Martin Summers has done his absolute best to be a good father, and if you asked the Grey Wolf, he would probably say he's done an amazing job considering the circumstances. Sure, carelessly getting your high-school girlfriend pregnant in both of your junior years isn't the best start, but he did honestly step up. 

He took full responsibility, promised Julia that he would do everything he could to provide for her and the puppy, and he did. He worked extra hard in the retail job he had, until that point, only kept to appease his father and have some extra spending cash. He ensured that his grades were good so that when they graduated he would hopefully get a good opportunity for university and a better paying job to support his, albeit accidental, new family.

He was there for the birth of their baby girl, Joy, and knew then and there that regardless of how her life started, he would do everything he could to ensure that she would never know a life without love.

Julia, on the other hand, didn't feel the same. Sure, it wasn't the baby's fault, not really... The blame lay on Martin. On the broken condom. On her religious parents adamantly refusing to let her get the abortion. It wasn't Joy's fault that she existed, but her existence did close so many doors for her mother.

She was now a teen mom, and even though there were tons of options for women to continue their education while their babies were still infants, the stress of motherhood and studying just felt like too much. So she Just coasted. She barely graduated high school alongside Martin, sure, but she didn't bother with more than a couple night classes at the local college.

When Martin was offered the full ride, she couldn't help but feel a little resentful. Until he got pregnant her grades were even better than his, afterall. And he was going off to University to become a network architect while she stayed behind, a single mother.

Well, behind wasn't quite right. They all lived together in the same apartment, of course. Both of their parents made sure they were married as soon as legally possible to spare what little dignity they claimed they had left, and they were expected to live together.

But it wasn't the same. Martin was away, busy studying, busy with his friends, and when he came home, he was busy with his daughter. Julia did what was expected, but over the years that small resentment grew, until one day she decided she just couldn't handle it anymore.

It wasn't Joy's fault, afterall. No, the fault lay with the two selfish and stupid parents who didn't have the common sense to use multiple methods of birth control.

It was seven years ago. Joy had just turned 6, an age that Julia deemed old enough to hopefully understand. Hoped was old enough, because she really couldn't keep up this charade of a happy domestic life anymore. So, a few days after her birthday, when Martin was working the graveyard shift, Julia sat Joy down on the couch and told her she was leaving.

The tears and crying from Joy was too much for her. She hated that her leaving would hurt the poor girl, but staying was just hurting them both even more.

She didn't even tell Martin to his face, leaving only a note, divorce papers, and an address to mail them too once signed, and a confused family friend keeping watch over their distraught daughter. And just like that, the husky was out of their lives.

Joy had never seen her father cry before that day. For all his determination to make their lives work, he truly hadn't seen it coming. Sure, the intimacy they tried to keep after Joy was born tapered off, but he hadnt realized that Julia felt the way she did.

Joy was devastated, and her father tried everything he could to keep her spirits up. They would be ok, and he would be there for her.

Martin landed his current position as a network engineer for a large conglomerate of businesses that were always expanding, giving him plenty of work and job security, especially after he took well to the almost labyrinthine nature of their systems, and had a natural talent for fixing their problems.

Sure, the money wasn't quite enough to give Joy the life she deserved, not yet, but he had a good feeling it would be in a year or two, especially if his supervisor's comments about a potential promotion were true.

So, he threw himself into his work, and his daughter. He knew she was sad, but over the years she did a really good job of keeping her spirits up, and he couldn't be prouder.

He knew she had friends, and that she was doing well in school, and that was all he could really ask for.

And so, time passed.

—

Martin was 30 years old now, and he would be the first person to admit that he was pretty excited. He had always loved birthdays, though not as much when he had to go into work on his birthday. Unfortunately for him, however, someone tried installing some pirated copy of some industry software to cut down on costs, and well... It crashed their server and caused a few other issues, so he was needed.

However, the company was nice enough to offer him a differential for coming in on his requested day off, and Joy was able to take care of herself while he was gone. He knew she didn't really like being alone, of course, but she knew why he had to work so much. He made sure to make it up to her every moment he could. 

She did the same, honestly. They leaned on eachother heavily after Julia left, and now? He could say with full confidence that they were a team, and that Joy was his best friend.
And, if he was honest, his only friend. His job and raising his daughter didn't leave much time to meet people, as a lot of the friendships he formed in college died over time, and his social skills were... Rusty.

But he wasn't complaining. He had his daughter, and that's all he needed.

He had done is best to look presentable as quickly as possible, knowing that he had a little bit of leeway in terms of time, but he wanted to get to the office as soon as possible so he could get home sooner. Ass he finished taming his always slightly messy fur and brushing his teeth, exiting the bathroom he was stopped in his tracks.

