buys local cage-free at the store."

"That ain't fresh, mate. I plucked these out from under my hens _this_morning. But they aren't cage-free. Hens probably appreciate the cages when the dingos come sniffing around," he explained, adding a little butter and salt.

"It's just eggs," I shrugged.

"Only someone who hasn't had fresh eggs would say that, Tina. You'll see."

I saw. Or tasted, rather. The plate of fried eggs with a bit of toast and this weird paste I didn't dare ask about was_incredible_. Maybe it was the crispy, buttered edge of the whites, or the beautiful runniness of the yolk as it spilled onto the crusted bread, or maybe my father was right, and fresh eggs just tasted better, but the flavors danced in my mouth.

"Not bad," I said, downing a glass of, what else, beer. I let out an exaggerated sigh to cover my grimace as my tongue curled up at the bitter hops. He had running water, but I didn't want Casey to think I was just a teenager. Well, I was, but an adult teenager.

"Want to see the hens?"

"I want to see everything," I replied, spreading my arms wide.

Everything turned out to not be that much. Aside from the house and the outhouse, there was just a small henhouse with about fifteen hens and two very contented roosters, and a heat lamp warming the most recent batch of chicks. That was it.

"What about all the money you made as a stuntman?" I asked suddenly, hoping that wasn't impolite.

"In the bank, mate," the red 'roo shrugged, hopping back into the house. "Believe it or not, they don't really pay stunters that much, but I did save a lot of money. I reckon I've got another three, four years before my money runs out."

I hopped in after, leaning against the counter. "You're..."

Casey said, "Not making any money out here. The 'roos only repay me in...well, satisfaction, I guess. They've yet to send a thank-you card. I've got my expenses pretty low, and make what I can selling the extra chicks, but heating this place in the winter cuts into my savings every year."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm out of shape and practice, and too old regardless for stunt work," he said, shrugging his broad, muscular shoulders. "And at fifty, I'd imagine the only 'roo in the acting business isn't doing many action movies."

"Actually, Tidam starred in Breakout: Alcatraz just last year."

"Well, I don't think he'd want me working for him again, anyway."

I pressed the issue. "Why not? Weren't you close?"

He turned to look at me, scrutinizing my face. "You're a smart girl, you know that? Must get it from your mother. You figured it out, didn't you?"

I nodded. "You were _too_close. I guessed it when you said you answered my mom, naked, thinking it was Tidam."

"Yeah, well, it was a pleasant surprise."

"But now that he's married..." my eyes widened, and I had to resist the urge to clap my hands to my mouth. "Did you propose to him?"

Casey just laughed. "No, mate, I didn't propose. Maybe I should have. I knew, or thought I knew, he wouldn't say yes. And besides, I'd been telling myself it was just about the sex for years. If I really loved him, why did I keep bedding every girl with a Tidam Strong fetish that came my way?"

"Maybe _that_was just about the sex," I suggested. It did cross my mind that _I_was a girl with a Tidam Strong fetish, but I held back my blush.

"Maybe," he conceded. "And as you know from the rumors - I was pretty good at it."

"Was?" I joked.

Casey tried to laugh it off. "I'm eight years out of practice."

Flicking my ears, I said, "I'm sure it's like riding a bike."

Our eyes met, and there was an awkward silence as we both realized what we were talking about. Finally, he looked away and said, "I'm not sure what bikes _you're_riding. Hey, want to head out with me on patrol, mate? I like to drive around the territory to look for evidence of poachers and the like."

He was just changing the subject, but it was a welcome change. I nodded enthusiastically. "Let's see how the other Tidam lives."

The jeep had no doors, and at first I was scared as the ground flew past us, just feet away from where I was strapped in. Casey didn't seem at all phased, as we bounced up and down the rocky terrain, feral kangaroos as far as the eye could see. He was staring around like a hawk, but his concentration didn't preclude a little conversation.

"So what about you," he asked, eyes on the road. "I feel like we've only talked about me. What's my daughter been up to?"

I looked away. "I'm taking a gap year before thinking about college. You know - nothing in school really...struck a chord with me. I'm okay at math, but I hated science. Maybe journalism?"

