Zira was such a confident woman that she wasn’t sure how to handle anything close to rejection, and in her lifetime, she didn’t think she’d ever have to contend with it in the first place. The fact that Trent was looking past her, instead of gazing into her eyes as she brushed her tongue up and down along the side of his shaft was so concerning to her that she wasn’t able to cling to her usual, dry sarcasm and domineering nature. With her muzzle pressed right into the side of his length, she gave it a gentle grip, able to tell with that simple gesture that the zebra wasn’t giving her the same intensity that he normally would have. She refused to let him become bored with her. “I don’t suppose that a beautiful woman and her daughter tag-teaming your cock has already become a novelty, has it?” she asked, her lips thinning as Vitani continued to swirl her tongue around the wide, flared tip of Trent’s member. “You’re not always the most vocal guy on the block, but I don’t think you’ve ever gone this long without making a peep.” Trent wasn’t the kind to deny the girls their chance to have some fun with him, but he’d been so casual about their invitation that even Vitani was starting to get a little worried: the last time she approached him with her breasts pushed up and only her oversized hoodie pulled down to cover the petals of her womanhood, she almost had to fight him off. This time, the outfit never even seemed to cross his mind. “N-no, no! You two are doing a great job…it’s…it’s not what you’re doing,” Trent explained, but even he could see that his cock wasn’t throbbing between the girls with the same vigor it usually would have: they wouldn’t settle for such a basic response. “Just…there’s been a lot of change going on recently, and I don’t…I don’t know if I’m ready for all of it.” Much as she was a being that answered to her lust on command, Zira wasn’t so self-absorbed to ignore Trent’s obvious concern. With a firm touch, she halted Vitani and gave her a bit of a push, moving her back from the end of Trent’s member; even his precum refused to flow, despite Vitani employing her usual, brilliant tricks. “Mom, what…w-what the fuck?” Vitani scowled, but she saw a level of concentration in her mother’s stare that was anything but sensual. It was the last thing she expected to see in the middle of their oral exercises, but she didn’t dare to question it. “Did that stupid, arrogant bitch do something to hurt you, Trent?” Zira asked, her gaze refusing to accept anything less than the whole truth. “Do we need to do away with her…permanently?” There was such a blistering rage to her narrowed gaze that it almost took Trent out of the little bit of a mood that he had entirely, but seeing her frustration brought out his pacifying nature, as well. A quick, uneasy smile took his lips as he shook his head. “No; it wasn’t anything like that,” he explained. “To be honest, she’s been quite hospitable since she arrived, but…she claimed she was pregnant after we wrapped things up, and I…I didn’t even know that was possible…and I’m not sure that I was ready for that aspect of this…w-whatever all this is.” The fact that he was considered the leader of the small pride of eager felines that had found their way into his home was still taking some time to adjust to; it was hard to blame him for needing a little more time to figure it all out, but the fact that a living being could impregnate a being made of stuffing and fur seemed especially impossible, in the face of a host of other things that required him to suspend his disbelief. Zira, with a quick wilt of the ears, made it clear that she didn’t understand it, either. “I suppose that would be quite the large step for you to take, wouldn’t it? Vitani just came with me as part of the package deal, but…it’s a little different when you’ve actually created life with someone else.” There was no missing the jealous nature that dripped from her words, but that was flattering to Trent, at the very least. It was almost impossible for him not to feel desired when the girls were having to put off their own lust to tend to his emotional needs, instead, but the fact that they were trying was touching in a way that he hadn’t experienced from Zira or Vitani, just yet. “I’ve never heard of such a thing happening before, myself, but it’s…well…it’s hard to say what’s going on. She could be telling the truth,” Zira admitted. “But my daughter and I don’t have that sort of ability…at least…not to the best of my knowledge.” Zira was certain that she knew her inner workings better than that, and she couldn’t imagine her daughter being any different, but Vitani wasn’t quite as emotionally mature as her mother… …But she didn’t realize what kind of trouble that was going to get her into with Trent. “So…t-that’s it? Seriously?” she asked, crossing her arms over the plush cover of her sweater. “You’re put off because you’re worried that you might have to take some responsibility instead of just fucking your way through the week?!” As much as Trent usually had trouble keeping up with the girls and their impressive sex drive, Vitani was especially bratty about her needs. Her outburst was such that even Zira was leaning back and shooting her a glare, but she wasn’t going to speak for the man of the house. “It’s not quite that simple, Vitani.” “Sure it isn’t…you’ve had it on easy street this entire time, just plowing your way through us without thinking of any consequences along the way, and now that you might have to play Daddy every once in a while, you’re turned off?” Zira was about to scream bloody murder at her child, but something else caught the corner