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The principal of this fine Pokémon Academy sat behind his desk, signing approval forms and notes. It seemed as if it was going to be one of those busy-work days, and having been a few days since the last troublemaker to enter his office, the Arcanine was more than a bit pent up. His foot tapped on the ground, clad in a very shiny dress shoe, with impatience. Though he did make his own break-times, he was a man of habit, and part of that habit included taking his lunch at noon.

He glanced at his watch again, frowning as it read back "11:47" in analog. He returned to his penning, signing the approval transfer of a new student, reading over to see if they'd interest him. He glimpsed the very first sentence, the transfer's name, Robin, before a knock at his door distracted him away from it.

"Come in," he said. Usually the Blaziken secretary would buzz him first, before sending a student in. Maybe it was a surprise visit, like Cecil a few weeks back? Before he could think about that shy Glaceon (who's punishment had ended just a few days ago), the door opened and in stepped his daughter.

"Hi Daddy," she said with a giggle, closing the door behind her and running to the chairs before her Arcanine father's desk. "Can you come to lunch with me? It's been a while and I wanna talk to you about my week!" continued the Growlithe girl a bit excitedly, clasping her paws together and looking up at Andrew with a pair of literal puppy-dog eyes.

"Is that why you came down here?" asked teasingly the principal in return, smiling gently at his little girl. "We can go to lunch in a few minutes, just let me finish up my work here, okay?"

"Kay, Daddy!" replied the bubbly fire-pup, placing her hands on her knees and swinging her feet back and forth. She was much too small for her toes to even reach the floor, let alone the soles of her shoes. The girl started to hum a catch pop tune, waiting for her father to finish. Just as she was starting to get fidgety, the Arcanine set down his pen and pushed it to the side of his desk, standing up.

"Let's go get lunch, shall we?" he said, walking around the desk and outstretching his hand to the younger dog, who took it gladly. She nodded, hopping off the chair and adjusted her uniform, tugging down the parts of her skirt that pulled up from her fidgeting.

"Mhm! I wanna get a pizza today!" she said with a wide, toothy smile. Happily, she skipped along with her daddy, through the hallway and into the cafeteria, filled with the students of the boarding school. As the Arcanine walked near groups of students, they'd talk in quieter voices--not that they were fearful of retribution, but simply because it was what they were accustomed to do around authority figures.

He stopped at the end of the line, eying its size. As principal, he could technically cut in front, but what kind of example would that set to his daughter, let alone the rest of the students. Better to wait politely.

"Daddy, c'mon!" said the young girl, tugging on her father's arm, trying to get him to walk past the line.

Andrew knelt down to his girl's eye-level, poking her on the nose. "Now, now, Peppy. These kids were here first, so we have to wait for them," he lectured, as that fire-puppy gave a fierce pout, puffing out her cheeks.

"But Daddy! You're the principal so you can just cut in front!" she said, pulling her hand away from the Arcanine's own, so she could put both paws on her hips. "And I'm really hungry!" finished the Growly-girl's reasoning, biting her cheek a bit with a humph.

"Hm, well, you wanted to eat with Daddy, so you'll have to wait in line with him too," chuckled the principal, patting his daughter on the head and roughing up the fur there. He didn't notice or feel the pair of ice-blue eyes glaring at the back of his head from across the cafeteria commons, sourced from a specific Glaceon he had punished.

Peppy mumbled under her breath, kicking her shoes on the ground in a little tantrum, but still waited with her father. After all, it wasn't like she could cut in front without him. Leaning against her dad's clothing-covered leg, she sighed, slowly trudging through the line with him. In reality, the line was moving at a fairly brisk pace, though in her hunger-addled mind it felt as if it was impossible for it to get any slower. Finally, after what felt like eons upon eons, the two fire-types arrived at the counter, and the girl felt herself being lifted by her father so she could see the offerings of pizza.

"Oooh..." she said, examining her choices. It didn't take long for canine instincts to spot the meatiest one and she pointed at it, "That one!"

Andrew gave a squeeze to that Growlithe. "What do you say, missy?" he asked with a rumble in his throat.

"Oh, uh, please!"

"Better," he said to her. "I'll take two slices of the same," the principal said, turning his attention to the cook behind the counter.

"Of course, sir," came the courteous reply, and out came two dishes of a meaty pizza. Setting down Peppy, the Arcanine took those plates and made his way through the crowd, while his daughter grabbed two bottles of orange juice. Paying for their meal, the principal followed his daughter to a corner table and sat, sliding over the girl's plate, a few pepperonis swiped from it. She didn't notice.

