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"Thanks a ton for helping me out with this, dude. My wife has been on my ass about this for weeks now...but I didn't think it was a good idea to approach it too hastily."

It was rare that a friendship was allowed to blossom from such a young age, survive the rigors and awkwardness of high school, and somehow, continue flourishing throughout the years of adulthood.

For Anton and Jalen, they'd been through plenty of the usual rigors that tested friendship, including the shocking moment of disapproval when Anton asked his friend to be his best man and stand with him on the altar.

Even that wasn't enough to drive them apart, and after a beautiful ceremony and coming to a mutual understanding, Jalen and his friend's wife were able to stand being around each other.

Part of that growth process was admitting when one side or the other had been wrong, but the hardest trials of all were admitting when you had been wrong, and though Jalen was able to do that, he'd still been insulted when Alton's wife joked that the two of them "would have been gay together if she hadn't come into the picture."

Sometime in the future, they were able to joke around about that; she was even glad to see that Jalen was joining Alton in the backyard as they approached the small, burrowed hole that was dug out near the tall tree there. The shade it provided made their yard an ideal place to spend the warmer months of the summer, but the line of bushes and fencing behind it were just as alluring to critters, rodents, and in rare cases, foxes that were looking for a place to roost.

"Do you think that it's rabid?"

"Nah...I don't think it's infected or anything like that, but...it's definitely got an attitude about it. Susie was out here the other day just lounging in the shade and heard it making all manner of strange sounds in the den."

"Probably a good thing that we're making this a two-man job, then. You just want us to off it, or...?"

"I'd really rather not kill it if we can avoid it, but I don't really have a trap in place for us to safely get it out of the den. I've got some bait to lure it out, but we're gonna have to be really careful about getting it out of there."

"What if it's already got kits in there?"

Alton never thought about whether the fox was a male or female, and didn't want to disrupt the burrow if that was there really were smaller kits in there.

"Maybe we should just leave it be, then? If nothing else, it'll ditch the place once the kids are old enough and then I can just patch it up in the fall, right?"

Jalen shook his head. "If they think it's a safe place to hide, they'll come back to it the next season...or the kits will. And if it's boarded off, they might end up wrecking some things in your yard. They can be a little destructive when they don't get their way..."

Alton sighed. "Great...so I'm kinda damned if I do, damned if I don't?"

"Kinda."

He was wearing thick, leather gloves and holding a long stick, but that was all that he'd thought to bring with him on the task. Jalen was holding a leash that would be tough to get onto a fox, but if they were able to pull it off, that would prove one of the safest ways to get the creature to cooperate with them before they could move it somewhere safe.

In truth, they should have simply called animal control professionals, but anyone who knew Anton and Jalen for any length of time knew that they were a notoriously stubborn pair, often feeding off the determined energy of one another.

"Okay, I...I'm gonna drive the thing out with the stick, and when I do, you try and catch it in the leash, all right? If you can't get a good grip on it, that's fine."

They weren't being cautious enough, even when they knew the risks involved.

"You know that my part is gonna be way, way harder, right?"

"Stop being such a pussy and get the leash ready."

That was all it took for the pair to doom themselves, as Alton stepped in closer and poked around the inside of the makeshift den with the stick.

"I think I hear it rustling around, dude..."

Jalen looked nervous, but Susie was inside watching a show on her computer, and Alton was ignoring his fearful expression as the fox, infuriated with the constant interruptions, finally darted out of the hole and went right for him.

The bite was quick enough that Alton wasn't able to fend the understandably frustrated creature off until it left a deep, painful wound on Jalen's knuckles.

"S-son of a bitch! That thing's pissed , dude!"

Alton swiped at it with his stick, but he went right over the top and found himself with a wound on his leg. The nip was so quick that even when he tried to shake the beast away, it was already darting back into the den and hissing from within...and their brief encounter with it left them wondering if it really was a fox, seeing how grizzled and furious it had been.

Blood trickled over Jalen's fingers and ran down Alton's leg as they winced, but neither one wanted to admit that they were in any pain, remaining as stubborn as ever.

"I've definitely been bitten by bigger things, but that didn't exactly tickle...you sure you want something like that hanging around in your yard, dude?"