"I don't know nothing about that kind of stuff," he admitted. "Got lucky, I guess. Story of my life - in more ways than one."

"Well, hopefully I get lucky too," I said, before clapping my hands to my mouth. "I mean in a career sort of way. Because right now, I've got a bunch of nothing for future plans."

"Speakin' of which, there a boy in your life?" he asked suddenly. "As your father, it's my job to be overprotective."

I was silent for a moment. As one of the only 'roos in my school, and lacking breasts, I'd completely struck out in high school. "No," I said simply.

He was quiet, driving over the dry brush in silence. "Well, they're missing out. You ever thought about becoming a dick?"

I blinked. "What?"

He paused. "I'm talking about a detective. You seem whip smart and you tracked me down pretty easy, mate."

I bounced up and down in the seat, cocking my head. "I guess I hadn't. Maybe I -"

"Shit."

The sound of his voice stopped me in my tracks. He'd caught sight of something by the trail, and pulled the jeep over. "What is it?" I asked, glancing around.

"Dunno yet," replied Casey, hopping out of the vehicle. He headed to the side of the road where he knelt, inspecting the ground. I picked up something shiny there, and realized it was a beer can. "Aluminium..." he started, before saying, "Or aluminum, in the States. An' here's cigarette butts."

"Poachers?" I asked, getting out of the car.

"Mebbe." He reached down and rifled through the discarded remains, until he found a white balloon. "Mebbe not."

"What's that?"

"Used condom. Two, no, three, looks like. Drunken kids, not poachers, thank god."

"Oh!" I gasped, recognizing the rubber device from health class. "What are you doing?" I yelped, as my father picked up one of the sticky condoms.

He said, "Can't just leave these out here. Hey, can you get a trash bag from the back of the jeep?"

"You do this often? Cleaning up after...um...kids?" I asked, fishing around the back of the truck until I spotted what he was talking about.

"Not usually this far out. These two were out lookin' for adventure." He grabbed the bag and started collecting all the trash they'd left behind. "Least we got here before some bird or 'roo tried to eat one of these things."

Back in the car, I asked, "What would you do if they_were_ poachers?"

"You see that big box in the back of the jeep?"

I remembered it, when I was looking for the trash bags. "Yes?"

"There's a rifle in there."

My eyes widened and I froze, looking up at Casey. "You -"

"Ain't ever had to use it. I just call the police, Tina. But if I did run across some red-handed, so to speak, I've got the gun just in case. I won't stand by and let some colonial dog kill my 'roos."

I gulped.

"Not like Indiana, is it, girl?"

I shook my head.

We talked, but I don't really remember what about, thinking mostly about life in the Outback. It was like I'd gone back in time to the Old West, but I was just two days drive from a major city with sparkling skyscrapers and a Starbucks on every corner.

Back at his home, I dilly-dallied, until finally I just said it. "I'm not ready to drive back yet. Can I stick around? I can pay a little for the food, and I'll do whatever I can to help."

"I'm not gonna turn you away, mate. You stay as long as it takes to figure out whatever it is you're figuring out. And I can teach you how to clean the hen house."

"Sounds glamorous."

"I don't think you drove all the way out here to find glamor."

He wasn't kidding. Out came the buckets and gloves, but he only had one pair, and they were awfully big for me. Casey cleaned the chicken run outside, while I got to work with the scraper, cleaning out the fresh (and old) poop. For once I was grateful for my kangaroo legs, as it made it easy to bend down and scrub.

I don't want to sound trite, but after cleaning the entire coop, I felt a rush of accomplishment I'd never felt before. The chickens themselves were sweethearts, and the chicks were cute little fluffballs - and poop machines. I was sweating in the Australian sun, and Casey said, "Time to get back inside, mate. It's almost noon."

"Can I take a shower?"

"Yeah, but keep it quick. I got a well, but you never know when a drought'll wipe it out."

It was hard to shower quickly, but I didn't want to offend my newfound father. I only did a once-over with the lather, but there was still plenty of fur to rub. Still, it felt wonderful, even though the water was shockingly cold. I set aside a lacy green blouse and sat down to slide on my panties and pull on my travel pants, struggling slightly with the tail hole, as usual. As I was reaching for the blouse, the door suddenly opened, and there was Casey.