With her slightly chubby bottom firmly squared in the wooden seat, the Growlithe girl began to talk, between big bites of her pizza. "Mister Fillibert made us geometry today," she began, pronouncing the word like 'gee-imma-tree'. "It was kinda hard! How am I supposed to remember all the area stuff!" she said, before taking another large bite of that pepperoni and sausage pizza, chewing unlady-like with an open mouth.

"Hm, well, some things you just have to repeat over and over and memorize," started the Arcanine, having been used to giving some pointers to the various students who came to his office, though his daughter was seldom one unless she wanted to have lunch.

"Nuh-uh, they've got too many thingies!" she said, being woefully unspecific. "There should only be one or two, not a bunch of 'em!" huffed the Growlithe girl, before taking a big swig of her orange juice, washing down that massive bite of pizza. "An' also," she started with a full mouth, shushing when her father shook his head.

"Remember your manners," said Motzer, tapping his finger on the table to get the girl to set down her pizza. He had already finished one of his slices, and was working on the second.

"And also, the boy who sits next to me... uhh..." Peppy furrowed her brow in thought, which the Arcanine used to chew up the rest of his slice, finally washing down with a swig of orange juice. "Well, I don't remember his name, but he's a Glaceon, and I think he likes me!" she finished, staring at her father as if it was some sort of big revelation.

"Hm, well, maybe he does," says Andrew, reaching forward to pinch his girl's cheek. "After all, you're the cutest lil girl I know," he teased, watching the Growlithe pull back and caress her cheek after that pinch.

"Hmf, Daddy! Not funny..." she mumbled, rubbing that sore muzzle. "He gave me, well; I think it was him, some flowers in my locker. They just said 'from your admirer', but then he said I smelt like flowers in math class, before I had even taken them out!" She looked around, as if searching for said Glaceon, though it'd be impossible to find him. He had taken refuge behind a pillar right near the two fire-types, trying to eavesdrop on their conversation, though failing badly.

Andrew leaned forward onto the table, looking at his daughter. A secret admirer already, huh? They grow up so fast, he thought with a small smile. "So, do you like him?" he asked, watching his girl's face go red.

"W-what! I don't even know his name, how can I say if I like him or not!" Peppy replied a bit loudly: this the Glaceon overheard. "And besides, I like daddy the most," she said a bit quieter, stand up on her chair and leaning over the table, giving him a peck on the cheek.

"Well, one of these days you'll have to find a nice guy to go on a date with, so I can intimidate him," the Arcanine said, patting his girl on the head and standing up. "Let's bring these plates back and wash up, you've got 3 more classes today, after all," Andrew suggested, bringing both those plates into a paw and setting the empty bottles of juice atop them.

After placing the dirty dishes upon the wash-rack, he lead his daughter around the corner, pushing her towards the woman's room to wash her hands, while he himself entered the little boy's room. Empty, as usual--kids these days had no desire to wash up after lunch. Andrew drained the lizard first, having a full bladder since the late morning, holding it in until lunch. He sighed with relief, shaking thrice before pulling away and zipping up. As he ran his hands under the warm water, the bathroom door opened and shut with a locking click, and a pair of arms wrapped themselves around his leg.

"This is the boy's room, hun," he said, patting the Growlithe girl on her head.

"But daddy! I need to talk to you about somethin' important!" she whined, stamping one of her feet on the floor.

Andrew dried his hands and knelt down to his daughter's height, ruffling up her head fur. "What's got you stressed then?" he asked with a smile. He remained crouched for a short moment longer before slipping his paws beneath the girl's shoulders and lifting her up, setting the Growlithe atop the counter to sit.

Peppy brought her knees together, knocking them almost, and fidgeted on the cool countertop. Her skin flushed beneath her fur. "Remember when you were talkin' to me about my... stuff down there?" she began, squirming a bit more. "Well, it's been feelin' all hot and itchy... and you told me to talk to you about it if it did, remember?"

The principal nodded, having an idea where this was going. Just about a month ago he had given Peppy the talk, though admittedly with a few of his own perverse twists on it. He, after all, wanted to be the one to help his daughter with all her problems.

"Mmf... can you make it stop?" she asked, biting her lower lip and looking up at her Arcanine daddy with a pair of puppy-dog eyes. "It's weird and distracting, and making my undies all sticky..."

"I promised you I could," said the principal in reply with a warm smile, his hands resting on the girl's thighs, stroking them softly, giving the semi-chubby Growlithe-girl a slight squeeze there. "I heard the door click, did you lock it?" asked Motzer as he moved his paws up along those soft, furry legs.

The girl nodded, stifling a giggle with her paws up by her mouth as those tickling fingers roamed beneath her skirt. "Is this what you need me to do Daddy?" she asked, reaching down and pulling off her undies, which were as described, sticky with a spicy-scented fluid. They dropped to around her ankles, and lifting up the front of her skirt, Peppy displayed a very swollen and needy slit to her father.

