"Are you getting along better with your father?"

"Yeah, I really think so! Dad and I don't have fights anymore, I really love snuggling on the couch with him," spoke a young cinnamon husky girl, bashfully blushing as she held a throw pillow close to her chest, "and I think my friends are jealous that he drives me to school every morning and gets me breakfast."

A graying feathered gryphon dressed in a clean, dark suit, sitting across from the canine, had his yellow taloned feet crossed as he jotted notes onto his notepad, the heavy metallic pen scratching lines of ink across the fibers as he nodded with a quiet "Mmhmmm" before readjusting his glasses, "And how is your first year of high school? Are your classes going well?" The husky nodded, leaning forward and resting her elbows on her knees, "Yeah! So far, my grades have been getting a lot better. I don't really need Dad's help anymore but he likes to sit and watch me do it. And, well, I guess I don't mind, it's nice to have him sit next to me."

The gryphon scribbled a few more notes before glancing at his wristwatch, "My dearest Mackenzie, I think we should wrap our session up there, but I am so glad that you and your Dad have worked out a lot of your problems. I daresay you are much closer than most other father and daughter pairs that I've worked with," he said with a wink,"there is only so much that I can do. Both of you must really want to work things out, counseling can only do so much."

Mackenzie set the pillow aside and stretched her paws, standing up at the same time as the avian and giving him a big hug, "Thanks so much, Dr. Quivers," she said with tears in her eyes, "I used to be so mad and blamed him for making mom run away, but now I see that he's really a gentleman." He returned her hug, mutually breaking it off as he asked her, "Do you feel you both need another joint session together next week? I feel that our regular weekly sessions may come to an end and it may be time to meet only once a month to check in." Mackenzie whimpered, but nodded, "Yeah, I understand." Dr. Quivers shook his head, "I know I enjoyed our sessions together and I will miss seeing you and your Dad often, but it brings me great joy knowing that you are another success in mending family trauma."

He opened the heavy oak door between his office and the waiting room, "Come. I will walk you out."

***

"How'd it go, kiddo?" asked Colt as his daughter closed the door to the car, plopping herself into the passenger seat and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Like it always does, Dad. You ask me the same question every time…" Colt put the car into first gear, "...and every time I always get the same answer, I know, I know. I just want to hear it from you, Sweetie." Mackenzie zipped up her light sweater, buckling her seat belt on and kicking her paws up onto the dash, "Dr. Quivers says we should do a session together next week, thinkin' that we're not in need of weekly sessions anymore." As Colt turned into traffic, he smiled, "That doesn't sound like such a bad idea. I think he's right. What should we pick up for dinner?" As they discussed dinner plans, the stocky black-and-white husky rowed through the gears as effortlessly as the father and daughter laughed and talked about the events of the day; Mackenzie had just celebrated her and her boyfriend’s first week together with Colt chuckling at the young love, Colt himself had just received a promotion at work citing his massive improvement in productivity, and together they decided on pizza for dinner that night.

	Arriving at home, they settled in on the couch, munching down on their conquest of greasy cheese and buttery, flaky crust of pan-pizza topped with their favorites. Just a handful of weeks ago, they’d never have spoken much to each other, they wouldn’t have even eaten a meal together. Colt had been given advice from a friend who had been in a similar situation, a fox who couldn’t contain the rebel in his son but he himself referred to Dr. Quivers and they had seen improvements in their relationship suspiciously quickly, but Colt had reached the end of wits and didn’t know how to bridge the gap between himself and Mackenzie, caught in the crossfire of a nasty divorce. And now, he couldn’t be any happier with his daughter he thought in his head as he closed the blinds in the living room, his mind feeling fuzzy and warm, a slight drowsiness creeping in his consciousness with his belly full of carbohydrates as the glow of the TV washed over the pair of huskies. On the couch, Mackenzie’s eyes drooped as her paws lifted her shirt up and over her head, revealing her snow white belly fur and cute pink bra, standing up as her paws maneuvered behind her back to undo their clasp, the padded fabric dropping to the ground to reveal her small, budding chest, her nipples already beginning to harden and show through her fluffy fur. She let out a small sigh as her eyes opened fully once again, but to an outside observer her dark blue eyes appeared glazed over and unfocused, as though the lights were on but nobody was home. Colt was very much in the same state, his big brown eyes glassy with large, dilated pupils as he slowly moved toward Mackenzie, undoing each button on his dress shirt and letting it slide to the floor without a single care, undoing his belt as Mackenzie did the same to rid herself of her shorts, revealing the lack of any undergarments on either of them, both kicking off the restricting apparel until they both were naked and meeting together.

