Christopher Coyote woke with a yawn, stirred by the knock at his front door. He was accustomed to sleeping in since he was a remote worker and also on vacation, so he wasn't usually awake at 7:30 in the morning. He felt that since people didn't normally visit him this early, he was tired and annoyed enough that whoever it was can just deal with his boxers. He'd been in the midst of a hot, steamy dream, and grumbled as he walked down the hall, unsteadily weaving from side to side.

When he opened the door, he didn't even bother to look up to see who was intruding on his dreams, opting to keep his eyes closed as the blinding light hit him in the face.

"What do you want?" 

A feminine, younger voice responded with, "Hi, I uh... oh my god that's big."

"Huh?" 

"Your uh... wow."

Chris opened one eye to see a two toned rabbit girl, eyes wide and staring at his groin. he looked down, his cock snaked down one leg of his boxers like a hose, the tip almost peeking from the bottom.

"Mm, damnit. Hang on."

He nonchalantly turned sideways and reached into his boxers to grab himself, adjusting it back to the center. The man hung low naturally, and was still partially hard from his dreams, so it did nothing to fix the issue of how visible his groin was as he pressed into the fabric.

"Sorry, not used to people this early so I'm still half asleep. So what can I do for you, again?"

The girl was visibly blushing in the thin fur around her eyes as she tore them away from his bulge to his face.

"You're Christopher, right? I-I'm Wendy Warren, I'm uh, Mina's daughter. You remember her?"

The man looked closely at the girl in front of him. She was a brown and tan rabbit who had a nice, large set of breasts, a good set of birthing hips, well maintained, straight black hair, and grey tones on her ears and knees. He also noticed a form fitting black shirt with a short black skirt, and greyish-black eyeliner above sparkling silvery eyes. In spite of her arguably out of date fashion choices Chris felt might have better fit his generation, she was very attractive, and the girl didn't seem to mind him eyeing her up that much, which he assumed came across as innocent in her eyes. She couldn't be older than her mid teens based on when he'd last seen Wilhelmina, though, so he shook his dirtier thoughts off and smiled warmly at her, because if he didn't know any better she could pass for his.

"Just Chris works. Yeah Mina, she was my girlfriend in college, that was what, 15, 16 years ago? I was like 19, and she just kinda stopped talking to me one day, and it always bugged me."

"Well, mom kinda disappeared for a reason, she got pregnant."

Chris paused, looking at the nervous girl who kept darting her eyes toward his crotch. He smiled when she realized he knew she was looking and she laughed nervously in response.

"Yeah, sorry, I probably should have put on pants but I'm not the smartest when I'm groggy. Anyway, I didn't know, and it makes me kinda sad she'd go around me to do that."

"I'm sorry, it's just that your... it's really hard to miss. And it's going to make this real weird in a moment."

"What do you mean?"

"Mom didn't cheat on you, or go around you. One of her sisters spiked your drinks that first night you guys, you know, had sex. With a fertility drug."

The coyote's eyes opened widely at the implications. "Wait, what?"

"Yeah, one of my aunts thought it would be so funny if she got pregnant by the cute coyote guy. She didn't find out until she got morning sickness about six weeks later. That's when she disappeared on you, right?"

"Yeah. Oh, hell. Oh my fucking god and here I am letting you get an eyeful of my dick, god damnit."

"If it helps, I'm not complaining about it. Er, um, bad idea, nevermind. Yep, I'm your daughter. If the matching color tones and grey eyes didn't tell you that. Heh."

Wendy had noticed three things when he opened the door. One, he had the same color tones as her, to the point it was uncanny, two, his giant cock-which unlocked deep carnal feelings she was trying to suppress until she got in the house-and when he finally looked at her, though they were tired, he had the same sharp grey eyes.

"Yeah, I did notice but I'm still groggy... damnit."

"I have a DNA test that shows I'm a hybrid if you want to see it, too."

"I believe you. Just... come in. At this point I'm being a jerk keeping you out here if we're going to talk. Explain hybrid to me, I slept through biology outside the whole 'crossbreeds are possible but hard to do without drugs' thing."

"Short or long version?"

"Short, I haven't had my coffee."

"Oh good, because I don't remember all of the details anyway. Mom's species, dad's traits like colors and height I think. I'd say maybe your hair, but you seem to trim it. What color, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Black, and I never liked how it looked on me after I finished high school. Anything else to add?"

"Ah, right, the girls usually get mom's figure."

Chris hesitantly looked at the girl, who smiled and struck a pose before laughing and walking into his kitchen. She was definitely a spitting image of her mother from what he remembered.

"Hers are way bigger now though. Where's the filters and the grounds? I can make it."

"Filters under the machine, grounds in the can on the shelf above it. You're way too comfortable with me for someone who's father was selling a fruit basket to them a moment ago."

He sat on the couch as he listened to the commotion in the kitchen, as Wendy pulled out pans and other equipment from various drawers.

