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All was quiet, save for the sound of the calm waves as they gently met the shore. That, and the bitter sound of Chilli’s crying. \n [i]“What’s wrong, my love?[/i]”\n Little Chilli’s heart skipped a beat as she turned to the sound of the familiar voice beside her. One that was quite impossible to hear now, or ever again for that matter. \n “Mum…” Chill wiped her eyes, leaning her body against the spectre. “...this is all just a dream… isn’t it?” \n [i]“Yes, sweetie. This is a dream. But it’s a [/i][b][i]good[/i][/b][i] dream, yeah?”[/i] She rubbed her daughter’s back as they watched the sunset together.\n Chilli nodded, wiping her runny nose with her forearm. \n “Why did you have to leave us? I still need you.” Even in this dream, Chilli could still vividly smell the distinct pleasant aroma of lavender oil that her mother often wore. \n [i]“I didn’t [/i][b][i]want[/i][/b][i] to leave, but it was just my time, I’m afraid.”[/i] Chilli’s mum sighed.[i] “I wish I could be there with you to watch you grow up. To see the woman you’ll become. But things don’t always work out the way we imagine. I have to go now. But you and I both know that it doesn’t end here. We’ll see each other again someday, I promise. I’ll be waiting for you, and I’ll welcome you in. Have fun in your life, and live it to the fullest. Be good to your father and sister, and let them be good to you. Remember, I’ll always be here for you, even if you can’t see me…”[/i]\n Chilli felt a motherly kiss on the top of her head. \n\n [i]“...Because I love you.”[/i]\n\n “Mum? [i]Mum![/i] Please, [i]don’t go![/i]” Chilli cried out, trying desperately to hold onto her mother as she hummed a sweet yet melancholic tune before fading away like dust in the wind. \nAnd just like that, Chilli was alone once again, living a nightmare that she could never wake up from. A life without her mother. She collapsed on her side, curled up into a ball, and cried. Parts of the giant sandcastle began to crumble and fall.\n\n She wasn’t sure for how long she had been crying for before she felt a large, comforting hand gently rest on her side. She looked up; in place of where her mother had been sitting beside her on the dock, her father Mort was now sitting with tears in his eyes to match her own. \n “Chilli…” He muttered, his chest heaving with sadness. \n The little red heeler crawled up onto his lap, resting her little head against his leg as he stroked his hand through her fur. She knew this was all just a dream, but his presence felt comforting regardless. \n “Promise you’ll never die, Dad.” she whispered, rubbing her wet face against his thigh.\n “...You know I can’t promise that, Chilli-Dog.” Mort sniffled, petting her silky orange fur. For a dream, he was surprised at just how lifelike it felt. “Everyone dies someday. It’s just a part of life.”\n “Then promise you’ll live to be one-hundred. At [i]least[/i].”\n “...I’ll do my best.”\n Chilli sat up and hugged her dad tightly, her smaller frame pressed against his as she sat on his lap. Mort embraced her in return, weeping into the top of her head as he repeatedly gave it soft kisses. \n She smelled like lavender, the exact same lavender oil that reminded him of his late wife who had just passed away less than a day ago. He inhaled her flowery scent, tears running down his cheeks as he remembered all the memories he shared with her. What he would give for just one more moment with her. \n Chilli looked up at her dad, her thoughts cluttered with emotions. Her mum was gone; she had never felt so hopeless and empty before in her short life. But she wasn’t alone - her dad was here for her. Surely it was just a dream version of him, but she couldn’t help but feel safer in his arms. She needed to hold onto him as tightly as possible, and never let go. \n “You look so much like your mum…” Mort rubbed a tear from her cheek, pressing his nose against hers. “You have her smile.”\n Without even thinking about it, Chilli gave her father a quick kiss on the lips. They had given each other kisses before, but this one felt… different. He looked back down at her wordlessly, his lips trembling. She gave him another, this one for a little longer before pulling away again. The kind of kiss that mum would give him. She could taste the salty tears on his lips, and it felt good. The little red heeler’s heart was beating faster, though she didn’t know why. She pressed her lips against his once more, this time keeping them there for as long as she could. She knew this was inappropriate for a daughter to do with her father, but this intimacy helped her forget all her trauma and pain - at least, for a little while. \n She knew it was only a harmless dream, after all.