"Hey!" I gasped, putting my hands to my bare, reddish-white chest.

"Oh shit, sorry, mate!" he gasped, looking away. "I been alone for so long I forgot I needed to knock to pee."

I quickly pulled on my blouse, feeling more than a little ridiculous. Thank god he hadn't walked in while I was pulling on my panties! At least I had no breasts for him to see. "N-now we're even," I joked, suddenly picturing my dad's sheath when he swung open the door the day before. I had tried not to see it, but the naked 'roo had been all too visible, his balls dangling just above his white cloaca.

Once I was dressed, he helped me up with his paw. "Sorry again," he said. "I guess we have a knack for walking in on each other naked."

"It's okay, it's okay," I replied furiously, just trying to get through the awkwardness.

I let Casey through, breathing heavily as the bathroom door closed. Maybe he needed to pee, but he also turned on the shower. I yelled through the wooden door, trying to use humor to deflect how I was feeling. "I know it's been a long time, but you're supposed to pee in the TOILET, not the SHOWER."

His only reply was "Fuck off, mate!"

Groaning, I sat on the couch, avoiding the pernicious spring that still made my vertebrae ache, listening to the sound of cold water running across my naked father's ripped, kangaroo body. Would he think something was up if I "accidentally" walked in to grab a towel or something? No, Tina, bad thoughts, bad thoughts! He's thirty-eight years older than you,and he's your damned_father_. Not that that had stopped me from fantasizing about Tidam all those years. But there was something different about it when Casey was literally a dozen feet away.

But not altogether bad different, I realized as my fingers slipped down my pants. The adrenaline from him seeing my bare chest was still flowing and I could barely concentrate as I fingered my cloaca, wide tail thumping the ground. It didn't help that it was that time of the month. He couldn't smell it, of course, but the itching and bloating I felt did ease up a little as I masturbated. That was it, of course, my biological clock telling me that there was a perfectly suitable male donor one room over.

I swear, I was _just_about to cum when the shower squeaked to a close. Heart racing, I kept my hand between my legs, damp and humping, wondering just how long I had before Casey left the bathroom. It was right in front of me, and the _first_thing he'd see opening the door would be me with my hand down my pants. Would he dry off? I'd have several minutes, but I'd have to cut back on my moans or he'd know something was up. Or would he let the hot Australia air dry him off?

Grunting softly, I realized I couldn't really risk it. I wiped my hand off on my tail and took slow, deep breaths, pretending like nothing had happened. Good thing, too, because Tidam emerged with a towel around his waist, dripping wet. His muscles still showed through his wet fur. "I'm gunna go check on the 'roos directly Tina, so hopefully you've got something to do?"

"Why don't I go with you?" I wondered.

He grimaced, shaking water out of one of his long ears. "Like I said, mate, I get in among the mob nekkid. They wouldn't take too kindly to you wanderin' around in clothes."

My heart raced at the mere thought of venturing naked with Casey on a humanitarian mission to the kangaroos, but I knew that couldn't happen. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Don't worry, I'm sure I'll find something to do."

"Don't wait up," he suggested. "I might not be back until seven." The way he said siv'n with his Australian accent sent shivers down my spine.

I waited to hear his car running, but flicked my ears when I didn't hear anything. Investigating outside, I found a wet towel lying haphazardly on the ground near the thin, dry trees that made up the bushlands. I suppose I should have known the mob was within walking distance, considering he'd first thought I was Sissy knocking at his door. There I was, forced to picture my father stepping naked through the dry grass. He couldn't have gotten too far just yet.

I should have just gone back inside and rubbed myself off. Gotten it all out of my system. But adrenaline was still running through me and I wasn't making the clearest decisions. I wanted to follow him. I wouldn't get too close to the 'roos. But I was here to learn more about my dad, and this was his daily life. I couldn't miss out on it just because he was naked.