"Dad!" a chipper voice rang out, knocking the grey wolf out of his stupor. "Happy Birthday!", she said, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and placing her head in the crook of his neck. The 14, almost 15 year old was still short enough to have to jump a little to get there, but not so heavy yet for it to be uncomfortable.

"Wait... why are you dressed like that?" Joy asked, processing her fathers button down shirt and slacks.

"Hey baby girl." He said, chuckling and nuzzling her back. "So, bad news... Work called."

"Again?" she groaned, letting him go and moving to stand in front of him.

"Yup."

"Boo!" she huffed. "It's your birthday! You shouldn't have to go in, they could have found anyone."

"I know, I know. But... I'm the best they have at fixing this kind of thing, and I shouldn't be gone long. A couple hours tops. I'm sure the overtime will more than make up for it."

"I know." she sighed, crossing her arms and pouting, making Martin laugh at the pure exaggeration of the gesture.

"Oh come on, it's not that bad." He said, placing a paw on her head and ruffling her fur, much to her displeasure.

"Yes it is!" she replied, stepping away and smoothing her fur back. 

Her slight form was covered in a pattern that didn't quite match either her father's or her mother's fur patterns, though her coloration and especially her tail she had gotten from her mother. Though as a younger pup she loved playing with her dad's fluffy wolf tail, she took great pride in regularly grooming and brushing out the fur on her perfectly curled husky-like tail.

"I don't want you to go in. You should get to relax today of all days. " She whined, making him roll his eyes and smile.

"Come on, sweetie. If i'm lucky i'll be back before lunch and then we can go out for some food.”

"I'm gonna hold you to that!"

"Good." He smiled. "I gotta go, though, so you'll be alright?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine." She replied. "Love you, dad."

"Love you too, Joy. By puppy." He replied, bending down to give her a quick kiss on the forehead, causing her cheeks to heat up and turn red.

"Daaad!" she cried, embarrassed, while Martin laughed and made his way out the door.

"I'll text you when I'm on my way back, sweetheart!" He said, before closing the door behind him, leaving her alone in the apartment.

"Stupid..." she grumbled, wiping at her face. Why did he always have to do that? She was a teenager, and he was still treating her like a baby.

Well, no, that was unfair. She didn't mind the kiss. She didn't mind the hugs or the snuggling or the constant affection. She knew her dad was lonely, and if she was honest with herself, so was she.

But she also wanted more.

She sighed and walked over to her bedroom, shutting the door behind her. She looked around at the posters of musicians and shows she liked, the bookshelves full of worlds she dove into to escape for a bit. It was her own personal sanctuary, her place of reflection.

But lately, things had been... Difficult.

It had been over three years since her mom left, and a lot had changed.

Not the least of which was her body.

As she stared at her  in her vanity mirror, she sighed. Her fur was a perfect combination of her father's light grey, and her mother's white and black.

She was tall, taller than most girls her age. At almost 15 years old, Joy was tall, five feet and seven inches, and didn't seem to have stopped growing yet. Her breasts still seemed to refuse to come in, still barely an A-cup, though she didn't have any complaints.

She was lean, a trait she definitely got from her father. Her hips were still narrow, and her body lacked the soft curves of the older girls, but it was like her body was almost there. A bud waiting to finally hit the right angle of sunlight and bloom into something beautiful.

At least, she hoped. She didn't mind her appearance, but she couldn't help but wonder what she was going to look like.

Would she be beautiful? Would she be able to get a boyfriend? Her cheeks heated up at the thought.

Would her dad... Notice her?

She shook her head. Of course he would notice her, silly.

He would notice her, and love her, and be proud of her, and maybe...

Maybe, just maybe, they could be more than just father and daughter...

No, it was a silly thought.

A silly, wonderful, exciting, amazing, scary, terrifying thought.

Because if there was one thing she knew, it was that she couldn't bear to lose him, and the fear of ruining their relationship was too much to overcome.

It was the reason she didn't try anything with her dad, even if she had felt the building crush for him that had begun when her mom left and continued to grow as she had gotten older.

He was her dad.

He was her friend.

He was her entire world.

She could never risk losing him.

And yet… She knew what she wanted, and it was him.

She sighed and fell onto her bed, closing her eyes and thinking about her father. About how much she loved him.

About how much she wanted him to love her the same way. Her thoughts drifted around that idea, a curling desire in her gut forming as her mind started to imagine the possibilities.

