<81> The morning sunlight streamed through the open window to cast warm rays of golden warmth across the pair of naked, half-covered bodies in bed. The modestly-furnished room wasn't much to look at, but it was more than enough for the father and daughter couple for the time being. The pale-skinned man was the first to stir, his muscular arm rising up to drape over his companion's shoulder as his eyes flitted open, soon followed by a warm smile as he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. "Mmh, sweetheart, we had best be getting up soon. Sheila and Sam will be expecting us." The woman, much younger than the man, slowly slid her own eyes open and yawned... before promptly rolling over. "Five more minutes, Daddy...." "Lara..." he returned in the most fatherly tone imaginable. "If we are late, you know they will not save us any fun." His weathered, five-fingered hand slid itself down his daughter's caramel-skinned shoulder and beyond, gliding gingerly over her heavy, right breast to give it a warm squeeze. Two of his fingers even focused in on her dark brown nipple, giving it just the slightest pinch. Lara squeaked in shock as her blue eyes shot open wide, followed by a giggle as she wormed her chubby body quickly around to face him. "Jerk!" she cried and thrusted her naked body against him, squishing tight to his toned abdomen as her dark lips mashed lovingly against his to drink deep of her father's kiss. Drew chuckled softly into their shared kiss as he pulled his dark-skinned daughter into a tighter embrace, clinging to her naked body for several long moments before slowly easing out of the kiss. "Forgive me. You know how those two get when we are late to things is all." The curvaceous woman huffed in exaggerated fashion and rolled back onto her back, each of her breasts following a half second behind her. "Yeah, yeah, you're not wrong." Another shift and she happily hopped to her feet. "I'm gonna go get changed. Meet in the kitchen in five?" "I will be there," Drew echoed with a smile, his eyes never leaving his daughter as she nonchalantly strode for the doorway. Lara glanced over her shoulder for a fleeting moment just before she was out the door, only to flash him a coy smile and give her long, dark, disheveled hair a brief flip. The light-skinned man was helpless to look away, and as she disappeared he could only lament that the couple had so little time. His morning wood throbbed painfully between his legs, and he only dared give it a fleeting squeeze before he got up to pull on a pair of baggy, pink-hued swim trunks. Apparently satisfied with the meager garb, the man threw a towel over one shoulder and strode out of his room, hesitating as he passed Lara's door upon hearing her grunt. "Sweetheart? You okay in there?" "Nngh! Um... care to lend a hand, Daddy?" she called back sheepishly. Drew slowly pushed open her door to find Lara standing with her back to him, looking up and down at herself in front of a head-to-toe mirror. A pair of vibrant blue bikini bottoms had granted her lower body a meager semblance of modesty, though the back portion of it was already riding up between the pillowy cheeks of her voluminous backside. Butt floss aside, it was apparent that Lara was in a heated battle with her top to get it in its proper place over her heavy chest. The second she'd get one blue triangle over her nipple, the other would spring right out the bottom of the other cup. "Hold on," he instructed gently as he stepped up behind her. Both hands quickly went to their skilled work in tugging the overall fabric downward little by little, his fingertips tracing delicately over her soft, sensitive orbs as the fabric gradually yielded to his touch. Lara did as she was instructed, though her blue eyes fixed themselves on the mirror to watch her father practically grope and tease her heavy breasts with the most tender care. She, too, lamented their lack of time that morning, but she couldn't deny the wonderful sensations that his touch alone racked her body with. When all was said and done, her bikini had found a tentative homeostasis in holding back her voluptuous curves, and she couldn't hide a slight, half-moan as her father's hands came to rest over her soft belly as he finished. "Thank you, Daddy," she muttered quietly, smiling as she tipped her head back to give him one last kiss. "Where on Azeroth would I be without you?" Drew visibly flinched at this and hesitated. "What?" Lara returned his quizzical look. "I... just said, 'Where in the world would I be without you?" "Yeah... yeah, um... let us go get a bite." * * * * * The swimsuit-clad couple quickly scarfed down a brief breakfast before scooping up a few towels and stepping out the front door. The rising sun had wonderfully warmed the quiet little suburb in the private reaches of the midwest, and neither of them thought much of holding hands as they walked the short distance to their neighbor's quaint home. The home itself was quite standard-looking, but next to it was a well-fenced-off yard