At least that's what I told myself, as I picked my way quietly through the brush. One advantage of having feet that no American shoe could fit was that you quickly learned how to step carefully, and I knew I could sneak through the foliage without being heard if I wanted to. I headed out in the direction of the towel, ears perked as I listened for Casey.

It wasn't long before I heard him, since he wasn't making an effort to sneak. I kept out of visual range, looking instead for any kangaroos, so I wouldn't spook them with my clothes. But the next area was a clearing in the trees, and there he was - Casey, hopping forward with his bright red fur. He'd found the mob, or at least part of it, as other red 'roos grazed and hopped. I almost lost track of him, except he was humming to himself. It didn't seem to bother the ferals.

Unfortunately, he was going deeper into the mob, leaving about seven 'roos between me and him. I watched his backside enviously as the ripped fifty-six year old greeted the animals gently, bobbing his head submissively as he navigated past another, younger boomer. They treated him like one of their own - mostly with indifference.

As Casey disappeared further into the trees, I realized I was done following. He'd been pretty clear that the kangaroos didn't trust people in clothes, so the only way I could keep following was if I removed _my_clothes. And then what if he looked back? He'd see...

Just another, run-of-the-mill, red-furred flyer. Without clothes, I could have been twins with any of the females here. He might know a few by name, like Sissy, but there was no way he could identify all of these 'roos by sight. I'd seen some during the jeep trip - there must be hundreds. I could probably watch him within plain sight and he'd have no idea I was actually Tina Benson.

That settled it. I had to have a closer look, and it only took a minute to shimmy out of my clothes and put them all behind a tall, gnarled tree. I memorized its branches so I could see it from afar. Still on my butt, I squirmed out of my panties, and like that, I was just another feral 'roo. But I still had to catch up to Casey! Hopping slowly but with a purpose, I tried to imitate the ambling of the ferals, ears perked for humming. I cocked my head, noticing a likely candidate. Was that Casey?

The jack was easily as ripped as the stunt double, but when he dropped his head to munch on grass, I knew it couldn't be him. I kept going, picking up the pace. There were other bucks, but none as impressive as the first I'd seen. The flyers mostly stayed together, and the males kept their distance. I knew from the Discovery channel that boomers liked to fight over mates.

Finally, I heard his voice. I hopped through the trees, eyes peeled, and there I heard it again. "Crikey, Sissy, you can't even leave a guy alone when he's down. I'm tryin'a do my job here."

I poked my head over a bush and saw him, pushing away a flyer. I turned my head, keeping one eye on the scene, ready to drop to all fours if my father glanced my way. My heart was racing as I spied on him, realizing how crazy this was. I shouldn't even be here. I was running around with no clothes on, in the wild, trying to get a glimpse of my dad naked.

Well, glimpse I did, as Casey shuffled around the inquisitive female. "Why don't you just go to the big man on campus, mate? He'll set you straight." He turned to face me, and I got another look at his naked body. Not just a glimpse, not in my imagination - there he was, muscles rippling down his chest, bulky arms pushing at Sissy's face, his testicles swinging a few inches above the protrusion of his sheath. His eyes crossed mine, but I just stayed put, and sure enough - he didn't recognize me. He didn't give me a second thought, being far too busy with Sissy.

"Don'chu know the boomer's supposed to chase you, not the other way 'round?" he protested as the amorous flyer rubbed her head against his chest. He leaned back against his broad, muscular tail, pushing away with his large feet.

I could see what she liked in Casey. But then, I'd masturbated to him (or his near-twin Tidam) hundreds of times in my life. Late night with Tidam had been the only way to stay sane during my boyfriend-less adolescence. Honestly, the 56-year-old looked every bit a match for the alpha 'roo. Sissy had clearly made her decision, hopping one step away from Casey and leaning forward, her broad tail in the air, curled to the side. There was no mistaking that posture, and Casey just rolled his eyes, having seen it a dozen times before.

"What makes you think this time'll be any different?" he grunted, looking her over.

