<Sunday>

	"Are you sure this is all on the level, dad?  They seem kinda sketchy to me," the pink-haired gnome remarked absently as she focused on her workbench.  One of her vibrant green eyes was screwed shut as she concentrated on the delicate circuit board in front of her.

	"The Gnomasons have been revered by our kind for years, Aly," he remarked cheerfully as he clasped his best cloak around his neck.  The aging gnome brushed a few strands of his fading pink hair back into place, icy eyes darting to and fro to ensure everything looked immaculate.  "Besides, it's not every day they just hand out an invitation!  I'd feel awful if I declined."

	"But that's how they get'cha," she shot back, tightening a screw on her newest contraption before finally setting it down and turning to him.  Aly nimbly hopped to the ground and tottered over to him and quickly swiped her grease-covered hands over her equally dirty tank top before adjusting his brooch properly.  "But if you think it's worth it, I won't argue with ya.  Master Gnomason Fizzer Sparkworth does have a nice ring to it!"

	"I appreciate the concern," the elder gnome returned with a warm smile, his large eyes meeting his daughter's for a long moment before he pulled her into a hug without hesitation.  "I promise I'll be alright.  I've seen enough war in my day to handle myself if something goes amiss.  In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if there was a trial by combat involved!"  The gnome drew back from the hug, his coat and cloak quite thoroughly stained with the grease from Aly's tank top, though he hardly seemed perturbed.  "Hold down the fort while I'm gone?"

	Aly smiled brightly.  "Always!" she assured him, briefly hugging him again, this time pressing her body even harder into him.  "For good luck!"

	"And an even better demonstration," he returned, reluctantly breaking the hug to plant a tender kiss on his daughter's forehead before turning away.

	The aging Fizzer had quite the spring in his step as he exited his modest, mechanized hut.  Much of his self-built home was actually underground, but topside it looked no bigger than a tauren tent.  From within the many folds of his simple cloak he produced a small box with over a dozen buttons upon it, and with a single press, a hatch in the ground opened as a thrumming Mekgineer's Chopper rolled out.  The motorcycle's engine hummed with life as the small gnome mounted it, and with a maniacal laugh he shot off across Dun Morogh to make a beeline for Ironforge, determined to win his spot amongst the revered society with his latest invention.

	The road was rather long and winding, but soon enough he found himself in the Gnomish quarter of the dwarven city.  A few waves here and there and he caught sight of his contact, who in turn performed a series of hand gestures that only an invited gnome would understand.  Naturally, Fizzer responded as expected, and the two of them disappeared down a hidden hatch that blended in perfectly with the metal floor.  Down, down, down they traveled until they strode into a wide open, dimly-lit dome.  The gnome who'd escorted Fizzer in seemed to disappear through another hidden passage, leaving him to stand alone before five completely cloaked, but clearly gnomish individuals due to their size, all seated atop lavishly-decorated thrones upon a three-foot-tall rise.  Something about them seemed particularly off, however, as all five had rather sizable, strange looking humps out in front of their legs, each practically the size of another gnome.  Occasionally one hump would shift a bit, though none appeared to make any noise.  Fizzer swallowed hard but remained silent, knowing full well it was best to wait for them to address him first.

	Several long, testing moments of silence ensued before the hidden gnome at the council's center spoke.  "Tinkerer Fizzer Sparkworth, father of Alyseira Sparkworth, yes?"  His voice was rather deep for a gnome's but still contained the slightest squeak during certain vowels.

	Fizzer puffed out his chest and shot them a confident grin.  "That's me!  I've come to you all with a revolutionary invention to offer!"

	The center gnome looked Fizzer up and down, clearly lingering on the deep grease stains.  "And that would be...?"

	Fizzer's grin widened as he grandly threw down his cloak, and with a single swipe of one hand, the grease on his tunic splashed to the floor like gelatin!  "Fizzer Fabric!  Never stains, never soils!  Just a wipe of the hand and boom!  Clean as a whistle!"  The clever gnome quickly wiped away the rest of the grease, leaving the tunic as shining and pristine as the day it was first sewn.  "Every engineer in Azeroth's gonna want one of these babies, even soldiers who have to wade through swamps and bogs alike!"

	The five hooded figures appeared to turn toward one-another, though if they said anything Fizzer couldn't hear it.  It sure looked like they were talking though.  After a few minutes of this, the five hoods turned back in his direction, and simultaneously the gnomes pulled the hoods back.  To Fizzer's surprise, he didn't recognize a single one of them.  The center one, clearly the leader, had snow white hair combed neatly back, with a matching handlebar moustache.  The others all had their own distinctive features, though none of the others seemed to have anything to say.  "You stand before High Gnomason Pobbletock."  the white-haired one echoed as he looked down at Fizzer stoically.  "A brilliant invention, tinkerer.  We have been watching your works for some time now, and after some deliberation we have agreed to permit you a chance at the entry trial."  Fizzer's eyes lit up, but before he could respond, the leader continued.  "As soon as you choose to accept, you may not back out.  If you fail or decline, we will be forced to wipe your memory of any and all interactions with the council of Gnomasons.  We must keep our secrets guarded, you understand."

	Fizzer swallowed again, but quickly nodded.  "I understand, sir!"