of her eye as she gazed between them… …She’d never seen Trent’s cock throb with such force before. “Vitani, I…I don’t think you wanna go down this road,” Zira cautioned her, seeing stronger emotions flood the normally casual expression of the zebra. “We should probably give Trent a little space, darling.” “No way,” she argued. “He’s gonna be a father, right? Well…better get used to answering someone else’s demands, Daddy…better be ready to wait on them hand and foot and give them whatever they want, all hours of the day!” Zira was always trying to push Trent’s buttons and bring out the flashes of intensity that she’d seen from him in rare moments before, but she could see something so much greater than that in the pits of his eyes, even when he wasn’t aiming his gaze at her. Instead, a narrowed glare was aiming right back at the still kneeling and still grinning Vitani. “What’s the matter, Daddy? Gonna spank me for being such a naughty girl?” She completely missed the flash of his paw reaching out and grabbing her behind the ear, but she couldn’t miss the flare of his pulsing cock as he pulled her muzzle right to the edge of it, his grip forceful in a way that she’d never known from him, before. “Not yet,” he muttered, his voice as close to a low growl as she thought he could get…but he was just getting started. “Not until you finish what you started, young lady…” Vitani blinked, but her confidence wasn’t so easily broken: she was actually thrilled to feel Trent sharing some of his intensity with her for a change, making it easy for her to roll her eyes and lean in closer. “Oh, no…what an awful punishment…having to suck this big, meaty cock all night long until Daddy paints the back of my mouth…what could I have ever done to deserve something so unf…unmnfur…mnnn!” Her lips were just starting to seal behind that last word when his flare pushed forth, keeping her lips parted; she blinked wider, and then moaned in shock when he stood from the couch and pumped his full length over the back of her tongue and down her throat, fucking his member right into the edge of her gullet. “Don’t talk with your fucking mouth full, Vitani…how many times does Daddy have to tell you that?” By the virtue of their nature, the felines didn’t have to breathe: being a plush had that advantage, but for the first time in her life, Vitani felt as though she wouldn’t have been able to, if she needed to do it to survive. Whether it was the flesh that plugged up her throat and stretched her lips, or the if the dominant, powerful surge of energy from Trent was keeping her from getting a hold of herself, she couldn’t decide…and further, she didn’t know which part of his sudden outburst she was enjoying more. “I’ve…n-never seen her look that nervous before,” Zira mentioned, standing by the side with a unique look on her own face: it was the first time that she’d seen Trent as anything other than the comforting and playful lover that she’d known him to be. Even in the moments when she’d brought out what she thought was his dominant and aggressive personality, she’d never seen him give such a compelling performance…and that was to say nothing of aura that was draped about him, giving him an even greater presence over the young lioness. “Seems that our little girl is nothing but a bunch of bluster,” Trent murmured, testing the waters with yet another challenge of Vitani’s normally bratty nature. “A whole bunch of talk because she knows that she can get under my skin like that…b-but…what’s she gonna do when I finally back her into a corner?” Just to hear Vitani referred to as their little girl was enough to leave her legs trembling with fresh excitement, but Zira was still struggling to believe what she was hearing from the normally peaceful zebra. She absolutely loved it, but she wasn’t fully convinced that he was going to act on his threats. “To be honest, I don’t think anyone can keep Vitani in a corner without a little help,” Zira suggested. “Not to question your skills, my darling…but you might require a little assistance with this one.” Trent wasn’t sure if it was more of a turn-on to finally see a hint of fear in Vitani’s expression when his flare pulsed in her throat with such force that it rattled her…or if the idea of watching a mother straddle her daughter’s face was a more exciting prospect. Though his mind was leaning toward the latter, he couldn’t silence the ferocity that Vitani had given a voice to, and Zira, whether she spoke with the best of intentions or not, had questioned his authority. “If I need help with her, I’ll be more than glad to ask for it…” His words weren’t crude, but there was such a thick, powerful spirit to his tone that Zira straightened up in place; she never would have expected him to talk back to her in such a way… …But she couldn’t remember the last time that she was so desperately saddled with the burden of arousal. “I…y-yes…of course, dear,” she stammered her way through an apologetic reply, curious if she could even get away with pushing her fingertips in a slow, easy pattern around the hood of her clit without getting herself into further trouble. “You don’t think you’re being a little too harsh with her right now, do you?” It was only the flesh of his cock that was exacting any kind of punishment on Vitani, to that point, but Trent wrapped his paw so tightly around her neck that he could feel the pulsing of his own member throat the walls of her throat. Thanks to the unique nature of the living plush, he could squeeze the spot without causing her any pain…and yet, some part of her still felt the panic of being choked by an assertive, dominant