"I'm a rabbit from a family that had a lot of people in their home sometimes, we saw all sorts of things we didn't really want to, dad. Plus, I'm excited to meet you, wanted to see the big cute coyote mom would talk about when the others weren't around. Her words, not mine, though she was right. Is it okay if I make us breakfast?"

"If you really want to. Jeez, you settled in in a hurry."

"What's that?"

He changed cleared his throat and changed the subject. "You didn't have like a stepdad, or a grandpa?"

"I had both, but it's complicated. Let me finish up here and we can talk about things."

Chris definitely noticed how quickly the girl took over when she'd come in. He wasn't sure if it was planned, but at the same time, he didn't necessarily mind that his newly found daughter immediately slipped into a helpful role as he walked into the kitchen and sat at the table. He watched as she bent over at the fridge to get the butter, thin black panties barely covering her nether regions as her heart shaped rump swayed around. Her lips were fairly visible under the translucent fabric and he could swear there was a wet spot on them.

The coyote looked away quickly, unsure if she knew he was looking, though when she smiled sheepishly and pointed downward, he saw he was completely visible down one leg of his boxers and had to fix himself again.

"Not appropriate, not appropriate, we need to talk about her bending her knees... need to change..."

She smiled as she set a plate of bacon, eggs and toast in front of him then joined him to eat.

"No reason to change yet, dad, might get food on the fresh clothes. And I'm used to it already, I know you're tired and those things just do whatever they want."

"I am not at all used to being called dad, so this feels weird. And please don't encourage the damned thing with your comments."

"I didn't say get naked and eat, jeez, old man. I'm just trying to help you, because you seem to need it."

Chris shuddered, visibly embarrassed, and Wendy's expression turned to regret.

"I'm sorry, I'm just trying to keep things between us comfortable. But there's only so much I can do without saying your giant wiener is coming out of your shorts."

"You can start by not pointing out how large I am."

"Bit hard not to," she mumbled. "I'll try. I don't want you mad."

"I'm not mad at you, just getting a bit of whiplash with how blunt your mom was. Forgive me for asking, but how is she?"

Wendy chewed on her bacon for a bit before answering him. He was aware the prey species could eat meat, but the fact she'd cooked nearly a whole pound and split it between them made him wonder if she got more of his genes then she was aware of.

"Should have made it a little crispier. Mom's doing okay, not very happy with me right now, for reasons I kinda get. But I'm 15, so in rabbit land I'm old enough to figure things out myself, and it's not like I wasn't already kind of independent with the way the family is... Ah, sorry. She's bigger then you remember her, nice figure. Said mean things about you when I was younger, but I think it was grandpa pushing her to. He was the kind of guy who wouldn't let us sound like other kids, uhh, like, that kind of stuff, so if I don't sound my age, it's just habit at this point."

"I never... she said her family was odd but I thought they knew about me and were okay with it."

"Yeah, he made us all think you were some gross sleazeball who bailed on mom and would never raise us right. Well, until Aunt Winnie admitted what she did, the bitch, then he just stopped talking about you completely. But uh, when I got older, she said you were a good man if a bit, what's the word she used."

"Dumb?"

"No, like, smart but lazy, prone to doing impulsive things like answer the door with a half boner."

Chris sighed heavily, his tired eyes looking at the rabbit as she sipped her coffee. He wasn't aware girls her age even liked the stuff.

"Underachiever, that's it."

"I don't think answering the door like that was underachievement."

"No, I guess not. Easygoing?"

"Anyway, what made her mad at you?"

"Mmph, that's a personal topic. Let me clean up here, and we can talk in the front room."

"That bad?"

"You're going to find it uncomfortable, but I want to be honest with you if we're going to have a relationship."

Chris walked into the front room and sat on the couch, debating if he should go put on pants like a decent person, when he sighed and adjusted himself again. She'd seen his crotch enough she was making jokes, and hiding it now wouldn't do anything but make the girl comment even more about 'how it's a bit late for modesty.' Best to pretend it isn't a problem, he thought. She'll just laugh it off.

Once the clattering and washing of items in the sink ended, the girl wandered in and sat across from him at first, sinking into the seat with her legs open, before she blushed and got up, and opted to sit next to her father instead. Wendy smiled warmly as she plopped next to him, her breasts shaking. Chris felt she knew how little her underwear covered, and it was clear she wasn't wearing a bra, but he didn't want to press the issue, as the sexual tension had been awkward enough that morning.

"Wendy, before we have a real heart to heart here, I just want to warn you that I tend to be a disappointment to a lot of people. You know, they get these ideas about some charismatic, tall, handsome man, and they come away with nothing like they wanted."

Wendy turned to her father with a worried expression and hugged him, startling the man.

"Why are you trying to push me away before I even know you? I know you aren't perfect, I figured that at when you answered the door with a- hahaha!"

She laughed, shaking as she held herself against him. Chris scrunched up his muzzle at how *easily* she took a situation that would have driven anyone else off immediately.

