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A Light Breakfast

"Liza! You're going to miss the bus," Leon hollered over his shoulder, letting his voice carry upstairs to where his incorrigible nine year old daughter was thumping about doing God-knows-what.

Leon turned his gaze back out the window, holding his coffee mug thoughtfully just below his chin as he stared out into the neighborhood beyond. Outside, a skinny dalmatian pedaled by, tossing a plastic-wrapped paper onto a distant neighbor's birdbath. Across the street a few doors down paced Mr Dubois, a tall, athletic doberman - without a shirt - surveying the edge of his yard with a string trimmer, even at this early hour.

Leon's long rabbit-ears perked as a succession of light thumps heralded his daughter's descent from upstairs. He turned to greet her with a smile as she rounded the doorway into the sunlit kitchen. The sight of her made his chest well with emotion every time, a pang of fatherly adoration. His daughter Elizabeth was draped in a pale yellow sundress, ruffled below the chest with a big bow across the front. He found her dress a bit fancy for school to be honest, but she was in love with it and was likely to wear it to tatters. Her fur was a brilliant white, splotched with chestnut-brown spots and patches. Like a fuzzy little Appaloosa, he often mused. Her little pink lips and nose stood out from the perfect white fur on her muzzle in the most painfully adorable way.

She bounced on her heels in the doorway, the straps of her bookbag over the top of her shoulders.

"Good morning, bug," Leon grinned, approaching the kitchen island where he had prepared two dueling boxes of cereal. "What will it be today, frosted flakes or sugar Frogs?" he inquired with a bit of playful salesmanship in his voice, lifting each box in turn.

"Sugar Frogs, please," his daughter replied, slipping her colorful bookbag from her shoulders to the floor in one motion as she hopped up onto a stool along the far side of the island. Her slim fingers reached out for the bowl set out for her.

"One order of sugar frogs, coming right up," Leon grinned, shaking out the frog-shaped cereal bits into her bowl with a rustle. He smiled at his daughter as he filled up the bowl with milk until the cereal just started to float, then poured his own bowl. "You're a bit late. Better vacuum those up or you'll miss the bus." Liza dug in quickly, spooning up the crunchy little frogs into her mouth, but not without a tiny little drip of milk down her fuzzy chin.

"Big day at school today?" he asked idly, between mouthfuls of frog.

Liza gave a little shrug, cheeks adorably stuffed as she munched away.

"You've got all your homework?"

"Yesh Fad," she replied through a full mouth, stating the obvious while rolling her eyes a bit. As her father he had seen those big brown eyes roll back in her head more times than he could count, but she was too damn cute to bristle much at it. But he wasn't without a response.

"Oh, forgive me, Liza-bug," he grinned. "I forget that you never, ever forget your homework, like, say last week..." Those big brown eyes rolled right back up, and Leon couldn't help but chuckle.

Liza swallowed and tipped the bowl toward her lips, and drank the last of the milk. Leon nodded to himself. Nothing like sugary cereal milk. He stepped around the island, noting a that little dribble of milk matting his daughter's chin-fuzz together. "Hey, chin-up," he mused, reaching his paw out to curl his finger upwards in indication. Liza lifted up her chin, and Leon ducked in quickly to give the milky chin-fur a soft little lick, then smoothed it back down with his thumb.

Liza blushed softly, and dimpled her lower lip with her teeth, rattling her spoon around in her bowl idly.

"You know, Dad, you could give me a ride to school..."

Leon scruffled his daughter's headfur with his fingertips and smiled. "Oh? What's wrong with the bus? You're not getting teased are you?"

"No! Dad... I was just thinking," she paused. "You know, we could... "

"Could what?"

"You know..."

The front of Leon's slacks tightened suddenly and considerably. He smiled and reached down to grip the round seat of Liza's stool and turned her around to face away from the window. He took her in, her embarrassed grin, her bright, innocent gaze, her tall, white-and-brown dappled ears, with a bright fuzzy halo around them from the sunlight streaming in the kitchen window.

"What I know, is that you're going to get me in all sorts of trouble," he growled playfully. "It was the lick, hmm?" he mused, nosing down under his daughter's fuzzy white chin, rubbing his muzzle softly into the fur covering her throat. Her throat fur was downy-soft and perfect, like all the rest of her for that matter. He breathed in deeply, taking in the fruity notes of her shampoo, and underneath that her own clean scent, warm and familiar. His ears flagged up high above his head, erect with growing excitement. He snuffled around through the lovely scent of his daughter's throat fur, nosing along down to crook of her shoulder, blowing little puffs of warm air here and there. He worked his teeth and lips lightly up the side of her neck, hearing his daughter gasp quietly along the way. His eyes peered past her to the big window. He scanned the adjacent yards briefly, before standing up.