For the moment, I wished it were me standing in front of him, raising her tail. I had no idea what it'd be like - I was still a virgin. But if pawing off felt as good as it did, I could only imagine what it would be like to finally be with the legend himself, his powerful legs cradling me, paws tucked around my waist as he curled that s-shaped dick up and into my waiting tunnel. My paw slid down to tease my pussy. It's not like Casey could tell what I was doing behind this bush.

Then I dropped my jaw. S-shaped dick indeed... As much as my father was telling the feral 'roo that he was turning her down, when she moved in a circle around him, his paws pushing her head away, I caught a glimpse of his naked body again. Unlike when he answered the door, this time he was peeking out of his cloaca. Beneath his rippling abs, I saw his dangling, cream-furred balls just above his short sheath, his tapered, pointed dick curving down and then upward, the perfect shape to stuff under a flyer's tail. He was easily as big as the porn stars I'd looked up as a kid trying to gauge what Tidam would look like down there.

He was actually _turned on_by Sissy!? My paw was already dripping as I rubbed myself, ears flat. But I was misreading it, judging by what Casey said next, "I leave one flyer in heat to find another one - and you look just like her."

Jis loik 'uh, his rumbling accent vibrated through my head. He knew_I was in heat - probably because he spent so much time around feral 'roos. And if he was turned on by Sissy because she looked like_me... I moaned softly.

His ear swivelled and he turned to look my way, but seeing another uninterested kangaroo, his eyes glossed over me. I was practically invisible! The moment of distraction cost my father, though, as Sissy squirmed out of his paws and managed to jutt her muzzle up against that serpentine cock. He reached for her again, but not before the insistent feral wrapped her lips around the tip of his dick and suckled.

"Nnnnngh," Casey groaned, placing his paws on Sissy's head but not pushing her away. "Fuck," he groaned. "You're taking advantage of me moment of weakness... Just me luck the first girl to visit me in eight years is me own daughter."

While my dad gritted his teeth, muscles all tensed as he stood straight up tall, Sissy kept lapping at him, and I was frozen, watching. I shouldn't be here. I knew that. If he found out I was here, he'd be mortified. And what if he admitted to Sissy that he had a crush on his own daughter? Yet that thought - that hope - kept me quiet, ears perked.

Sissy wasn't satisfied with just seducing the big, red, 'roo. She wanted something from him, and for the first time, she thought she might get it. Rubbing her head up against Casey's chest, she turned around, all but placing her long, muscular tail in his hands. She bent over then, her head craned back to plead at him with wide, black eyes, her little, pink cloaca winking beneath her tail. He wasn't really considering it, was he!?

"You're such a slut, you know that?" his voice rumbled. "If Dundee sees us, you know I'm not going to fight for you, Sissy. Why me and not him?"

Dundee must be the leader of this harem, the big male I'd seen earlier. He probably had rights to all the females in the mob. But Sissy, like me, knew there was better breeding stock than him around. Rubbing her tail, Casey hopped forward, but she didn't pull away. She was ready for him, legs spread apart, balanced and bent over, her dripping pussy waiting for him. How I wished that I were in her place!

I couldn't blame my dad for talking to himself, being mostly alone for so long. He asked himself, "Well, why not?" before biting his lip and saying, "I can't go back to Tina with my balls this fucking backed up. It's finally your lucky day, Sis."

I watched in amazement, dripping on the ground between my fingers, as Casey stepped over the presenting kangaroo, never minding that she was just a horny animal that didn't know any better. Casey knew better, but he still slid his paws around her waist, between her large thighs, mounting her in practically the same pose. His dick curled down and up, pointing straight at her little mound with the ease borned from years of practice. "Loik roydin a boyk," he rumbled, grunting as she curled her long tail around his. He was really going to do it!

Ears swivelling, he glanced around and locked eyes with me again, but he wasn't looking for me - he was checking for Dundee. But what the big, alpha 'roo didn't know wouldn't hurt him, and besides, Sissy was probably Dundee's daughter, looking for a little variety in her gene pool. She couldn't know just how different Casey was. I stared in shock as my dad readied his cock, tickling the wet entrance to the horny flyer, prepared to fuck an animal right in front of his hidden daughter.