lover. It was greater than any thrill she’d ever known; she could feel herself breaking down, little by little, until she wished she had her voice back to beg for him to take things one step further. Where have you been hiding this side of yourself? She thought. Seriously, all I did was poke a little fun at you, and you’re finally giving me the kind of treatment I’ve been after all along! It was almost frustrating to think about, but the payoff of feeling Trent’s cock push all the way to the furthest reaches of her throat was an immediate and satisfying thing…and that was to say nothing of the precum that she could feel staining the warm, silky interior of her stuffed body. “Let’s be honest with ourselves, Zira: none of this has been a punishment for her, so far,” he claimed, even as the tufts of fur at the top of his crotch tickled against the end of her nose. “If I could find a way to go any deeper, she’d probably wish that I had an even larger cock…” Vitani couldn’t speak with her mouth full, but her expression told the tale of a girl who was starting to understand the true meaning of dealing with the horns after messing with the bull: her entire neck was bulging around the engulfed flesh of his cock, but it wasn’t just the way that she was filled that was getting the point across. His grip on her neck was such that it stimulated a change in her, as well, shifting her bratty personality toward a more submissive attitude…and her desire for Trent’s approval was only going to get her into more trouble, before he was done putting her in her place for the day. “If you were any larger, she wouldn’t be able to stretch her jaw wide enough to take you in the first place, love…I’m sure she’s just happy to finally have some time alone with you,” Zira offered. “At least…I…t-think she’s happy…” Her moans were stifled by the impressive tool that she would have been choking on, but she wasn’t in any danger…it was only the illusion of force that was giving her such incredible excitement, and she wondered just how quickly she’d end up getting off, if Trent was ever generous enough to share his cock with her womanhood again. The way he was glaring down at her, showing no proper signs of how much he was loving the clutch of her throat around his shaft, she wondered if she’d finally gone too far with her bratty nature. “She’s trying not to show it…doing her best, as usual,” Trent teased. “But I bet she’d love nothing more than for me to pump a full load right into her stomach…” Even with her mouth completely filled, Vitani managed a gasp around her meal, completely shocked that Trent was able to share this side of himself with her; every sample that he gave provided another jolt of arousal, until the lioness was practically bouncing on her knees, imagining that his member was settled between her thighs and buried in her womanhood, instead. She wouldn’t have to wait long for that fantasy to become a reality, but the way Trent was feeling, he’d never allow her to climb on top and have her way with the act, right then. “You…y-you could always do that to her,” Zira reminded him. Her grin, though faltering, returned with her words, as she tried to reclaim her typically dominant nature; it was hard to blame her for being rattled out of that, even for a minute or two. “Prove your place as the man of the house and show her what she gets for being such a little brat all the time…” Zira wanted to be on the winning side, and that meant siding with Trent’s assessment, but it wasn’t that simple: the zebra was feeling especially keen, and though he was more than happy to have Zira’s assistance, he wanted to make it clear that it was exactly that. He would be the one in charge, from start to finish…with Zira exacting his will, rather than taking her own interpretation of his orders. “Doesn’t matter if I’m the man of the house,” Trent murmured. “Just that she remembers that I’m her Daddy…and what Daddy wants from his little girl, he gets…isn’t that right, Vitani?” With her lips so fully stretched and her eyes still widened with shock, Vitani gave a nod that actually convinced Trent that she was being earnest in her response. Little by little, he pulled back, allowing her lips to close around the narrower parts of his equine shaft, just before his flare pulled back over the softened felt of her fangs. Even when it was hanging before her and spitting precum on her lips and chin, there was no malice in her gaze, and none of her typical, bratty cynicism…she was, in his eyes, behaving like a model daughter. “Lucky for you…or…maybe not, really…I’ve decided that this isn’t enough of a punishment for you,” he mentioned, all while letting the flesh of his flare push against the end of her lips. “Don’t bother asking your mother for mercy; you’re not getting out of this.” Whether she was just getting into the roleplay as much as Trent was, or if she thought it might actually work, Vitani shared a look of concern with Zira: it was one of the first that she’d ever shared with the older lioness, but it wasn’t met with the motherly comfort she was after. Instead, Zira offered a brief, momentary look of concern of her own…but seeing how feverishly Vitani was struggling not to stroke the exposed nub of her own clit, that look instantly shifted to one of grinning excitement. “Sorry, little girl…but you can give me the sad puppy dog eyes all day; it doesn’t do any good when you’re quivering like you’re about to cum all over the carpet.” Frustrated teeth came together and fangs were painted with a fresh burst of precum, but Vitani was turning her malice on Zira for denying the request. She was still giving an