She didn't even notice her paw slowly drifting down her body, and under the elastic of her underwear until her fingertips brushed the wetness of her cunny, making her gasp and jolt out of her daydream.

What am I doing?! She thought to herself, pulling her paw away.

"I shouldn't." She muttered. "He's my dad, I can't..."

She tried to ignore the feeling, tried to push it away, but the burning desire refused to fade.

"I... I guess just a little couldn't hurt..."

Slowly, she brought her paw back to her crotch, sliding the tip of her middle finger across the sensitive flesh and letting out a soft moan as a shudder ran through her body.

Her thoughts, once again, drifted to her father. How warm his embrace is. The gentle kisses he would place on her head.

She could imagine his paw on her, and the thought made her feel guilty.

And yet, that guilt didn't stop her. Instead, it fueled her. She closed her eyes, letting the fantasy continue.

In her mind, her father was on top of her, his paw slipping underneath her shirt, and carefully tracing down her side, the gentle caress making her shiver in anticipation.

His paw would slip underneath her pants, his fingers brushing against the slick folds of her pussy.

She... He slid a single digit between the lips, gasping at the sensation.

"Daddy..." She moaned, her other paw moving to cover her mouth as she let the fantasy take her.

She could imagine his lips on her, kissing her neck. His strong body on top of her, making her feel safe and loved. 

Joy. She imagined him whispering into her ear, his voice low and growling…

And she came. Hard.

Her entire body tensed as the orgasm rocked her, a soft cry muffled by her paw. The guilt that she expected to flood her wasn't there, however, as the fantasy of her father lingered.
She sighed, and slowly sat up, her mind racing.

What had just happened?

What was she thinking?

Was this right?

She glanced down at her slick paw, the wetness of her sex sticking to the fur.

"I... I love him... and if... if he loves me too, then maybe..."

Joy looked around, and grabbed a tissue from her nightstand, and wiped her paw off. She found herself forming a plan before she even realized where she was going.

In her father's bedroom closet was a good sized cardboard box, shoved all the way to the back and buried under the seasonal decorations that the two of them thoroughly enjoyed swapping throughout the year.

She had stumbled upon it once while searching for something, and hadn't been able to resist the temptation of looking inside.
She hadn't told her father, of course, and had quickly closed it and pretended like she hadn't seen anything.

She knew, however, that it was full of her mothers old things. Things she left behind when she disappeared.

It was something her father kept because he couldn't bear to part with. As much hurt as she caused both of them, she knew he still had a special place in his heart for Julia.

And now, she would use it.

—

When her father returned a couple hours later, Joy was waiting for him.

"Hey sweetheart, I'm back!" he called, and Joy responded with an excited call.

"How was work, daddy?"

"Tiring." He said, shrugging. "I'm glad I’m back, and it's still pretty early, but I was thinking let's order something and go out for a m-movie-" he stopped mid sentence, his eyes locked on the image that greeted him.

Joy, wearing a sheer, pink, see-through nightie, with a matching pair of lacey panties underneath. The material was thin, and he could clearly make out her perky nipples poking through the material, and the small tuft of fur above her panty line.

"Welcome home, daddy." She said, a sly grin on her muzzle.

"What... what are you doing, Joy?" He asked, swallowing hard as he looked her over.

"You like it, daddy?" she asked, turning around and letting her father see the way her clothing hugged her frame. "I was waiting for you to come home and I figured I'd try on something new. It was in a box I found."

"In... In a box?" he asked, trying to calm his heart. He hadn't at first noticed that she was wearing her mother's clothes, Julia had never actually worn those exact pieces, they were a gift that he never noticed went untouched.

"Mhm." She said, nodding her head. "One of my friends said this looks good, and I wanted to see what you think. Do you like it, daddy?"

Martin, who was doing everything in his power to process what was going on, had his mind go completely blank when she leaned over and pressed herself against him, her small, perky breasts rubbing against his chest through that silk thin barrier, her arms wrapping around him.

"Wh-what's going on, sweetheart?" He asked, trying his best to stay calm.

"Do you like the outfit, daddy?" she asked again, staring up at him with her wide, blue eyes.

"It... It looks really... good? baby girl. I wasn't expecting..."

"Good!" she grinned. "I'm glad. You are such a good dad, I wanted to surprise you."

She moved her arms, and her paws slid up his chest and over his shoulders, until her arms were wrapped around his neck and her muzzle was dangerously close to his.

"D-daddy?" She whispered, staring into his eyes.

"Yeah, baby girl?" he whispered back, still confused about the situation, his paws on her shoulders.

"I love you."