"I mean, did you not find a tired, gross, lazy coyote in his mid 30s who only gets by on his programming skills?"

"I found a tired lazy coyote man in his mid 30s, who is my dad, and isn't gross."

He gave up on being gentlemanly and sighed, opting to join her in not caring anymore.

"Not even with my dick trying to show itself off?"

"Dad, honestly, if I was going to see you as gross I wouldn't have come in after you adjusted yourself. How hard do you sleep?

"I guess hard enough it took me a while to clear my head." 

"And apparently hard enough you snake down your leg like a stud." 

"Wendy."

"I'm a rabbit, we have to just roll with it because in a warren everyone is fucking someone else at some point, family or not. So if I see things like that, I just try not to make it too uncomfortable, that I'm not offended.

"I appreciate the attempt I guess."

He could feel her attempts to calm him down with how hard she hugged him, doing what she could to keep her eyes away from his groin, He put his arm around the girl, and she inhaled suddenly, then snuggled against him, smiling.

"I'm not trying to push you away, just asking you to be realistic about me."

"You're doing fine, dad."

They sat for a while, entwined in a hug, Wendy leaned against him with her head on his shoulder. It'd been so long since he'd felt any form of affectionate touch from someone else, that the issue it was a daughter he'd only known for a short while-and who he'd made keenly aware of his manhood-didn't really matter anymore. He shook gently as he exhaled, causing her to squeeze him gently.

"You okay?"

"I'm just missing a feeling I hadn't had in a while."

"Glad to help."

"So, why is your mom mad at you?"

"Oh boy."

He felt the rabbit shift uncomfortably next to him, unsure what she could have possibly done to upset her mother enough that she'd left, unless...

"Was your stepdad in boxers or something? Jokes that he didn't take as well as me?"

He laughed uneasily, hoping she'd rib him back, but he felt her tense up.

"He was getting out of the shower, and I... went for it. I stuffed his dick in my mouth."

"Well that... yeah. Wow."

"He freaked out, I ran, Mom chased me with a stick and yelled at me about trying to steal her husband. Not the fact I inhaled my stepdad's cock, that I was competition."

"I... need to understand something here, Wendy. Hold on."

"Okay."

"Rabbits, there's a lot of kids usually?"

"5 to 8 if in species, only 1 if cross, from what I was taught."

"And you mentioned sex is... casual." 

"Well, between siblings, cousins. Maybe parents if they allow it, and mom does NOT."

"Yes, I can tell that. So, WHY did you try to blow him?"

The girl was uncomfortably silent as she shook against him, before exhaling and sitting up, looking him in the eyes as she held his hand.

"Well, after years of him being good to me but a little distant, we had a good thing going, you know, in spite of who my dad really was. He was trying and I know they were tired and sometimes too tired for sex... so I thought... I don't know. Something deep inside me said if I fucked him I'd be helping them out with things."

"Wait, okay, so you felt if you were having sex with your stepdad, which rabbits do not see as a bad thing, it might help he and your mom? With what, stress?"

"Well that and I thought maybe we'd get an even better bond. I'm guessing this isn't a thing for coyotes."

Chris felt like this conversation was absolutely not appropriate to have, but the girl's pleading eyes and her worries he was going to push her away made him hesitate. She began to caress his hand with her other one, and in spite of the warning his body was giving him, he swallowed his fears and chose to be completely honest. 

"Well, not with my family, no. I think my mom would have whipped my ass if I actually tried anything. Even if I did peep on her when I was I dunno, 12."

"And?" 

"Well it wasn't the worst thing I ever saw. Why am I telling you this? I never told anyone that."

Wendy pulled his hand up to her face and nuzzled it.

"Well, maybe if we're completely open there's no surprises."

"I worry we're making choices we might regret."

"Only if we don't give each other a chance, dad."

The man looked away from her, taking great effort to avoid her piercing gaze, if for no reason than to keep his cock under control.

"So, your mom made you leave?"

"Well, no. When she calmed down and we talked, she wasn't going to just let it go, but she understood... how to say it. My hormones will do a lot of the thinking, and maybe if I go see my real dad, he can provide... uh, guidance and structure. And I'm not a risk for trying to blow Will again. So, I asked around where you lived, and, well, I got your address and got up early and... I hoped my dad wouldn't just slam the door on me and call me a fake."

"I don't do that to people. Well, slam doors."

"And me being fake?"

"Wendy you look exactly like me minus the whole rabbit body thing. The eyes alone were a giveaway. I don't think you getting proof you had coyote in you was even necessary. And if your mom had just told me, I'd have done what I could to care for you both and married her. It kind of hurts I wasn't ever told."

She leaned back into him nuzzling under his chin, to his surprise.

"I'm so sorry. Grandpa was an asshole about it and mom was too scared of him to do anything until she moved away. But you have me now, right?"

"I do, yes."

