He ran his tongue over his teeth as he slowly woke, urgent messages from his bladder rousing him from sleep. 
Moving to get up and use the bathroom he found he was still firmly tied into Melody's tight pucker. 
The tug was strong enough as he went to get up to wake the sleeping pup too. 
"Urrhgm daddy stoop, I'm tired... I dun wan play" she murmured sleepily. 
"Sorry poppet, daddy really needs a wee" he kissed her cheek as he leaned over her, trying to figure out a solution. 
Pissing with an erection sucked, it was hard work and felt weird.
Doing it while his knot was still full was even worse. 
How was he even still hard? He'd been asleep. Glancing at his watch answered for him, it'd been all of twenty minutes, they'd hit the pillow and just passed out, he'd probably stopped cumming (he couldn't feel himself throbbing at least) so was just waiting for his knot to soften enough to pull out without hurting her. 
If it wasn't so late and it wasn't her ass he'd be tempted to really give it a test. But right now he didn't want to, she'd been though enough for the night. 
"Then go..." she murmured, clearly not fully aware he was still lodged in her ass. 
"I..." he cut himself off as he went to tell her he was still tied. He'd done it before, and this was a fair compromise between waiting and hurting himself and pulling out now and hurting her. 
"This is going to feel funny baby, but it's OK. Daddy just needs a wee." 
"Huuuh? Jus... " she suddenly awoke properly under him as he released his bladder into her battered anus. Warm piss mixing with cooling cum as it sloshed and gurgled deeper into her. 
"Daaahhhddy... Whyhhyhy?" She complained, whimpering at the strange feeling of more liquid pumping into her bowls. 
It wasn't something that she was unused to or would too often object too, but being woken up, after being functionally raped on camera in front of her friends, to it was somewhat objectionable. 
"Shh shh it's ok, guh, daddy's just... So desperate... Unh that feels so good..." he seemed to pee for ages, the nights alcohol, and the big bottles of water he'd chugged in the taxi home, suddenly reaching his bladder and demanding release. 
"Daddy ... That's gross" 
He rolled fully on top of her, supporting himself on his elbows. He started to buck his hips, his stream of warmth started to finally subside. 
"I know princess, just, enjoy, imagine it's daddy's cum, filling you nice and full. Maybe putting some puppies in your tummy?" 
She whimpered and mewled automatically at being humped. The feelings of that and his soft voice mixing with her exhaustion, she found it was getting hard to remain awake. 
He gave a single hard thrust, holding her close and deliberately making his cock throb as if he was cumming. 
"Good girl, daddy's going to breed you, make you my precious princess. Just sleepy and full of daddy's warmth, all his little sperms fertilising your eggs, making you a mummy, so nice and full. So tired from being a good girl for daddy. Shh shh" 
He whispered, rolling back to the side. 
Feeling her drift off back to sleep, thoughts of being filled and impregnated by her father filling her mind as he finished filling her ass with his piss, he wondered why he's said that. 

It had been on his mind for a couple of weeks and he'd not really thought about it properly, but why now? Why did his brain do this to him. Reminding him of a series of conversations he and his wife had had over the years. From general years ago, to very specific only a month ago. 
The topic has varied about Melody and her health and condition, but then onto her sexuality and activities. The latest being what if he, or their son, got her pregnant. 
It would be one thing of their son, Jay, got his mother pregnant (although she was on birth control and he did take precautions when it was more risky). But getting their pup daughter pregnant was another very different thing.
Fighting off the worry he could feel building, and knowing in his slightly drunk and tired state he would spiral and end up in a bad place mentally, he forced himself to think about other things. 
Thinking of his wife’s trip abroad and his son's holiday with friends over the half term, he soon found his centre again and drifted off to sleep.


He sat sipping the orange sports rehydration drink his wife had bought and put in the fridge for him after he told her about the plans to "go for some celebratory drinks" after work.
He wasn't particularly hung over, but was definitely dehydrated, and somewhat sleep deprived. 
He flicked around the news articles on his tablet as he munched some toast and sipped the glass of sports drink, his ears flicking as he heard Melody padding down the stairs. 
"Hay poppet. How're you this morning? Sleep well?" 
The grey brown pup yawned expensively as she entered the kitchen. 
"Mmm tired, you kept meh up late..." she mumbled as she approached the table. 
"You where already up late with your friends on the computer, it was well past your bedtime…"
He looked over at his daughter, her worn “Daddy's Princess” shirt stained with sexual fluids, the fur of her upper thighs and ass was matted and stained.
Laughing softly he made a show of holding his nose and waving a hand in front of his face
"Phew, gosh, someone's a pongy puppy today! We'll get you cleaned up after breakfast OK? Can't go to town all wiffy" he stood and grabbed her some juice and her own toast. 
Pausing to watch her pull out a chair and flop onto it. 
Some would have objected to her sitting on the chair without putting something down before, especially given the set had belonged to his great grandmother, but the wood was hardy and well finished, and it helped he remembered what decidedly more unhygienic things had come into contact with the chairs over their long life. 
Deftly taking control of his tablet and putting a podcast on she liked, it always surprised him she liked the satirical news and current affairs podcast Page 82, but she was an odd pup in so many other ways, she quietly yawned
Sliding fresh toast and juice in front of her he sat back down muzzing her hair as he did so. 
"After we both get washed we need to nip into town, mum left us some bits to do okay?" 
She made an unintelligible sound of what was probably acceptance as she worth though the thickly buttered slice. 