Martin's eyes widened, and he took a step back. "Of course, sweetheart, I love you too. I-"

"No." she interrupted. "I... I love you, daddy. Like..." She swallowed. "Like a woman loves a man."

Martin froze, his heart skipping a beat. "Sweetheart, you're not old enough to-"

"I don't care what you think, dad." She said, "I... I love you. And if you... If you love me too, then please..."

Her voice cracked, and she looked away. "Then please tell me. Tell me you love me too. don't... don't leave too..."

Martin pulled her close, hugging her tightly as he felt his own heart break.

"Baby girl, I would never, ever leave you." He said, kissing her gently on the head. "Never. I promise."

"Really?" She sniffed, holding back her tears.

"Yes, baby. I love you so much, Joy. I will never leave you, not ever."

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with hope, and Martin couldn't stop himself.

He bent down, and kissed her. Not the quick lick across her forehead or pecks on the side of her muzzle, but a real, deep kiss.

His tongue slipped into her mouth, and she gasped, her arms wrapping around him tighter and pulling him closer.

He was as surprised as she was, not really knowing why he did it. Maybe it was the clothing and, now that she was so close, the familiar perfume that brought back memories, or maybe it was the way she was acting, and how vulnerable she was. It was very obvious now that the trauma of her mother leaving early had tied up a lot of her relationship with him into being helpful, supportive, and valuable. It had left her with a fear of abandonment that no amount of support from him had extinguished.

Either way, he was unable to deny her, and the kiss he found himself pressing against her lips was deep, and long, and they both didn't want it to end.

No, that wasn't right, it wasn't just memories. He had known for a while, as much as he wanted to ignore it, how much he loved Joy. Even before Julia left, he knows he doted on his daughter far more than he ever did his ex wife. From what very well could have been an accident the true love of his life was born. 

He had always suppressed those more intense feelings, the ones that he had towards his own child, because he knew it was wrong, but they had almost been partners for a while, and seeing her standing there, wearing the clothing of her mother, and smelling like her, and looking up at him with those puppy dog eyes... so eager… He couldn't control himself.

They broke apart, panting and staring at each other, their hearts racing and their bodies flushed with excitement. Her face was bright red and she was panting.

"D-daddy... Was... Was that ok?"

Martin nodded, his muzzle resting against hers. "Yeah. That was... ok, sweetheart. That was perfect." He knew that, pressed against him, his daughter could absolutely feel his arousal.

"Daddy, I... I want you..."

"Joy." Martin whispered. "Are you sure? Do you know what you're saying?"

"Y-yes, daddy." She nodded, her voice a whimper.

"Ok." He whispered. "Let's... Let's talk, sweetheart. Come sit."

"A-alright." She replied, following him to the couch.
The two sat down next to each other, their knees touching.

"Ok, sweetheart." Martin began. "I... I love you, baby. You are everything to me, and... And nothing is going to change that."

"I know, daddy." She said, leaning forward. "I know. And I... I love you, and I want you. So please..."

Martin swallowed hard. "If we do this, if we... If we make love, then we can't take it back, Joy. Do you understand that?"

Joy nodded. "I know, daddy. I... I know. I want it, and I want your puppies." The last bit almost spilled out, and even deeper desire she hadn't intended on bringing it yet.

Martin took a deep breath, centered himself, and let it out. "Joy, honey, that's... I don't want you to regret this."

"Daddy, I'm sure. Please, believe me. I'm only a little younger than mom was when you two..."

"That was different."

"I don't care. Dad, please. I want this, I don't want to see you sad and alone, and living just to make a paycheck to take care of me, putting yourself aside like I'm some kind of burden. You deserve a real family, you didn't get to have the right kind of one, and... and I want to give that to you."

Martin closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. There was a desperation in her voice, and a need that he couldn't deny. And in him...

In him, he had the same desire, the same need. He had loved his daughter for years, and he had tried his best to keep those feelings under control. But now, with her standing there, begging him... well, they hadn't ever had the normal father daughter relationship. Not since Julia left. Here was a second chance, the possibility of a real family, the opportunity to choose, not have that choice made by accident and carelessness.

"Are you... Sure?" Martin asked, mind still reeling from the possibilities.

Joy nodded. "Very, daddy. Very sure."

"Ok. Then... Then we should talk about a few things first, alright?"

"Ok."

"So, what you're asking for is... nobody can know. Ok? This has to be our secret."

Joy nodded, a spreading smile across her face and her tail ever so slightly wagging. "That's fine."

"And... And even if you think you're ready for... For pups... Well, that might not happen, yet, ok?"

"That's fine, dad. We can keep trying."