Alton shook his head, but he was already limping a little bit, forced to deal with the searing, spreading pain after the bite. "You know damn well I don't, but I think it's probably about time we called in the pros, man. I don't think there's any way we can get that out of there without losing a finger."

"Strange looking fox, too. Looked more like something out of my nightmares than what I'd think a fox should look like."

"It was kinda freaky...but that's probably just because it was moving so fast; speaking of which, we'd better get washed up and get our asses to the doctor. We probably need a damned rabies shot after that..."

Jalen shook his head. "It didn't really look rabid, though."

"You got that close of a look at it?"

"Enough to know that it was probably just trying to defend itself," he claimed. "Not saying it's a bad idea for us to go get checked out, but what we've got here is probably more of a job for some antibacterial soap, some bandages, and a few cold beers for our efforts."

The last part was exactly what Anton was hoping to enjoy on his Saturday afternoon, but the prospect of getting back to the house and out of the shade didn't sit well with him, even when he knew he needed medical attention.

In truth, he wanted to crawl into the hole with the fox that just assaulted him, but there wasn't revenge on his mind. He snuck out his smartphone and left Susie a message that he was feeling rowdy, knowing that she wouldn't see it until her show was over, but just telling her wasn't enough for him, strange as that felt.

"Listen, dude...d-do you, uh...do you feel really warm all the sudden?"

Jalen shook his head. "Not really. My knuckles burn a bit, but I think that's to be expected. We'd better get you back inside and get cleaned up."

Anton knew that was the more reasonable play, but he was still tempted to plop right down in the grass, feeling like it would be more comfortable than the cushions of his couch.

He thought he was alone in that idea, but just before he put his haunches on the yard, Jalen did the same and started panting.

"Is there is a reason why you lied about feeling so hot?"

"It's the middle of summer!" Jalen defended himself. "I thought I was just feeling warm because of what time of year it was!"

They couldn't know for sure what was wrong with them, but Anton gripped his phone and made a foolish, panicked decision to call his wife.

Her phone was silent; she was engrossed in her program and wasn't going to look at the window anytime soon.

"Of course she isn't p-picking up," he groaned.

"I think maybe this would be a good time to call an ambulance," Jalen suggested. "Cause it's getting hotter, and I think I'm having a little trouble breathing here!"

He clutched as his neck for a moment, but when his fingers reached that spot, he started scratching at his skin with such intensity that deep, red trails followed his nails toward his collarbone.

They looked infected from a single touch, but on the back of his knuckles, Anton could see his flesh taking on a completely different tone and, perhaps worse, growing fur from the spot of the bite.

"Thaaaaaat is definitely infected, dude. We need to get to a hospital, like...now," Anton agreed, but he still wasn't showing an urgency to dial the emergency number. "But...this grass is really, really comfortable, and it's the only thing doing anything for my burn..."

Jalen fished his own smartphone out of his pocket, but he was feeling the same, inexplicable sense of hesitation as he pulled up the option to make an emergency call. "It is pretty soothing. Maybe we just need to rub a little grass on it to make it better?"

It was a silly idea, and they both knew it, but the depth of their friendship was working against their better judgement, as they sat in the shade and enjoyed the subtle breeze that snuck in under the rustling leaves.

"Jalen, you...y-you're kinda looking old , dude."

Anton was staring at his friend with a strange glaze in his eyes, but he was snickering all the while, seeing signs of aging in his friend that would normally have taken years to develop.

His skin was showing just the faintest signs of a wrinkle without looking too old, but on the other end of that equation, Jalen was shocked by what he was seeing from his friend.

"Kind of a dick move to say that at a time like this, but...uh...Anton? You look like you're getting younger."

The change was slow enough that even in their dazed states, they could recognize that something much, much worse than rabies was wrong with them, even if it was far beyond their ability to explain it.

"My skin does feel kinda unnaturally soft," Anton agreed, cupping a palm against his face and feeling something like peach fuzz against his digits. He thought it was just a result of him getting closer and closer to a pubescent age, but he was regressing down from the grown, 28 year old man that he was to a younger version of himself, and it wasn't clear just where he would stop.

