[b][u][center]A Hypothetical Daughter For Silverfox442 By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] The more he played with the VR system that they’d been developing, the more Matt saw new potential in it. With some ‘inspiration’ from Jenny, the VR system had helped produced an AI for an android body, and it had become a series of games for him and his little cousin as well, allowing them to take their fantasies to entirely new levels. The silver fox leaned back from the computer console the VR helmet was hooked up to, looking over the latest program. It was, perhaps, one of the most intensive tests that he’d come up with so far. Up until now, he’d given the ‘games’ a tree-like series of events to follow based on his choices within the game. This time…this time, he was asking it to generate an entirely new ‘character’ for him to interact with, based off of his brain scans and a pre-programmed character. A character who was currently taking up the entirety of his computer monitor, for that matter. He leaned back, looking at the naked blue fox that was sprawled out on a couch, her breasts bouncing as they only could in virtual reality, and her legs spread just enough to show off a slutty, wet slit. “What will you look like…my daughter?” It was a thought that had come to him the last time that he’d enjoyed some time with Anne and Jenny together. His cousins were amazing, but he never planned on having children of his own. Not with any of the ladies that he’d seen in real life. But in the virtual world, with an idealized woman… [i]What will she be like, I wonder?[/i] There was only one way to find out. The computer program was designed to take a scan of him, combine it with the preprogrammed information from Krystal, and then generate a child with certain random elements to simulate various upbringings. Perhaps…perhaps she would be an interesting one… Ignoring the ideas of what he was about to do to his own virtual daughter, Matt put the helmet on and ran the program. # As soon as the program loaded, Matt found himself right in the middle of a small living room. It felt familiar, while at the same time alien as he looked at the various trophies that hung from the walls. Things that he had hunted, but had never seen, as the program filled in the blank spots in his memory. “Honey…” He turned around, and there on the couch was the vixen that had become his…wife? Yes, wife. Krystal leaned back, her breasts barely covered by a blanket. She must have been napping, but she was quickly waking up as she let the blanket fall from her body. Her bare feet dangled down to the floor, and – as usual – her scent filled the room as soon as she parted her legs, the smell of a horny vixen quite powerful already. “It’s good to see you home, honey. Your daughter and I were waiting for you.” “Heh, and where is my ‘daughter’?” “Behind you, daddy!” He hadn’t even had a chance to turn before he felt his pants hit the floor and a tiny pair of lips slam themselves down on his sheath. The sheer impact and force dragged his cock out before he was ready, and Matt gasped out loud at the massive pleasure forced on him. Catching his breath as the suction continued, he looked down. It was a little eight year old female, her body covered in the same fur patterns as his, except that she was blue rather than silver. Her mouth was so tiny, smaller than Jenny’s, and it pressed down on all sides of his cock constantly. His eyes were already rolling back, his balls drawing up in an undeniable orgasm. He couldn’t even push her back before she pulled him all the way in, her jaw looking like it was on the verge of dislocating as she swallowed his knot. The lashing tongue around the base of it, swallowed, clenched around, was more than enough to shove him over the edge to orgasm, spurting down her throat without any resistance. The little blue fox pulled off of him while he was still cumming, catching his load in her hands and rubbing it on her face like a cream. She giggled, even as he panted. “Thanks, daddy! I was missing my favorite treat.” He chuckled. She was even more eager than her mother was, even more eager than Jenny was, and as shameless as both. Yet…kind and appreciative, too, rather than just taking it as her due. Maybe that was his part of her. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, and she kissed him in return before wrapping her arms around him in a hug. She kept holding even as he stood up, dangling from his shoulders and giving him little squeezes…and grinds, her pussy dangling over his cock. “Mmmm, we missed you, daddy. Mommy and I wanted to have you back every day. She keeps teasing me and training me with that dildo you left us, but it’s not the same. Is it, Mommy?” “No, no it’s not, Kassy. Not it’s not.” Feeling that small tail brushing back and forth over his cock as it wagged around wasn’t helping his erection go down. If anything, it was dragging it back up with a vengeance, and he was groaning as he tried to process this. This was his new home life? This was what the virtual program had picked up on for him and Krystal raising a girl? It was…rather sensual, to say the least. Had he really gone along with something this intense? It seemed like it. The more he looked, the more he saw that the family photos on the wall weren’t quite so innocent. Here and there, he saw that he was sitting with little Kassy’s legs spread wide around his lap, rather than sitting properly with her legs folded. He saw ones where his hand was suspiciously absent under his little girl, filling her up with his fingers, and he saw a few that…well, those shouldn’t be out in the open at all. He didn’t notice that he was losing his grip on the little vixen until he felt her pussy sliding down on the tip of his cock, and by then, it was too late. POP! “Ah!” “Ooooh, daddy! Yes, give it to me!” It was more like she was giving it to herself for the first few seconds; the little vixen was bouncing on him with a ferocity and need that he had most definitely not expected. Up and down, up and down the little girl went, her tight little hole squeezing and squirting around his cock from how wet she was. But eventually, he got control of himself. He smiled as he laid her down on the couch, her head pointed towards her mother, letting all three of them be involved. He kept her hips up on the arm of the couch, giving him a better point of leverage to slide in. All the while, Krystal smiled, and he chuckled as he saw her reaching down, fingering herself. “Enjoying seeing your daughter get fucked?” “Hehe, only as much as you’ve liked seeing her eat me out, darling.” So many things, so many little memories that the VR program had put together…it was amazing. He leaned forward, ramming into his little girl. She moaned under him, her eyes filled with affection as the little vixen looked up at him, her arms outstretched to wrap around his neck. He allowed it, leaning forward and feeling her grab him, felt her burying her face in his neck as he filled her, fucked her. Her fur rubbed against his crotch every time he slammed in, tickling his knot as he worked himself deeper and deeper. She tried to wrap her legs around him, but they were just that little bit too short. Despite that, he grinned at the reminder of how much she wanted him, how deep she wanted him inside of her, how much…how much smaller than him she was. [i]She’s amazing…so loving…so eager…[/i] Matt panted as his hips thrust faster and faster, his cock throbbing inside of her as he ground his knot against her pussy. It felt…eager, practiced, in a way, that others hadn’t. Had he even been training her with that? It felt…weird…to consider that, but at the same time his new memories felt like it was correct, right. Some sort of toy that had been big enough to simulate his knot had been used daily, getting her ready. He felt her squeezing down on him, and looked into her eyes. She whimpered, panting as she kissed him. “Cum in me, daddy…knot your little girl.” It was too much to resist, and he slammed in, hard. He felt her pussy loosen for the tiniest of seconds, letting his knot pop in, before she squeezed down harder than ever. He yipped as she milked him, pulling him deeper, her body squirming and shaking against him as she came. Out of the corner of his eye, he was aware of Krystal almost fisting herself to the show, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered…was little Kassy. As he slowed down, catching his breath, she kissed him again, her little lips pressing against his cheek before she giggled. “Come on, daddy…again, again!” “Heh…alright. But just for you, little girl.” # [i]Two hours later…[/i] Matt groaned as he pulled off the helmet, the various sensations of pleasure disappearing to be replaced by a general ache and fatigue. Not to mention a real mess of fox cum all over the place. He shook his head, knowing he’d be dealing with the clean-up for a while, but it was worth it. “That program…wow.” He leaned back, stretching out as he tried to get comfortable. No easy task when he’d been busy fucking a nymphomaniac so many different ways. And then her mother… It was one hell of a personality, and he was glad he’d saved it. Maybe…maybe he’d find a way to put her in a body, too. He’d managed it with Anne, so he just had to find the parts…and be able to afford it. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]