"You still have the branch, right dad?"

Drenan nodded and waved the oddly-magical Blossoming Branch.  "Yes, yes.  I admit, I do not quite understand this... task.  Not to mention, the humidity is making my suit stick horribly."  Indeed, the hot springs that adorned the mysterious Un'goro Crater were belting steam high into the air, causing Drenan's spring suit to cling to his muscular form.  Similarly, Lyrah's own pink-colored spring dress drooped with moisture, though she hardly seemed to mind as she took the lead in their walk through the crater.  A matching pair of bunny ears drooped as well atop her head, though Drenan's pair had been subtly hooked into the waist of his trousers.

"It's just a Noblegarden thing!  It'll only take a minute, then we can hunt some more eggs," she remarked cheerfully, taking her time to marvel at the massive greenery that the crater housed.  It had been a welcome change of pace from Tanaris for all of five minutes for Drenan, yet Lyrah seemed content to sweat out the plumes of steam.  "This should do it," she added as she stopped before a large, secluded pool of steaming water, and with minimal hesitation she dipped a hoof in and took a few steps further before whirling around.  "Alright, hit me!"

Drenan sighed heavily and waved the magical branch.  In the blink of an eye the chocolate-furred taureness was shrouded in a puff of smoke, and in its place stood a brightly-colored Noblegarden rabbit, half-submerged by the water.  The Lyrah-rabbit hopped around a few times before stopping, squatting, and mysteriously leaving behind a multicolored egg, followed by the mythical chime and banner springing above her head, signaling her achievement, [Hard Boiled].  "There, are we good?" he rumbled to the rabbit, haphazardly tossing away the now-useless branch.

The rabbit hopped around a few more times before another poof of smoke coalesced and caused Lyrah to reappear, now fully drenched by the heated water.  Her mane hung wetly over her eyes, which she brushed aside with a giggle.  "I dunno.  You don't seem to be in the spirit, dad."  Her smile seemed to fade a bit.  "Are you okay?"

The bulky tauren sighed.  "Noblegarden... brings back unpleasant memories," he admitted quietly.  "It is not a big deal.  Don't let it ruin your good time, please?"

Lyrah frowned outwardly and waded out of the water, still dripping wet as she boldly wrapped her arms up around his neck.  "Talk to me.  You used to love to take me to Razor Hill when I was a kid, didn't you?"

Another weary sigh.  "I did it for you, sweetheart.  You loved it, and I could not deny you that fun."

The female tauren furrowed her brow.  "Why don't you like it?  I mean, you don't have to like it, but I'd like to know why, I guess.  Maybe I could help?"

Drenan glanced away in contemplation for a long moment, but finally his muscular arms lifted to return her embrace, his gaze meeting hers as he spoke.  "As a child... I, too, went on the hunt, but only once.  I was having fun at first, but after a while... that enchantment that turns you into a rabbit struck."  The paladin's cheeks darkened a bit.  "For reasons that I still do not understand, the enchantment hit me the wrong way.  I retained my size as a rabbit... as well as my horns... and tail."

It took every bit of discipline Lyrah had not to burst out laughing right then and there, and even still her cheeks puffed out and reddened as she struggled to contain her laughter at the mental image.  "I'm... I'm so sorry... dad...!"  She gasped hard to try and hold it back.

Drenan could only shake his head.  "It is alright, laugh all you wish."

The shamaness fell backwards and roared with laughter, her rump plunging into the shallows of the spring as she giggled helplessly.  Drenan attempted yet another sigh and an eyeroll, but the longer he watched his daughter, the less he felt he could keep up his dour mood.  Before long he was chuckling right along with her and took a seat cross-legged at the edge of the pool.  

Many moments passed before Lyrah was able to calm herself, her dress now fully soaked through from the splashing.  "I... I really am sorry, dad.  That... how can you not laugh at that?!" she asked incredulously.

Drenan shook his head with a small smile.  "It left an impact on me as a little one.  I never liked to look back on it much, but I admit... perhaps it was not as bad as I remember it."