\n But rather than waking up in bed like she was expecting, to her pleasant surprise the dream continued and he returned the kiss with even more vigor as she felt his coarse hands holding the sides of her head before he pulled her firmly in. The tears of sorrow kept coming from each of them as they whimpered, and before long Chilli felt her father’s wet licks on her lips as his tongue asked for permission to enter.\n She let him in.\n Her dad’s taste was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Although, as this was technically her first kiss, little Chilli wasn’t even sure if this was what a kiss was [i]supposed[/i] to taste like. But she enjoyed it, regardless. She tilted her head more, allowing for better access between their mouths as their tongues met in a tender greeting. His breath filled her lungs, filling her with his warmth. \n Suddenly, Chilli felt something hard rubbing between her legs. She broke the kiss and looked down to find something shiny and red was poking out from her dad’s groin. She knew boys had something different between their legs than girls did, but this was her first time ever seeing one. However, since this was a dream, she wasn’t even sure how accurate this was to the real thing. Either way, there was something about it that she just couldn’t resist. \n She felt her sensitive mound tingle with delight as it made contact with Mort’s canine penis, slowly grinding her hips progressively faster as she pleased. His tip slid across her tailhole, melting Chilli’s young brain with pleasure before she buried her face into her father’s chest and took in his natural scent. It comforted her greatly, like an addictive security blanket. She couldn’t explain or rationalize why she was doing all of this to begin with, but all that mattered to her was that she wasn’t quite as sad anymore. The traumatic memories of seeing her mother’s cancer-ridden body in the hospital bed were hidden away deep inside of her, at least for now. \n [i]Anything[/i] to ease the pain. \n Mort’s body shuddered as he slid his stiffening member between his daughter’s legs, feeling disgusted with himself for having a dream like this. But he knew it was merely a dream, and he needed this distraction from the grief of losing his wife. He’d rather dream of this than being back in that horrible hospice room and watching his wife pass away in front of him all over again. It wasn’t like he’d ever do anything like this with Chilli for real-life. \n Never. \n Mort knew there were all kinds of ways of coping with grief, with hypersexuality being one of them. He just never anticipated his subconscious mind would turn to these twisted fantasies of his own daughter Chilli as a source of carnal desire within his dreams. But whatever burden of guilt or regret he would feel once he woke up, he’d cross that bridge when he came to it. For now, all he wanted was to revel in this one moment of weakness and indulge himself a little with visions of his sweet little girl to numb the immense agony and torment he felt deep inside. \nThe red heeler laid on his back at the edge of the dock, with Chilli’s soft virgin underside pressed against the front of his cock as she pleasured herself with it by thrusting her hips. It was a bit clumsy and a little awkward, as she had never done this before and didn’t even fully understand what she was doing in the first place, but it felt good for both of them nonetheless. She huffed and whined with pleasure at his touch when his hands found their way to her rear, subtly stretching her little holes open as he spread her bum with his fingers. \n “I love you so much, Chilli…” Mort gasped, his heart pounding when his sensitive tip flicked across her glistening wet slit.\n “I love you too, Dad…” Chilli replied, cooing into his fur as she clung tightly to him. \n The tears wouldn’t stop coming. Their hearts still ached heavily for the loss of Chilli’s mother. But in each other, they could still find solace. Some small shred of happiness still remained. A reassuring shoulder to lean on - to cry on. In their dreams, no one could take away what they had. \n It would have to be enough. \n Mort and Chilli’s lips met in another salty tearful kiss, and he entered his daughter. \n It felt so wrong to do this, but Mort didn’t want to stop; neither did Chilli. She felt no pain when he penetrated her, though she felt ‘full’ in some way that was hard for her to explain. All Chilli could feel in her little heart was pure bliss as the sadness subsided. Now that they were committing the act, Chilli recalled once seeing a pair of adorable wombats out in the backyard doing something that looked similar to this. She wondered if perhaps they were a daddy and daughter too.