	Both smiled dumbly, Colt a good head-and-a-quarter or so taller than Mackenzie, the elder husky moving his muzzle downward to meet in a kiss with the shorter dog, but a kiss unlike the tiny love peck from earlier; indeed, this was a lover’s kiss as both tasted each other’s tongue and hot breath, with Mackenzie’s dainty petite paws stroking and rubbing her father’s thick, canine knotted cock while he himself reached down between her legs and rubbed her wet crotch, bracing her body with his other paw and breaking off the kiss to lick and nuzzle her maturing breasts as she let out a soft moan. Their waking selves were out cold, unaware that their bodies were acting on autopilot, only moving into action that brought pleasure as their brains dumped all sorts of chemicals and hormones, their subconscious quite happy and content to guzzle the cocktail soup of dopamine and oxytocin; the fact that they were father and daughter was of no importance, in their muddled minds that just made the act of bonding even more erotic.

Mackenzie dropped to her furred knees as her unfocused eyes glazed upon the shaft that had given her life, teasing the tip with a pawtip and being rewarded with a small squirt of thin pre that she eagerly licked with her long, canine tongue before opening her muzzle wide and slowly taking in her dad's cock. Colt above her let out a muted huff of pleasure and rested his paws on her petite shoulders, letting his daughter continue at her own pace as a quiet schlurp reached their ears, his legs twitching as Mackenzie gently fondled his scrotum and rubbed his furry perineum. The pair were oddly quiet, only grunting and moaning on instinct when their bodies insisted on acting on the reflexes of their simple bodies of flesh and nerves. Colt began to lightly thrust forward into Mackenzie's heavenly muzzle, held hostage to the insidious programming in his mind that he must thrust, must receive pleasure, must breed.

Must breed.

Breed.

Breed.

He must breed.

With a sluggish push, he freed himself from his offspring's muzzle and she in turn instinctively knew what was next. With a blank smile, her mind lightly whispering at her suggestions to roll over, to look back, to bend over. Bend over. Bend over. Now. She did just that, falling onto her elbows as spread her knees apart to reveal her puffy, soaking pussy to her father, looking back with a dull stare as she flagged her curved tail upwards, panting as her brain was rewarded for properly obeying the hidden instructions in her head. Colt leaned down, maneuvering his tongue into her young, underdeveloped cunt, tasting her tart feminine fluids...tasting the strong iron and musk of semen as well, memories flashing through his head of that morning's breeding session as she rode and bounced on his cock in the shower…

The memories were swept away as quickly as they had come: this was not time to reminisce. This was time to breed. Colt pulled his tongue back, scooting forward until his tip just poked into Mackenzie's entrance, leaning down to her ear in a brief moment of lucidity to whisper "Love you, kiddo."