"Dad?" Liza asked quietly, unsure of why her father had withdrawn.

"It's alright, pumpkin. Just making sure of something," he grinned. He slipped his paws down to his daughter's hips, sliding upwards, feeling that little curve of her waist, so petite and perfect. He closed his eyes briefly and recalled the times spent running his fingers over that little dip above her hip as she lay spooned in against him. His paws eased in up under her armpits, and with a little heave he lifted her off the stool and onto the countertop. She gave a delightful little squeal as he lofted her, his grinning only growing broader at the sound of it.

"You stay right there," Leon ordered playfully, dropping to his knees - then easing back to sit on his heels. He gathered up one of her feet in his paws, slipping one braided sandal from it, then the other. He held her delicate ankles in his paws and lifted her big, fluffy white rabbit-feet to his face, nestling in against them, rubbing muzzle and cheeks along her furred soles. His daughter laughed brightly.

"You're so weird," she scolded between giggles.

"I'll show you weird," Leon grinned in response, enveloping one of her big toes in his mouth, his tonguetip meandering around the fluffy digit. He pulled back and worked his way from big to little across her squirming toes with a grin. "It's not my fault you're so eat-ible."

"Edible!" she corrected.

"So you admit it! Don't mind if i I do," he laughed, before sliding his tongue up one of her fuzzy soles. He nuzzled softly up along her shin, then gave his daughter a mischievous grin. He lifted himself off haunches, kneeling with his chin just above the island countertop. He lifted the ruffled hem of her dress, bunching it and pushing it up into her lap. Her cotton underwear was covered in pink and purple horizontal stripes. "Put your feet on my back, pumpkin," he murmured though warm nuzzlings to the girl's soft thighs, the thicker fur there still just so slightly damp from her morning shower. That same fruity aroma of shampoo did not completely hide his daughter's own scent, stronger here, and stronger still as he nosed slowly upwards. He felt a lovely frisson across his scalp at the sheer delight of making his daughter squirm, teasing her with warm puffs of breath, working closer and closer to that enticing pink fabric.

Her big, fuzzy feet settled onto his back, and he felt her gently shuffling her toes along the fabric of his dress shirt. He briefly wished to feel them splaying through his bare fur, but he had other things to attend to. His paws reached up under his daughter's thighs, wrapping his hands around her bubbly little butt, and scooched her forward to the very edge of the countertop. He brought his muzzle forward, pressing the tip of it right up against the crotch of his daughter's striped panties, pressing in firm, paws giving an excited squeeze to her posterior.

He drew in a deep breath, and his arousal twitched in response. Even fresh after a shower with the girliest of shampoos, through the fabric of clean cotton, her scent was unmistakable. In a fluid motion his left arm slipped back down, muzzle drawing away just long enough for his thumb to hook into the leg of Liza's underwear, drawing it away up against her thigh.

His muzzle, now wedged against his daughter's bare sex, nuzzled in slow and leisurely, deep breaths filling his nostrils with her unfiltered scent. His perked ears took in his daughter's every breath, hearing it hitch here and there with each tingly sensation of his soft muzzlefur brushing her vulva. He smiled at the corners of his muzzle even as he wallowed in her scent, relishing her pleasure. His tongue eased out, sliding out into the downy fur covering her labia, spreading her and dipping in toward the bare skin of her labia minora.

Liza's hands left the edge of the countertop, her fingers splaying into Leon's headfur as she drew in a gasp of breath. Leon smiled in response, and slid his tongue up and down her delicate flower, tracing his daughter's hidden petals softly, teasing out their extents through the delicate, fluffy fur enveloping them. With his daughter's hands holding his headfur for support, he dared to bring his other paw around. With both thumbs, he gently spread his daughter's little labia wide apart, easing his head back just far enough to steal a glance.

The angelic little pink sex in front of him, framed by the most perfect, short white fur, made his arousal throb again painfully hard in his slacks. He could feel a distinct slickness in his underwear now, his constrained cock leaking steadily. His tonguetip slipped up to swirl around and over the hood of his little doe's clitoris, and he was immediately rewarded with a sharp squeal and a snug clench of his daughter's thighs against his head. He wedged his muzzle forward against that involuntary squeeze and slid his tonguetip downwards from there, feeling the little divot of her urethra before his tonguetip slipped into the opening of his daughter's little tunnel.