obedient gaze up at Trent, with just the littlest bit of confusion about her…as if she didn’t know how to thank him for finally playing into one of her favorite kinks, all while treating her like she really was his flesh-and-blood daughter. She’d stopped worrying about how much he would have judged her for being into something so twisted and forbidden; she had plenty of warm, silky evidence in the back of her throat to prove that he was every bit as into it as she was. “You wouldn’t actually let her get away with making a mess like that, would you?” Zira asked. “Not without further punishment, I’d imagine…” “Of course not,” Trent answered quick, but his glare continued to rest on Vitani, weighing her down with the burden of his mingled arousal and sexual frustration. “But I’ve already come up with a perfect way to plug that leak and teach her a little lesson about being such a brat, all at once…” A final spurt of precum lashed across Vitani’s muzzle and stretched all the way between her eyes, but that violent spurt betrayed how close he really was to his climax: the younger lioness was sure that she had him on the verge…and that would make it easy for her to turn the tables with a quick, eager clench of her inner walls. In truth, Trent was able to last a lot longer than she was giving him credit for, and that afternoon in particular, he was saddled with too many other emotional conflicts to turn the act into a quickie. “I always knew you’d be a resourceful man,” Zira kept playing up his strengths, but she was unsure if she wanted to stay on his good side, or try to trade places with her daughter; she was worried that curiosity was going to get the better of her, but in the heat of the moment, she wanted to see just what Trent would do with the smaller, skinnier lioness. “I don’t suppose you’ll need any help from yours truly? I’d hate for you to have to bear the full burden of punishing our little girl…” “Do you really have to ruin this for me, Mom?” Vitani was still able to generate plenty of malice for her mother, but that frustration in her voice drew a new glare from Trent, turning her frowning lips into a genuinely nervous smile. She absolutely loved that she wasn’t sure just how far Trent was going to go…how brutal he was going to be when he finally exacted his punishment on her eager, willing flesh. “That’s no way to speak to your mother,” the words were sharp, but it was Trent who uttered them, and the very same Zebra who picked Vitani up from the floor and pushed her body up and over the very same work bench that he’d repaired her on, before. “It’s almost like you’re trying to get into even more trouble…do you like being punished, Vitani?” The poor girl was caught between giving Trent everything he wanted to hear, and saving even a scrap of her dignity…but if modesty could be overrated, then dignity could be too, as far as she was concerned. “I…m-might…” She gasped again as the zebra loomed over her, pressing a paw down on the underside of her chin and capturing her gaze with his own stern, fatherly disappointment. “Lying to Daddy is only going to make things worse for you, you know…” It would have only proven his point if she tried to deny what he’d already guessed, but some part of her, greedy and sensual, was hoping that she could trick him into taking off whatever shackles of self-restraint were keeping him from fucking her brains out. She didn’t know that they’d already come off in the process, and everything that followed was a slow, smoldering tease, intended to break her down and force out the honesty of her submissive nature. “I’m not…I mean…I…I d-didn’t…” Feeling Zira’s eyes gazing over Trent’s shoulder had the opposite effect of what she’d expected: she normally felt a sense of disgust when her mother gave her that look, but in that moment, it was playing right into the hand of the kinky scenario that they’d created together, leaving her with an odd sense of pride. She wanted to question it, but even more than that, she wanted to answer that unusual call and heed her body…she needed to prove to her mother that she could be a good girl for her daddy, no matter what the occasion was…no matter what that meant she had to do. Twisted as it might have seemed to someone on the outside, looking in, she was more than happy to do whatever it took to put a smile back on Trent’s face; she had her work cut out for her, but it was truly eager work. “All you have to do is be honest, young lady. All you have to do is tell me how badly you want me to push the head of this cock a little further…” Her legs dangled over the edge of the work bench, and for a moment, Vitani felt like her body was betraying her: she normally would have wrapped her legs around Trent’s back and tugged him in, by then, but whatever change had come over him spurred on an equal change within her. The outward display of that change was a lioness that wasn’t bratty, but one that wasn’t so confident and cocky, either. She looked uncertain of herself for the first time since they’d met, and quietly, she worried that Trent was reaching to a core of her being that she’d been denying all along… …But with that denial came an even greater bliss, when the flare of his cock finally brushed against the delicate felt of her womanhood. Oh, fuck…why am I so sensitive? She thought, her legs quivering against the edge of the table from a single, teasing brush. Why does this feel so much better than it should? Am I really that into fucking my own father…even when it’s just someone taking his place? Am I just into a guy who isn’t afraid to put me in my place? There were plenty more conversations to be