The peach fuzz, while reminiscent of his younger days, was a result of something else entirely: the blonde hair that once hung in front of his eyes in a young, shaggy mess didn't match with the darker, orange-red follicles that were popping up on his cheeks and around the edges of his nose.

Jalen recognized their shade right away, but he was too shocked to properly express what he thought might be happening to his best friend.

"You really need to stop with the whole getting older thing, though," Anton muttered, trying to keep the mood light between them; a hint of delirium was keeping him from taking things as seriously as he should have. "I'm starting to feel like you could be my dad or something..."

There was an ethereal bond between them, created by the bites that they shared: though they couldn't see it, the years of Anton's life were literally being drained away in his blood, passing through the air and finding a new home in Jalen.

The transference was so rapid that as they stared upon each other, they could see the days turning into weeks, and weeks turning into years, all transpiring in a matter of minutes.

"Tall talk coming from someone who could easily be my child, at this point."

For a moment, Anton thought to ask why Jalen didn't mention him as a son, but as his hands roamed over his own body and felt around the tufts of fur that continued to burst from his skin, he felt something strange against the front of his shirt.

The men's large t-shirt was already starting to feel baggy on him, but it was catching against his flesh in a place that it never had before: Anton took great care of himself, even as he inched toward his 30's, and his shirts usually stretched _across_his chest, grabbing at the edge of his pectorals.

Small bumps forming closer to the center of his chest prompted him to immediately lift his shirt up over his head, needing to know what was happening to him next.

"You know, I'm not complaining about the peep show, but if I am your dad, then...that really isn't something you should just be doing in front of me."

Anton's t-shirt sat beside him in the yard as he reached down and cupped the small bosom, watching them with a trembling lower jaw. Even as his lip hung, it grew a little further away from his face, but he and Jalen were more concerned with the fact that they couldn't lie to themselves any longer: the man's entire frame was visibly shrinking, but all the same, breasts were forming in his clutches.

"If that's really how you feel, maybe stop staring at them, Dad!"

Their words were a playful joke at first: just a jest between friends.

As their wounds remained untreated, however, the pair of longtime friends continued to question the history that remained between them. The transference of age was coming to an end, but as their eyes locked, they realized that their connection was even deeper than it had been before.

Whether or not someone liked the members of their family, ties of blood were thicker than anything else. They were that much harder to deny, if only for the fact that similar appearances could out someone as being your relative.

Anton and Jalen weren't the most similar men on Earth, and certainly weren't close enough to be considered siblings...but soft coats of warm, red fur were wrapping around every inch of their wounded bodies, until the very wounds that started the transformation were sealed over with an undercoat. Their mismatched haircuts; Anton of blonde and Jalen of brown, were giving way to the same fiery red that took their skin, making it even harder to tell them apart on that surface level.

What was more undeniable than any of that, however, was the familial connection that was formed between them, shifting the very history that they'd established together and changing the way it took root in the depths of their minds.

"I just wanted to make sure that there was nothing else wrong with you," Jalen claimed. He was struggling to pry his eyes away, but Anton was still cupping his breasts so gently that they were propped up, as if his body language was asking his friend to keep looking. "If that makes me a bad father, then..."

Some part of Anton still knew that Jalen wasn't his father, but that voice was being pushed further and further toward the back of his mind as he continued examining his own flesh. Finally releasing his breasts and letting them settle, he felt a new weight just from letting them drop...and they still weren't done growing when they stilled against his torso.

He already knew that other things were shrinking, but as comfortable as he'd ever felt with his best friend, he was terrified of the prospect of showing Jalen what he could feel occurring beneath his shorts.

"N-no, Daddy...that doesn't make you a bad father," he replied, speaking in a way that he still didn't quite feel right about; he'd simply stopped questioning it. "I've just got some other issues that I'm struggling with, too."

He lifted his arm, now coated entirely in brilliant, orange fur and darker, blackened follicles around his digits, and rubbed his other arm with a classically bashful stance.

"Is it something that you need me to take a look at?" Jalen asked, responding to those words as if he'd been Anton's caretaker for a longer time than he actually had been. "Or is it a little too embarrassing for you?"

The pair of best friends were once the same age and species, but as things carried on, they weren't even human anymore, much less the people that they'd been moments before. Their ages were further apart than they'd ever been, and as Jalen packed on a few pounds from his rapid aging, his friend experienced something far and away from that.