"That's a start," said the Arcanine, sliding his hands between the girl's thighs and giving them a slight tug apart, stroking his fingers along that innermost part, playing with the softer fur there. He felt her slight shivers from his rubs, making small circles with the tips of his digits, flicking out his claws at times to tickle the Growlithe's sensitive flesh.

"Heehee, Daddy!" squeaked the little Growlygirl, her fluffy tail starting to wag back and forth, swishing smoothly on the granite-lookalike countertop. "That tickles!" she cried, starting to squirm some, leaning backwards as she wiggled away. That, of course, just left more of her lower-half open to the Arcanine's "tickles".

"Sensitive down there? How about over here?" he smiled, turning his hands and stroking up the sides of the Growlithe's swelled slit, brushing his knuckles against her labia gently, feeling it quiver and warm under his touch.

"Aah... yes..." mumbled Peppy, now suddenly growing still as her father stroked at those folds. It made her feel funny for sure, though it was a strange kind of funny, one that she only felt sometimes when riding in the bus or on a bike ride.

"That's good," replied Andrew, sliding his paws away from her opening and back to caressing the female's thighs, petting them and giving lavish attention to their somewhat jiggling form. Kneeling down, the Arcanine pressed his nose against his daughter's knees, inhaling her scent, which was present even at a distance. His gentle presses on her thigh spread apart those legs a bit more, though with those undies wrapped around her ankles she could only part her knees and upper legs.

"Daddy... touch me down there again..." murmured the fire-puppy, breathing stressed ever so slightly. Just that teasing made her realize what her nethers needed, and they wouldn't be satisfied with just that little brush. Her shoes fell off her hind paws, landing with a few clops onto the bathroom floor. Stretching out her thin socks, a few toes wiggled in need.

Giving a low chuckle, the Arcanine lowered his hands further, placing them at the base of his daughter's heel, lifting up the foot. "In a moment cutiepie, Daddy's got some other things to touch and kiss first," he said, bringing his nose to that footpaw and pressing his lips to it in a kiss. It tasted slightly sweaty, with a hint of spice, though its true flavor was diminished by that cotton covering.

Peppy giggled, squirming a bit as her daddy rubbed the arch of her foot, taking off that sock and exposing the paw in all of its glory. He pressed his thumb right into that soft spot between pads, moving it up and down slowly. His digit pushed just underneath that toe, nudging it upwards and massaging the very sensitive underside of it, while his other hand lifted and stroked the female's heel.

That leg twitched even more as it was half-tickled by the Arcanine, flexing and jerking under his grasp. The Growlithe cried out, almost bouncing on the countertop from those touches, the girl giving a barking laugh. Her skirt fell forward, covering up her immodest groin, though as she leaned back and rested her shoulders against the bathroom mirror that pink, puffy slit came back into view.

"Daddy, that's my foot!" she whined, shivering as the principal gave a long, lewd lick up its form, from heel-base to big toe. Just that single slurp was enough to coat the entire paw in a thin film of saliva, and Peppy kicked her foot out just slightly from the tickling of that tongue.

Andrew simply closed his eyes as he tasted his daughter. The flavor was very reminiscent of his ex-wife, who left for reasons obvious to imagine. There was a definite salty overtone, from the sweat of being cooped up in a small shoe, but at the same time there were hints of spiciness and a slightly sweet aftertaste, the kind only a female could have on her flesh. Its very taste was addictive, and the Arcanine found himself giving lick after lick to his girl's foot.

Finally, he drug his tongue to the very tip top of her paw and wrapped his lips around those soft, small toes. Taking two into his maw, he slid his taster between them, wrapping around the smaller of the two and slowly threading it between the smaller ones, until he reached the very last toesie, and hung his tongue from it.

The girl twitched her toes as they were nibbled upon, wrapped and slurped by her father's tongue. She shivered in delight--though the situation was strange and foreign, it wasn't too unpleasant at all! She sighed out, tilting her head back and knocking it on the mirror. The bathroom seemed stuffy for some reason, as if a heater had kicked online and was pumping warm air into the room. It smelled as if someone had lit a candle as well, a pumpkin-spice scented one that'd be described on the package as "autumn leaves falling".

Andrew could smell the scent too, though his nose was much more attuned to the specific aroma of female musk. Oh, and how powerful the heated odor was from his little girl's crotch. It made him want to stop slurping at her feet all together and move his lips right against that pair of lower ones. And so, with a firm suck and pop from his lips, the Arcanine removed those toes from his muzzle, blowing on them dry and brushing his whiskers against them, before finally replacing the sock upon it--the bathroom was cleaned regularly, but still no place to go barefoot in.