Should I stop him? Make a lot of noise so that he could get off before I arrived? He couldn't be thinking straight, his nose wrapped in our heats. He'd laugh it off and I'd save him from a big mistake. It was a mistake, right? Yet even as jealous as I was of Sissy, I _wanted_to watch.

I said nothing, and with no one to help my father's judgment, he went with his balls and shoved himself up and into the warbling kangaroo, easily half his serpentine dick sinking into her quivering cloaca. Both 'roos arched their heads in the air, grunting quietly, not wanting to draw any undue attention, his large legs wrapped tightly around her smaller form. Sissy groaned gratefully, years of propositioning finally paying off for the red 'roo, his balls quivering just an inch above her spread pussy as Casey began to thrust. The flyer was beside herself, the expert, deep strokes of the incredibly experienced male slamming deep, the curve of his cock directly matching her waiting tunnel, slick tip squeezing up against her womb.

Wait, I thought. Can he get her pregnant_!?_I'd heard stories of course, but I'd always laughed them off. Some Dalmatian girl who slipped in front of her pet Pit Bull and got a belly full of four-legged pups. But that wasn't real, was it?

Now, Sissy was grinding her rump up against my father, humping up and down as he pumped and groaned, squeezing firmly around her midsection and looking down to lick the top of her head. "Now I remember why I couldn't help but fuck every fangirl who shook her tail at me," he moaned, clearly enjoying the lewd act of bestiality, unaware that his new secret had already been blown. "God damn it, Sissy..."

I was rocking my own hips now, sliding my whole paw up into my own slit, barely holding back my moans. How I wished I were the one under him, finally living my fantasy of nearly a decade. I was so distracted, I couldn't hear the strange _clicking_from behind me...

Until I felt his paws on my tail. My head popped up and looked over my shoulder. It was Dundee, there was no doubt, the muscular red kangaroo so much like my father except for his more tightly compacted digits. The alpha 'roo had sniffed out the strange new member of his mob, and found me, in heat, rubbing one out. I gasped and tried to stand, but he hopped forward and knocked me onto all fours, my rump raising as a result. Ducking his head, he continued his soft _clicking_noise and lowered his muzzle to sniff my dripping pussy. I was familiar, of course, with kangaroo toes, but his sharp, blade-like hind nails glistened more threateningly now, and I had to wonder what he would do if I tried to defy him.

_Oh my God, oh my God, what do I do?_I thought frantically, his hot breath washing over my cloaca. Would he hurt me? If he noticed Casey and Sissy, would he hurt my father? If I ran for it, would Dad guess it was me? If I called for help, was there anything he could do except watch in horror as the powerful alpha took my virginity!?

Already Dundee's dick was sticking out, and he stood, grasping my tail. I'd learn later than by staying put, frozen in fear, I'd basically given the 'roo the go ahead to mount, and that's just what he did, pushing my head into the rustling bushes I'd been hiding behind to wrap his claws around my waist just like I'd seen my father do to Sissy. I could still see the two obscured through the leaves, but I was worried about more important things.

Ahead, the last thing on my mind, was my father humping away at Sissy, his balls tingling. With a grunt, he said, "Well now I'm really doing my part to repopulate you 'roos. "You're," he groaned, leaning forward and squeezing her tight, almost all of his dick now buried inside her quivering tunnel, flush with Sissy's womb, "gunna finally get that joey you've been wanting..."

I'm not sure which part of my brain heard him, but I paled when I realized that I was in heat, and if Casey could get_Sissy_ pregnant, Dundee could get me pregnant! Fear or not, I leapt forward, out of his grasp, jumping straight through the bush and landing in the clearing, much to my father's surprise. "H-help!" I gasped, though I needn't have bothered. Dundee jumped through after me, landing heavily on my back and pushing me face-first into the ground again. With my legs flat against the ground and my head in the dirt, my rump went back up for the eager male, who was more interested in the doe beneath him than the doe in front of him.

Casey's eyes went wide, but it was too late to stop his climax. His face scrunched up and his ears flattened as he warbled and came, too busy splattering Sissy to really help me. "T-tina!" he gasped, before gritting his teeth and pumping his hips, breeding the feral 'roo beneath him.