	A brief pause as the leader looked to his comrades.  "Very well.  What we are about to show you is something each member has witnessed before their trial, and it is something you must achieve at all costs should you wish to join us."  As if practiced many times, the five members rose from their thrones and flung their robes to the floor.  Three of the others were male, and at their feet knelt younger female gnomes, each one lovingly suckling and fondling the males' erect manhoods.  The fourth was a female, and even she had a younger male gnome frantically lapping away between her legs.  Not a one of them wore so much as a stitch of clothing.  The leader's female, however, was doing a practical hand stand as her rounded rump jiggled, bouncing back and forth along his own manhood.  This little show had clearly been practiced, and as the robes fell away the sounds of moans and gasps flooded the underground dome.  Apparently Fizzer Fabric wasn't the only engineered clothing ever produced.  Once again, their leader piped up, his voice even and calm despite the female before him.  "This is our most well-kept secret, and the most intensive requirement to join our ranks.  We value our lucrative inventions, yes, but one of our long-standing practices has been that of seduction exclusively among our blood kin... without the intervention of invention."

	Fizzer's eyes were as wide as saucers, his jaw dropping in shock.  "I-incest, sir?"

	"Indeed," Master Pobbletock returned.  A snap of his fingers and the female gnome hopped off of his length, standing up to press a deep kiss to his lips.  The kiss broke as he began to speak again.  "This is my beloved daughter, Mistress Zinnia Pobbletock.  For the past fifty years we have been together, and we pride our relationship as a pristine example of what every Gnomason should have.  It is this pure love that drives us to invent and fund our underground ventures, and without her the Gnomasons would not exist."  It should be noted that gnomes can live up to 450 years, and adulthood, while respected starting at eighteen, isn't fully recognized until 40.  Zinnia still looked quite youthful, even if her father's hair had already gone white.

	"I-I-I see," Fizzer stammered, his cheeks a bright red.  "W-what of your w-wives?  H-husbands?"

	Zinnia kissed her father once more, proudly standing with her hands on her hips to address Fizzer herself.  "My mother passed away a few years after I was born, unfortunately," she squeaked.  "Our missing mothers and fathers either died in the wars or of illness of some kind.  Your wife died of sickness, yes?"

	"Several years ago," Fizzer admitted with a nod.

	"We are not advocates of cheating," she assured him in a gentle tone, shifting to cling to her father's side.  "We promote love, not hate, and we do not extend invitations to those without a son or daughter befitting their preferences.  Like daddy said, we've been watching you, and we think you and Alyseira would make a wonderful addition to our society... if you two become mates, of course."  Master Pobbletock simply nodded along with every word.

	Fizzer was completely blown away.  He had not expected something so utterly lewd as a requirement, but at the same time... somewhere in the back of his mind, he couldn't help but feel at least a little intrigued.  He'd been pining to join the society from the moment he'd heard of their existence, but would membership be worth such a price?  "There is... no other way?"

	Master Pobbletock shook his head.  "None.  We all had to do it, and our numbers near a hundred in all, at least of the gnomes."  A slight smile crossed the master's face as he sized Fizzer up and down once more.  "You strike me as a decent gnome, Fizzer.  We will grant you a week's grace period to think it over, so long as you do not speak a word of this to another soul.  We will know if you do, and I need not speak the consequences for it.  I should mention, however, that we have never had a member fail our test.  Take your leave, and return to us within a week, preferably with your new mate in tow.  That is all."  With that, the five masters' mates left to scoop up their robes, the deafening fabric shrouding their forms once more before the five filed away into the unknown behind the rise, leaving Fizzer to stand alone, overwhelmed by shock.

	The ride home was much less filled with utter glee, rather the adult male had to sort through his thoughts quite thoroughly.  Indeed, he couldn't deny that he loved his little Aly more than anyone or anything, and despite her remaining in his home she had recently become of age to make her own decisions regarding a mate.  Truthfully she seemed to take more of a liking for her inventions than boys, though Fizzer had been more than respectful of her private life even in her younger years.  Sure, he'd had his own thoughts about females since his wife's passing, but his own daughter?  She was as beautiful as gnomes came, indeed, but thinking of her in such a way....

	The elder gnome snapped out of his reverie as he cut the engine on his chopper.  The self-parking motorcycle drove back into its garage as Fizzer entered his home, his head much heavier than before.  The elevator took him into the common room of his home, where he haphazardly tossed his cloak to the floor and plopped into his recliner.  "Aly, I'm home!"

	A high-pitched squeak of surprise echoed from Aly's room, followed by the noisy sounds of quick stumbling.  The elder gnome cocked a curious eyebrow toward her mechanized door, but after a few moments of silence it creaked open, and out popped just Aly's head with exceptionally flushed cheeks.  "H-how'd it go, dad?"

	"Okay, I guess."  Fizzer's head tilted sideways.  You okay in there, sweetheart?

	Aly looked even more flustered.  "Oh!  Um, yeah, just some inventions going a little haywire.  Can you gimme a moment?"

	Now, considering Fizzer had just been invited to be part of an esteemed group of clever gnomes, he was clearly an ever-watchful and acute member of his race.  The gears in his head were ever-turning, and with a deep breath, words came out of his mouth that he'd never expected.  "I'm coming in.  I hope you haven't put another hole in your wall again."