Patting the plate he was holding with a tea towel, and setting it to dry he smiled at his dearest daughter.
She was still yet to develop out into a woman, her chest and hips remaining flat, but had suffered several heats already (and, of course, had been sexuality active for as long, maybe longer).
A patina of dull brown flecks over her cheeks and muzzle showed where freckles lay beneath her grey brown fur, almost matching flecked darker brown and tans down her back and arms. He could just see the white which started around her neck and flowed down her inner thighs. 
"Come on, uuup we get, phew wiffy girl this morning, let's get you a shower" he scooper her up carrying the tired pup upstairs to the bathroom.
It wasn't particularly clear to see her mixed border collie / German shepherd stock without really giving her a good look. She wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled into his shoulder, holding on has he carried her. 
She was too old really to be carried, being in double digits now, but, she was tired and it made him feel good he could still easily lift and carry her, he still had a few year hopefully of her being his little puppy princess. 
Setting her down he dropped the pyjama bottoms and t-shirt he had pulled on for breakfast into the wash basket, joining the pink and sparkly text of her own top. 
He was pretty ripe too after last night, and having a quiet shower with her would be nice.

Turning the shower on and hopping on, not bothering to warm it up as ambient was generally fine, he beckoned her in.
"Come on, I need help with my back" 
She joined, dolloping a good squirt of shower gel into her hands.
A gentle lavender and rose scent soon filling the room as she rubbed over her kneeling father's back, massaging the foaming soap into his fur, enjoying the cool calm and methodical ritual of a shower.

Kneeling under the falling rain of the shower he relaxed at the soft touch of his pup. 
Passing her the hand help to rinse him off properly, she soon tapped him to stand up. Obediently he did, so practiced at this they hardly needed to speak.
He started to wash his chest and pits in the cool water as she did the same for herself. 
"Daaad"
"Yeeeeess" he teased back at her drawn out questioning tone. 
"Can, can you... Help wash...can I...help..." 
He chuckled, it was sweet, they showered together and she'd wash his back, and he (or her mother) would wash her hair (and back if she was really grubby), but she was still sometimes embarrassed to ask to have help washing her crotch, or to help wash his (and often, by extension, fool around a bit). 
"Of course dear, do you want daddy to help clean the mess he made? And maybe help him make another?" She paused and considered a moment, 
"No. I just need some help" She said in a small voice. 
She turned from him and held her tail out of the way. He could see why she was asking for help, her fur was matted and covered in dry cum and some piss. It wouldn't be easy for her to deal with it alone. 
Reaching over he grabbed a small rubber hand brush and knelt behind her, squiring gel into the nubby bristles. 
"Oh. Ah, sorry. Daddy didn't realise he'd made /quite/ such a mess of you." He chuckled softly "If you can hold your tail and cheeks apart please..." he leaned in and started to scrub small circles working the soap into her fur thoroughly. Grabbing a bottle of fur wash he added the thicker goo to the mix, the solution designed to get really dried in or caked on dirt out of fur. Content he'd covered all he gave her bum a quick slap and received a pleasing yelp from her in return. 
"Let's leave that to work. I'll help you do your thighs, if you'd be so good as to turn around." 
She released her tail and cheeks, turning.  
In his kneeling position she just about eye level, she stared into his dull brown eyes with the blue/green she got from her mother. 
She kissed him.
Hard. 
She wrapped her arms around his head and shoulders and /kissed/ him, it was like something out of a film.
She'd kissed him, but never quite like this. He had kissed her like this, but, not quite, this was full of emotion, not just lust. 
After the initial shock wore off he went to return the kiss, but instead she broke off, grinning softly as looked deep into his eyes again,
"Love you daddy... thank you... For... Everything..." There was a deep sincerity to her words. And then she kissed him again, harder, as if trying to push her words into him.

He just let himself kneel there, arms limp as she kissed him. 
He became aware of his tail thumping the sides of the bathtub as she released him finally with a soft giggle. 
"Thank you" she whispered, kissing his nose one final time. 
He smiled softly back. 
He'd have to talk to his wife about this, mostly to make sure they both where on the same page about their daughter. But, right now, he felt a deep swell of love for his daughter and admired her, he knew she'd grow up and do well, she'd grow into a beautiful women, one he'd be proud to have on his arm, or walk down the aisle
For now, he saw his puppy: her wonky canines, her freckles, her flat chest and boyish frame, her smooth mound as yet untouched by hair with its freckles and large clit, the messy streaks of cum covering her crotch.
And he loved her so much for being his daughter in every way; a messy, horny, quite but adventurous pup who was boundlessly curious.
Before things to get too weird and sentimental, and he overthought what he was feeling, he smiled gently back, said 
"I love you too princess" in soft tones, 
His hand moved like a cowboy in the old films, during a stand off. One moment by his side, the next bringing his weapon to bare.
He blasted her crotch and tummy with the cold water from the handled. 
She shrieked with laughter and surprise.