Mackenzie groaned as she could feel her father spear forward into her slowly, feeling her vagina stretch around him once again, her mind too recalling all the times before he had penetrated inside her, especially of him taking her virginity in an office she vaguely remembered. But just like Colt, those thoughts were fleeting as she felt him hilt her, drawing back slowly before pushing forward once again. Both stared straight ahead, not a single coherent word exchanged between them except the primal growls and grunts of mating as daddy husky picked up the pace, not caring or even aware of the act of sex with his underage daughter. All he knew was that with every thrust forward, his balls would slap against flesh, his ears would hear a wet schlick, his cock would be surrounded by heated pleasure, and it felt fucking awesome. Mackenzie, too, was lost to the pleasure as she felt a rapidly expanding knot brush its way in and out of her folds, ecstatic that she could experience exactly what her mother was missing out on. Sweat coated their bodies as the young gal let out whimpers and moans, wiggling and flexing her form to get Colt in deeper, the elder husky appreciating her efforts as he pulled back to flip his daughter over once more, yanking her toward him as she threw her cute, delicate footpaws on either side of Colt's sides. Daddy husky continued to thrust, the carpeted floor rubbing beneath them from the force of their breeding session, the sounds and cries of sex floating out the open kitchen window to an eavesdropping labrador neighbor who knew the pair lived alone, of their voices, and of their relation, blushing in shame while dropping his pants to paw at the mental image of his neighbor husky knot deep in his young daughter. Colt rested his right arm above Mackenzie’s head while his left clamped tightly to her right side to give him leverage, her firm, developing chest barely swaying to the motions of the big, virile husky above. Soon, his knot had expanded and locked himself deep inside forbidden territory, eyes shooting wide as his enlarged pupils looked down to take in the sight of the massive bulb stretching out the flesh just below her navel; still, he continued his conquest with short, erratic humps pulling and yanking at her flesh. Both with big, dopey grins, they reached climax together, Colt staring out into nothingness as Mackenzie herself laid her eyes on the ceiling, unable to hold back a guttural moan as she felt her insides warm up, each taboo spurt of the very sperm that spawned her filling up her womb, the little swimmers searching fruitlessly for a fertile egg that was not quite ready yet, as Colt quit his thrusting to push forward in finality. With heavy pants, Colt twisted Mackenzie around to her side so they could spoon together, breathing into her furred ears while his muscled chest rubbed against her back, using his right arm to support both of their heads like pillows while his left paw lapped up what fluids it could from Mackenzie’s crotch and rubbed and massaged her chest, flicking and gently squeezing her nipples, with the daughter husky clenching down and pulsing around the massive cock invading her to coax more cream out of Colt.

As they stared at the TV with dull eyes, their pupils shrank back down as their heartbeats began to slow down, conscious minds slowly awakening and taking in the sight of whatever movie playing on the large screen while simultaneously ignoring the thick scent of sex or the fact that they were naked and knotted. As Colt continued to squirt inside his daughter and as she continued to clench down around his fat knot, the hormones flooding through their post-coital cuddles further strengthened their bond, the synapses inside their brains lighting up in joy in the act of being the closest canines ever could be. Together, wordlessly, they watched some drama they couldn't quite recall the beginning of but enjoyed it nonetheless, Colt letting out a soft moan as his knot deflated and popped free of his young daughter, pulling his sensitive shaft out slowly while Mackenzie marveled at how empty she always felt, enjoying the feeling of thick, gooey semen running down and pooling on her thighs. Eventually, both would rise in preparation of lights out, giggling in unison as they hopped in the shower together and gave each other a good scrub down, memories of their mating forgotten as both ignored the stream of cum leaking out of her pussy. Mackenzie's room was long forgotten, mostly a placeholder these days as she climbed naked into her dad's bed, a quick muzzle-to-muzzle kiss before they headed off to sleep.

***

"Dr. Quivers is ready for you two," spoke the receptionist, "He is in room 17 today." The husky pair held hands as they moved down the hall toward room 17. Mackenzie thought she could hear what sounded like a dull moan past one of the rooms, but she was far too distracted staring at the jeweled ring on her left paw, one that used to belong to her mother. Daddy and I are engaged! Of course, she wasn't sure how she would tell her friends and classmates, they'd probably think it was very strange for a 14-year-old to be engaged, to her father no less. She also wasn't quite sure how to explain that she was pregnant; it wasn't a mystery who the father was, she knew her dad was perfect for her and he'd be the perfect father for their unborn pup. She was so lost in thought that she didn't realize they were already in Dr. Quivers' room, in a larger office space with foam walls. Strange.