where voices could already be heard conversing. As casually as could be, Drew unlatched and swung the gate open to usher Lara through. Beyond the gate was a modest, below-ground swimming pool composed of black-and-white tile. A few people were already in the water, but the rest were scattered about a smattering of tables and chairs beneath large umbrellas. The smell of grilling was already in the air, and quickly Lara turned to her father with a smile. "See you in a bit?" Drew chuckled and squeezed his daughter's shoulder. "I will join you shortly." Lara jumped in excitement and turned away to make a beeline for the pool. A giddy cry leapt from her lips as she launched herself into the air and made quite the splash of an entrance at its center. "Early as ever, huh?" a newcomer's voice echoed. Drew turned around to smile cheerfully at a tall, pale-skinned woman with long, slightly-graying hair that had been braided nearly all the way down her back. Her skin was mostly smooth, but a few lines upon her face betrayed her age to only the keenest eye. An orange-hued sundress adorned her lithe, thin frame, while its diving neckline left quite a bit for others to look at despite her minimal assets. "It's wonderful to see you two, as ever." Drew chuckled and gave the woman a friendly hug. "As if you do not see us daily, Sheila. You have our thanks in inviting us nonetheless. It is not often we see much of our other neighbors, as few as they may be." A thin smile adorned her face as she returned his embrace. "Well I always welcome the next chance I get to see you two. Sam was wondering when you'd arrive. He's already got your favorites on the grill," she added with a soft laugh. Drew glanced across the pool to take note of the dark-haired young man standing before the grill, who in turn waved cheerfully in Drew's direction with his spatula. He, too, clearly took good care of his toned, bare torso, and he appeared quite at ease in his own backyard wearing only beige swim trunks. Drew returned the wave happily and laughed in kind. "Well I shall look forward to it, but I think the water is calling me first." Sheila's gaze drifted toward the pool where Lara was lazing about on her back, inherently accentuating the fact that her drenched bikini was now fiercely clinging to her and showing off the prominent silhouettes of her covered nipples. "Mmh, among other things, eh?" Drew's cheeks flushed just a shade. "Says the lady shtupping the chef," he shot back with a half-grin. "To great satisfaction," she assured him and leaned past him to throw her son, Sam, a coy wink. The dark-haired male blushed in response, but still smiled at his mother as he winked back at her. "Go on, you dumb bull. Don't keep a lady waiting." "Dumb what?" Sheila tilted her head sideways curiously. "I didn't call you dumb. You know me better than [i]that[/i], hon." "S-sorry," Drew muttered, and sheepishly he turned away to head toward the pool. A slight gasp slipped from his lips as he sunk into the cool water, but once adjusted he found a quiet spot at the pool's far edge to observe his carefree daughter for a while longer. The one benefit of the water was that he had no fear of anyone catching on to the slight swell in his trunks. "She's a beauty, isn't she?" suddenly came another voice. Drew's head shot to one side, noticing an elderly-looking man who'd apparently been in the pool the whole time. His head was completely bald and covered with a smattering of liver spots, and a disheveled, grayish-white beard shrouded the lower half of his face. The old man shot him a toothy grin. "Oooh, any lad in her bed must be one lucky son of a bitch, I tell you hwhat." Drew narrowed his eyes at the man. "Have we met before?" "Call me Father Kevin," he added and offered Drew a shaky hand. "Local pastor of the town... but you'd know that if you ever came to church." The pale man's face hardened all the more, and he made no move to take Father Kevin's hand. "Who invited [i]you[/i] of all people?" "He [i]wasn't[/i] invited," came the much fiercer hiss of Sheila's voice from above the two men. "Out, old man Kevin! I told you not to come back after last time!" The elderly man put on his biggest puppydog eyes. "But I-" "OUT!" The thin woman didn't skip a beat as she reached down and, with surprising strength, jerked the old man right up out of the water by his shoulders. The gesture revealed Kevin to have been devoid of swimwear the entire time, while his bobbing, spindly erection was clenched in a death grip with one hand. The old man frantically tried to come up with any excuse he could, but Sheila was having none of it as she practically dragged him across the yard and chucked him out the gate. "Holy shit," Lara murmured in shock as she swam right over to her father and flattened her back against his chest. "Was he like that the whole time?" Drew's arms wrapped protectively around her shoulders. "Maybe. It is okay darling, he is gone now." "Thank fuck," Lara agreed, letting out a more contented sigh as she flattened