"And I have you. And you're sticking out of your boxers again. Wow."

Chris frowned as he looked down, his cock standing straight up through the hole. The intense emotions he'd felt from her touch made him so rock hard he wasn't sure why he hadn't noticed, too lost in the moment. He looked sideways to Wendy, who wasn't attempting to hide her fascination, and whose nipples had very visibly hardened as they rubbed against him.

"That's a lot bigger than Will."

"Yeah, can you maybe look somewhere else until that goes down?"

"I can try, but I doubt it. I have questions I want to ask you."

"I'm sure you do. Please don't make them about my erection."

"That might be a little harder. You said you loved mom?"

"If she didn't tell you, I'll start from the top. We met at a college party, and she came onto me hard, like practically climbing on me, and after we downed our drinks, we went into the back and, well, it was my first time."

"Aww. I didn't know that, she said you were like some alpha stud cutie."

"Hell no, your mom was my first, but she knew she was, and it's why she wanted me. Woke me up with another round of hard sex and a promise that I'd be hers. And we did it all the time, like jeez, I was sore, but my god she was the light of my life with how devoted she was to me, we spent every moment we could together. I'd only been with her six weeks or so, but... it was promising. Then just... gone."

"She never told me this. And here I am looking a lot like her when you were together, that can't be easy."

"It isn't, because I loved her that much, and it's why the damned thing won't stay down when you're holding me."

"Dad, am I beautiful?"

"You're as pretty as your mother, even if you have my colors. This isn't a good time to ask, but I think you knew that."

He felt her eyes locked onto his rigid mass, and felt her heartbeat quicken. Chris was incredibly nervous as his daughter appraised him, not showing a hint of shame as she rubbed his thigh.

"Wendy..."

"Dad, do you love me enough to trust me?"

"That's not an easy question to answer, we've only been talking an hour and a half."

"Well you didn't go put on pants, so you trust me enough to let me stare at your big cock."

"Wendy, please."

"That thing is so hard it's shaking. When was the last time you got laid?"

"That's not an appropriate... We have to stop."

"Please, let me stay with you and I'll help with chores, and keep your balls empty~"

"You can stay but... don't touch..."

He felt her hand encircle his shaft and inhaled sharply, though when he tried to get up she held onto him.

"It's so hard. I feel... I want to suck it. Please?"

"Wendy we absolutely shouldn't..."

The girl suddenly leapt up and undressed, peeling her soaked panties and shirt off faster than Chris could react, then pushed him over onto his back, to sit on his chest. Her surprisingly strong legs locked him under her, and her potent, sweet smelling juices overwhelmed him, making him dizzy from the rush. He felt his cock slip into her mouth, and when he tried to look down, her large, heart shaped ass was in his face, her pussy just inches from his muzzle. He wasn't sure why she left her skirt on, but it didn't matter, as her scent unlocked old memories of her mother, making him even harder, and the girl cooed in delight. He felt her fondling his balls, massaging the sack gently as she bobbed on him. 

He didn't want to keep staring at the juicy ass in front of him, feeling shame that his daughter's undercarriage would easily be his for the taking if he wanted it. He was too deep into things now, and even if he protested, he doubted the ravenous girl on his chest was letting him up until he came. His hot breath mixed with the moisture of her folds, and she shuddered happily, shaking her rear at him.

"Mmm, you can touch it if you want to, daddy~ it's all yours..."

Chris sighed and closed his eyes, sticking his tongue out to lap at her wet cunt. She had a floral, sweet flavor, pleasant to his tastes, and as he pushed his tongue inside her, Wendy shook, her pent up need for sex causing her to cum suddenly.

"Angghhhgggaaaahhh... oh my god dad... don't stop."

He completely gave in as her strong smells overwhelmed his canid nose, and he tongue-fucked his daughter, the girl moaning and shaking as she sucked his cock in turn, his mass entering her warm, tight throat. He wouldn't last long inside her mouth like that, and felt he should at least warn her.

"Wendy... going to..."

"Mmmhmm~"

He almost pressed his muzzle inside the girl as he came, his nose between her folds as he bucked into her mouth with the limited movement he could manage. She swallowed every drop, making sure he couldn't shake her off, then as she let his cock free, she kissed the mass and rubbed her cunt on his face.

"Poor daddy, you were so pent up. That was a LOT of cum."

"Easy with the daddy, makes me nervous."

"Not even as a tease?"

"It makes me think of 'little girl' play and I'm not going there."

"Well, how about if I promise it's just teasing?"

"We'll see. Get your ass out of my face."

Wendy responded by sitting up, pressing her pussy onto him and groaning as his nose nearly pressed in, then got off and turned around, laying on top of him and licking his face clean.

"Can I have a kiss?"

The man obliged, pecking her on the lips, and wrapped his arms around her with a sigh.

"What have you done to me, girl? Was this why you came?"

"I thought you said I can stay."

"I did, but I want to know if this was planned."