"Widen your legs a bit more for Daddy, okay?" he asked, his hands on Peppy's knees, giving them a gentle push apart and smiling as that tight slit just barely presented itself further. Its walls were stuck together by her feminine juice. He exhaled slowly, lips forming an "o" which directed that breath right along her ticklish thighs and against that cunny.

"Y-yes Daddy," came the shivered reply, just that exhaling breath was enough to make her want to clench together her knees and shut tight her father's access to her lower half. Still, she obeyed, opening her legs and sliding forward on the tabletop as she did so, thrusting forward her virgin opening to the older male. With it in closer view, Andrew could make out the very fine details of that Growlithe girl's closed opening.

Very fine white hairs dotted along the length of her outer lips, some cream in color intermixed with them. They bordered a pink and swollen pair of inner-lips, pursed together tightly and moist with some sort of fluid. Taking a sniff, the fire-type could catch that earlier scent with a stronger hint of musk in it, seeming to rest on those outward-facing folds of feminine lips. Said lips were slightly moist, or appeared to be at the very least. They shimmered slightly in the warm light of the bathroom, and the slight movements from the female they belonged to caused them to twitch against each other.

Sliding his nose closer and closer, that aroma grew stronger until finally Andrew's warm snout prodded directly against those sticky lips. He lightly depressed them, inhaling again, feeling that girl's moisture applied against his nosebridge. Such a damn nice smell, he thought, and hearing his girl's squeak of pleasure he smiled and breathed out, blowing warm air right onto that girl's slit.

"Nhaa... Daddy!" came the reply from that teasing exhale of heat. It tingled along Peppy's hole, almost as much as the feeling of her father's nose pressed right up against her slitty. The heat and itchiness down there that she had been feeling only intensified the more and more the principal touched her lower half. She gasped out suddenly, bringing her hands forward to grasp the Arcanine's fluffy mane and pull slightly--a rough tongue had just slit right up her two lips and flicked right against something sensitive.

Said Arcanine was much too busy enjoying the delicate tastes of his daughter's entrance to enjoy her gasps and grunts. He felt those little hands squeeze and yank at his mane weakly, smelling stronger her scent as that sticky fur was rewetted and those folds teased into a slight opening. It was, of course, still very tight and pursed together, despite the tiny little round hole that had formed from her stretching legs and Andrew's licks.

The taste of that pristine little opening was just as he thought it would be from its smell. It had a distinct cinnamon-like flavor, the kind his own musk held. At the same time, however, the 'nine could taste other variations in her juice's pallet. That slightly pumpkin scent made a return in her juice's flavoring, very subtle but there. As he licked again, he pressed his rough tongue against her pink walls, stroking along the outside of that entrance before poking the very tip of his tongue into the girl's small, unstuck opening.

"Ooh... daddy...I feel funny..." mumbled Peppy, her breath starting to deepen into girly huffs, eyes squeezed shut as she resisted the urge to squeeze together her knees around her daddy's head. That tongue felt so weird on her hole! It had a bumpy texture that simply stroked the fire of all her sensitive nerves on her labia. Those inner walls of her girl-parts seemed to flex and pulse as the very tip of that tasting organ slipped against her little, sticky opening, spreading it apart even more, and gently peeling unstuck those lips.

The Arcanine's paws reached beneath his daughter's thighs, reaching up beneath them and pressing his thumbs right to either side of that entrance, giving a slight tug in opposite directions. He spread that little girl's pussy wider, her lips not wanting to come apart at first. Finally though, the pressure overcame their stickiness, and that opening was spread apart "fully", though it only had three-quarters of an inch separation at its widest spot.

He breathed out again, kissing that opened hole, flicking his tongue into the tight space of those lips and wriggling it about, pressing deeper. Just an inch or so in and he found his girl's hymen, applying slight pressure to it, though not enough to penetrate. She cried out as it was brushed, the Arcanine's tongue drooling hot saliva into her already wet canal.

Andrew hummed, tilting his head back just slightly and smooching the girl's little clitoris, giving it a tender nosing as he lapped her crotch lewdly. The sound of her pants grew louder, her head falling back against the mirror again with a loud thud. As he slobbered over that slit, the Arcanine began to huff as much as his daughter, feeling more and more of those feminine fluids leak out onto his lips.

"Feels good?" he asked, turning his tongue upward to swipe up and down the sides of that hole, rubbing and drooling down into that canal. More and more fluid spilt free from her entrance, dribbling down the Arcanine's furry chin, matting his fur with those female pleasure juices. He flattened his tongue, stretching it all the way down to her perineum and slipped it back up, giving a complete lick to that entire slit.

"Yes Daddy!" she cried out, eyes squeezed shut so she couldn't see her father's nose slip under that skirt and the way his lips seemed to kiss and intimately smooch at her hole. All she knew was that that warm muzzle was more than pleasuring to her entirety, and a tight, winding sensation was building up in her lower belly, causing her toes to squeeze and clench rhythmatically. They flexed hard, pulling backwards for one moment before suddenly curling in forward.