had with her own consciousness when she was able to focus enough to actually have them: right then, she couldn’t pry her thoughts from the absolutely domineering zebra that was pushing such delicious pressure against the petals of her womanhood. Knees that were already weak would have dropped her to the floor if she had to worry about supporting herself, and elbows struggled to keep her body propped up from the edge of the bench…but for all the strain that she felt, she still couldn’t take that simple act of kicking her legs up and around his lower back. Her body was making it clear that she wanted to be taken, and the promise of untold delights were waiting just on the other side of that submissive decision: she simply had to trust herself. “I do…” “Do what, young lady?” “I want it…I want my Daddy to s-spear me on his f-fucking cock…to punish me for being such a naughty…little…g-girl…” The sour nature that her tone was so famous for had become unbearably sweet, such that Trent could feel his own nature wanting to shift back to the overly caring personality that he was known for. If she hadn’t pushed him so far over the edge, Vitani might have been spared the sudden, powerful thrust that spread her petals apart and left her desperately clutching the edge of the work bench, but then…neither of them actually wanted their fun to come to such a gentle end. “Giving you exactly what you want doesn’t feel like all that much of a punishment,” Trent suggested, his normally softer, sweeter voice still tainted with an overwhelming drive and dominant lust. “But when my little girl has such a t-tight little snatch…so fucking hot and always ready for me to take it…h-how can I resist?” Hardened, plastic claws raked over the edge of the workbench as Vitani drowned in the words of her de facto father; she worried that she was going to be pushed over the edge by his voice alone, turning every hard, bucking stroke of his cock into a blissful act of excess. As rapidly as she was spiraling toward that climax, she could already tell that she wouldn’t be kept waiting for her first release, but she wasn’t sure if Trent was going to stop when he felt the familiar grip of her inner muscles around his shaft, or if he’d just keep pushing through until he was good and satisfied. The narrowed intensity in his gaze answered that question for her, even as his paws slipped up from their comfortable grip on her hips and captured the soft, supple flesh of her breasts. “I never knew…t-that…you could be so…f-fucking naughty, Daddy,” Vitani tried to turn the blame back onto him, but she knew that she was a shameless, willing vector for this kind of attention, now that she’d been lucky enough to experience it. “What would…w-what would Mommy say if she knew you were doing this to me?” “She’d tell him to fuck you even harder,” Zira growled low, her words tickling over the back of Trent’s ear and encouraging him to give the younger lioness a taste of his genuine effort. “Don’t tell me that you forgot I was here, Vitani…” Feeling the weight of Trent’s full cock within her and hearing the devious words of her own mother, Vitani was so deep in the throes of passion that she was cumming before she had a chance to declare it, but this time, she couldn’t manage her usual snark at Zira’s devious nature. Much as she always protested it and claimed to be disgusted, she could feel greater intensity building up in the peak of her womanhood when the flare of a full, equine cock pressed against her deepest reaches, aided by the sound of Zira’s teasing suggestions. “No…I…I wanted you to see,” Vitani finally confessed, her walls coming down little by little at the behest of Trent’s driving length. “I wanted Mommy to see w-what a good girl I could be for Daddy…if…if he just gave me the chance…” Panting rapidly and trying to keep up with Trent’s physical demands, the lioness felt her inner walls quivering around his length of their own accord, but no amount of clenching and squeezing his shaft was going to break him until he was absolutely ready to let the plentiful juices of his orgasm go. He'd never acted with such passion, and yet, such total control over his body…and the pair made a deadly combination for Vitani, who found herself struggling to keep up with his absurd pace. “You’ll have plenty of chances b-before the night is through,” Trent assured her, but his tone still wasn’t as soft and comforting as Zira’s: he was taking her punishment as seriously as he could, even when the end result was a rapid orgasm for the younger lioness. “And if you prove your point…maybe I’ll treat you like this a little more often…” She knew she was competing for his affection with other women; that was just the nature of being part of a pride, but the idea that Vitani could ever just be Daddy’s little girl, even for a night or two a month, was enough to bring a fresh squeeze to her inner muscles, and a genuine, albeit timid smile to her quivering lips. “Please…p-please, Daddy…I’ll do anything…anything, I swear it!” It was a bold proclamation for anyone to make, but for the normally defiant Vitani to give herself up so easily, it was more than that: it was shedding a personally that she used to cling to in favor of genuine, honest pleasure… …She couldn’t have begged harder if she tried, but in that moment, she wished that she could. “You really don’t know what kind of trouble you’re getting yourself into, kiddo…but if you’re sure…” Legs that were allowed to dangle so casually over the edge of the workbench were caught in a sudden grip, leaving Vitani’s breasts desperate for a touch to replace the tight clutch of her Daddy’s paws…but