Vera’s father observed politely as his daughter ground out the last few questions of her homework. She pensively gnawed at the end of a pencil as she worked, her focused gaze strangely out of place on her young face. Sam, as her dad, couldn’t help but find it strangely cute; seeing her in her summer dress, only 9 years old, yet with such a determined expression he could picture her all grown up, working hard on something far more important than her long division.

“You ready for dinner, sugarbutt?” he grinned, gesturing with the two overflowing plates of ham sandwiches he was carrying. “Mmhmm!” nodded Vera as she signed her name carefully at the top of the page.

Her father sat down at the dining table opposite Vera, and slid one of the plates across the table, into her eager, outstretched arms. The two munched happily at their meals, enjoying the peace of the cool summer evening. Sam had been working in the garden that day, and was just wearing a pair of cargo shorts, letting his aching body catch more of the evening breeze.

Vera loved her dad’s sandwiches, but couldn’t help but feel a little bit ill at ease. Ever since her mother had passed away a year ago, her father had been strangely… absent. Working in the garden was one of the ways this manifested. He was always keeping himself busy in some way. Vera didn’t realise it yet, but just like her, Sam was still mourning, and he used his industrious nature to distract himself from his newfound solitude.

She shook her head to clear the cobwebs and focused on savouring the moment, this precious time where she could actually enjoy her father’s presence. She’d been raising herself a lot lately. On the upside, Sam’s work had lead to a lot of improvements in the house. Every room was beautifully decorated and pristinely clean. The food on the table each night was carefully prepared with the skill of a professional. Best of all, Sam had renovated the bathroom, and where there had once been an aging bathtub and moulding tiles, now stood a luxurious jacuzzi and modernist corner wetroom. There was even a mini sauna. Vera felt a little bit guilty knowing these luxuries only came at the passing of her mother, but tried to enjoy them nonetheless.

The pair chatted over their meal; Sam had just finished setting up some new flowerbeds, and Vera smiled and thought of all the flowers she’d be able to plant. They might even be able to start growing their own vegetables.

Once they wrapped up their meal, Sam took the plates and started washing up. “Hey squirt,” he called over his shoulder, “how about you start running us a bath? We’ll scrub up and get ready for bed.” Vera grinned. “Can we use the bubble bath stuff, please?” she asked pleadingly. “Sure thing. Lavender sounds good right about now,” replied Sam, rubbing his sore shoulders.

Vera ran upstairs, taking them two at a time, and headed in to the bathroom. The size of the new tub took her by surprise every time; it was more like a miniature pool, and they’d had to get a contracted to install more supporting woodwork under the bathroom to make sure the floor didn’t collapse under the extra weight when it was full. She opened the bottle of Lavender Fresh bubble bath, and took a deep whiff of the heady scent. It always made her feel sleepy and cozy. With a grin, she poured a generous amount under the faucet, and started to run the water. Before long, the thick, aromatic smell filled the whole house as the steam wafted from the surface of the water.

She dashed to her room and quickly stripped out of her dress. While she herself couldn’t quite appreciate it, any onlooker would have been stunned; her soft aubergine fur was as dense and soft as cappucino foam, and only became softer and more luscious the lower on her body it went. She ran a curious hand across her navel, and shivered slightly. It was like caressing whipped cream. Lower still, the fur began to thin slightly, revealing the pink lips of her little cunny, hairless save for the tiniest whisps of peach fuzz.

Vera heard a voice call up the stairs. “Honey, hop in when you’re ready! I’ll be up soon!”

Vera grinned and skipped in to the bathroom, before taking a 1-2 hop and splashing into the toasty depths of the lavender-scented water. For a moment, everything was silent, before her head popped up out of the water, spluttering and giggling. The warmth enveloped her, and the currents of stirred-up water danced across her fur, a thousand gently stroking hands all at once. It was so peaceful, she almost began to drift off, but soon the heavy footsteps of her father jolted her back to alertness.