With her pants and groans, the soft sound of female ecstasy, the Arcanine could tell that the young Growlithe girl was nearing her first orgasm. He continued his motions, slowly sliding his focus towards the little girl's clitoris, wriggling his tongue over and over at it, slipping back the hood for a moment before letting it fall back over, and hiding the sensitive nub. Just when her moans didn't seem like they could get any higher, he pushed his lips hard against that very top of her cunny, giving it a hard suckling kiss, flicking that clit over and over with his tongue.

Peppy howled out with a sudden orgasm just as the bell for class rang, echoing through the bathroom and hallways loudly. Her pussy clenched and pulsed, squirting out a hot jet of female come down Andrew's neck, matting his fur with the sticky-slippery substance. The Arcanine groaned out, getting coated in his daughter's sex juices, the smell thickening his member and attempting to fog his mind. He held tight, still nosing and sniffing his girl's crotch, cleaning it from that sticky come.

The taste of pumpkin was even richer now; spice now the undertone of the total flavor. He continued his suckling of those outer lips, pressing many kisses around that swollen, puffier labia before finally pulling back with a smile, and reaching up with a hand to stroke his daughter's cheek. She whimpered, still dazed from the intensity of her first orgasm, her cunny tingling with all sorts of new feelings.

"Oh Daddy... It's still hot..." she muttered, squeezing her legs shut now that the Arcanine was no longer between them. Juices leaked out and onto the bathroom counter, forming a clear puddle. "Can't you do anything else to make it better?" she asked with a pair of puppy-dog eyes, pouting her lower lip. As she spoke, her underwear slowly fell down her legs, until finally they fell onto the floor, next to her shoes.

"I've got one more thing to try," the principal said with a kind smile, slipping his hands under her shoulders and lifting up the uniformed student, leading her towards the single bathroom stall in the boy's room. "Would you like to try?" he asked, leaving to bring back her shoes and panties, placing them in a corner of the stall.

The girl gave a shy nod, moving towards her daddy, inexplicably drawn by a sudden scent coming from him. He bent forward, grasping her little wrists and lifted them up, placing them on his belt, already undone.

"Pull it down," he told her, and with all her childish strength she gave a tug to those slacks, stripping them down to her daddy's knees. At face level, a bulged pair of underwear met her gaze, and she looked at it confusedly.

"What's this, Daddy?" she asked, reaching her hand up curiously and pulling down Andrew's underwear, exposing his thick, half-hard member. She grasped it around the mid-section, giving it a small squeeze and lift forward, sniffing it as an inquisitive puppy was to do. It had a similar scent to her own lower bits, though his was much deeper. It seemed to throb in her paw, growing slightly thicker and firmer, until finally it stood straight upwards, pointing right between the girl's ears.

"That's Daddy's special tool to fix your little hole down there, sweetie," he said, patting her on the head. "It's good for a lot of things though, you can play with it a little first if you like," finished the Arcanine, flexing his groin and causing that hard member to flex and bob in Peppy's hand.

The girl squeezed the prick's thick shaft, giving it a little rub, unsure as to what to do, though her instincts seemed to have a good idea. A small trickle of precum oozed from the tip, and that musky, spicy scent increased by tenfold. She pulled the rod towards her, sniffing that very top, before flicking out a warm tongue and giving it a short lick.

This time, the Arcanine let out a low moan, leaning himself backwards against the stall wall, adjusting his stance a bit. As his girl played with that member, licking it curiously and even kissing the tip, he pulled at his underwear, stripping them down to his knees like those slacks he was wearing, freeing his heavy, filled balls. He had been hoping to empty them, after all, though he didn't think his daughter would be the lucky student to do it. Through his thoughts, he hardly noticed the girl open her mouth extra wide and swallow just the large head of his member, giving it a warm, wet suckling. He was a fair deal too large for her lips, most likely both pairs, though with enough lubricant and adjustment time, he was sure that he could take his girl's virginity.

That idea made his dick throb harder. True, he had punished many female students in his office, but none were taken vaginally--that was something that even the perverted principal kept on a pedestal. Yet here he was, thinking about not only taking one of his younger charges purity, but the purity of his own daughter. Tilting his head back, Andrew gave a long moan, and pulled himself backwards out of her lips with a plop, where just the very head had been wetted with saliva.

"Daddy...?" asked the Growlithe girl, a bit confused as to why her father suddenly gave out that roar. She squeaked as he hunched down, picking her up beneath her shoulders and twirling her around. Finally, he sat down on the lidded loo, legs half spread as he slipped the young student onto his lap, that fat and thick cock slipped up her skirt and poking out the very top of its stretchy waistband. "Heehee, your lap's warm, daddy," said Peppy with an innocent smile, shivering a bit as that Arcanine's shaft brushed against her slickened cunny.