to be left wanting was creating the most pleasant itch; the fear of not knowing whether it would be scratched created that much more excitement when she felt her body being pushed back on itself. It was her own knees that came into contact with her breasts, after a brief pause: her pliable body was pushed back over itself in a proper mating press, and Trent, in his growing, adventurous nature, climbed right atop the work bench and stood, looming over Vitani’s trapped body. The grin that finally returned to his face was sharper than any she’d ever seen from him, carrying the will to keep his word…to absolutely dwarf the amount of force and effort that he’d shown to her, before. “Oh…w-wow…I didn’t think you could go any d-deeper…you’re incredible, Daddy…” “Gotta give it my best for the best little girl in the world,” he replied, embracing that fatherly nature again and giving Zira that much more inspiration to put her fingertips between her own legs. “Even when she is being a naughty little bitch…you didn’t think sweet talking me for a minute or two was gonna get you out of this, did you?” Vitani gulped, feeling the weight of the zebra pressing her into the workbench; she really couldn’t break free any longer, and being overpowered like that for the first time, she could feel her second climax already gathering at the peak of her womanhood. “N…no…no, Daddy…” “And you didn’t want to get out of this, did you?” She would have been so frustrated to hear those words, before…but being pushed face to face with that reality was a turn-on, when Trent was already lowering his hips to guide his cock into place. “Never…” With Zira stroking her womanhood just behind the act, the family unit within the pride was closer than they’d ever been before, but Zira wasn’t content to stay on the sidelines, even if she wasn’t going to get exactly what she wanted out of Trent. She was shocked by his endurance, wondering how he’d been able to go for such a long time with Vitani in the first place; her daughter was an absolute machine with her hips, and her inner walls were of such a tight and skillful nature that she was always impressed by how long Trent could hold out with her. This time, he was pushing his stamina to new limits and loving every second of it, but the show was more than Zira could handle, any longer. “You really don’t think that our little girl has learned her lesson?” Zira chimed in, passing around Trent’s side with a delicate, soothing brush of her fingertips. “What more could you possibly do to get your point across, my dear?” Without having actually pumped into Vitani from above, Trent was saving the grandest part of her punishment for the very end, but even a tease of his full, throbbing flare against the peak of Vitani’s clit was a tease too far for her to handle. She was in the middle of crying out for her second orgasm when Zira came around the other side of the workbench and straddled her lips, muffling her efforts with the delicate, silky warmth of her own entrance. “I was trying to talk to your father, Vitani…it’s rude to interrupt.” Trent was convinced that there was nothing that the older lioness could have done to spur him to even greater depravity, but those words were a poignant reminder not to underestimate Zira, no matter the situation. Just gazing down at her, he made it clear that he was the one in control, but seeing how creatively Zira had worked her way back into the act, Trent let her off the hook with a brief, knowing smirk. “I’m glad you’re eager to help me remind our little girl about her manners,” Trent assured her. “But don’t be afraid to remind her that she’s our little girl…I know how badly you’ve wanted a chance to play with her like this.” Once more, the girls were caught off guard by Trent’s aggressive approach, but catching Zira in such a state was far more difficult than throwing off Vitani. The older lioness blinked, knowing that she’d given plenty of clues about how much she lusted after her own daughter; she just didn’t expect that Trent would have gleaned all of them. “Why, dear…t-that would be so wrong of me t- “I want you to ride our daughter’s face and cum all over her tongue,” Trent silenced her with a phrase that Zira thought she only ever would have heard in her deepest, wildest dreams, and before she could consciously react, her thighs were already relaxing to lower her pubic mound further into the warm kiss of Vitani’s lips. “And I want you to play with her tits while you do…I want you to take out all of the lust that you feel for her…to show her how much her Mommy really cares about her.” For how long Trent had been able to hold out, the girls found themselves dealing with rapid orgasms throughout the afternoon, and that time, it was Zira’s turn to feel just how much Trent’s new attitude was pressing all the right buttons. She bit her lower lip and tried to hide the obvious, full-body shudder of delight that she felt when Vitani’s tongue pressed over the gap of her petals and teased the peak of her clitoris, but as much as Trent was grinning at the sight, Vitani could feel her mother’s pleasure directly…and whatever twisted part of her innermost desires spurred her on, it took her as far as pushing the full, warm felt of her tongue up into her own mother’s passage with a thick, eager purr. “Sounds to me like she knows just how much you care, Zira…but I don’t think I’ve quite gotten that point across just yet,” Trent suggested. “After all, I only punish her like this…b-because I care…” Just grinding and rubbing the underside of his flare against the unique, impressively accurate shape of the plushie’s womanhood was