He stood in the doorway, proudly naked. Since her mother had passed away, the pair had become a lot closer; they had to rely on one another now. Besides, they were family, and they’d both seen one another in the nude before. For them, it was pretty normal. His grey fur was perfectly sculpted against his strong, masculine form, and his sheath and balls hung proudly between his legs. Still, Vera couldn’t help but blush.

“Make room, make room!” he chuckled as he stepped in to the bath. He winced as his leg sank beneath the surface of the water. “Yikes, you like it hot, don’t you?” he gasped, locking up for a moment as he let his foot adjust to the temperature. “Yup! Extra comfy!” giggled Vera, splashing around amongst the bubbles. Sam sighed in exasperation and slowly sank into the painful, yet strangely welcoming heat, and sighed in pleasure as his worn muscles finally began to relax and untense against the invading warmth.

He slung his arms over the rim of the tub and eased himself into a more relaxed position, legs stretched wide. Vera felt a foot brush against her leg under the water, and jumped slightly. A guilty tingle rumbled across her skin from where Sam touched her, which she tried to ignore as best as possible. A little voice in the back of her head told her she liked it, told her to touch and to feel, but she shook those disgusting thoughts from her head. She knew what happened when she listened to those thoughts.

Vera looked up at her father, and blushed as she realised he was staring at her. That was another new facet in her life since her mother died; something changed in her father’s eyes. It was a change she couldn’t describe, at least not accurately. Where once there had been love, always love, now there was something else… a smoky wisp of… hunger? At least, that’s how it seemed.

“C-can we have the bubbles on?” stuttered Vera, suddenly feeling very self-conscious as her father’s eyes played sinfully across her body through the water. “Oh, sure!” her dad laughed, a slight nervous twinge in his voice. He reached over and pressed a button near the faucet, and a rumbling whirr began to bellow from the depths of the jacuzzi. The water quickly foamed and frothed to a dense white as the jets engaged; Sam couldn’t deny being somewhat grateful for their cover, as he felt his cock hardening and beginning to slip from it’s sheathe.

He felt terrible. He knew these desires he was having were wrong, were evil… yet, since his wife had passed, little Vera had been his only real company, and she was very pretty. Sometimes, he had dreams at night, deep lucid fantasies where he made love to his young daughter, took her entirely and made her his… but he knew that it was just a fantasy, and a terrible one at that. He’d resigned himself to his solitude, and sworn never to try anything with Vera. Still, if she ever approached him… his cock twitched at the prospect.

The two began to notice the bubbles rising higher than usual. “Wait a second…” muttered Sam through the haze of steam and lavender. “Didn’t you put bubble bath in this?”

Vera spluttered through the rapidly rising foam. “Oops.”

The combination of bubble bath and jacuzzi jets had set off a chain reaction, and the foam was beginning to tumble from the sides of the tub. Vera was almost entirely submerged when her father stood and quickly rescued her from the all-consuming mound of bubbles, hoisting her over a shoulder in a fireman’s lift and stepping out of the water in to the brisk air. Vera’s eyes widened; even as he tried to hide it, she could see her father’s engorged member, and suddenly felt very queasy.

“Alright, let’s get dried off and sorted before the whole house is flooded!” chuckled Sam, as he killed the jets with a flick of a switch, careful to turn away from his daughter so as not to expose himself any more than he already was. Her father towelled Vera off, and while he tried to remain fatherly and dignified, he had to cross his legs one over the other to cover his privates; seeing his daughter’s body up this close, wet and glistening and perfect, was just too much for him.

Once the pair were dry and dressed, giggling as their fur stood on end against the sharp cold of the open air, Sam came and tucked Vera in to bed, her cotton pajamas tickling his fingers as he pulled the duvet over her. “Night night, sugarbutt. Don’t let the bed bugs bite!” He always said that, and Vera always found it strangely comforting.

As the door closed and the light faded, Vera closed her eyes, and tried to sleep. She could hear her father heading to bed himself. Hear him undressing. Hear the creak of the bed frame as he climbed in to bed in the next room.

The voice whispered once again. “Like you don’t want it, you slut.”