"It sure is hun," said the principal in reply, rubbing his daughter's flat chest. Even though she still had that layered school uniform on, he could feel the tiny bumps of her nipples, giving them a slight brush and earning a coo of pleasure from his girl's lips. She scooted forward unconsciously, placing more of her vaginal lips against that member, feeling it throb against her pussy, eager for some sort of action.

Reaching into his jacket pocket, the Arcanine popped out a bottle of lubricant, squeezing the contents of which onto his paw and lathering his member with it. It pulsed and glistened as he stroked, the male's knuckles just barely slipping against his daughter's plump entrance, causing it to tingle again. She slid herself forward, just a bit, and pressed that warm opening right atop her daddy's large pair of heavy balls.

"What's that for?" she asked curiously, the sound making her ears twitch and perk up. Her daddy's cock seemed even shinier than usual as that stuff was applied to it, glistening in the flickering light. Her hand extended once more, grasping just below the cockhead and giving it a slight stroke like her father had been doing. To her surprise, it was very easy for her hand to slide downward; the length felt like her little cunny walls had did after she was licked down there.

"It's to make me slide in easily," replied the principal, setting aside the lubricant and taking his slickened paw between the girl's legs. "Daddy needs to go in deep to fix your hole's hotness, and since you're so much smaller than him he needs to be very slippery to get inside," he explained, starting to probe that girl's lips, rubbing some lube on them and into it. Though she had made quite the squirting earlier, her walls were beginning to reabsorb it back, and a dry hole was not something he wanted to pain his daughter with her first and special time.

"Oh... will it hurt?" asked the naïve Growlithe, looking up at her daddy. She never thought that she could put thingies up her hole to fix its itchiness! Just the thought of having something like her father's tongue in her again was starting to cause that warmth to radiate out from her lower region, and the rubbing of its interior only added to that tingling sensation.

"It'll hurt just a little at first, but I promise it'll feel good if we keep going. Are you alright with that?" asked Andrew, moving a dry paw to stroke his daughter's cheek and rub behind her ear. Truth be told, he had half a mind to do it anyway, though he'd feel guilty for the rest of his life. Swallowing, the Arcanine strengthened his resolve to respect his daughter's wishes no matter what she chose.

"Hm..." the girl lowered her head, giving a small rumble as her father stroked the base of her ear. "Okay Daddy... I know that you won't hurt me on purpose," she said with a smile, and adjusted herself on the Arcanine's lap. "What do you want me to do then?" asked the Growlygirl, feeling her sex quiver and moisten in what it instinctually anticipated.

"Just let Daddy do all the work, okay?" replied Andrew with a smile. He grasped his daughter's hips, lifting her up and positioning her opening right above and against the hot head of his length. Just the tip was already stretching that slit fairly wide, and the Arcanine wasn't even half an inch into her yet. She gasped, feeling her lips spread apart, the heat in her loins building up off of the Arcanine's own warmth.

"Oh Daddy... it feels..." gasped the young Growlithe, her face flushed from that slight penetration. With her entrance stretched so tight over that lubed member, she could feel every pulse and throb of her daddy's heart through it, the minuet twitches sending shivers up her back and causing her tail to freeze in place. "Nff... good..." she managed to gasp out, her tight, virgin pussy beginning to pulse as that member squeezed into it, going just a bit deeper and spreading her walls further.

The lubricant coating the Arcanine's girth slowly aided that sliding, though her taut lips seemed more likely to wipe it off than be eased by it. Still, he continued inward, stopping the moment that little Growlithe girl gave a sudden cry, and he felt a pressure against his cocktip. It was clear what it was, and for a moment he had a doubt that he could even take his daughter's virginity.

"Daddy?" asked the little fire-puppy, confused as to why her daddy had stopped. A slight twinge of pain budded at the base of her crotch from his pressure, though at the moment blocked by the insurmountable pleasure of being spread apart and mated, though she didn't quite know the word for it.

"Sorry pumpkin," replied he with a smile, giving her a nose-to-nose kiss. "It's gonna hurt for a moment, okay?" he continued, carefully holding the Growlithe up above his cock, not wanting to accidentally deflower her before she gave an okay.

"It's alright Daddy, I'm a big girl, remember?" she said with a proud, toothy smile. A small little bit of Growlithe come slipped free from that tightly stretched slit, rolling down the Arcanine's shaft and dropping to his balls. Her body was hungry with need, and knew only the satisfaction her father provided.