His tonguetip could feel the gentle squeeze of Liza's hymen around his tonguetip as he pushed inwards - knowing just how far he could push into her without causing discomfort - stopping when he felt that snug grip around the first inch of his tongue. He curled his tongue upwards, tasting his daughter's inner slickness, sweet and tangy within and so wonderfully hot around his tongue. He gave a few gentle rolls of his tongue, in and out, in and out, his twitching ears monitoring his girl's erratic breaths.

After a minute of this, he drew his tongue back, letting the tang of his daughter's honey melt away in his mouth for a moment. He then nuzzled upwards, and wrapped his lips around hood and clit alike, suckling sweetly but relentlessly, as the tip of his tongue fluttered against it.

Liza squealed and rocked her little hips, grinding against her father's muzzle, her feet sliding up and down haphazardly along his dress shirt, tugging it from his slacks. Her father kept his lips firmly pressed against her clit, holding fast, keeping his limber tonguetip working in alternating swirls and fluttering attacks, teasing his daughter just as had her own mother so many times.

A squeal - a bright, beautiful squeal marked his daughter's orgasm there on the kitchen island countertop, her hips jerking in erratic, aimless motions as control of the young doe's body was now overtaken by spasms of pleasure. Leon kept suckling, but only so long as to bring his beloved girl right to the edge of over-stimulation, then relented at last, standing shakily to his feet.

Leon felt the strain at the front of his slacks distinctly, his bulge looming inches from his daughter's sex, a dark stain where his preseed soaked clean through. Liza looped her arms around his shoulders and nuzzled her face in against his chest. Leon smiled and nosed down into the damp fur of his daughter's headfur, one arm sliding around her in a snug embrace, the other dipping down to cup the curve of his daughter's mons pubis lightly in his palm. His fingers caressed the delicate, slickened petals of her sex, softly teasing her in the afterglow as she shuddered against his chest so beautifully.

"Want a taste, love?" he murmured against one of her ears, which swiveled upright at his words.

She nodded silently against his chest. Very softly, he eased a fingertip down to the bottom of the little doe's vulva, dipping into the slickness there, easing slowly, gently inwards, hesitating at each soft gasp escaping his daughter's lips. When he felt that virgin snugness around the second digit of his finger, he just gently wiggled it within her while easing out and back in. After a long moment, the silence marked only by the thud of their heartbeats and the soft second-hand tick of the kitchen clock, he eased his finger from her finally and stepped back. He brought his fingertip, glazed with her honey, right up to her lips.

This was her own little treat. He lifted a paw to cup her cheek, feeling her press back against his palm. That slick fingertip touched her delicate pink lips and he could feel the flush of heat against his palm as she blushed. The silken warmth of her muzzle soon enveloped his finger, and his arousal gave another desperate throb within his pants. He wriggled his finger against his daughter's tongue as she tasted herself on it, watching her savor her own taste. He grinned broadly, enjoying indulging this little innocent kink of hers. He didn't blame her one bit for liking it.

Leon looked up and glanced once more out the window, then slowly eased his fingertip from his daughter's lips. She looked up at him brightly as he tipped her chin upwards with a gentle nudge of his thumb and curled forefinger. Their muzzles met softly, his daughter's rising up to meet him in a way that made his heart skip a beat. Her tonguetip darted out against his lips with a youthful exuberance, and he met it with his own. They made out like eager teenagers do, deep, unrestrained searching through the slickened intimacy of interlocked muzzles. His bigger tongue spilled into her mouth, teasing at her teeth, chasing the faintly lingering taste of her nectar, drinking her in.

He drew back to gaze into his daughter's eyes, brushing her cheek with his thumb. "My little bug," he murmured. Her eyes rolled, just a bit.

From outside the window there was a mechanical squeal and a hiss as the bus came to stop at the corner of the block, one house down.

"Guess the bus was late today too," Leon smiled, lifting his daughter off the counter, stetting her down on unsteady legs. He helped her with her bookbag, tugging the strap over her shoulder. She looked up at him, flustered, and bit her lip. She looked down at the dark stain on her father's slacks and paused by the door.

"But what about -"

"Don't worry about it, Lizabug. We'd both be late. Don't forget your lunch," he reminded her as slipped her sandals back on, handing her the paper lunch-sack from the countertop. He grinned a bit as she hurried, still a bit wobbly, out the door - hustling down the sidewalk as best she could.

Leon shut the door and collapsed back against it with a sigh. He looked down at the soaked crotch of his slacks, and then his wristwatch.

"Guess I have time for a cold shower."