"No. I came wanting to see if my dad would accept me and that we could have a normal relationship."

"What happened?"

"'Big dick and hormonal bunny' happened. 'Don't care if he's my dad I need that cock' happened."

"When?"

"Before I ever came in. When I saw it in the kitchen. When it was so hard it was practically calling out to me just a moment ago."

"God help us both."

"Dad, did I mess everything up? I want you to love me and... I didn't really think if sucking you off would help that."

"You're my girl, I love you by default. I love you because you're almost the striking image of your mother. I love you because in spite of my horrible first impressions, you chose to come inside, cook for me, and bare your heart and soul to me. I do love you, Wendy, and I hope it grows even more. And no I don't mean my... you get me."

"I do. But I just wanted to help and the horny took over."

"I can't say I expected you to clean my pipes because you thought they were clogged. Guessing rabbit thing."

"Yeah. Didn't expect you to tongue me like that though. Looking forward to that again."

Wendy gently kissed his face as he sighed. His hand went to her plump rear, holding a cheek and gently squeezing.

"You like it?"

"It's pretty nice. Look, I'd say this was wrong, but you didn't seem to care one bit, and... god, I missed being touched, loved, caressed so much that I don't give a shit now. But we have to have rules about this. Outside, you are my daughter, I am your father, we cannot be as affectionate as you are here."

"I can't get naked and lay on top of you at the store? How awful."

"Please take me seriously."

Wendy kissed and nuzzled him again, smiling lovingly at him.

"I'll behave, promise. Good girl in the streets, bad girl in the sheets."

"I choose not to address that. And about the daddy thing, try to limit that. I know you're all about that weird goth stuff and being super kinky, and... just use it sparingly."

"Only when my daddy is about to cum inside me, then."

"Whatever. We can work on it more later."

"Okay, I promise I'll try not to ONLY be a horny little slut. I want to actually earn your praise by helping however I can, cooking, cleaning, shopping."

"Finishing high school and maybe college."

"I hope my dad doesn't think I plan to up and leave him."

"Your dad wouldn't mind that much if you stayed with him to be his mate, as I'm not going back to the dating game. But if you find a nice boy, one I approve of, then I won't stand in your way. Daughter first, wife second."

"I like you calling me your wife."

"Second, I said."

"Hey, dad?"

"Yes?"

"What were your first thoughts when you saw me?"

"That you were a smoking hot young thing and a guy my age shouldn't have such feelings. You?"

"My dad is a sexy, hung stud and if he invites me in I need that inside me."

Chris growled and she giggled in response.

"There's no way I'm that good looking."

"You really are a good looking guy, honest. The crotch sausage was just a bonus, I'd fuck you with one half this size."

"I'm not THAT big, come on."

"You're big enough to fill me up, but still a good size to swallow."

He snorted with a laugh as the girl smiled at him.

"Okay, okay, the flattery is working. Apparently I'm one of those DILFs."

"Ugh, never say that."

"I have to annoy you a little, it's my dad job. Anyway, that was all?"

Wendy nuzzled her father and kissed his cheek with a sigh, her loving eyes betraying that she'd known more about him than she let on.

"Honestly, I knew you were lonely before I knocked, and hoped if you had a daughter you'd be happy there was someone there to care for you. The rest was all just a bonus, and gave me more ways to make my dad happy, if he'll let me."

"I'm happy enough I made a beautiful, smart daughter."

"And..."

"And she's got a sweet if overly assertive personality in spite of her choice of clothes?"

Aaaaaand..."

"And an amazing body that makes me so hard it hurts, fine."

"And that she's happy to let you use it however you want~"

"Yes."

"She's in the kitchen, bent over at the fridge, her big butt just there to slip your big, thick cock in."

"I get it, Wendy."

"Wish you came and took it when I was doing it earlier."

"I knew it. Neither of us were ready yet."

He felt her reach for his cock and stroke it, slowly rising in her hand as she kissed him again.

"I am now~"

"Hang on, let me get my boxers off at least."

He lifted his ass and Wendy pulled them off him, a smoky fire in her eyes. She immediately leapt onto him and pinned him again, then reached down and grabbed onto him to align his cock with her entrance and pushed in a single motion, slipping him into her tight, burning pussy before he could react. She struggled at first to get him to fit, but as she picked up momentum her walls eased up and let him in easily. She slammed her hips down on him several times to get a feel for his mass, knocking the wind out of him, before leaning into him for a hug as she paused.

"Are you okay?"

"Just had to get used to you being inside me~ Can I say it?"

"Wait until I'm close, sweetie."

Wendy began to ride him hard, her cheeks clapping against his balls as she took both his hands into hers. Chris could only hold on as the girl desperately rode him, her slick, tight walls only just accommodating him inside her, much tighter than she was just moments ago. Suddenly, her insides relaxed, then contracted, then relaxed again rhythmically, and to his shock, she was actively milking his cock as she fucked him. He had no idea how she could do it, but it felt amazing, and he wrapped his arms around her when she leaned back into him, her body beginning to shake.