a delight for the zebra, but there were greater treasures to be had within, when he finally gripped the shaft of his own cock and adjusted the angle from above. The mating press took a little more practice than simply bending Vitani over a couch or pushing her over the edge of the bed, but his words were sincere: he wanted to prove how much he really cared about her, even if that came in the twisted display of his flare spreading her petals anew and giving her body even more pleasure to contend with. If Vitani wasn’t already tongue deep in Zira’s passage, she would have cried out with all the ecstasy that she felt with that singular act of penetration…and in it, she began losing track of just how many times she’d been pushed to the brink of her climax and back, but it wasn’t just the sheer quantity that was so incredible, for her. She’d spent plenty of time sitting around Trent’s house with her paw between her thighs, getting to know the unique anatomy of her enchanted body and figuring out how best to touch herself to achieve a release, but there was a natural variance to the intensity and the quality of her orgasms. With Trent plunging his cock deeper and deeper into her womanhood, she felt nothing less than the best of each one, and when his sack slapped against the small gap between her thighs and her backside, she could feel another wave of delight spreading through her already exhausted body. Just don’t stop, Daddy…I can’t fuck back against you…I can’t even move…but I want you to use me until I’ve proven that I can be a good girl…until you feel the kind of relief that you deserve to feel! Even the playful, bratty push and tease that she would have given proved impossible to cling to: this act transcended the emotional barriers that she put up on a daily basis, leaving her completely vulnerable to pleasure of the pump that followed…creating an awakening in the younger lioness of the kind of bliss she’d been denying herself by refusing to get into the moment. …Wish you weren’t so tasty, Mom…I know it’s wrong, but I don’t fucking care…I’m gonna do exactly what Daddy said and make you cum all over my tongue…I don’t even care if I get caught doing it! It was only Nala who could have walked in and made an observation about what a naughty, forbidden thing they were doing, but the girls didn’t think Trent would have stopped right then, even if Nala begged him to reconsider his actions. “Keep showing your mother h-how much you appreciate her mercy,” Trent whispered, trying to contain the delight that he felt when the full, throbbing weight of his shaft was draped in Vitani’s warmth. “Push that tongue even further, baby girl…let me see just h-how much you love eating out your own mother.” If anyone else were making that request…even if it was Zira herself, Vitani wasn’t sure that she would have listened. With Trent hammering down against her body and pumping into her eager, gripping passage with a new position and an even greater wealth of pleasure to be had, she couldn’t have been happier to flick the flat of her tongue back and forth over Zira’s clit, between the deep, playful thrusts that pushed the muscle up into her mother’s tender bodice. It proved so much greater a sensual act than Zira had given it credit for…but to be caught off guard twice in one afternoon was every bit as rare for her as it was wonderful. “Can’t believe I’ve w-waited this long to put her to work down there…I…I might never let you out, Vitani…” Zira trailed off with a quiet groan, her pleasure laced with a thin veneer of frustration at how quickly she was approaching her first release. From the beginning, she could feel herself fighting back against it in a vain attempt to save that sensation for Trent’s cock, but he was dedicated to making sure that Vitani received every drop of his cum, as the final act of the so-called punishment she was taking. Under the creak and whiiiine of the workbench, Vitani was taking more of that punishment than she ever thought possible, and her slender tummy revealed the tip of his flare through her overcoat when he finally bottomed out completely. Never thought I could be so full…thank goodness there aren’t any organs in there…he’d be scrambling my fucking guts if there were…and I’d probably still be begging him for more. Being honest with herself, even in the heat of that intimate moment, was what pushed Vitani into having her strongest release of the afternoon, but the gripping, milking muscles of her bodice still weren’t enough to overcome Trent, who pushed right through that exciting resistance, pounding into her with a degree of frustration that he’d never shown to Vitani before. She was used to getting under his skin with a quick tease here and there, and occasionally, he’d be a little rougher with her for it, but this was the first time that she worried she might actually feel sore from his efforts, even when that shouldn’t have been possible in the first place. It was the first time she could see him letting the genuine stress that plagued him in the pits of his eyes as he pounded into her, as if there was greater frustration in waiting for his orgasm to do away with his concerns for a little while. If that release wasn’t enough, Vitani wasn’t sure that anything would be, but she had no idea what an important thing she was already doing for the zebra, as she felt her legs pushing further and further back. Trent was giving her everything he had, pushing her body to limits that she wasn’t aware of in the first place, but the fact that he was willing to share the emotions he felt behind every thrust; that he was letting her catch even the slightest