Lyrah spread a wider smile on her face as she crawled forward on her hands and knees, softly resting a hand on her father's leg.  "It's okay.  I got picked on too, remember?  I was able to let a lot of it go on my travels, but I get it.  Some stuff just sticks, and that's okay."  Lyrah slid forward a bit more to hug him around the waist, purposely tilting her head up to look at him and cheekily puffing out her soaked chest.  "If you need cheering up though...."  She purposely let the words trail off with a sly grin.

The paladin looked at his daughter with amusement, his eyes struggling to remain upon her own.  "And what exactly about this silly holiday put that in your head?"

"Oh, you know what they say about rabbits, right?" she cocked back without hesitation.  She let go of his waist to slide back into the water, uncaring of her well-drenched spring dress as she allowed herself to float atop the shallow water.  "Come onnnnnn, no one else comes this far out for that achievement."

Drenan gave her a skeptical look as he shifted in his seat, his body reacting to the thinly-veiled form of his playful daughter.  He glanced around the empty crater briefly at her words.  "I... I do not know...."

Lyrah splashed herself upright and looked at her father, the gears clearly turning in her head until an imaginary light bulb lit up.  Slow steps brought her back to the ankle-deep water, her hips and tail swaying as she walked to an edge of the pond near him.  Her back was turned as she appeared to be looking for something.  "Ah!" she cried suddenly.  "I think I found one!"  The sultry shaman bent herself over sharply, her rounded posterior high in the air as she appeared to grasp for an egg in the nook of a tree near the water.  Her clingy spring dress seemed to grow shorter the higher her rump went, until just the lowest fringe of her curvaceous posterior could be seen below the fabric's edge.

Yet another thin suit appeared to fail the burly tauren at the hands of his lovely Lyrah.  The paladin quietly stood from his seat and stepped into the water, walking up behind her as subtly as he could.  In the blink of an eye his hands had slipped beneath her dress and peeled the sticking fabric up, all six fingers tenderly kneading the plump flesh of her drenched rear.  "Is there?  I do not see it," he remarked in faux disbelief, silently noting Lyrah's common lack of undergarment as his thick fingers teased along her bottom's crease.

The shaman stifled a gasp of surprise, though she made no move to stop him or look back.  "I'm sure it's down here somewhere..." she persisted, her swishing tail brushing against the fabric of his trousers several times... until suddenly she felt flesh instead, prompting another devilish grin.

Drenan gladly pulled the soaked suit from his body with one hand as he caressed his daughter with the other.  His muscular form soon leaned over as his clothes floated atop the water, his hands gentle as he worked to peel her dress further up her body.  His tone lowered to a whisper as he spoke.  "How in Azeroth do you always have this effect on me?"

Lyrah bit back a moan as she retorted with, "I... I have no idea what you're talking about, daddy."

The burly tauren twitched as the words left her, his manhood standing at full attention before slowly slipping itself between her plump thighs.  His adventurous hands continued making their way up her body, her dress soon turning into something more like a soaked scarf the further he pulled it up, both hands soon running down to cup her hanging breasts and pull himself even closer against her.  "Well then... best not let a good egg go to waste."  His hips continued to advance until they were firmly pressed against her bottom, his manhood squeezed between her thighs as it grazed her soft belly and nethers.

"I-if I can reach it," she gasped.  His flesh was quite warm against her own, and the heat of the hot springs didn't help the matter.  As if it were reflex, her bottom began to slowly sway from side to side, simultaneously surrounding her father's manhood with moving flesh and subtly grinding her own nethers happily against him.  Lyrah leaned forward even further, then suddenly let out a sharp yip.  "Ah!  I think my haah-haaand is stuck!"  The shaman turned her head to look back at her father as helplessly as she could muster.  "Daddy, a little help?"

As good-natured as Drenan often was, his immediate reaction was to turn protective, but he stopped short of offering help to truly absorb how she was acting.  Thankfully, he picked up on the cue for ruining her little act.  "Oh dear... try and wiggle it around more.  It will come free," he assured her gently and leaned into her even more firmly, his breath warm near her ear as he slowly slid his own hips back and forth, his manhood trailing his pre-nectar over her bare belly.