"Ngh... I love you, daddy~"

Chris felt his balls contract, and held Wendy tightly against him as he came deep inside her, gritting his teeth. Each slam on his hips made her cry out, and with the sultriest tone he'd heard her use, she caught him my surprise yet again.

"Breed me daddy, cream my pussy~"

"No... noooo babies..."

The girl clung to him until he finally stopped moving, then kissed him sensually on the lips, keeping him inside her.

"No babies. Not yet, anyway. That doesn't mean kids in rabbit, just that you fill my needy little pussy with your big, thick cock and load. And you came so much, I can feel it deep inside me."

"Yeah, I wasn't backed up, I just cum a LOT."

"Like 3 times my cousins. Jeez, you're... what's that word. Virile."

"Why thank you. And I'm still so damned hard, you little sex demon."

"Dad, I want more. I need more."

Chris felt an impulse deep in him, one of beast, of predator. One he hadn't felt in a long long time, not since her mother. He flipped her over and loomed over the shocked bunny, eyes full of fire and hunger, then leaned into her, pushing her legs against her chest as his cock pulsed inside her. 

"Ngh, okay, you want to be bred, I'm going to breed you right now, my way, little bunny."

His mass drilled deep inside of her as his balls slapped off her cheeks, his primal desire to put her in a mating press one she could have never expected. Wendy was thrilled her father was taking her like this, making her his to take as he wished. The girl was reduced to crying out and moaning as he pounded her cunt, his thick meat reaming her insides and making them quiver.

Chris was in a fog, memories of his heated tryst with Mina mixing themselves with the hard fucking he was giving Wendy, and as his body twitched, he gave into her. 

"Daddy is going to fill you up again..."

"Fill my pussy up, Daddy~"

The man lifted her up to him in a hug as he came inside her, and she wrapped her arms around him, embracing him as her cunt got its second dose of his seed, hot, sticky, and meant for her and her alone. Finally, he pulled out of her and rolled onto his back with her on top of him again. She kissed him sensually, their transformation into lovers complete.

"God, any more of that and you're on top. My back is sore."

"And that, dad, is why you need me. I have to make sure your pipes are clear and your balls maintained. You're not in shape enough to be breeding rabbits yet, even if your cock wants to keep going."

"I'm also in my 30s, Wendy."

"Then I'll help strengthen your sexy hunk body. So, Can I stay with you, please?"

"I thought I said yes already, twice."

"I just wanted to make sure you weren't gonna change your mind after blowing a load into your daughter's tight little pussy."

"Two loads. No, I was going to try to be a dad even if you got grossed out."

"Yeah, but I mean living here."

"I said yes, recall."

"Just wanted to be sure. Hey, you're still hard, woah."

The two looked down in surprise as Chris's cock held on, defiant of any attempts to wear it down.

"Yeah, I see that. Lord, I haven't been like this since your mom. What have you done to me?" 

"Just doing what she would have. Wanna fuck me in the ass? I wanna see if it'll fit there, too."

"Oh god you're going to turn me into a husk, girl."

"Okayyyy I'll give you a while. Need to take those pills the cougar lady down the street gave me when I asked if this was the right address." 

Chris's eyes followed the rabbit's perky rear as she crawled to her purse, knowing exactly who she was referring to.

"Pills? What pills? When your mom took pills, it ended up making you, recall." 

"Well these here are, uhhh.... 'Anal-EZ relaxant and cleanser, for worry-free cumming in your daughter's tight butt.'"

"Uh huh. That's a lot of very specific text for a box that size." 

"I might have made some of that up. Oh some is on the back, like 'it'll make you like cumming your daughter's butt all the time,' and... oh. A warning about things like gas. Boy, I hope not, that'd make this weird." 

"Don't be crass, Wendy. I live alone but I have manners."

"I first met you with your dick straining against your leg, I'm allowed to joke about us, but I'll stop. By the way dad, Mom knew we'd do this. She said I was too much like her and it would drive you crazy until you gave in."

"Well leave the part about flipping you over and fucking you like we were feral out."

"I'd be more shy about telling her you got inside my tight little ass within a couple hours of me showing up."

"You tell her whatever you want, I give up."

"No worries, dad. Hey, after I get this pill in, I want to suck on your balls while we wait."

Chris watched as she lubed her puckering hole and pushed a pill inside it, moaning as she fingered her ass briefly.

"I hope you feel half as good as that does."

"Wendy, I'm a bit too tired for teasing after how hard we screwed. Just get to sucking my sack." 

"You got it dad. I love you." 

"Love you too, sweetheart." 

"Aw, daddy loves me." 

"Daddy loves you sucking his balls, Wendy. Get to it."

"Mmmhmm!"

The girl quickly dragged a tongue over his dangling sack as he put his arms behind his head. If he was going to be sore tomorrow, his daughter was going to make it worth it.