"Dad, now!" I gasped urgently, but his balls were clenched up against Sissy and filling her up. He might as well be in another world. "He's gonna -!" I gasped, staring back at Dundee. But I couldn't even finish my sentence before he did, pressing his hips flush with mine and sliding his slippery red cock up to - and in - my cloaca. I watched, shuddered and whined as he penetrated me for the first time. Like father, like daughter, copulating with an animal.

My eyes flew open and I tossed my head back and warbled as the wild kangaroo claimed my virginity, holding me tight and working that long, thick cock back and forth in my fertile, unprotected tunnel. I was just another of dozens of flyers this boomer had bred, and he didn't care even a little bit that I was a person, and I had _no desire_to raise a pet joey! He snorted and grunted as he worked me over, mechanically, ferociously, an urgent need to breed. "Daaaaaad," I whined, but despite my fear, I was shuddering and squeezing down around the huge buck. I'd imagined my first time in the back of some teen's hatchback, not in the blazing heat of the _Outback!_But was there any way to back out now?

"Nnngh! T-tina," Casey gasped, humping Sissy wildly. "Y-you, uuuugh, gotta -" He could barely speak, he was so busy putting the finishing touches on Sissy, who mewled like a proud cat beneath my dad. If he had a plan, he'd better to get to finishing his sentence, unless he wanted _me_to help repopulate, too!

Dundee didn't seem to be bothered with my feelings, already deep and pumping faster, his balls starting to tremble. I didn't have much time, each wet stroke of his cock poking me now so deliciously to the depths of my womb. Dundee knew what he wanted, and he just took it, and there was nothing I could do but dig my claws into the dirt and bugle as he got nearer and nearer to making Casey a grandfather. "N-now!" I begged him.

Finally, he pulled his attention away from Sissy long enough to gasp, "J-just hop forward! He'll let you go if you try hard enough!"

My eyes widened, my heart racing. He wanted me to physically resist the big boomer? He could _kill_me! I was paralyzed in place, his thick cock pumping back and forth, teasing every quivering surface in my cloaca. But if I stayed put, he'd claim me, pump me with his 'roo juice, leave me with a pouchful of feral joey. Adrenaline filled my head, and I dug my strong hind legs into the ground and _leapt_forward, like my dad had suggested.

He jumped with me, but his grip loosened. The confused alpha bleated questioningly at my sudden resistance, and when I jumped again, he let go! He grunted in dissatisfaction as his long, curved cock squelched out of me, spilling seed onto the ground that had been destined for my womb. How much had made it inside me? Was it too late anyway? Thoughts raced through my head so fast that I didn't even noticed that I was about to collide into dad and Sissy.

"Shoo, Sissy!" Casey gasped, thwacking the red 'roo on the hip and sending her rocketing forward. She didn't need much in the way of encouragement - she'd gotten what she wanted, after all, and there was no telling what Dundee would do to her if he caught her. Actually, it was pretty obvious what the large buck would do. Casey hopped backwards just in time for me to leap past him right where the two 'roos had been fucking moments earlier.

Even though everything was a blur, I still caught a glimpse of Sissy's raised rump as she jumped away, dripping white as the well-serviced flyer fled. On the other side, Casey's drained balls wobbled back and forth above his full, greasy dick, slicked up with Sissy's juices, my head just a foot or two away from my dad's proudly saluting cock.

"Keep goin'," my father gasped, leaping right behind me, no more eager to challenge Dundee than I had been. We leapt quickly through the underbrush, and it wasn't the first time I'd wished kangaroos hadn't been disqualified from sports in school. It didn't take long before Casey gasped, "We lost him..." and slowed to a stop.

I stopped alongside my Dad, heeart still racing, but I was regaining my breath until I remembered what had really just happened, and that we were standing several feet away from each other, completely naked, each having just fucked around with the local wildlife! My face flooded with warm blood, and I averted my gaze from my handsome father's ripped body. "I - I, I -" I stammered, having no idea what to say.

"Are you okay, Tina?" he asked, softly and urgently.