Martin let out a nervous laugh, and rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, I guess yeah we can."

"So... Are you ok with it?"

Martin paused, and looked his daughter over. "I... Yes, baby girl. I'm ok with it." Martin whispered, and her tail began to wag even harder

"Daddy?" 

"If we're... going to do this, baby, then we're going to do this right. Let's go to my bed, ok?" 

Martin suddenly stood and scooped his daughter up into his arms, causing her to yelp, and carried her into his room, kicking the door shut behind them. Joy's mind was spinning. 

This was actually happening. 

It was all she had dreamed about for... years? It was hard to put a date to it. Maybe as long as she could begin to comprehend what relationships were. And it was actually happening. When her father placed her down on his bed, she immediately began to squirm with excitement and anticipation.

"Alright baby girl, first thing is first. Have you mated with anyone yet?" Martin asked, making his way to the bottom drawer of his nightstand. 

"N-no, daddy." She shook her head, her cheeks heating up. His voice had a certainty, not quite clinical but something similar. It was a serious focus, like this was an important lesson, not a deep taboo. It was almost a shock to hear her dad so calm, so... in control of himself and the situation.

"Ok, good." He said, opening the drawer and taking out a bottle of lubricant. "I didn't think you had, but I needed to check. Do you masturbate?" 

"Y-yes, daddy." She squeaked, her ears red and her tail thumping against the bed. It shouldn't make her so bashful to admit, especially considering what they were about to do, but it did.

"Good. Now, do you finger yourself, sweetheart?" Joy nodded, and Martin smiled. "Ok, that's good. How many fingers have you used so far?" 

"U-uhm, 2? Sometimes 3?" 

"Ok." He said. "I'm a bit bigger than that, so i'm gonna start with 1, ok baby girl?" 

Joy's head was swimming. This was so surreal. Her father, talking about putting his fingers in her, his voice calm and matter of fact, as if he wasn't about to commit a crime that could get him arrested and her sent away to live with some random... no. This was what she wanted. This would keep them together forever, she'd finally have a real family, not the remnants of some bitch who ruined everything. 

She nodded, and watched as he started to undress, swiftly unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it unceremoniously to the floor, revealing a toned and fit body. Joy bit her lip, watching as he stepped out of his pants, and his boxers, leaving him nude. She had seen him naked before, of course. Living in such a small apartment meant that privacy wasn't something you often got. 

But this time, it was different. This time, her eyes lingered on his crotch, her mouth practically watering. Shed only ever seen him fully sheathed, or at the most the very tip of his shaft peaking out. Now... if there was any doubt as to her father's excitement, it was gone. 

"Are you going to get undressed too, baby? Or do you want me to help?" 

"Ah!" Joy squeaked, jolted out of her thoughts by his voice. She really was still just sitting there, right where he had left her, her mind still processing what was happening. 

"O-oh, uhm, yeah, sorry!" She had the translucent nightgown curled around her like a blanket, and was still in the lacy underwear. It was one of the sexier sets her mother had owned, so even still it didn't truly cover anything, rather it let everything just visible enough.

"It's ok." Martin said, walking over and helped her out of the thin gown, opening it and shuffling it off her lithe shoulders, letting it fall almost weightlessly to the bed, leaving her nude save for her panties. She had just hooked her fingers in the elastic when Martin's paw reached out, and stopped her. 

"Can I...?" He asked, his voice low and breathy. 

"Y-yes." Joy whispered. Slowly, her father's paw slid inside the fabric, and his fingertips brushed the short fur of her mound. She whimpered, her legs squeezing together as she felt his touch.

"Shh, it's ok baby." Martin whispered, leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss on her lips. "You're alright." 

"I-I know, daddy." She replied, her tail wagging. "I-I'm ok, I just... This is a lot." 

"I understand." He said, "I'm going to take these off, ok?"

She nodded her consent and slowly, gently, he peeled the intricate lace from her, every millimeter that came away revealing more and more of her to his hungry eyes.

When her sex was revealed, his paw gently brushed her bare fur, and she gasped, biting her lip and staring up at him.

"Is this ok?" He asked, his fingers slowly tracing down her soft flesh, just parting the outer lips and letting the pads of his fingers press against her inner lips.

"Y-yes!" She gasped, her tail wagging even harder.

"Good girl. Legs wide, ok?"

Joy nodded, and did as she was told, laying a little farther back on the bed and spreading her legs. 

"So beautiful, baby girl." Martin said, kneeling between her thighs and looking her over. "So beautiful." 

Joy's cheeks burned. "Th-thanks, daddy." 