\n Mort looked away from the sight of his daughter on top of him, taking in the much-needed pleasure in how realistic this dream felt but still feeling the sting of a guilty ache in his heart. Ever since his wife had fallen ill, his libido - as well as his sex-life - had completely vanished from the sheer stress he and his entire family were under. And now that she was no longer with them, all of that pent-up stress was apparently coming back in full force with his own kin as his unintended focus. He would much rather this be a dream of his late wife, but no matter how hard he tried to imagine her instead, his dream simply wouldn’t change. Every time he looked down, all he saw was his young daughter as she continued to needily hump him. Her breathy moans sounded so lifelike and passionate, only sickening him further. But despite the constant internal struggle he was going through, Mort never made any attempt to stop it. It just felt too good, and he couldn’t deny that this temporary pleasure made all the pain he’d suffered in recent months a little easier to bear. \n The red heeler gripped tighter onto his little girl, squeezing her like she would slip away forever if he didn’t. He began to reluctantly yet forcefully thrust his hips up into hers, eager to feel the orgasmic pleasure of climax while at the same time just hoping this awkward dream would finally come to an end.\n\tChilli, however, wanted this dream to last for as long as possible. She [i]never[/i] wanted to wake up if dreaming of her dad inside her meant feeling such pleasure as this. Her thoughts were little more than a complete fog, with nothing but her love for her father filling every last corner of her mind. Her tears of sadness had become tears of joy, her heart swelling with overwhelming desire for more of this wonderful feeling that numbed her emotional suffering. \nTheir desperate moans soon turned into simultaneous howls as their thrusts became faster and faster, until finally neither of them could take it for much longer. \n “Dad… I feel… so… tingly…” Chilli managed to say between her intense whines as she neared her first orgasm ever, completely unfamiliar with the foreign sensation. “It feels… so… good…”\n\t“M-me too Chilli-Dog, I’m gonna-!”\n\n Little Chilli suddenly opened her eyes, finding herself back in her bed as the hot and bright Australian morning sun shone through her bedroom curtains. She felt a tense and pounding pressure between her legs, lifting her blanket up to discover that she had apparently ‘wet’ the bed. Only for some reason, this wetness was [i]different[/i] somehow. [i]Stickier.[/i] \n She remembered the dream she’d had the night before - how [i]real[/i] it felt. Something about it felt bad to dream about, but she had no regrets. It was a good dream, after all. And there was no denying how good it made her feel.\n It only took Chilli a few moments to come back to reality - the painful reality that today, her mum wouldn’t be there to say ‘Good morning’. She wouldn’t be there to make her favorite breakfast of banana pancakes in just the perfect way that only [i]she[/i] knew how to make them. She would never be able to hear her mum’s voice or hear her laugh ever again.\n Chilli pulled the covers back over herself, curled up into a ball, and cried. \n\n Mort awoke at the same time, sitting up and discovering that he, too, had had an accident in bed. His body trembled as he remembered the dream he’d had last night - no, more like a [i]nightmare[/i], he thought. 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I’ll just keep it all bottled up inside me, and then one day…’[/i]\n Mort pulled the covers back over himself, curled up into a ball, and cried.\n [i] ‘...I’ll die.’[/i]\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "[This fic is a prequel to 'Dreams of a Beautiful Blue' and deals heavily with dark and depressing subject-matter such as cancer, depression, familial loss and coping with trauma. This is in NO way meant to make light of grieving or mock those who have lost someone important to them. Please turn away now if this topic is extremely sensitive to you.]