"I - I think so," I gasped, glancing around as if I expected Dundee to come bouncing after us at any moment. I looked up at my dad's concerned eyes, and said, "No. I'm not," I trembled.

And like that his arms were around me. I don't know if I went to him or if he went to me, or perhaps both. I hugged Casey tight, tears running down my face as my adrenaline faded to be replaced with a rapid understanding of what had just happened. "It's okay, honey," Casey tried, his voice more reassuring than he maybe thought it was. After all, he didn't really view me as a daughter. I was just one of dozens of illicit pairings he had over the years. "I'm here for you," he added, squeezing tight.

My head was pressed up against his chest, my tears dampening his fur. "I - that, was my first time..." I gasped.

"God damn," he said. "I don't know what to say."

He didn't need to say anything. Right now, just his warm, musky presence was what I needed. I didn't notice or care that he was naked, and so was I. I was just a girl, hugging her dad, and it felt more right than it ever had with John, growing up. "You saved me," I admitted, fur standing on end. Sure, he'd been a bit late with the advice, but it had worked! Without him, I would have just squealed and cowered beneath the big, feral buck until he was done with me and I was...was... "And...I'm in heat...!"

He squeezed me again, and said, "H-how far did he get?"

Opening my eyes, I glanced down at my wide, kangaroo rump and shook my head. "I don't know."

"Let's take a look at the damage," he suggested.

Biting my lip, I nodded, pulling away from him. In an act that would normally have had me blushing from head to toe, I wiped the tears from my eyes, turned away from my dad, and hiked my tail up.

He knelt just far enough to get a good look at my cloaca. Relief in his voice washed directly over me as he said, "I don't see anything - you musta got off him in time." Politely, he raised his head, and hopped back in front of me. He said, "I should have warned you, mate." The pain on his face was obvious.

But I shook my head. "It's not your fault. You told me not to come. I just...wanted to, um..." Now was the time to lie. "To see what your typical day was like."

Now it was Casey's turn to be embarrassed, and he scratched the back of his head as he refused to meet my gaze. "Well...it's not like that," he gulped. "I've never, um..."

"I know," I interrupted. "But why today?" I asked, a pointed question. Was I really trying to get my dad to admit that he was horny because of _me?_That he'd fucked an animal just to be able to cope with staying in the same house as his daughter? Was this really the most important thing for me to be focusing on, just minutes after I was mounted by the mob's alpha 'roo? God, my heat must be really getting to me - and I couldn't really deny that Dundee had felt _really_good in me. As afraid as I'd been, my pussy had clenched down around him, shivers down my spine that would rather I'd just stayed put for him.

Casey blinked. "I guess I just...didn't have the willpower to say 'no'. Sissy can be...pretty insistent. That's where she got her name. God this is embarrassing. Y-you didn't see much, did you?" he asked hopefully.

"No, no," I lied. "I'd only just caught up with you when Dundee jumped me."

My father once again looked relieved, until his ear twitched. "How did you know his name?"

"Huh?"

"I only said 'Dundee' once, and that was...like right at the beginning."

"Oh, um," I stammered. "I mean, no, you must have said it another time."

"You saw all of it, didn't you," he sighed, putting his paw to his forehead.

"Y-yeah," I admitted.

"Why didn't you say something? Yell at me? Or go away?" he asked, cocking his head.

Now it was my turn to be embarrassed. "Well, I, I mean. I didn't..." No, nothing made sense. If I didn't want to let him know what I'd seen, I should have left. If I was disgusted at the thought, why did I watch in silence as he humped her for several minutes? He knew that I _wanted_to watch him with Sissy. "I'm not a pervert!" I said in a rush.

"Huh?" Casey gasped at the sudden, unsolicited outburst. He laughed, long, low, and loud, slapping his knee. "Aren't I the one who should be saying that to you? Fuck, this is messed up, mate."

I laughed too. Why was _I_being defensive? It's not like I'd _intentionally_let Dundee on my back. But my dad had decided to 'drain his balls' so that he could return to the house with me in it. My dad had chosen to knock up a feral 'roo... I realized I'd been holding my breath, and I looked up at Casey and said -

He was glancing to the side and said -

"I was thinking of you."