"Then we'll go slowly," he said, beginning to lower the girl onto his member, feeling her throb and clench as his cockhead finally sank past those outer lips and into her canal, while at the same time penetrating past her hymen. She cried out from the penetration, a few tears slipping from her now closed eyes, wetting her cheek.

"A-ah... oww..." mumbled Peppy, her breathing starting to get hard. There was no going back now, though, and she made a brave face and continued to sink down onto her daddy's member, feeling it throb deep inside her warm hole, though it was only half-way in. Her inners stretched to accommodate it, molding to the very shape of her father's shaft and sucking it in deeper.

Just three-fourths of the way in and she felt that prick bump up against something deep inside her cunny, refusing to go any further. The Growlithe girl furrowed her brow, starting to slide herself upwards and back down, giving out a little yip as it again hit that blockage. Looking down at her belly curiously, the fire-puppy gave a rub to the bulge protruding out, surprised that so much of her Daddy could fit inside! She wanted him all, though, and started to slide back up again, her slit pulling hard on the skin of his shaft.

"That's as far as it'll go, hun," said Andrew with a smile, rubbing down his daughter's back, giving a squeeze to her rear end. The girl gave a soft squeak of pleasure, her sex pulsing down around the principal's length, giving it a milking throb and seeming to pull it even deeper, though the tip was firmly pressed against her cervix. "Ready to continue on?" asked he, rubbing the fire-puppy's sides with a firm pair of hands.

Peppy nodded, looking down again. Though she couldn't see past her frilled skirt, she could feel her opening being spread wide apart by that huge tool, every inch of its hot flesh squishing up against her tight, inner walls. As she was lifted up off of it, a strange feeling of pleasure shivered through her body, and her cunny twitched, until just the head of her daddy's penis was rested inside her slit. Giving his own male moan, the Arcanine sank himself back inside that girl, slowing just before he bashed into her cervix, feeling himself inch just a bit deeper than before. Could she be loosening even further?

The thought enticed him in a strange way--not only did he take his daughter's virginity, but he was going to take her tightness as well. He slid himself outward again, this time feeling those walls tug along with his shaft, starting to almost fold out from their tight grip, only to loosen at the very last second, his head slipping out of that juicy cunt and twitching right against her clit. A rush of fluids escaped, having been plugged up by that fat rod, dripping out of her cunny for just a moment before he plugged it yet again, stuffing himself even deeper.

"Aaah... Daddy!" cried the Growlithe, her eyes squeezing shut and breath a tangled mess of huffs and pants. Having pulled out, the Arcanine had reangled, this time with his shaft constantly grinding against his girl's little clitoral nub. She gasped and groaned, getting unimaginable amounts of pleasure just from her father's slight thrusts into her drippy hole. It began to build higher, her moans growing louder and lighter in pitch, head tilting back as she "rode" her daddy's cock, the large thing stretching and bulging out her belly.

That Arcanine leaned forward, pressing his lips against the girl's own, stifling her cries with his hot smooch. New to kissing, Peppy messily returned it, groaning loud and hotly as that constant barrage of pleasure continued to build, winding up in her lower groin, just getting tighter and tighter, ready to burst any moment. Andrew's hand slid around her bottom, giving that slightly chubby rear a squeeze, and a lubricated finger slipped into her pucker suddenly, stretching out the hole.

With that, the girl could hold back no longer, nor could she be teased. Her tight cunny spasmed around her daddy's member, pulsing and squeezing it rhythmatically, trying desperately to milk it of cream that would not come just yet. Her fluids filled her inner walls. With that fat rod plugging her slit, they had nowhere to go until finally the pressure grew too great and they gushed down the fire-dog's shaft, soaking his length and balls with those female juices, completely saturated with feminine fluids.

Andrew inhaled his daughter's groan, feeling her entire body clench up and pulse, squeezing tight around his member. Her rear too, pulsed and clenched about his intruding finger, the digit giving a slow, steady circle as he began to bounce the little fire-pup on his lap once more. After the rush of lubricating fluids, her hole seemed to relax and deepen, finally allowing the Arcanine to sink his member fully inside that slit and grind his furry crotch against her clitoris.

Just the slight brushes of his fur against her hooded nub were enough to cause that female fire-dog to rowl out in pleasure. Her little legs wrapped as best they could around her daddy's waist, unable to even touch behind his back. His heavy, hot member slipped in and out of her dripping hole with ease now, the Arcanine rocking his daughter against himself, giving soft grunts as his prick disappeared between her thighs.

Cradling the girl in his arms, the principal began to focus more upon himself, now that she had her first penetration-induced orgasm. He pushed apart those tight folds, feeling them squish and slurp around his thick rod, juicy and plump from the Growlithe's first heat. Her opening seemed more swelled than usual as he thumped into it, tip nudging at the girl's cervix a few times.