	Aly's eyes went wider than ever, and in the blink of an eye her pink pigtails disappeared from sight, followed by another series of shuffles and grunts as Fizzer neared her door.  The elder gnome boldly flung the door open.  Her room had always been messy -the hazard of being an inventor- but in that brief moment Aly had had just enough time to throw a blanket around herself, leaving her looking as a sort of wrapped burrito atop her quite messy bed.  Her bare feet wiggled from the open end of the sheets, leaving him more than enough clues to figure out what had been going on.  Her cheeks burned hotly as she stared at her father, stammering out a barely audible, "S-s-sorry, dad...."

	Fizzer ever-so-calmly shook his head.  "There's nothing to be sorry about, darling.  You're old enough to do as you please," he said knowingly.

	This simply made Aly blush all the more.  "Y-you're not mad?"

	"Only that you hid from me," he added with a three-noted chuckle.  "Honestly, Aly, we should be able to trust each other better than that, hmm?  I say we make an open door policy in the house.  As in, no more closed doors.  Period."

	Aly stared at her father in shock... at least until her burrito's balance tipped and she ended up rolling onto her face.  "Do I have to?" she asked, albeit the covers heavily muffled her words.

	"I think it'll be good for us," Fizzer reassured her confidently.  He quickly turned to her intricate door and opened it as far as go, the mechanisms activating to lock it in place against the wall.  "There!  Sorry to bother you sweetie.  I should go get started on dinner.  You might wanna get some of this cleaned up."  And that was that.  Fizzer disappeared from sight down the hall.

	Aly panted heavily as she shock of her father's brazen appearance wore off.  She waited many long moments, listening to ensure he wouldn't come back, before falling out of her blanket wrap.  She'd been in the midst of a rather intimate session with herself, and in the throes of her own excitement she'd completely lost track of time.  The genius inventor pulled a little vibrator of her own invention out from between her legs and switched it off with a sigh of relief, her mind still reeling with surprise, the haze of post-climax, and confusion at the new little rule.  Regrettably, she knew it meant she wouldn't get another chance to use her favorite toy in quite a while.

<Monday>

	The morning sun didn't reach the gnomish pair from their underground rooms, though the both of them had quite well-attuned inner clocks.  Every morning, Aly was the first to wake, and she knew well that her father wouldn't wake for another hour or more.  The lax schedule was a wondrous perk for the both of them working from home.

	Aly quickly switched on the light next to her bed, and as usual her hand dipped into a drawer in her nightstand... but a glance up at her open doorway changed her mind.  Was it worth the risk?  What if her father caught her?  Even if it was her morning ritual, the safety of a closed door had made it easy to justify.  Without it... she had to wonder why her father would make such a rule.  Did he know about her frequent habits?  Did he think she was doing it too much?  If he didn't know, what would he gain from stopping her?  In truth, it was the only thing she really hid from him.  He was always the first to see a new blueprint she'd drawn up, and he'd even helped her patent a majority of her inventions, so he clearly wasn't out to steal anything from her.  He didn't seem overly different after meeting the Gnomasons, but he'd been quite quiet about the subject at dinner the night before.

	Come to think of it, did he intend to follow the rule himself?

	All these thoughts shot through her mind in the span of a few seconds.  Masturbation was about the only way she knew to calm herself and think clearly throughout the day, and if she couldn't do that she knew she was going to get antsy quickly.  This, coupled with the faintest hint of curiosity, caused her to hop out of her bed and ever-so-quietly tiptoe out into the hallway.

	Her father's door was only two doors down from her own, the center one being that of the bathroom.  Indeed, both doors had been locked open wide, which caused her to inhale rather sharply, albeit quietly.  She hadn't bothered her father in his sleep in many years, but she couldn't help but at least peer around the corner of his doorway.

	The elder gnome appeared fast asleep on his back, his head turned toward the door as he breathed evenly.  His faded pink hair was askew every which way... as were his covers.  Aly's eyes widened as she saw her own father in the nude for the first time, and to her surprise the male gnome had kept himself in rather decent shape over the years.  He wasn't the warrior he used to be, save for his scars, but he was incredibly easy on the eyes from his toned, thinly-haired arms and legs to his rising and falling chest.  More than that, however, was the sizeable manhood that stood nearly vertical into the air with a slight curve to his right.

	This was the first time Aly had ever seen such a sight in person, though she'd certainly seen enough through the wonders of the gnomernet since she'd learned how to use it.  She stood roughly three feet from the sight, and even though it was her own father's she couldn't help but wonder about the fascinating sight.  What did it feel like?  Smell?  Did it taste good?  The curious gnome was overwhelmed by curiosity, and as a result she couldn't tear her eyes from the sight for many, many silent moments.

	"Good morning, sweetie," Fizzer's voice suddenly cut through the silence like a gentle knife.  Aly squeaked in shock as she looked to see her father's eyes half-open, looking directly at her.  "Is something wrong?" he asked as innocently as could be.