-----

"When did you say your mother was going to be here again?"

Chris sat on the couch nervously as his daughter finished dusting his furniture. In the weeks since she'd surprised the rest of her family by proudly telling them Chris was thrilled to meet her and was going to let her move in, the two had bonded beyond their expectations. Wendy, as ravenously horny as she was, settled into a mixed housewife/daughter role she balanced out in ways even Chris was amused by. The girl bent over to dust the bottom shelves of a bookcase, forgoing underwear as she swayed her rear at him.

Mina had been completely unsurprised when Wendy told her what had happened when they met, and told her daughter about Chris' natural charm and lack of awareness when it came to just how big he was had set the stage for their relationship at the party, when his response to her teasing "the good looking coyote" was to grow down his pant leg as he chatted her up. The two shared a giggle before she made Wendy promise to never bring it up unless she was there, and that she'd come see them after things settled down, thrilled to hear Chris was happy with things.

The two were nearly inseparable when they went out for errands, she insistent on holding his hand when she could and showing no hints of shame when affectionate. To her credit, she was never inappropriate or boldly excessive, so no one paid them more than a second glance. It was immediately obvious they were father and daughter with how much they looked alike, and sometimes Chris received compliments on how good of a dad he was.

He thanked them, quickly moving along and pushing the idea of what they did in private into the back of his mind, thankful Wendy was tactful enough to wait until they were home to tease him about it.

At home, when she wasn't draining Chris of every ounce of semen he had, Wendy was more of a traditional housewife than he'd ever ask her to be, doing the cooking and housework before and after classes, and making time to maintain his needs whenever he was stressed or her bunny instincts told her it was time again.

At first, he thought her hormones would settle down and she'd revert to being just his daughter, but as the weeks began to turn into months, the girl only wanted him even more, calling him her husband late at night as they drifted off. Those tender moments moved him more than he wanted to admit, and as much as his fatherly side hoped she'd find someone else, he wouldn't mind if she stalled the rest of their lives.

"-be on her way. Hey, dad, wake up."

The coyote jumped slightly as Wendy stood in front of him, back in the present.

"You okay? You had that far away look."

"Mmm yeah, just. What did you say again?"

"She said an hour, so she should be on her way. I finished my chores, but I guess we don't have time to fool around?"

"Even if she knows what we're doing, I don't think she wants to come in on you riding me. Go put some underwear on, speaking of."

The girl bent over and rubbed at herself with a wink, "Do I haaaaave to?"

"Get in there and get them on, you know I can smell that and don't want to embarrass myself in front of Mina, so do me a favor and knock it off."

"Okay, okay, I get it. Sorry."

She frowned as she walked down the hall, but then turned around and blew her father a kiss before disappearing into her room. She never got too upset when Chris was firm with her, even the largest arguments where she stomped off angry resolved within an hour by her coming back and wanting to cuddle as apology.

"Thank you, love."

"Love you too dad," echoed down the hall.

She returned with a grey shirt, and to Chris's amusement, a bra on. The rabbit lifted her skirt to show him the grey flower patterned thong panties, and when he gave her a thumbs, up, she smooched him on the face as she sat next to him.

"I didn't say you had to wear a bra."

"I know, but I figure we can give mom a good impression. I was going to put them on, you know."

"I know, you like me to look at your cute butt. But we have to practice this whole 'parent-child' thing, I can't just let you do whatever you want."

The girl turned to him with a grin.

"Why thank you, daddy, you have a very cute butt too."

"Wendy."

She sighed and leaned back to match his posture, making him smile.

"Yeah, I know, but I'm doing good in school, and I keep the place clean, cook. And I am never inappropriate in public. Right?"

"Right."

"So what do I have to work on?"

"Your bluff."

"What?"

"Look, when we're alone we both know you're as much my lover, girlfriend, mate, whatever you want to call it as you are my girl. But, some people are going to ask questions or watch closely enough to see little tells, and in those moments, maybe we need more restraint than normal. Ah hell, why am I telling you all this, you're practically running my house and don't even fight me that hard. And then you get over it quickly."

"If it helps it's because I'm more interested in making you happy than making you mad. I get it, though. If someone is staring too hard, straighten up and behave for your sake."

"Close enough."

She squeezed his hand before getting up to answer the door, and the first comment he heard was from a familiar voice, thought slightly older. "Wow, a bra? He really has gotten to you."

A white rabbit with black hair, brown accents around her ears, eyes and mouth walked through the threshold, and aside from the years making her hips and chest noticeably larger, Mina was almost the mirror image of Wendy, outside their colors. The coyote was shocked.

"Oh my god."

"Chris, you're as cute as the day we met."

"I uh... thank you. Here, sit down, I have plenty of room."

"Ah, I can't stay long, just a few minutes. Peter is sick and Will has to work. Peter is one of my sons, needy kid. I just haven't seen Wendy since she moved all her stuff out and well, you know. Came to see if she was making you suffer much."