"You're welcome, sweetheart. Now. If at any time, and I mean any time, you want me to stop, then you tell me. ok?" 

Joy nodded. 

"Promise?" 

"P-promise." 

"Good. I want you to feel good, but I don't want to hurt you." Slowly, carefully, Martin spread his daughter's legs a little more and gently slid his paw between her legs, the fur of his palm rubbing against the smooth, slick lips of her sex. 

"Oh f-fuck..." she whispered, her entire body shuddering. 

"Language, baby." Martin said, chuckling at the flustered scoff he received in return. the pad of his forefinger slipping between the folds again and gently rubbing the sensitive skin, Joy's whole back arching at the contact.

"Sorry, daddy." She breathed. "I-it's just..."

"I know." He smiled. "Just relax. We have all night." 

Slowly, carefully, his fingers continued to explore her pussy, sliding through the slick fur and gently prodding at her entrance. She was wet, incredibly so, and Martin could feel her body tensing and relaxing as his digits played with her. 

"F-fuck, dad..." 

"Shh, sweetheart, its ok." He whispered. "I got you, its alright." His paw slid higher, and his thumb found the small bud of her clit. He was careful, and gentle, slowly swirling the tip of his digit around the little nub, his other hand resting on her thigh. 

Joy gasped, her back arching and her hips bucking against his paw. "A-ah!" She cried, her paws grasping at the bedsheets. 

"There we go, baby girl." He purred, increasing the pressure slightly. she felt a throbbing deep in her core, and the familiar tightening of her stomach, and knew she wasn't going to last long. 

"D-daddy... I... I'm g-gonna..." 

"It's ok sweetheart. You can cum whenever you want. Cum for me, baby." He kept rubbing her clit, his other paw stroking her leg and thigh, having found a pressure point that seemed to make her tighten even more, and he watched as his daughter writhed and moaned and came undone under his touch, her chest rising and falling with every breath. 

She was beautiful. So, so beautiful. With a final cry, her back arching and her whole body tensing, her orgasm crashed through her. She was barely able to breathe, her entire world becoming pure bliss. 

When she finally came back down, she was breathing hard, and her father was gently stroking her cheek, and kissing her forehead. 

"Good job, baby girl, you did so well. Did you enjoy that?" Joy could only nod, and smile. Martin smiled back, and kissed her. "Well, I'm glad. Now, I'm going to prepare you for my cock, ok?" 

"O-ok..." she mumbled, her cheeks reddening again.

"Just lay back, sweetheart. It might be a little weird at first, but don't worry. It'll feel good, ok?" 

Joy nodded, and relaxed. She was certain it wouldn't be so different from when she did it herself. Martin uncapped the bottle of lube, and squeezed some onto his paw, maybe a bit too much to ensure she wouldn't be hurt, letting the thick liquid cover his fingers.

Then, he brought his paw between her legs, and placed the tip of his middle finger against her slit. 

"Ok, baby, here we go. Relax, alright?" Slowly, carefully, Martin pressed his digit forward, feeling his daughter's warm, slick walls grip his finger. 

Joy let out a soft gasp, and tensed, her paws grabbing at the sheets and her eyes squeezing shut. She had fingered herself plenty before, but feeling someone else do it? The invading appendage out of her control? That was a new and raptures feeling.

"Shh, baby, its ok, its alright." He soothed. 

"I-it's fine, daddy. I'm ok." 

"Ok. Good." He whispered, his other paw running through her hair. "Just let me know if it gets to be too much, alright?" 

"Mhm." She nodded, and smiled up at him. 

"There's my beautiful girl." Martin's finger continued its descent, slowly slipping inside her until he could feel his knuckle pressing against her, his digit fully encased in her warmth. Joy's breath was shaky, and her chest was rising and falling rapidly. 

"Baby, you ok?" 

"Y-yeah." She said, her voice small. "Yeah, I'm ok. I... it feels really good." 

"Good." Martin chuckled. "Now, I'm going to move, ok? Just try and relax." Joy nodded, and Martin began to withdraw his finger, slowly, until just the tip was still inside her. Then, just as slowly, he pushed it back in. 

"A-ah!" 

"The-e-ere we go." He purred. "Feels good, huh?" 

"Mhm." Joy groaned, her tail wagging. 

"I'm gonna speed up, ok?" Joy nodded, and Martin sped up the pace, his finger gently thrusting in and out of her pussy, rotating and curling until he found the spots that made her cry out or shudder.

The sounds his daughter was making were heavenly. The little whimpers, the moans, the whines. It was intoxicating, and he could feel himself getting even harder, his cock aching with desire. Soon, his finger was moving at a steady pace, and Joy was a panting, writhing mess, her hips bucking into her papas hand and her tail swishing back and forth. 