            Chilli Cattle, a seven-year-old red heeler, sat on the edge of the dock as she looked over the view of the lake and the orange setting sun shimmered and sparkled over its surface. On the other side of the lake’s shoreline was a sandcastle, misshapen and crude in design, though it was still impressive with its gravity-defying architecture. However, there was something noticeably unusual about it; it was the size of an actual castle, its commanding presence defining the view of the horizon. All was quiet, save for the sound of the calm waves as they gently met the shore. That, and the bitter sound of Chilli’s crying.
            “What’s wrong, my love?”
            Little Chilli’s heart skipped a beat as she turned to the sound of the familiar voice beside her. One that was quite impossible to hear now, or ever again for that matter.
            “Mum…” Chill wiped her eyes, leaning her body against the spectre. “...this is all just a dream… isn’t it?”
            “Yes, sweetie. This is a dream. But it’s a good dream, yeah?” She rubbed her daughter’s back as they watched the sunset together.
            Chilli nodded, wiping her runny nose with her forearm.
            “Why did you have to leave us? I still need you.” Even in this dream, Chilli could still vividly smell the distinct pleasant aroma of lavender oil that her mother often wore.
            “I didn’t want to leave, but it was just my time, I’m afraid.” Chilli’s mum sighed. “I wish I could be there with you to watch you grow up. To see the woman you’ll become. But things don’t always work out the way we imagine. I have to go now. But you and I both know that it doesn’t end here. We’ll see each other again someday, I promise. I’ll be waiting for you, and I’ll welcome you in. Have fun in your life, and live it to the fullest. Be good to your father and sister, and let them be good to you. Remember, I’ll always be here for you, even if you can’t see me…”
            Chilli felt a motherly kiss on the top of her head.

            “...Because I love you.”

            “Mum? Mum! Please, don’t go!” Chilli cried out, trying desperately to hold onto her mother as she hummed a sweet yet melancholic tune before fading away like dust in the wind.
And just like that, Chilli was alone once again, living a nightmare that she could never wake up from. A life without her mother. She collapsed on her side, curled up into a ball, and cried. Parts of the giant sandcastle began to crumble and fall.

            She wasn’t sure for how long she had been crying for before she felt a large, comforting hand gently rest on her side. She looked up; in place of where her mother had been sitting beside her on the dock, her father Mort was now sitting with tears in his eyes to match her own.
            “Chilli…” He muttered, his chest heaving with sadness.
            The little red heeler crawled up onto his lap, resting her little head against his leg as he stroked his hand through her fur. She knew this was all just a dream, but his presence felt comforting regardless.
            “Promise you’ll never die, Dad.” she whispered, rubbing her wet face against his thigh.
            “...You know I can’t promise that, Chilli-Dog.” Mort sniffled, petting her silky orange fur. For a dream, he was surprised at just how lifelike it felt. “Everyone dies someday. It’s just a part of life.”
            “Then promise you’ll live to be one-hundred. At least.”
            “...I’ll do my best.”
            Chilli sat up and hugged her dad tightly, her smaller frame pressed against his as she sat on his lap. Mort embraced her in return, weeping into the top of her head as he repeatedly gave it soft kisses.
            She smelled like lavender, the exact same lavender oil that reminded him of his late wife who had just passed away less than a day ago. He inhaled her flowery scent, tears running down his cheeks as he remembered all the memories he shared with her. What he would give for just one more moment with her.
            Chilli looked up at her dad, her thoughts cluttered with emotions. Her mum was gone; she had never felt so hopeless and empty before in her short life. But she wasn’t alone - her dad was here for her. Surely it was just a dream version of him, but she couldn’t help but feel safer in his arms. She needed to hold onto him as tightly as possible, and never let go.
            “You look so much like your mum…” Mort rubbed a tear from her cheek, pressing his nose against hers. “You have her smile.”
            Without even thinking about it, Chilli gave her father a quick kiss on the lips. They had given each other kisses before, but this one felt… different. He looked back down at her wordlessly, his lips trembling. She gave him another, this one for a little longer before pulling away again. The kind of kiss that mum would give him. She could taste the salty tears on his lips, and it felt good. The little red heeler’s heart was beating faster, though she didn’t know why. She pressed her lips against his once more, this time keeping them there for as long as she could. She knew this was inappropriate for a daughter to do with her father, but this intimacy helped her forget all her trauma and pain - at least, for a little while.