Vera moaned in frustration. “Marie, no, not tonight. I just wanna sleep.”

“Yes tonight. You see the way he looks at you. You know he wants to take you.”

The voice had started when Vera’s mother passed away, and had identified itself as Marie. The pair had “spoken” many times, and Vera never enjoyed the conversations. Marie was sick. Marie wanted her to do terrible things, naughty things. Whenever things were going badly, or Vera felt down or something strange happened, Marie would always crop up just to twist the knife.

“Just… shut up and let me sleep.”

Marie chuckled, the laugh bouncing around the walls of Vera’s head. “Sure thing. Sleep tight, slut.”

With that, the voice went silent. Back when Marie first appeared, Vera would have been terrified, but now she just felt exhausted, and she quickly fell into a deep, fitful sleep.

…

When she awoke, it was still dark. She could hear whispering, and she recognized the voice. It was Marie. She tried to speak, but found that while the words formed in her head, her mouth wouldn’t open to form them. She was completely paralyzed. Now her heart really did begin to pound with fear. “Shhh. Relax. You’ve kept me cooped up in here long enough, I just wanna take things for a little test drive,” sniggered Marie.

Vera felt a feeling she’d never felt before; her vision blurred, and the room span, as the sensation spread from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet. It was like there was a great elastic band inside her that had been plucked, reverberating throughout her form. As it passed over her privates, she felt a warmth, a heat, a tingle flood throughout her, pushing deep within. The sensation wasn’t painful, but it was scary.

Vera sat up. Or, was it Marie? Vera wasn’t in control anymore. “What are you doing?!” screamed Vera inside her own head, confused and terrified as her body sat up, as gracefully as if she’d commanded it herself, and stepped out of bed. “Getting you ready, of course…” muttered Marie. With that, Vera began to strip, pulling off her cotton jammies calmly, almost robotically. “Now shut up so I can work.”

With that, Vera sat back on the edge of the bed, and felt her right hand involuntarily begin to creep towards her privates. “No, stop, stop that! That’s mine!” she wailed silently. “Not any more. Didn’t daddy dearest teach you to share?” cackled Marie, as she began to rub gentle circles around her pink little clit. Vera moaned, equal parts terror and arousal coursing through her veins, adrenaline pumping, her skin crackling as if lightning itself played against it.

“Mmm, there we go, nice and wet and ready…” murmured Marie. Vera’s breath quickened, and her pulse rose. “No, no, please…” she cried out, trapped inside her own head. “Too late, slut. Let’s do this.”

With that, Marie guided Vera’s body out and into the corridor, creeping silently across the carpet so as not to wake her sleeping father. Vera tried with all her might to resist, but her hand rose, and gripped the doorknob, and opened the door. There he was. Sleeping above the duvet, completely naked in the warm summer night. Slowly, inexorably, Vera began to walk across the room, mouth dry, heart pounding. She could almost feel Marie putting a sensual sway in her hips as she approached her father.

“You know he wants it… you’ve seen how he looks at you… how hard he gets…” sighed Marie over Vera’s internal terrified wailing. “The least you can do is give him a little taste.”

With that, Vera climbed up and straddled her father, who mumbled in a sleepy daze. “V… Vera…?” he murmered through bleary eyes and the haze of sleep. “Yes daddy… I’m here,” Vera said, at Marie’s volition.

“Stop that! Stop it, please!” shouted Vera, but Marie ignored her. “Please. You’re not in control any more. You’re just along for the ride. Sit back and enjoy.”

Vera slid forward, trailing her juices along her father’s naked chest, spreading her pussy wide. She gasped as her clit ran over one of his nipples, before sliding across and pressing in to her father’s face. Almost automatically, he began to lick and suckle, running on dazed, sexually-frustrated autopilot. Shocks of pleasure bounced through Vera’s body, and she bounced and ground her cunt against the lapping wetness beneath her. She looked down and saw trickles of her juices running down her daddy’s face.