"That's it, baby." Martin whispered. "Good girl. Let daddy make you feel good." 

"D-daddy, please... P-please, I..." 

"What is it, baby girl? What do you need?" 

"Please... P-please, another..." Martin smiled. 

"Ok, sweetheart. If that's what you want." Slowly, he pulled his middle finger almost all the way out, and added a second. 
"Ngh!" 

"Easy, baby, easy. Deep breaths. It's ok." He slowly began to push his digits inside her, and just the added sensation on a second, thick finger made Joy's body tense up from the increased stretch, now as much as three on her own slender hands.

"Breathe, baby, breathe. That's it." Martin waited until his daughter had calmed down before he started to move, his fingers gently sliding in and out of her. 

"A-ah! F-fuck, d-daddy..." 

"You're doing so well, baby." Martin purred, leaning down and kissing her forehead. "Just relax, ok? Let me take care of you." 

He continued his movements, his fingers thrusting in and out, his pace picking up as he felt her body relax. Soon, his digits were pumping into her at a steady pace, and Joy was a moaning mess, her whole body shaking. 

"Ohhh, D-daddy, I-I..." Joy stammered.

"What is it, baby? Tell me." 

"I-i'm g-gonna cum a-again!" 

"That's it, baby, that's it." Martin encouraged, "Cum for daddy, baby girl, cum on my fingers." 

Joy cried out, her whole body tensing, and her back arching. Her eyes rolled back and her tongue lolled out, a string of drool dangling from her muzzle. Martin's fingers kept moving, keeping up the same steady pace as his daughter's body convulsed. 

"Good girl, that's it." He cooed. "That's it. Just breathe, ok? Nice and easy." As her orgasm subsided, Joy lay there, panting and whimpering, her body trembling. At some point while she was lost in that haze he had added his ring finger, and he was using all three to massage the tight walls of her cunt. 

"You alright, sweetheart?" "Mhm." She whimpered, nodding. "That was amazing, daddy. Thank you." 

"You're very welcome, baby. Now, are you ready for me? Do you think you can take it? Or are you too tired?" 

"Y-yes, daddy." Joy gasped. "Please, put it in me. I want it, I... I want your cock. Please, daddy." 

Martin smiled, and leaned down, kissing her. "Of course, baby. Whatever you want." He pulled his fingers out, and she gasped, her pussy clenching at the sudden emptiness. 

"Don't worry, sweetheart." He whispered, his hand reaching down and gripping his shaft. It was thoroughly lubed up, the wolf not wanting to risk hurting his little girl, and he lined the tip up with her hole. 

"Just relax, ok? Deep breaths." 

"Mhm." She nodded, taking a few deep breaths as best as she could with how purely overstimulating the situation was.

"That's my girl. Here we go." Slowly, he pushed forward, and his cock met resistance. He paused, giving his daughter time to adjust, before pushing a little harder until the tip rested firmly inside. Joy's breath was ragged, and her eyes were shut tightly. "Good girl, sweetheart." Martin purred, reaching out and stroking her cheek. "How are you feeling?" 

"G-good, daddy." She whimpered. "It's so... big… already s-so full..." 

"Just relax, baby." He said. "Take all the time you need." 

"Ngh... o-okay..." Martin leaned down, and pressed his muzzle against hers, their tongues sliding together, mouths locking into a deep kiss as he waited for his daughter to be ready. After a few moments, Joy opened her eyes, and broke away. 

"M-more..." 

"Alright." Martin said, his voice a whisper. Slowly, carefully, he pushed forward, watching as his daughter's lips parted, and his shaft slid deeper into her. 

"A-ah! D-daddy!" 

"Easy, baby." Martin soothed. "Just breathe, it's ok. You're doing so well." Joy's whole body was trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Through each stuttering start and stop Martin forced himself to keep full control, making sure not to hurt his little girl. As long as it had been since he had been inside a female he refused to hurt his Joy.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Martin was completely sheathed inside her, only his knot remaining outside and pressing against her entrance. 

"Fuck, baby." Martin groaned, his paws finding her hips. "That's everything but my knot... You're so tight, so warm, so perfect." 

"I-it's so... s-so big..." Joy whimpered, her eyes closed and her hands grabbing at the sheets. 

"You're doing great, baby girl." Martin said. "Just keep breathing, ok?" Joy nodded, and let her head fall back onto the pillow. "I'm gonna move now, ok? Just a little, but you'll still feel it." 

"O-okay." 

