Peppy and His Daughter
Peppy Hare ends up drunkingly having a good time with his daughter, and the two end up going further than expected.
Peppy Hare and his daughter Lucy Hare were inside his Cornerian home, eating dinner together. Ever since his wife and Lucy's mother Vivian died, they began spending more time together. After all, family is family. Peppy finished his meal then stood up.
"Well Lucy," he sighed, "Today makes nearly ten years." Lucy nodded and stood up to hug her father. "It still isn't quite the same without her."
"You're right dad," Lucy nodded, "But we've been strong since then. I mean look at you! That mission in Papatoon was astonishing!"
"Well Fox did most of the work," chuckled Peppy, perhaps being too modest.
"You were still vital to that mission," she retorted, "Also look at how much weight you've lost! You're in much better shape now!" Peppy used to be relatively chubby like most middle-aged fathers, but part of his way of coping with his wife's death was exercise. Heck, having remotely visible abs or pecs at 52 was astonishing for most people. Even his chubby cheeks had gone down a bit, although some things just wouldn't go away no matter what.
"That is true," he smiled, "But look at you! Now you're in a good position at your work! Don't make this all about me." Lucy giggled and nodded.
"Yeah," she nodded, "Mom's sure looking down on us and glad to see us doing well." Peppy smiled at the thought then looked at the fridge.
"You know..." he said, "Ten years is a special anniversary for any occasion." He went to open the fridge to reveal a large jug-like bottle. "I was saving this special beer for something, but I could never decide what that was. Why don't we have a glass in remembrance of Vivian."
"Sure dad," smiled Lucy. She wasn't much of a beer person but if it was for remembering her mother she'd be fine with a sip. Peppy poured themselves two mugs and they clinked them before taking a sip. Peppy's eyes widened a tiny bit at how buzzed he felt already. This was quite a beer, alright. Certainly stronger than any other. But he didn't think much more of it.
"That's surprisingly tasty," commented Lucy before taking another sip.
"Yeah there's a reason I save this stuff," Peppy said before putting the jug back in the fridge.
They both sat on the couch and pulled out a scrap book to look at some old memories. Peppy saw one of him and Vivian out on a date. Peppy laughed at seeing the photo, causing Lucy to raise an eyebrow.
"What's so funny dad?" she asked before taking another sip. Peppy took another sip himself before replying.
"Well you see kiddo," he began, "When your mother and I first dated, she was actually the one to ask me out."
"Really?" Lucy giggled, "You weren't the macho man confident enough to do it yourself?"
"Oh hush," Peppy chuckled, "I actually just never realized how much she liked me, so I never thought to. I was willing to give it a try and it ended up working out."
"I'd imagine," Lucy nodded, "Heck you made me so clearly it did." She took a sip, this one a bit longer.
"Definitely," Peppy nodded before taking a sip, "You know, you do have her eyes. Back when we were dating they were hypnotic. If I ever did anything wrong she just had to glare at me and I couldn't help but be frozen in shame." The two laughed before he continued after a larger gulp of beer. "Anyway, those eyes...aw darn I'm out." Peppy saw his empty mug.
"Don't worry dad," Lucy said as she stood up, "I'm out too. I'll grab us some more."
"I'd rather save it," Peppy said.
"For what?" scoffed Lucy playfully, "You've been saying that for years. It's just another two glasses."
"Fine then," Peppy chuckled. Lucy came by and topped her father's glass before her own then sat the jug on the table. Peppy was already getting intoxicated from one mug glass' worth, and admittedly with his mind so hazy he had a random thought that even his daughter's ass reminded him of his wife. He rolled his eyes and scolded himself mentally for thinking that. He then thought maybe he didn't need another glass after all, but then again, he didn't want it to go to waste.
"Dad?" Lucy asked before taking another sip.
"Huh?" Peppy asked as he was brought back to reality, "Oh right." He continued the story: "So those eyes of her also drove me wild. I swear when we first made out I could see sparkling stars inside them. Not to mention she could really use those--" he just realized he was telling his own daughter a lustful session with her mother in front of her, "Oh wow I can't believe I'm telling you this..." He facepalmed. Lucy admittedly didn't mind, and her own intoxicated mind almost wanted to know more.
"It's ok dad," she shrugged, "We're all adults here." She took a gulp. Peppy did too, already halfway done with his second glass.
"That's true," Peppy said, but still felt a bit weird.
"C'mon," she encouraged, "Loosen up and tell me more. I'll probably forget about all of this in the morning." Peppy saw her eyes, blushed a tiny bit, then took another long gulp.
"Anything for you sweetheart," he answered, the alcohol removing any worries or taboos, "Anyway, she could really use those lips of hers. That tongue too, whoa nelly. She just put a hand on my chest, another on my cheek, then used those eyes to lure me in." He began getting more detailed, which gave his daughter a blush, but she was beginning to see why mom fell for Peppy too. Peppy had a nice face, a soothing voice, and a caring attitude. Plus, with his new physique, he wasn't bad looking now by any means. Lucy was too intoxicated to feel weird about suddenly finding her dad hot, but not enough to want dad to stop talking.
"Then she pressed those lips, pushed that tongue, and it was blissville for what seemed like minutes." He finished his glass then began to grow sad. "And...now she's gone." He tears up a tiny bit but holds it back as best as he can. Peppy was never emotionally expressive, so his face remained stoic, but his daughter could still see the pain. She took another gulp of her drink then went for it.
She placed a hand up his shirt on his chest then another on his cheek then pressed her lips to his. Peppy's eyes widened from being caught off guard but he went with it and closed his eyes to embrace his daughter's lips. He hesitatingly put a hand on his daughter's hip until she took it and encouragingly placed his hand on her ass. Peppy blushed and then the two began to evolve their kiss into tongue kissing. They briefly pull away and stare into each other's eyes.
"Oh Lucy..." Peppy said as he stroked her face, "You look so much like her..."
"Then let me love you like her," Lucy said, fully drunk and committed, "Love me like you loved her~" She then removed her shirt to reveal her breasts then removed her father's shirt. Peppy, also now drunk and committed, smiled and felt his daughter's breasts, as if examining their worth playfully. He then removed her pants and underwear before fingering her pussy.
"Oh daddy~" she moaned as she practically melted under his touch. Peppy smiled with a confidence earned from using his daughter. He then turned her to her hands and knees and began fucking her.
"Moan for daddy, Lucy~" Peppy sexily encouraged into her ear as he kept pounding. Lucy moaned with each thrust partially out of obedience and partially from the natural pleasure. Peppy eventually began speeding up and grunting, admittedly worrying he might have gotten rusty in his older age. But Lucy didn't seem to notice or care, she enjoyed every second.
"Finish inside, daddy~" she begged to Peppy's drunken delight. Peppy began practically slapping his hips to her ass and then eventually came inside her. Lucy squirted her own juices around the same time. Both of them then panted and cuddled with each other.
"You really were like your mother, Lucy~" Peppy complimented. Lucy smiled and kissed her father.