With his arms wrapped around that young girl, he could feel every shuddering inhale she too, and the gasps of an exhale she made as he pulled himself out. Her female scent had filled the bathroom entirely, mixed in with his own, powerful maleness. They battled for dominance, the girl's having the upper hand from her two orgasms and the puddles of liquid they had left around the room.

Kissing his daughter deeply, Andrew tasted the spice of her saliva, licking his tongue against her own, easily taking charge of Peppy's mouth with his experienced taster. He pinned hers down, breathing in deeply through his nose as the Growlithe girl tired foolishly to take a breath from muzzle. With that squirm, the Arcanine let up, allowing her to inhale deeply, eyes a bit glazed over and dizzy.

She looked up at her daddy through those teary eyes, giving a bit smile and pulling herself into his chest, nuzzling it close. "I love you daddy..." she moaned, feeling a now familiar pressure begin to build up in her loins, tensing and tightening as it wound tighter and tighter. At the same time, the girl's slit started to twitch and compress, pulsing with her father's deep penetrating thrusts, clenching just as his member reached its hilt and brushed the innermost parts of her sensitive hole. Her body knew what it needed from it, though the innocent Growlithe girl was completely unaware of the male's churning balls below.

Lowering his chin atop his girl's own, the Arcanine gave a low rumbling groan, his hands stroking and rubbing her back firmly. "I love you too, my darling little girl," he said in reply, just those words driving him closer and closer to his orgasm. Her smaller body squirmed against his powerful thrusts, barely able to resist their strength as the principal began to thrust harder into his daughter's slit.

Finally, that sensation of his own orgasm started to well up from his loins. A familiar tightening swirled just above the base of his member, and his shaft seemed to expand slightly larger in the already-stretched-tight cunny. It throbbed and pulsed, the vein making a zigzagging line down his shaft as the Arcanine's heartbeat thumped through its twitching form. With a low groan, the 'nine felt his orgasm come a hairs-breadth away, and pulled almost entirely out, only to push back inside one last time.

He came to a hilt, his cockhead nestled right against Peppy's cervical opening. Not even a half second later he grunted, closing his eyes and emptied his balls deep inside his daughter's no-longer-virgin cunt. Thick, hot ropes of seed spurted deep into her womb, filling it up in what felt like seconds before it began to slop out and drip down her thighs. That thick, potent load completely pumped full that pussy, still coming out the Arcanine's pent-up balls as the Growlithe girl gave a powerful gasp and had her third orgasm ever.

"Daddy!" she cried out, clutching his shirt tight with small little paws, shivering as her cunt was filled to the brim with that hot, sticky Arcanine cum. At last, her body's heat was quenched, and that itch warmth between her legs began to dissipate, soothed by the principal's cream. She nuzzled into his tummy, mumbling and moaning. "T-thank you daddy... my place isn't all hot and funny now..." Her eyes closed, breathing hard as finally that fat, thick Arcanine prick had finished its ejaculation inside of her, and was slowly sliding out as her body was lifted.

Sticky drops of seed oozed out of her spread and used lips, sliding down her thighs and making a mess of her fur. Andrew sat her cross-ways on his lap, and wiped clean his excess seed as best he could with the supplies he had on hand--a small handkerchief and toilet paper. With her inner thighs matted, but clean, he slid up those girly panties, gently stuffing her stretched lips into the thin base, and finally slipped her shoes on her feet, trying to stand her up.

For a moment, her weak knees buckled beneath her weight, and the Arcanine caught her, slowly coaxing her to stand up on those shaking legs. At last, the Growlithe could stand on her own, and take wimpy steps forward. Class had started long ago, but it was the furthest thing on her mind. Not so much on the principal's, however. Taking her little paw in his big hand, he guided her out of the bathroom, cleaning up most of their mess would be left to the janitor, and down the hallway to her science class.

Just outside the room, he knelt down, brushing her facial-fur clean and checking under her skirt to make sure she wasn't dripping his cream. Both seemed fine, though that Growlithe's panties did have a certain damp spot in the center.

"You pay attention in class now, okay?" said the Arcanine to his daughter, rubbing her affectionately behind the ears. His daughter gave a nod, her brain seeming as if it was rebooting from that earlier hard fucking.

"Okay Daddy..." she said, and allowed her father to open the door to the classroom. Though Andrew had done his best to clean up the girl, he had forgotten one critical thing--scent. While both he and Peppy's noses were now accustomed to the odor of their musk and sex, it was clearly apparent to the classmates nearest the young Growlithe, though they were too naïve to realize what it was. All but two in the classroom were in the dark, the Zoroark teaching, and a glaring Glaceon boy about five seats away.

Giving a cursory nod to his employee and fellow pedophile, the Arcanine left for his office--there was a transfer student who needed approval.