            She knew it was only a harmless dream, after all.
            But rather than waking up in bed like she was expecting, to her pleasant surprise the dream continued and he returned the kiss with even more vigor as she felt his coarse hands holding the sides of her head before he pulled her firmly in. The tears of sorrow kept coming from each of them as they whimpered, and before long Chilli felt her father’s wet licks on her lips as his tongue asked for permission to enter.
            She let him in.
            Her dad’s taste was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Although, as this was technically her first kiss, little Chilli wasn’t even sure if this was what a kiss was supposed to taste like. But she enjoyed it, regardless. She tilted her head more, allowing for better access between their mouths as their tongues met in a tender greeting. His breath filled her lungs, filling her with his warmth.
            Suddenly, Chilli felt something hard rubbing between her legs. She broke the kiss and looked down to find something shiny and red was poking out from her dad’s groin. She knew boys had something different between their legs than girls did, but this was her first time ever seeing one. However, since this was a dream, she wasn’t even sure how accurate this was to the real thing. Either way, there was something about it that she just couldn’t resist.
            She felt her sensitive mound tingle with delight as it made contact with Mort’s canine penis, slowly grinding her hips progressively faster as she pleased. His tip slid across her tailhole, melting Chilli’s young brain with pleasure before she buried her face into her father’s chest and took in his natural scent. It comforted her greatly, like an addictive security blanket. She couldn’t explain or rationalize why she was doing all of this to begin with, but all that mattered to her was that she wasn’t quite as sad anymore. The traumatic memories of seeing her mother’s cancer-ridden body in the hospital bed were hidden away deep inside of her, at least for now.
            Anything to ease the pain.
            Mort’s body shuddered as he slid his stiffening member between his daughter’s legs, feeling disgusted with himself for having a dream like this. But he knew it was merely a dream, and he needed this distraction from the grief of losing his wife. He’d rather dream of this than being back in that horrible hospice room and watching his wife pass away in front of him all over again. It wasn’t like he’d ever do anything like this with Chilli for real-life.
            Never.
            Mort knew there were all kinds of ways of coping with grief, with hypersexuality being one of them. He just never anticipated his subconscious mind would turn to these twisted fantasies of his own daughter Chilli as a source of carnal desire within his dreams. But whatever burden of guilt or regret he would feel once he woke up, he’d cross that bridge when he came to it. For now, all he wanted was to revel in this one moment of weakness and indulge himself a little with visions of his sweet little girl to numb the immense agony and torment he felt deep inside.
The red heeler laid on his back at the edge of the dock, with Chilli’s soft virgin underside pressed against the front of his cock as she pleasured herself with it by thrusting her hips. It was a bit clumsy and a little awkward, as she had never done this before and didn’t even fully understand what she was doing in the first place, but it felt good for both of them nonetheless. She huffed and whined with pleasure at his touch when his hands found their way to her rear, subtly stretching her little holes open as he spread her bum with his fingers.
            “I love you so much, Chilli…” Mort gasped, his heart pounding when his sensitive tip flicked across her glistening wet slit.
            “I love you too, Dad…” Chilli replied, cooing into his fur as she clung tightly to him.
            The tears wouldn’t stop coming. Their hearts still ached heavily for the loss of Chilli’s mother. But in each other, they could still find solace. Some small shred of happiness still remained. A reassuring shoulder to lean on - to cry on. In their dreams, no one could take away what they had.
            It would have to be enough.
            Mort and Chilli’s lips met in another salty tearful kiss, and he entered his daughter.
            It felt so wrong to do this, but Mort didn’t want to stop; neither did Chilli. She felt no pain when he penetrated her, though she felt ‘full’ in some way that was hard for her to explain. All Chilli could feel in her little heart was pure bliss as the sadness subsided. Now that they were committing the act, Chilli recalled once seeing a pair of adorable wombats out in the backyard doing something that looked similar to this. She wondered if perhaps they were a daddy and daughter too.