	Aly shook her head sharply.  "N-nope, nope, not at all dad!  Um... I... uh, gotta go get breakfast started," she said rapidly before turning tail and fleeing down the hall as fast as her little feet would carry her.  It wasn't until she was in the kitchen that she caught her breath, a mixture of shock, confusion, and sheer lustful excitement starting an all-out war in her mind.

	It was all she could think about for the rest of the day, though she did well to hide it from her father.

<Tuesday>

	Every night, Fizzer had to walk past his daughter's room to reach his own, and once upon a time it had been a ritual to give her a kiss good night, followed by a gentle tuck-in.  This habit had died in her teenage years, and every night since her door had been closed by the time he'd passed it.  Sunday night, however, her wide open doorway had shown her with her back turned, sleeping soundly in her bed.  He'd stayed and watched her for some time, but had failed to work up the courage to do anything more.  Of course, he'd intentionally neglected both clothing and covers alike upon going to bed, and he was quietly overjoyed that he'd caught her peeping on him Monday morning.  His mind had lingered on it that entire day as well, though yet again Monday night he'd stayed and watched her sleep with her back turned to him for a good while before retiring himself.

	Tuesday morning, he awoke a bit later than he had before, and to his quiet dismay there was no sign of Aly.  In truth, just a couple nights of cloth-less sleep had made him quite comfortable without them, and without skipping a beat he hopped out of bed and walked into the hall without a stitch on him.  Over to the bathroom he went, taking care of some brief business before switching on a special shower head of his own invention and stepping behind the translucent, plastic curtain.

	The new morning had begun with Aly already as befuddled as ever.  To her surprise, she'd once again peered into her father's open door, but she dared not linger long this time.  As soon as she'd gotten the eyeful she'd wanted, the pink-haired gnome had fled back to her room, hoping to have a few moments of safe peace to satisfy her craving.  The second the shower turned on, however, she knew it was too risky to try it, and with a frustrated groan she fumped her head into her pillow, grumpily stowing her toy once more.

	It was rare for her father to get to the bathroom before she did, and in return her own body decided it didn't want to wait for him to finish in order to take care of its own business.  Her long, pink hair was in tangles as she walked out of her room in a long nightshirt and over to the open bathroom doorway, and putting business before etiquette she wordlessly sat herself down on the porcelain throne.

	The plastic curtain was mere inches from the seat, and behind it the naked gnome continued to scrub himself as if nothing were amiss.  "Morning, sweetheart.  Sleep well?" he echoed as he began to hum a carefree tune.

	"It was okay," she remarked, her cheeks flushed as she finished her business and padded over to the sink.  Her gaze became transfixed with the blurred silhouette of her father's naked body, the outline of his hanging manhood surprisingly clear to her inquisitive eye.  "Y-you?"

	Suddenly the water cut out, the shower curtain opening wide to reveal the naked, elder gnome.  "It was alright.  Might need to turn the heat up though with winter coming," he remarked nonchalantly.  Fizzer was about a head taller than his daughter as he walked over to stand next to her before a sizeable mirror, drying himself off with a nearby towel bit by bit.  "Has your room been chilly?"

	"N-no," she eked out, struggling to keep her eyes off of him and at the mirror... though even the mirror was filled with his naked upper body, and even that made her thighs suddenly feel far less dry than before.

	"Well, I think it's going up.  I'm still getting used to this, y'know?" he remarked as he finished drying himself, his manhood appearing roughly half-erect, likely the remnant of his morning wood.  Or perhaps it was the thin, white nightshirt that left little to the imagination upon Aly's small frame that did it.

	"Mhmm," was all she could muster, her eyes glued to the mirror as Fizzer turned away and walked back out of the bathroom and out of sight.  The female gnome was practically screaming in frustration inside.  She couldn't believe the feelings she was entertaining about her own father, and more than that she still couldn't do anything to satisfy them.  It was sheer torture.

<Wednesday>

	Tuesday night had gone without incident, though as Fizzer looked in on Aly, the younger gnome was tossing and turning in her apparent sleep.  In the back of his mind, the cunning gnome knew it was only a matter of time before she'd give in, and he firmly believed his newfound exhibitionism was having the desired effect.

	Wednesday morning, Aly snuck back out of her bed in the wee hours to once again get a glimpse of her naked father, and yet again she was cut off by the sound of the shower before she could do anything about it.  She just couldn't win, but that heated tension inside her was only growing stronger.  Another post-shower chat occurred, Fizzer still in the nude, though throughout the day he remained lightly dressed throughout the house.  He never seemed to have any trips planned, he always seemed within earshot of her room, and he was always on her mind.  This clearly wouldn't go away without some help, but would she dare to risk it?  Did her sanity depend on it?  She hadn't made an ounce of progress on her inventions since she'd first caught sight of him, and she was quickly growing more desperate by the hour.

	The day passed without much incident.  Aly often stayed in her room save for meals, though the usual gears and whirrs did not fill the house per her usual inventing.  Fizzer tried to keep himself focused on his own inventions as well, but he knew his seductions required much stronger attentions from the aging gnome.  More Fizzer Fabric wouldn't get him anywhere with the esteemed society, and in truth he found himself admiring how beautiful Alyseira was every time he passed her.  Despite her short stature, the teenage gnome had been gifted with beautiful curves, and if it wasn't her hefty chest that caught his eye, it was her surprisingly impressive backside.  Even her pink pigtails seemed more inviting than he'd recalled, and he always felt blessed whenever he caught sight of her wearing white.