Slowly, carefully, Martin withdrew, inch by inch, until only the tip was still inside her. Then, even slower, he pushed back in. 

"Ngh!"
 
"There we go." Martin grunted, his paws gripping her hips tighter. "Good girl, just relax." His thrusts were slow, steady, and gentle, and it wasn't long before his daughter was a moaning mess. 

"You like this, sweetheart? You like your daddy's cock inside you?" It wasn't words that she made in reply, but the frantic nodding and sound of pure ecstasy was answer enough. Martin continued his slow, steady movements, his daughter's tight, slick walls squeezing his shaft. 

"Good girl." He growled. "Such a good girl, such a good little girl." 

"D-daddyyyy... I-I... ngh!" 

"What is it, sweetheart?" Martin asked, his paw caressing her cheek as his hips kept pace. "Talk to me, baby. What's on your mind?" 

"D-daddy... p-please..." 

"Please what, baby?" 

"Give me... g- give me your knot, daddy..." Martin's breath caught in his throat, and he blinked a few times. 

"Baby that's..." he isn't sure if it would fit, she was barely keeping it together with everything but his knot inside her "Baby, I..." 

"Please, daddy!" She almost screamed, her voice ragged from the constant moans and grunts. "Please, I... I want... your puppies!" 

"Oh, fuck, sweetheart..." Martin growled, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. The distinct image of Joy with her belly swollen, spread out in front of him flashed in his mind.

"Please, daddy." Joy begged. "I want to be a mommy, I-I want to have your p-puppies!" 

Martin opened his eyes, and looked at his daughter, his beautiful, wonderful, amazing daughter. His mate. She was everything. He leaned down, and kissed her. She needs this right now. 

He needed this too, though he tried to suppress how much the thought of putting a pup inside her actually affected him. If there was a risk... no, he would make sure she was safe. If there were risks, if she would be hurt by carrying his puppies, he would make sure she got the care she needed and then try again later. But hopefully...

"Yeah? You want my pups?" He growled, his voice low, taking on a rough, predators edge.

"Y-yes, daddy. Give me your puppies, make me a mommy. Please, please daddy." 

"I'll give you my pups, baby." Martin rumbled. "I'll make you a mommy, make you so fucking pregnant, oh gods baby..." He was thrusting faster now, his paws gripping her hips, his claws digging into her flesh, not piercing, but threatening to. 

"F-fuck, fuck, yes, baby, good girl, oh my fucking gods." He was growling, his voice low and guttural. "Gonna fill you up, sweetheart, gonna make you so fucking full!"

"Please, daddy!" Joy cried, her whole body shuddering. "Give me your knot! Give me your puppies!" 

Martin's thrusts were wild and rough now, his body moving on pure instinct, his mind swimming with thoughts of his daughter pregnant, of her swollen with his children. The image spurring him into a place he didn't know existed. A feral, dominant one, but not one without care for the precious thing he was filling.

"Fuck, baby, oh fuck, yes, good girl, such a good girl, good little girl." Martin couldn't take it anymore. He had been holding back for too long. He had to cum, had to finish. Had to breed.

"F-fuck, here it comes, baby, oh fuck, good girl, good fucking girl, here it comes!" He roared, his whole body tensing and his grip on her hips becoming almost painfully tight. 

"Yes... y-yes!" Joy gasped out.

With a final thrust, he slammed his knot inside her, the thick, bulbous base spreading her tight walls and locking them in place, swelling to full size. The pressure was too much. With an honest to gods primal, lupine howl, he came, his seed painting the entrance to her womb. 

Joy cried out, her whole body trembling and her vision blurring. The sensation was too much, too intense, too good. With a final cry, she collapsed onto the bed, panting and whimpering as the most recent orgasm, number three? Four? overtook her.

"F-fuck, baby, fuck..." Martin rumbled, his body shuddering and his chest heaving. Ropes of thick, virile cum shot out, filling her, flooding her. He held her close, his arms wrapped around her, his body enveloping hers. His swollen knot ensured that only the barest trickle escaped Joy's overfilled sex.

"S-such a g-good girl, sweetheart." He murmured, his tongue licking at her cheek and neck, nibbling softly in places. "So good, such a good girl, such a good mommy..." 

"Th-thank you, daddy." Joy mumbled in a fucked out haze, "H-happy birthday, hehe..."

They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in time. Martin could feel his seed still being pumped inside her, and he knew that, sooner or later, it would take hold, and his daughter would have his child. Maybe not today, maybe not for a while. 

But while things were never meant to work with Julia, she did bring him Joy, and with her, he has found a new chance at love.