            Mort looked away from the sight of his daughter on top of him, taking in the much-needed pleasure in how realistic this dream felt but still feeling the sting of a guilty ache in his heart. Ever since his wife had fallen ill, his libido - as well as his sex-life - had completely vanished from the sheer stress he and his entire family were under. And now that she was no longer with them, all of that pent-up stress was apparently coming back in full force with his own kin as his unintended focus. He would much rather this be a dream of his late wife, but no matter how hard he tried to imagine her instead, his dream simply wouldn’t change. Every time he looked down, all he saw was his young daughter as she continued to needily hump him. Her breathy moans sounded so lifelike and passionate, only sickening him further. But despite the constant internal struggle he was going through, Mort never made any attempt to stop it. It just felt too good, and he couldn’t deny that this temporary pleasure made all the pain he’d suffered in recent months a little easier to bear.
            The red heeler gripped tighter onto his little girl, squeezing her like she would slip away forever if he didn’t. He began to reluctantly yet forcefully thrust his hips up into hers, eager to feel the orgasmic pleasure of climax while at the same time just hoping this awkward dream would finally come to an end.
\tChilli, however, wanted this dream to last for as long as possible. She never wanted to wake up if dreaming of her dad inside her meant feeling such pleasure as this. Her thoughts were little more than a complete fog, with nothing but her love for her father filling every last corner of her mind. Her tears of sadness had become tears of joy, her heart swelling with overwhelming desire for more of this wonderful feeling that numbed her emotional suffering.
Their desperate moans soon turned into simultaneous howls as their thrusts became faster and faster, until finally neither of them could take it for much longer.
            “Dad… I feel… so… tingly…” Chilli managed to say between her intense whines as she neared her first orgasm ever, completely unfamiliar with the foreign sensation. “It feels… so… good…”
\t“M-me too Chilli-Dog, I’m gonna-!”

            Little Chilli suddenly opened her eyes, finding herself back in her bed as the hot and bright Australian morning sun shone through her bedroom curtains. She felt a tense and pounding pressure between her legs, lifting her blanket up to discover that she had apparently ‘wet’ the bed. Only for some reason, this wetness was different somehow. Stickier.
            She remembered the dream she’d had the night before - how real it felt. Something about it felt bad to dream about, but she had no regrets. It was a good dream, after all. And there was no denying how good it made her feel.
            It only took Chilli a few moments to come back to reality - the painful reality that today, her mum wouldn’t be there to say ‘Good morning’. She wouldn’t be there to make her favorite breakfast of banana pancakes in just the perfect way that only she knew how to make them. She would never be able to hear her mum’s voice or hear her laugh ever again.
            Chilli pulled the covers back over herself, curled up into a ball, and cried.

            Mort awoke at the same time, sitting up and discovering that he, too, had had an accident in bed. His body trembled as he remembered the dream he’d had last night - no, more like a nightmare, he thought. He felt like he wanted to throw up for having such sick and disgusting thoughts about his own daughter - even if they were just a dream that he had no control over.
            But the more he thought about it, the more he wondered how much agency he actually had in his dream. Even in his heart, he knew he’d done nothing to put a stop to his actions. But what did it all mean? Was he attracted to his daughter now?
            Mort looked over to the empty spot in his bed - the spot where his wife used to lay by his side. He laid back down, running his hand over the spot she would sleep as tears welled up in his eyes. He could still smell his wife’s distinct fragrance of lavender oil. The same smell from Chilli in his dream.
            ‘It’s just grief,’ he told himself, closing his eyes again as he imagined his wife’s smiling face. Her voice. Her laughter. ‘That’s all. Just stress, and grief. Nothing more. I’ll just keep it all bottled up inside me, and then one day…’
            Mort pulled the covers back over himself, curled up into a ball, and cried.
             ‘...I’ll die.’
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