	Day shifted back into night, and soon after supper Aly was back in her room, her mind still unable to focus on her work.  She hadn't gone so long without masturbating since before she knew how to do it, and she almost felt that even the slightest touch might set her off.

	She had no choice.  She couldn't hold back any longer.

	Aly bit her lip as she looked to the open doorway.  She dared not risk a toy -its hum might draw him quicker- so as quiet as could be she stripped herself down to a nightshirt, flung herself onto her belly under her covers, and began to run her fingers swiftly over her own nethers.  She forced her face into her own pillow as her eyes slid shut, hoping to muffle any noisy moans as intense warmth began to flood her entire, small body.  Her bottom helplessly arched into the air as two fingers ran back and forth over her clit as fast as could be, while her open hand's fingers drifted toward her backdoor to prod and tease the pucker just as fervently.  Within but a few moments her breathing grew ragged, and she shoved herself into her pillow all the harder in an attempt to quiet a leaked moan of pleasure.  Faster and faster her fingers went until the sudden, sharp lightning bolt of climax ripped through her little body, sending her into a pile of quivers as moan after moan flooded her pillow.  There was no hope to keep the covers over her shaking body, and it wasn't until the last wave of pleasure washed over her that she realized she laid nude upon her bed, right out in the open.

	Heavy panting filled the room as she turned her head to one side, her eyes weakly opening as that satisfying relief quenched her lustful fires... only to see Fizzer standing in her doorway, arms crossed, eyes firmly transfixed upon her naked form.  "I told you you didn't need to hide anything from me.  That wasn't so bad, was it?"

	Aly's cheeks burned hot with a mixture of embarrassment and... was it excitement?  Her arched bottom fell sharply to her bed, her body weak and spent from her powerful orgasm.  "S-s-s-s-sorry," she squeaked out weakly.

	"Now now, there's nothing to be sorry about," he added, the bold gnome padding over to her bed to take a seat at its edge, one hand gently coming to rest on her naked shoulder.  "I just want us to trust each other, you know?  You're growing up so fast, and it's normal to do that when you need to."

	Aly swallowed hard, slowly rolling onto her back to look up at him, inherently granting her a pristine view of her naked chest in all its bountiful glory.  "Okay... I... I appreciate that, daddy," she suddenly echoed, followed by another squeak of surprise as both of her hands clapped over her mouth.  She hadn't called him 'daddy' in years.

	Fizzer smiled all the more warmly and leaned in to softly kiss her forehead.  "Have a good night, sweetie.  I love you," he cooed, reaching out for her covers to pull them over her bare body.  "Sleep well, and sweet dreams," he added before getting up and heading back for her door.

	Aly still didn't quite understand what had happened, but she couldn't hold back her own response of, "Good night, daddy, I love you too.  See you in the morning."

	Fizzer gave her a brief wave before disappearing from sight, a devious, satisfied smile crossing his face.

<Thursday>

	It was mere moments later that the exhausted Aly utterly passed out.  She slept much better that night than she had the past few days, and when she finally awoke, she found she'd kicked off her own covers in the night and was completely naked herself.  In truth, she found the feeling of the covers on her bare skin much more sublime than her usual nightshirt, and in that moment she decided she'd try continuing the trend when chance permitted.

	Her mind was not so fixated on her father as it had been before, yet still he was ever-present in her thoughts throughout the day.  He seemed far more... relaxed than he used to, and this day in particular he'd pass by her room wearing only a pair of shorts or sweatpants, neglecting a shirt.  This was quite rare for him, but he seemed comfortable nonetheless in her eyes.  She couldn't help but entertain the thought herself, though just as she did so, a little robot she'd been tinkering with suddenly began to crackle.  A soft boom, followed by a spray of oil doused the poor inventor, leaving her coughing harshly at her desk.

	Despite how common this was, Fizzer was quick to act on any opportunity to chat with his daughter.  Down the hall he darted, skidding to a halt before her room to find Aly drenched from head to toe in black oil, her once-white tank top soaked through with the liquid.  In the brief moment he had to take the sight in, he was surprised to find she'd neglected a brassiere that morning, unlike usual.  "Sweetie, are you alright?" he squeaked and took a few steps closer.

	Aly coughed and sputtered as her father patted her on the back.  "Yeah, I'm fine.  Just a bit messy," she assured him, her eyes turning down in disgust at her sullied state.  "Ugh, daddy, you think you could take care of these for me, please?" she asked, and before he could respond the pink-haired gnome pulled the tank top right up and over her head, soon followed by her shorts, leaving her fully nude before him as she handed over her oil-stained clothes.  "I think I need a shower before I can continue," she added before suddenly hopping out of the room toward the bathroom.

	The surprising sight left Fizzer stunned.  Was she truly so comfortable already?  The image of her bare body burned itself into his mind, and in his shock he looked down at the drenched clothes, put a hand to them, and swiped.  The oil splashed onto the floor, leaving the fabric as white as before.  
Fizzer Fabric.  What on earth would she have needed him to wash them for?