"Welcome, I am so glad to see you two. This will be our last session of regular meets together," he spoke proudly as he undid his belt and loosened his zipper, pulling down his pants and undergarments as Colt walked over to Mackenzie and gently pulled her shirt over her head to reveal her lack of a bra, her breasts having since already started showing signs of swelling. The elder husky undid her pants and peeling down her panties, already wet from her leaking folds while Dr. Quivers finished stripping down himself, revealing a well-aged, stocky build covered in dull gray feathers and fur. While his eyes weren't as sharp as they were in his youth, the middle-aged gryphon could see well enough to drink in the sight of the delicious female husky standing and seductively staring back at him with an empty haze and wide smile. The avian got to his knees to tongue her breasts, tenderly rubbing her swollen vagina in preparation of the next act, moving to stroke himself and lubricate his pointed gryphon cock as Colt himself unzipped his pants to free his canine shaft, sitting down on the couch and slowly pawing at the sight of their therapist lifting up his daughter by the thighs as she locked her arms around his neck and her muzzle to his beak, a spurt of canine pre shooting up out of his cock down onto his pants as he grinned dumbly at the sight of Dr. Quivers spearing forward into his fiancee. While the gryphon lacked a knot, his shaft was almost a cone of pure, hot flesh that was as wide as a canine knot at the base, the barbs at his tip scraping at the young husky. The gryphon broke off and stared lovingly at Mackenzie, "Did those pregnancy pills work, my dear?" Mackenzie smiled and nodded, mildly slurring "Y-yes. I am pregnant with -huff- Dad's pup." 

"Excellent," he rejoiced, "although I have wondered what husky gryphon hybrids would look like." The teenager merely nodded, hearing but not quite comprehending what was spoken, just knowing that every slam of Dr. Quivers' hips meant an explosion of pleasure to her as she was bred like proper breeding stock. He carried her over to the sofa where Colt was sitting, laying her down to give him a better angle and more leverage. As Colt watch with glassy eyes, he was aroused at the sight of pleasure wracking his daughter's face; normally he would be upset that his underage daughter was getting absolutely fucked by their therapist, but instead the programming floating around in his consciousness whispered praise for sharing her with the man who had brought them such wonderful bonding, and so instead he groaned as he thrust his hips upwards and came, blowing thick, virile canine semen all over her breasts and his pants. "O-oh kid...you might be my favorite patient, you feel better than that deer middle schooler who visits me from time to time…" he thrusting became erratic, more violent as he let out a screech, confident that the soundproofing would cover the noise. Mackenzie cried out in a howl as her vagina clamped down and massaged that gryphon cock of as much seed as possible, the lack of a knot letting the gooey hot cream to leak between their flesh, gasping as she felt her belly warm up from the sheer amount. 

The doctor slowly pulled out, more avian seed running down between her thighs and soaking into the couch covers. Mackenzie sat up and closed her eyes, still reeling in the afterglow as Colt rolled down onto his knees and buried his furry muzzle into her viscous pussy, lapping and cleaning up after Dr. Quivers. The gryphon chuckled as he picked up her used panties, "I think I'll keep this as a memento. I know you won't remember, but your programming should send some more clients my way. And I expect to have first dibs at your offspring in a handful of years, understood?" Both huskies murmured in assent, not knowing what they agreed to but agreeing nonetheless as the doctor let out a hearty laugh, "Gods, it's been years since I've done this, but why don't you raise your tail for me, Colt? Your ass is just absolutely beautiful, as rounded as your daughter." Colt turned and looked back with a shy smile, spreading his legs and raising his furred tail with a pleading whimper.

***

Mackenzie finished clearing out her locker, packing the last of her books into a backpack, turning to hug her best friend, a fox gal that she had known for years. "Oh Kenzie, I'm going to miss you so much," she cried as she held into the canine tighter, "I know you're just moving schools but who am I gonna talk shit with now?" She pressed down on Mackenzie's slowly growing belly, "Are you sure you're not going to tell me who put that pup in you?" The husky giggled, "It was Daddy who did it." The fox rolled her eyes, "I never thought you'd be into the whole 'daddy' kink. What does your Dad think of you callin' your boyfriend 'daddy?'" Mackenzie shrugged with a mischievous look in her eyes, "He hasn't said anything about it, so I guess he's okay with it."

The vulpine and husky walked down the hall together, "I wish I was as close with my brother as you are with your dad. I guess all you have is each other after the whole divorce, ya'know?" Mackenzie stopped walking and shuddered, letting out a soft huff. "You okay?"

Mackenzie smiled back reassuringly, "Y-yeah, I'm fine. Had a brain fart I guess. What was that you were saying about your brother? My Dad and I worked out a lot of our issues with counseling, why don't you try and give it a visit together? I really recommend our therapist, Dr. Quivers…"