Anton's body was so slim that his shorts began easing down his hips, and in a fluster, he lifted them back up to his waistline, but their sudden drop allowed Jalen to see a hint of what the problem was.

His eyes dropped to a place they shouldn't have on his daughter's body, seeing that the area that was once home to a proud bulge was lacking that entirely: replacing it was a sleek, tender mound of flesh, just above the delicate, peach-fuzz fur of a still-developing pair of folds.

"If there's something wrong with that," Jalen paused, knowing that Anton would understand him, "Then you really should tell me, even if you don't want to show me."

The past connection between them as friends was entirely real, but the past between them as father and daughter was being fabricated as they went...and the underlying attraction that was developing, as wrong as it might have been, was playing into their continued changes.

Full, slender muzzles had formed upon their faces as they spoke, and as the fur moved up and encompassed their backs and tops of their heads, they could feel their ears migrating along with it: the sensation should have been chilling, but there were greater distractions of the flesh to be had.

Neither one of them wanted to admit just how much they were hoping for the other to make the first move, but a curious, timid daughter simply didn't have it in her to push those boundary lines any further.

The way she looked in front of her father: an arm across her newly-grown breasts and a paw just barely keeping oversized shorts up around her waist, however...was like something out of every fantasy that he'd ever had.

"Is it so bad if I tell you that it's just a little bit wet?" Anton asked, knowing that a damp spot would form against the crotch of her shorts if she held them up to her bodice any longer.

Jalen's muzzle dropped open at that confession, but Anton couldn't lock eyes with him any longer for admitting that. She gazed away, focusing on any little patch of grass that she could find in the yard, just as the length of her tail finally burst from her lower back.

Warm, orange-red fur enveloped the new appendage before it had a chance to flicker about with new life, but as it did, a tantalizing aroma spread about in the open air of the yard, tickling Jalen's nostrils.

As a human, the scent might not have ever reached him.

As a nearly finished hybrid of vulpine and human bodies, it was an intoxicating bouquet that he couldn't hope to ignore.

"Not bad at all, young lady," he replied, taking on the full tone of voice of an encouraging father, albeit a bit too encouraging for that particular topic. "Though you shouldn't have waited so long to tell me about it. That's not the kind of thing you should let go unchecked."

"What...wanting to fuck someone that I shouldn't?"

"That's not the kind of scent that a girl gives off when she's just in a mood," Jalen explained. "You know what I'm talking about, young lady."

"Pretty sure my heat cycle is no one else's business, daddy."

"Tina...is that any way to talk to your father?"

She grinned. "It is when I know that it'll rile him up a little bit!"

Their natural chemistry from years and years of friendship remained alive and well, but it was being shown in an entirely new and forbidden light, as Tina finally dropped her oversized shorts from her body and stood before her father in the shade of the backyard.

Her naked bodice was carved right from the chisel of the finest sculptors: slender and tall, with a curve in her hips that spoke for her, even when no words left her muzzle. Tall ears, soft fur and a long, fluffy tail gave her an adorable and innocent air beyond the sensuality that wrapped around her, but to someone like Jalen, that only created a greater sense of allure.

The man that had become her father wasn't quite the physical specimen that he once was, with a bit of a gut stretching out the shirt that he'd arrived in that afternoon...but there was a little more muscle on his arms and shoulders to offset those gains. He was just a little slimmer than having a 'dad bod,' and despite gaining a few years of age, he still didn't quite look as old as he really was.

He was still more than able to do the things that his body alluded to, as a thick, tapered cock pressed against the front of his shorts, begging to be unleashed on the vixen before him.

"And what would your mother say if she knew you were behaving like that?"

"Probably that she was gonna play with my tailhole while she waited for her turn," Tina answered, giving a quick swish of her tail as she spoke. She wasn't quite used to her new body yet, but the transference of age came with a quick change of mind, as well: she ignored feeling a little off balance in hew new form, believing that she'd always been a vixen, and always had a bit of an uncomfortably close relationship with her father. "And if I was feeling nice, maybe I'd let her..."

"You know I'd love to let her join in one of these times."