more of her body against him beneath the water. Yet another new voice answered Lara this time. "I can't believe he keeps trying. Sheila [i]always[/i] catches him." Lara looked up to watch another young woman sink herself into the pool, this one with large eyes, exceptionally pale skin, and short, jet black hair. Her general frame was mostly athletic, but no amount of exercise could have narrowed her almost absurdly wide hips. The pale green, two-piece bikini that gave her her modesty clearly struggled to keep its bottoms in place. "[i]Right[/i]? What a sick old man, ogling us like we're... pieces of meat or something." Lara shuddered in exaggerated fashion before brightening her visage and reaching out to embrace her friend. "It's good to see you, Tara! How've you been?" Tara happily returned the embrace before settling in right next to Lara. "I'm well! The track team's been a bit of a bummer lately, but I'm not much of a team person anyway. I guess that's kinda college in general though," she lamented. "How's swimming been going?" "Okay," Lara returned, her curvaceous body beginning a soft, nonchalant bob up and down in the water. "I'm not big on team stuff either, but it's a good learning experience. If nothing else...." The friends' conversation quickly fell into the intricacies and more mundane aspects of college life, but Drew had a much more distracting struggle he had to force himself to focus on. Lara's bobbing was grinding [i]hard[/i] against his already-tented swim trunks, and the dark-haired man found it difficult to simply take his eyes off his own daughter. He knew well that she was doing it on purpose, but he didn't dare interrupt her casual conversation to do something about it. Drew tried to look about at the other party guests a few times, but between Sheila's diving neckline and Sam's lack of a shirt, there was no hope of calming his natural response to Lara's stimulation. The swirling water was just barely enough to hide the fact that his covered, throbbing erection was nestled tightly between his daughter's pillowy, caramel-colored cheeks. At closer inspection, it actually almost looked like Lara's skimpy bottoms had drifted to one side during her grinding. Lara, likewise, did her best to focus on her conversation, but every bob, upward and downward, sent wonderful tingles through her curvaceous body. It had only taken a subtle slight of hand to slip her bottoms to one side, and she was quietly happy to revel in the taboo sensations of feeling her father's thinly-covered cock graze her naked nethers with so many oblivious people present. She could feel her cheeks grow hot the longer she went on, but not once did she lull her conversation with Tara. Of course, Tara and Lara had been friends for a [i]very[/i] long time, and the black-haired woman was relatively quick to catch on to Lara's actions. Their conversation held for several long minutes, but as it lulled, Tara couldn't help but glance downward toward Lara's belly. "So, um... you guys still...?" Lara's azure eyes darted about the yard briefly before nodding in giddy fashion at her friend. It was Tara's turn to flush. "Is he... in yet?" she added, her voice dropping to a whisper. The caramel-skinned woman bit her lip and held up a single finger to her friend. In response, Tara ever-so-subtly slid away from the pool's edge to stand squarely in front of the bouncing Lara to block her from any prying eyes. As quick as could be, Lara's hands shot below water, reached out behind her, and skillfully slipped her father's cock from his trunks. A quick bob upwards lifted her just high enough to slip his thick tool between her legs, and the ensuing descent promptly slid his first few inches between her nether lips. Lara struggled not to moan in response, but in turn nodded at her friend's initial question. "Cool," Tara murmured excitedly as she returned to her initial seat, while one hand absently drifted beneath the water to sink into her own bikini bottoms. Clearly this wasn't the first interaction of this nature that the trio had engaged in. Drew felt his eyes roll into his head as his daughter plunged herself onto his thickness. It only took her a few wiggles to take in his modest manhood, and once fully sunk she began to much more rapidly bounce in short, swift strokes. The louder splashing drew Sheila and Sam's eyes toward the couple, though the attention only lasted a few moments, apparently brushing it off. Drenan had tried hard to stay back far enough to make it look like he wasn't doing anything off color, but with the added attention he felt he had no choice but to slip his hands beneath the water and take hold of Lara's wide hips, squeezing her as he leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "You are going to get us thrown out." Lara scoffed and looked over her shoulder to whisper back. "Like Shele and Soren don't know. They wouldn't throw us out for anything." Drew blinked a few times and let out a soft groan of, "What...?" Lyrah's breathing was growing shallower by the