glimpse behind the curtain of a kind, gentle soul was connecting them in ways that she’d never anticipated, before. More than anything else, that left her body helpless, as her ankles came to rest by her ears, and her womanhood seized up completely, trying to trap his cock in place. “Good girl…g-gonna cum for Daddy…?” he asked, his breathing raspy as the true nature of his efforts began to take its toll on him. He couldn’t remember ever giving anyone such a lengthy session before, and even Zira was struggling with her disbelief…and a hint of jealousy, to think that Trent had never shared such endurance with her before. “Pretty sure she’s been g-getting off the whole time,” Zira suggested, having felt the muffled whimpers of a climax against her tender folds. “And it…it’s getting me off, too…f-fuck…push that tongue deeper, Vitani! D…do it! Tongue fuck your mother…yes!” The relief of feeling so much pleasure could only be put off for so long: Trent’s aggression hadn’t faded one bit, but his body wasn’t going to keep putting off the inevitable when Zira’s words were adding so much fuel to an already blazing inferno. Thrusting with such force that the hefty workbench shifted toward Zira, Trent pummeled into his would-be daughter and allowed her to feel the full, orgasmic throb of his length, just before the source of that throb erupted across her insides, utterly painting her vaginal passage with a single gush of his seed. The warmth of that cum, no matter how slick and plentiful, wasn’t enough to drown the fires of Vitani’s arousal…but she was too exhausted to beg him to keep going: laying back for him and gripping her mother’s backside proved to be her only avenues for relief. “That’s it…t-that’s the way, baby girl…keep…t-taking…every…f-fucking…drop…” Though his pace slowed, the force of each thrust was that much greater: each word came with a push, and each push came with a fresh, heated burst of cum, filling Vitani with such a volume that she could actually feel a swelling in the pit of her stomach. She wished she could have seen the same, but her eyes couldn’t escape the trap of Zira’s thighs…at least, not until Trent noticed the alluring stretch of her throat. “I think your mother is clean enough by now,” Trent suggested, catching his breath in rapid fashion and pulling his cock free of the warm, soaking passage that he’d so thoroughly enjoyed. “But I’m still a terrible mess…clean your own juices off of my cock and maybe, I won’t ground you for the rest of the night…” It was almost immature, but Vitani couldn’t have worried less about that: the threat was appealing to her in such a way that her inner muscles clenched up again, forcing a warm, slow ooze of excess cum to spill back over the edge of the workbench. The puddle on the floor would be her delight to clean up later, but she was practically giddy for the chance to take a drink straight from the source…and some part of her couldn’t help a hint of pride when she noticed how disappointed Zira was not to have the chance. “You really don’t think s-she’s learned her lesson?” the older lioness asked, still coming down from the brink of her orgasmic high, but moving back all the same when Trent dragged his dripping length across Vitani’s body. “Even after you just covered her w-with that mess?” “If you teach the lesson right the first time,” Trent paused, dropping his knees on either side of Vitani’s ankles to keep her trapped in that mating press pose, “You won’t ever have to teach it again…” Sure as he was that Vitani would have learned the real message of the lesson he mentioned, he winked all the same, hoping that she might allow her walls to come down again; he’d be glad to return the favor and do the same for her. It was a silent contract that they’d signed, but there were still plenty of sounds in the aftermath of the brutal, messy threesome that occurred: Vitani was overmodulating everything that she could as she flicked her tongue over the drooling tip of Trent’s flare, and when she felt him pushing right past her lips, she didn’t just guide the softening flesh toward the back of her throat. She made a deep, thick suckle against the middle of his shaft, and yelped with muffled delight when he grabbed her ears, tugging her head forth by force…leaving Zira that much greener with incestuous envy. “There…a-all the way to the balls, young lady…I’m afraid Daddy c-can’t let you off the hook until you’ve cleaned up this terrible mess you’ve made…” It was all under the guise of Trent being a good, responsible father: that made it all the more forbidden that he’d undertake such an act with his own daughter, but Vitani wasn’t just okay with that. She was so fired up that she moaned around her mouthful, wishing that Trent had the energy for one more, hour-long session. ** The couch was as comfortable a place to sleep as any when you’d literally pumped all the energy out of your body, but Trent was sleeping as peacefully as he ever had. On the workbench, Vitani was finishing up an inspection of herself, making sure that she hadn’t taken any real damage from the romp: she was shocked to find everything was still intact after the way that Trent had taken her. “Pretty sure you’re still in one piece, kiddo.” It wasn’t her own mother teasing her, but Nala…and the older lioness was standing with mild disdain on her face. It wasn’t the nude presence of the other felines that bothered her, but her body was showing a round, obvious sign of something else that might have been weighing on her thoughts. “…The hell happened to you?” Vitani asked, while Zira’s jaw nearly dropped to the floor. “We…w-we need to talk, girls.”