<Friday>

	Aly had taken a rather long shower after her incident, however she'd spent a good portion of that time with her hand planted firmly between her thighs.  Most of her embarrassment had faded, replaced by excitement from the sudden exhibitionism before her own father.  She'd begun to watch his own gaze whenever she was around, and she knew he was watching her more intently than he used to.  In truth, to her own surprise, Aly found she loved it.  She'd never gotten such attentions from a male before, and she couldn't help but be at least a little flattered that her own father had taken such an intimate interest in her.  It's not as if he'd forced her into anything.  The only rule he'd imposed was open doors, and everything else had just... happened.  She didn't feel he'd abused her trust or taken advantage of her, rather simply sparked a most intimate and taboo interest inside of her, and she couldn't get it out of her mind.

	Thursday night she'd once again risked another masturbation session in her room, and halfway through she'd glanced over at her door to see her father watching her yet again.  She continued without shame or fear, and as she finished he yet again walked over and tucked her in as if it were the most normal thing in the world, leaving her be.  As much as she enjoyed such a kind gesture, she found herself wanting... more.

	Friday morning she awoke early, having once again slept in the nude.  Quietly she hopped out of bed and walked back to her father's room, boldly peeping in to find him sleeping naked himself, though his manhood laid flaccid between his short legs.

	Aly swallowed hard, and with a deep breath the naked gnome quietly tiptoed over to her sleeping father.  One of her small hands reached out to him, her fingers softly curling around the base of his manhood to give it a light squeeze.  It was far softer and warmer than she'd expected, and that small gesture was enough to cause the length to twitch to life just a bit.  Another deep breath steadied her as the curious gnome began to gently stroke the curious appendage, each pass from head to base causing it to grow harder and warmer until it stood nearly vertical once more.  Her large eyes widened as its head hovered mere inches from her lips, a small droplet of translucent precum forming at its tip.  To her own surprise, her tongue flicked out, gently making a single pass over the head before retreating.  The droplet tasted mildly salty, but with a tinge of strange sweetness to it.

	"Mmph, good morning, Aly," Fizzer's voice cut the silence yet again.  "Or am I still dreaming?"

	Aly squeaked sharply, squeezing his manhood once more before prying her fingers away from it.  "Y-you're dreaming!" was all she could muster before tumbling back out of the room, her curves bouncing deliciously out of sight to Fizzer's trained eye.

	She was getting bolder.  It was time he got bolder himself.

* * * * *

	The rest of the day was spent normally, though it was clear Aly was having difficulty looking Fizzer in the eye.  Still, he acted normal as ever, and after dinner he began to clean up as Aly retreated to her room, as usual.  He only had that night and the morrow to complete his task, and as far as he'd come, he couldn't afford to fail now.

	Aly fled to her room with flushed cheeks, knowing her father would be by to watch her nightly session with herself before too long.  What was she doing?  She knew she liked it, really.  He was always so gentle when he tucked her in, and some part of her loved knowing he was watching her doing something so intimate.  Still, the last bit of resistance in her mind seemed to stop her.  She had to know for sure she wasn't going crazy, and it didn't feel right to advance on him again without him reciprocating, somehow.  A little plan of her own began to take shape, and as per usual she relieved herself of her clothing, this time instead pulling up her covers and ignoring the urge to masturbate.  Her eyes closed as she struggled to find some semblance of sleep.

	Not fifteen minutes later, Fizzer appeared in her open doorway to find Aly laying on her back, eyes closed with her hefty chest rising and falling rhythmically.  Covers remained up to her neck, though Fizzer clearly caught sight of her clothes on the floor.  He'd assumed her sleeping in the nude was a product of her masturbation habits, but surely she hadn't gotten off so quickly that night, had she?

	There was only one way to find out.

	As gently as he could, Fizzer stepped further into Aly's room until he was practically hovering over her sleeping form.  His nimble fingers slowly took hold of her sheets, and inch by inch he peeled back the obscuring fabric.  Her arms were flung over her head, her mouth hanging open just a bit at she slept.  Her upraised arms led down to her bare shoulders and slender neck as they were exposed, soon followed by her impressive bosom as it came into view.  Truly, Fizzer found himself entranced by his own daughter's impressive breasts, and he had to freeze for several long moments simply to admire them.  Her areolae were quite expansive as well, and both of her nipples appeared to stiffen as they were exposed to the open air of the room.  Further downward went the covers, her small, gently rounded belly coming into view, followed shortly by a small, thick patch of pink-colored hair between her spread legs.  Such a beautiful trail led down to a neat little slit, her nether lips seeming at ease between her small, plump thighs.

	Fizzer inhaled gently as he absorbed the marvelous sight.  The Gnomasons were far from his mind as he let go of her covers, one hand gently cupping her soft cheek as he gazed down upon her.  Her skin felt so incredibly soft to the touch, and ever-so-slowly his fingertips trailed down her neck and shoulder, inching their way gracefully up and over her curves.  Every so often he'd glance back to her serene expression to assure she continued to sleep as he cautiously explored her naked body, and indeed she seemed to be a heavier sleeper than he thought as one hand's widespread fingers came down over her right nipple.  His small hand could hardly cup even a quarter of his daughter's impressive breast, and a shaky exhale left him as he felt his loose nightshorts tighten in excitement.  All four fingers converged to tenderly pinch and tweak her nipple, the gentle gesture prompting an unconscious moan from the female gnome.  Her eyes remained shut nonetheless, and with curiosity in overdrive, Fizzer's free hand trailed its way down and over her belly to flatten his palm against her small mound of pubic hair, both hands beginning a gentle series of squeezes and caresses over her intimate bits.