bounce. "What?" "Those names..." was all Drew could eke out, feeling Lara's tight quim squeezing him harder and harder. Apparently Sheila didn't chlorinate her pool, otherwise this surely would have been quite painful. Come to think of it, even the water wasn't causing friction. "Sh-Sheila and Sam?" Lara returned curiously, followed by a much louder, only half-stifled moan. Both of her hands shot down to latch onto her father's and gruffly pull his grip upward to clamp them firmly onto her heavy breasts, encouraging him to squeeze them as he often did. Tara was far from concerned by their whispering. She was quite invested in her own touch as she kept her eyes fixed on Lara's bouncing body. The swimmer's hungry gesture had consequently dislodged a portion of her bikini top, and half of her right nipple was now on open display for Talla to ogle without hindrance. Her fingers pushed even deeper between her own legs and began to pump back and forth, while her upper body slowly sank lower and lower into the water, her legs unable to keep herself upright any longer. Drew, too, found it difficult to keep his strength in his legs as his daughter much more outwardly pressed herself down atop him again and again. His grip indeed tightened upon her tits, and his hips began to buck upward to return her bounces as best as he could. The man's reservations were rapidly declining the closer he edged to his own climax, and just a few short bounces later he dared to tear his daughter's bikini top to both sides, exposing her ample bosom for all to see before clamping his five-fingered hands down [i]hard[/i] onto both of her dark nipples, each one accompanied by areolae larger than silver dollars. "Lyrah...!" Lara stopped her bouncing immediately. But it was too late for Drew. With a deep groan and a final thrust, his entire body shook, and his modest cock suddenly shot several stringy ropes of his cum deep inside his own daughter. And then, Drew's body slung forward onto his daughter's back, and his mind began to overload with a stream of memories out of nowhere. Memories of Azeroth, the Sunwalkers, Kinah, Lyrah, Talla, Shele, Soren, Farseer Keldah... all of Drenan's life flooded his mind like a pitcher pouring water into an overflowing fish bowl. The overpowering sensation lasted only a few moments, and as it subsided, Drenan let out a booming roar of shock. The dark-haired man jerked himself out of his daughter and shimmied backwards in the water, naked and apparently in shock. "What... what's going on!? Where are we!? I'm a... human!?" His hands shot up toward his head and felt around his forehead, then steadily worked their way down his own body. "My horns... my tail... my fur... all gone!?" His gaze shot down toward the water to hold his foreign-looking endowment, and surely his ears would have drooped had they been long enough to do so. "It is so small now...." All eyes were upon the human throughout his panic attack, but it was the half-naked Lara who dared to approach him first. "Daddy? Hey, calm down, everything's alright. What are you talking abou-" The second her caramel-colored hand touched his bare arm, Lara's head jerked backwards to stare aimlessly up at the sky, quaking hard for the next five seconds as Lyrah's memories overwhelmed her mind. As her head returned to normal, she, too, let out a shriek of panic. "Daddy!? What the fuck is going on!?" Her chest heaved as she began to hyperventilate, going through similar motions as her father as she inspected herself. "My hooves!? What are these... weird feet!?" Lyrah struggled to pull up one leg to inspect it, only to cry out as she tumbled back into the water... and brushed Tara's arm in the process. Tara had been mid-climax throughout much of this exchange, but the brush had reprogrammed her own mind and sent the identity of Talla back into her human body. Another freakout and another pat-down ensued, this one ending with her looking back and forth rapidly between the undressed father-daughter couple. "Lyrah!? Drenan!? Is that you guys!?" The rest of the partygoers did not need such stimulus to suddenly realize their own identities for themselves. One by one, Sheila remembered her Shele-self, Sam remembered his Soren identity, and from beyond the gate Farseer Keldah cried out in shock as well. The entire lot continued to scream, none of them having even the slightest understanding of why they were all suddenly human in a nonsensical, suburban setting. All around them the landscape slowly began to fade away, replaced by naught but a white background with only them panicking and collapsing to the ground, their brains overloaded and shutting down in this foreign reality. The white background became framed by the black rectangle of a computer screen, behind which sat an orange-bearded, bespectacled dwarf at a white desk. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared silently at the screaming characters for what felt like an eternity. "Och... this was a damned bad idea. I need ter sleep... an' rethink me life."