"Ah, heheh, no, not in ways that... er, no, no she's been a good kid. Hell, she keeps my place up while I work, you know, wake up, tend to dad, school, homework, clean, tend to dad. She's been a blessing for the most part."

The woman noticed his pause and smiled. "Yes, she told me how she fell into helping you out pretty quickly. You don't change much, if you remember how we met."

"I do, it kind of plays back in my head sometimes. I was just yapping up a storm and... you know. Good thing you had already made up your mind."

He stood there, worried look on his face as he tried to smile. Wendy didn't dare break the silence between the two, opting to squeeze his hand again before she went into the kitchen.

"I'd say it's good to see you, Chris, but I can tell you're not comfortable with me here."

"It isn't... I'm not mad."

The woman frowned, looking at the floor as she wringed her hands.

"You should be. I just disappeared, even with how much you loved me. Left with your child."

"I didn't know, and you said it was your dad that made you right? Threatened you."

"Yes, convinced everyone you were the devil until Winnie 'fessed up. Never forgave that bitch. Or myself."

"Why should I be mad at you? I don't... it's hard to explain why I'm not."

Mina looked at him with a pained expression. Even after the years of regret and absolute certainty he'd spit at her name if he ever saw her again, he was the same romantic she'd known in college. 

"Because I could have fought back and I didn't... I was a coward, but I feared being thrown out of my warren. It hurt me so much to do it. I wanted us to have a life, but..."

"But sometimes life doesn't care what we want. And you have one, regardless, just not what we wanted."

He looked down at the floor, clearly  trying to hold back tears.

"I do love Will, don't take it the wrong way. As much as I wish it'd been different..."

"I still love you Mina, but no, I'm not standing in the way of that. Besides, even if we have different lives now, we have Wendy, so there's still a good ending."

"True, as troublesome as she can be. I'm glad you two get along so well, even if she... well. Rabbits, you know us."

"Boy do I."

A voice from the kitchen piped up, making both wince, "I'm a good replacement too!"

They both turned toward the kitchen voices raised in unison, "Not appropriate!"

Mina giggled as she looked at Chris, who smiled, embarrassed.

"You ARE acting like her father, right?"

"I try. I'm not a total pushover, you know, just need more practice."

"I know you do, Chris. Just make sure to remember she does still need parenting. And Wendy, I know you can hear me, give the poor man a break sometimes."

"Fiiiiiiine."

Mina looked at her phone, and sighed, frustrated at a text she'd just gotten.

"I have to go, he'll start blowing my phone up soon. Chris, one of these days we should have lunch, as friends. Maybe work past the guilt?"

"I'd like that. I could use some more friends."

"Until then. You two take good care of each other and remember what I said."

Wendy came back into the room with a cup of coffee, and they watched as she drove away. She handed him the cup, and both sat down before speaking again. The rabbit leaned into her father, gently rubbing her nose against his cheek.

"What did she mean by parenting?"

The coyote took a sip, then smiled as he looked sideways at her.
 
"Means you need a little correction sometimes."

She shifted onto her back, laying in his lap with a pouty face. He laughed at the comical expression.

"Don't you go taking my cuddle time away."

"I'd never do that unless you did something really bad, but let's not tell her that."

"How bad?"

He scratched his face, pretending to be deep in thought. Why not admit his feelings, he decided.

"Leaving your old man for some young buck that's not good enough for you."

"Oh I wouldn't worry about that, daddy~ not too many men measure up to you."

"That's not the only thing you should be looking for."

"I meant your loving heart, your tender hugs, come oooon."

"I dunno, maybe someone will come along with all my assets, you'll just have to go with him and then no more gargling my balls before bed, shame."

Wendy sat up and hugged him, nuzzling his face. 

"Joking aside, I'm not looking, not interested, and if I want a child, I think you'd be a good daddy-grandpa. Years from now, and with your permission of course. Right now though, mmm. I want you inside me because I love you so much."

Chris sighed at the needy look on her face, not wanting to humor her thoughts openly, not for a long time, anyway. She crawled into the floor and reached into his shorts, and he lifted his hips to let her pull them down. He then sat back with a smile as she pulled her panties off, knowing he liked it when she kept her skirt on. 

The rabbit dragged her tongue over him to get him hard, her affectionate grey eyes making his chest tingle. Once he was ready, she grabbed him with one hand and slid down on his thick shaft. He leaned the seat back, allowing her to sit more comfortably and she kissed him on the mouth as she wrapped her arms around him and began to move her hips. 

"Better?"

"Mmhmm. Love you, daddy~"

"Love you too, sweetie. When you're done we need to make lunch, okay?"

"Uhnh~ I'll make it for you. Reward my daddy for giving me cock."

"You sure?"

She nodded happily as she rode him, panting as her soft cheeks jiggled with each impact on his legs. He chuckled at her bright smile, then closed his eyes, content with the life they had.

"That's my girl."

End