	From the first touch on, Aly began to let out a subconscious stream of pleasurable moans.  Her back arched just a touch as her father squeezed her breast again, her hips wiggled back and forth as two fingers began to softly spread her nether lips.  It was clear that Fizzer had not forgotten how to properly romance a woman, and those instinctual cues came rushing back to him as he touched and teased his sleeping daughter.  His own eyes were wide, his mouth open slightly as his bulge grew painful beneath his shorts, all the while relentlessly ravishing her small body with his nimble hands.  Her nether lips soon began to grow wetter and wetter, the slickness coating his fingertips, much to his delight.  He'd come so far, he couldn't stop now, and with a deep breath, one of his fingers pressed ever-so-gently against her slicked quim, the gentle pressure increasing little by little until his fingertip just barely began to penetrate her.

	It was more than Alysiera could handle.  Even in her sleep, the gnome bit her lip and furrowed her brow, her back suddenly arching as a subconscious climax washed over her small body.  A long moan left her plump lips, her hands clawing at the pillows as her hips shook gently, her nectar pooling on the bed and coating her father's fingers.  In a surprising, instinctual burst, Fizzer shot downward, his lips suddenly pressing against hers in a deep kiss, causing another series of pleasurable spasms to rack her young body.  Even in her sleep, Aly kissed back, moaning into her father's mouth as nothing but pleasure could be felt.  As the kiss broke, her ragged breathing began to slow once more, her unconscious form slowly rolling itself to one side away from him, clearly spent.  Nectar continued to trickle down her thigh and onto the bed, but the gesture was punctuated by a final, clearly happy sigh from the sleeping beauty.

	Fizzer could hardly control his own breathing, the bulge in his shorts leaking his own nectar as he watched her roll over, eyes lustfully fixed upon her wide bottom.  Another sigh escaped him as he reached for her covers, pulling them back up over her to tuck her back in as he made for his own room for the night.

	It took him a good climax or two to get to sleep himself.

<Saturday>

	Aly awoke the next morning with a smile on her lips.  She'd had the most wonderful dream that night, imagining her father next to her doing some incredibly naughty things.  Such a dream seemed to have put her at a wonderful, peaceful ease, and as she pulled back the covers she wasn't surprised to find a dried patch of her own nectar atop the bed and between her legs.  She hadn't remembered the last time she'd had such a wonderfully naughty dream, though she couldn't help but feel the urge to have that kind of pleasure yet again.

	Without shame or inhibition, Aly hopped out of bed in the nude and made for the bathroom, taking care of her business quickly before returning to her own room, hopping back onto her bed, and reaching for her toy.  She wasn't quite ready to get up just yet, and it would seem her fiery lust was rather insatiable this morning.

	Of course, just as she went for her drawer, Fizzer's voice rang out from the doorway.  "Morning, sweetie.  Sleep well?"  The elder gnome was once again in the nude, though it hardly seemed surprising that he stepped so far into her room without a stitch of clothing this time around.  His manhood was even half-erect, and it was clearly growing harder as his eyes fell upon her curvaceous form.

	Aly did not hide from him, rather she slowly drew away from the drawer to lay back onto her bed, her upper body propped against the headboard.  "Morning, daddy," she returned to him in a soft tone.  "Oh I had the most wonderful dream last night, and I slept like a rock."

	"Did you now?" he asked gently, continuing to step closer until he stood at the foot of her bed, his manhood hovering above her bed sheets.  "Care to share?"

	A shy smile crossed her face, the briefest flush of red flitting over her cheeks.  "Well... it was about you, daddy.  You were really close to me, and you were touching me, and kissing me, and... I really, really liked it."

	A warm smile crossed Fizzer's face, the aging gnome slowly kneeling on the end of her bed.  "Oh my.  That sounds... quite exciting, really."

	"It was," she admitted, her knees drawn upward with her legs playfully closed.  Both of her hands reached out to take hold of the headboard.  "Have... have you ever had dreams like that before daddy?  About... me?"

	"Maybe," he admitted as he edged closer and closer to her, his eyes fixed upon her own.  "Maybe I... took part in one, even.  Maybe after all this time, I've realized how beautiful you've become, how much you've grown... how much I really love you."  Closer and closer he came, both of his hands gently coming to rest upon her bare shoulders, his face mere inches from her own.  "Maybe... maybe you've just become impossible to resist."

	Aly's cheeks burned red hot, yet she returned his smile genuinely.  "I love you, daddy... I can't stop thinking about you lately... I... I want you so ba-"  Her words were cut off as her father pressed forward, pulling her into a deep, passionate kiss as his arms wrapped around behind her.  His body fell forward into hers, skin pressing against skin as the two gnomes succumbed to their lustful desires.  Aly clung tight to the headboard as her and her father shared kiss after powerful kiss, his hands leaving her neck to roam her naked body with reckless abandon.  His girthy manhood pressed flatly to her soft belly, the sensation drawing groans of delight from the aging gnome.  Fizzer almost couldn't believe what was happening, or at least the old Fizzer wouldn't have.  Now, he couldn't picture anything less than being with his very own daughter.