"Nngh... I'm trying..." she gasped.  In truth she was simply holding onto a root deep at the base of the tree, but it didn't matter.  She gladly played the helpless victim as her thighs happily squeezed her father's manhood.  "I... I think it's wedged... maybe just gimme a little... push?"

Without hesitation Drenan drew his hips back and thrusted forward, jarring his daughter's body sharply and sending shockwaves of pleasure from the stroke to her nethers.  "Like that?" he asked coyly.

"Ah!  I think that helped," she squeaked with a nod, her cheeks flushing deeply with color.  "A-again...."

The paladin gritted his teeth as he jerked back and thrusted forward a second time, her soft flesh more than welcoming to him.  In truth, he wanted nothing more than to simply bury himself inside his daughter, but at the same time this new stimulation was incredibly enticing.  Lost in his thoughts, his body began to react on its own, rhythmically beginning a series of thrusts between her soaked thighs.  

Lyrah could not protest.  The wonderful touch of his heated flesh between her legs had her feeling more than heavenly, and soon her bit back gasps devolved into pleasurable, moo-like moans.  Her head gently pressed itself against the tree, thankfully braced by her horns as she arched her rump back against her father's thrusts, giggling as each thrust rapidly pushed her closer to that familiar burst of ecstasy.  As much as she loved making love with her father, this straight sensation to her outer petals was much more like the time she'd spent alone in her room, but the fact that he was the one causing it simply amplified its sensitivity exponentially.  "Oh, daddy..." she gasped as she screwed her eyes shut.  "I'm gonna...!"  Mere moments after the words left her lips, the young woman's body started to shake heavily.  One hand gripped the tree as the other shot back to take hold of her father's muscular hip and pin him against her, that final thrust prompting a powerful burst of her nectar as her climax took her.

Drenan had not been far behind her, but as he saw her prepare for her finale, he quickly reached out to take hold of her hips.  As expected, her limbs shook sharply in pleasure and went limp, followed by the long, loud, unashamed moan of bliss.  The elder tauren grinned as he languished in his daughter's pleasure, her body at his mercy as he tenderly laid her on her back next to the tree, her arm coming free as he'd expected.

Writhing Lyrah did not care, though as her motor skills began to return mid-climax, she reached out to her father with both hands and wrapped them around his powerful neck.  Her eyes opened to him thrusting his manhood once again between her thighs, this time much more quickly with the urgency that told her he was so very close himself.  "Yes... daddy...!" she eked out between moans.  "Do it...!"  There was little time before her climax would abate, and she knew once it did, she'd be far too sensitive to allow his play.

The paladin knew this as well, and his hands held her hips tight as he thrusted his thickness quickly between her thighs.  His own finish came perhaps just as rapidly, and before he could let out more than a groan, a final thrust brought the head of his manhood just beneath her breasts before unleashing a thick burst of his seed, splashing himself happily onto her chest and face, while the bursts that followed ensured her neck and chest were well-coated in kind, all punctuated by deep groans of lustful delight.

Moments later, both tauren collapsed in a happy cuddle puddle, their intertwined forms melting into a loving kiss while they steadily sank into the heated water.  Lyrah was the first to come back to her senses, giggling cheekily.  "I guess I was wrong.  Didn't see any eggs in there."

Drenan exhaled deeply and chuckled, looking his naked daughter up and down as the remnants of his seed washed away with the hot spring.  "What a shame.  I suppose our work for Noblegarden is done then."

"I guess so," Lyrah huffed, her eyes looking over her burly father before catching sight of her floating dress.  The shaman gently pushed him away and slipped through the water to take the dress, one hand sifting through it as she made it back to him.  "Wait..." she said, taking hold of something Drenan couldn't see.

Drenan felt a familiar pang of dread come over him, but as he opened his mouth, Lyrah whipped out a hidden branch from her garment and pointed it at him.  A poof of smoke shrouded the tauren, and in his place stood a massive, horned rabbit with a long, dark almond-colored tail.

The shaman absolutely lost it, falling backwards into a water with a loud splash.  The docile rabbit twitched, but did not move much, until a loud ding resounded above its head as a multicolored egg splashed into the hot spring waters below it.