Sam’s eyes snapped open, and he realised what he was doing. He could feel his cock aching with arousal, and the smell of his daughter’s privates filled his nostrils, mingling with the scent of fresh linen and lavender soap. He reached up and pushed Vera off of his face. Internally, Vera sighed with relief, but Marie just cackled. “You’re not out the woods yet, sweetie. You’re about to see what all men… no, all people are really like.”

“Vera! What in gods… No, no, I can’t be angry, you don’t understand, it’s ok. You can’t do that, though! I’m your father!”

Marie took control, and began to tear up with the skill of a professional actress. “B-but… I thought that kind of thing was for when people loved each other a lot…” she said in her best innocent voice. “I love you, daddy… don’t you love me?”

Vera was screaming now, thrashing around inside her own head. She wanted to reach out, to give her dad a sign that this wasn’t ok, that she wasn’t in control. A fruitless endeavour; she was trapped, and at the tender mercies of Marie, her own personal demon.

“Of course I do, Vera. But this kind of thing, it… uh…”

Whatever Sam was going to say, it died in his throat. Vera had begun to slide her body back down his, and was now slowly rubbing her wet cunny against the length of her father’s cock, pressing it against his tummy as she rode it, kneading her juices into it. Sam groaned in pleasure, before hesitating.

For just a moment.

Vera felt his hands take her by the hips, and push her slowly down on to his thick, pulsing cock. She groaned and grunted as it’s size stretched her tight, tiny cunny out, and she winced as she felt a sudden resistance, followed by a sudden sharp pain and release, as her own father took her virginity. She didn’t cry. Marie wouldn’t let her. She just hissed in pleasure as she felt her own father moan as his daughter’s heat enveloped his cock, tight and wet.

Marie giggled inside Vera’s head. “How does it feel, knowing daddy took your virginity?”

Vera wept helplesslessly as the pain and pleasure intermingled, adrenaline blasting through her, waves of ice and fire dancing through her insides. “P-please, Marie, stop… make it stop…”

“Oh no, we’re not stopping yet,” replied Marie sadistically. Instead, Vera felt her mouth open, and against her will, words formed. “Please… daddy… fill me up! Pump my little pussy with your cum! I wanna be a mommy!” she cried out, insanity and lust personified. Sam’s aggression redoubled, and Vera could practically feel his cock hardening even more, stretching her to the limit as he picked her up and lay her on her back, before beginning to brutally fuck her hole, pounding in and out with wet, slopping thrusts.

Vera was screaming now, but her father was none the wiser as Marie puppeteered her moans from within. “Baby, oh sweet baby, I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum…” he moaned, panting and drooling as he hunched over his daughter, his thrusts quickening. “Do it! Please, oh daddy, please!”

With a savage roar, Sam pumped forward hard, and Vera screamed as his cock pressed as deep as it could go. She could feel the pumping inside her, waves of cum rolling and crashing against her cervix. The pressure built, and built, and the two moaned even harder as the pool of cum began to squirt inside Vera, filling up her womb, her tummy bulging with the pressure.

The two remained frozen in that moment, locked together, both terrified and enraptured by their lust. Squirts of cum sprayed out in the lock-tight gap between cock and pussy, drenching the pair. Slowly, their breathing steadied. Marie could still hear Vera weeping on the inside. “Don’t be sad… can’t you feel that tingle inside? You’re gonna be a mommy, now!” she giggled innocently. “We’re almost done. Just one more thing…”

Vera looked up into her father’s eyes, which were glazed with lust, and the afterglow of sated desire. “Daddy… please… make me yours forever… mark me…”

She reached down and gingerly pulled her dad’s cock out of her twitching, ruined pussy, and lay it down on her tummy, cum still drooling out and matting her fur. “Please… I want it…”

Sam nodded, animal lust and instinct taking over, as he began to mark his daughter with his piss, unleashing a stream of hot piss across Vera’s tummy and pussy. It was so warm, and Vera almost felt comforted by it’s intoxicating heat and scent. It reminded her of the bath.

“Thank… you…” gurgled Vera, as the pair passed out, collapsing into an entangled heap of limbs and fluids, and drifting into an abyssal sleep.