	Aly moaned loudly into each kiss, her back arching to press her hefty chest into her father, her nipples grazing his lightly haired pectorals to send shudders of delight down her spine.  She could feel his manhood down below, and with each shift she silently begged him to just put it inside her.  Every touch he'd placed upon her body the night before came rushing back to her, and within moments her thighs and nether lips were drenched with her own nectar in anticipation for him.

	Fizzer's lust was equally in overdrive, groans and whispers of love and desire for Alyseira leaving his lips like a flowing river as he took her.  His hands steadily traced their way down to her hips, taking a firm hold as his lower body readjusted.  The rounded head of his manhood, slicked with his precum, found itself pressed tenderly against her soaked folds.  The stream of kisses broke as he drew back to look her in the eye.  Without a word, Aly simply nodded, and as his hips thrusted forward, she threw her arms around his neck to cling to him for dear life, a loud, long moan escaping her as she felt her father's cock penetrate her aching pussy.

	Fizzer's eyes screwed shut as his daughter's incredible tightness surrounded his most intimate tool.  Warmth and wetness sent shocks of pleasure through his body, and the seasoned gnome was quick to draw himself back, only to slowly thrust just the first couple inches of himself back between her legs.  This quickly turned into a swift rhythm, but the shallow penetration was merely a tease to the tenacious, pink-haired gnome.  Her moans grew even louder nonetheless, but she knew there was so much more to come.  "Oh daddy... harder daddy... fuck me harder!" she whispered hungrily into his ear.

	"Oh baby girl..." he cooed back, his hips bucking forward to push a few more inches inside her, prompting an even louder moan from his loving daughter.  A new rhythm overtook the pair, again and again sinking himself in and out of her, the both of them taking part in the most delicious and taboo pleasure of their lives.  Neither gnome wanted to let go of the other.  Neither could take their eyes off the other.  Father and daughter truly became lost in each others' bodies as Fizzer tenderly ravished the lustful Aly.  Her bed groaned beneath their combined weight as the pair writhed and rocked in tandem, the minutes passing by without acknowledgement or care by either of them.  Every so often, Aly would moan even louder, her body sent into spasms as her pussy clung tight to her father's cock, though such a climax would only last a minute before the two were back at it.

	Fizzer did his best to hold out, but the elder gnome could only do so much.  "Aly... I'm gonna...!" he eked out.

	"Cum in me... daddy... please!" she begged him with a high-pitched moan, clinging to him as tight as could be.

	Her father grunted hard as his hips thrusted forward, his cock disappearing inside her as his balls smacked against her ass, the sensations followed shortly by a heated eruption of the gnome's cum deep inside his daughter's virgin nethers.  Burst after burst flooded her from the inside, the remnants leaking out in a small stream to pool on her bed.  Fizzer shook hard atop her as he struggled to stay aloft, but soon enough he couldn't help but topple onto her, convulsing in pure pleasure.  He was spent.

	Aly moaned and giggled beneath him as she clung to him, her own hands exploring his body as he struggled to recover his motor functions.  Of course, the second he did, she was more than willing to divulge her newfound plans for the day.

	Neither gnome rarely left Alyseira's room that day.

<Sunday>

	The five gnomes once again stood atop their rise, their occasionally-shifting bulges apparently still hard at work.  Their hoods were down this time, however, as none felt the need to hide themselves from Fizzer.  The council had to wait only a few minutes for the tinker to arrive, this time carrying a box nearly as large as himself before him.

	The gnomes looked down at him in confusion as he sat the box down, Master Pobbletock piping up first.  "Don't tell me you've simply brought another invention to us, Fizzer."

	Fizzer grinned deviously up at the gnomes.  "Oh, but I have!  A most wondrous invention, actually, that Alyseira cooked up a while ago.  I think you'll all be most pleased to see it in action."

	The five gnomes exchanged skeptical glances before Pobbletock spoke again.  "You test our patience, Tinkerer.  You think to skirt the rules with another invention?"

	"Not exactly," he stated as he pulled a remote from his pocket.  "Better stay up there," he added before pressing a button.  All at once the box burst open, its walls shifting and changing form with a series of mechanical whirrs and rumbles.  

	From within the box sprung none other than Aly, proudly standing in the nude in all of her beautiful glory as the box behind her finished its transformation into that of a small, dentist-like chair.  "Behold!" she cried and pointed to the chair, shamelessly hopping into it and clicking a belt around her waist.  "Fire away, daddy!"

	Fizzer pressed another button, and all at once six mechanical arms sprung from the chair, four of which clamped around Aly's wrists and ankles, while the fifth and sixth held small, rubber pinchers which clamped down easily onto her nipples.  Aly moaned loudly at the gesture, her legs spread wide by the machine as the chair lowered to Fizzer's height, prompting another grin from the inventor.  "So, how much do you guys need to see before we've convinced you?"