"Maybe she'll get to," Tina suggested. " After you've taken care of my little problem, that is."

Her naked body was all the invitation that Jalen needed, but he was caught off guard when he stripped his t-shirt up over his head and saw his daughter kneeling before him, sneaking in close during the momentary gap that he was blinded.

"It didn't look like a problem to me," Jalen claimed. "Looked to me like you sprung a bit of a leak...and lucky for us, you decided to do it in the yard, instead of in the house."

"And why is that lucky?"

"Because I would have made you clean it up with your tongue if you got it on the kitchen floor."

Tina winced, but she was grinning as she hooked her digits into the tight waistline of her father's shorts and tugged hard. Her muzzle was already pressed to the bulge beneath, but it wasn't until his length finally sprung over the top edge and poked her cheek that she was able to giggle out her reply.

"You're so nasty , Daddy..."

"And I bet you're even wetter for thinking about how nasty I am," he theorized.

She answered by gripping the base of his shaft and rubbing the tip against the delicate fluff upon her cheek, tickling the head of his cock in a way that she was _actually_doing for the first time, even if her transformed mind believed that this was a routine tradition of theirs. "Maybe I am, but I don't think hearing about it is gonna be enough for you, is it?"

"Never has been," Jalen admitted. "Not that I'm gonna complain about a quick spit-shine from you..."

"Who said anything about it being quick?"

Tina's eyes sparkled with seafoam mischief as she gazed up at her father and held the base of his tender rod, allowing the tip to spill a little precum into her fur before she bothered to contain it at all. She was leaking a small, visible trail of arousal into the yard and soaking the grass with her naked womanhood, but she wouldn't let her father's member create the same kind of puddle.

Corralling the tip into her mouth and letting it sit just past her lips, she suckled upon it like she was enjoying the sweetest of candies, rolling the warm flesh around on her tongue. Once she captured his gaze, she refused to let him look anywhere else, wanting to feel the intensity of his lust in very bit of his existence, even down to his stare.

It struck her in the depths of her tummy: butterflies took flight and tumbled around inside of her as her own father gazed down on her with a mingled glance of arousal and approval. With only the cover the fences and hedges around them, there was a _terribly_high risk of their being discovered, but they were more worried about their taboo being exposed than they were about what they should have considered.

In their minds, of course, they'd always been foxes, and had no reason to hide that from the rest of the world...and thus far, no one had seen a thing.

They weren't sure how long their luck could last, but there was no hesitation in the larger fox as he gripped the side of his daughter's cheek and pushed her a little further onto his exposed, vulpine shaft, wanting to be sure that every inch of his flesh was slick enough to make things easier on her.

"And here I was, talking about what a bad girl you were," he teased. "When it turns out you're the best daughter that any dad could have asked for..."

She didn't move against his grip: she enjoyed the feeling of his warm, slick flesh easing further back into her muzzle, until the tip was daring to press against the entrance of her throat. She offered a kindly smile around the base of his shaft and stayed there for a moment, enjoying the tender stroke of his digits along her cheek fluff...but she knew he'd want her to start moving before too long.

She also knew what was coming for her when she was doing warming him up, and she was as eager as she'd ever been to get to the next part of the act.

"Taking the whole thing without any trouble? Your mother must have been giving you some pointers the last time you two you were alone together..."

In their minds, there was a mother figure, created from thin air by the false history that they now shared. She couldn't literally be in the picture, and yet, they were both happy to give her credit for the faux improvement in Tina's oral skills: she'd literally never sucked a cock before that moment.

Even with that being the case, her tongue was still slipping out at the bottom of a thrusting member and tickling the front of her father's sack as she felt his hips starting to roll against her face.

It was _almost_too much for her to properly handle, but before she could get pushed to the point of gagging, Jalen eased his hips back from her, knowing that he wouldn't be able to take too much more of her warm, pleasurable muzzle without needing a break before they got to the next round.

"She's been teaching me a few things," Tina admitted bashfully, as the length of Jalen's flesh spilled out of her lips. The excess dribble of her saliva poured into her cleavage and left a dampened mark against her fur, but Jalen was proud to see that he'd forced her to make a mess without pushing her limits at all...and things would only get worse as his paw moved from her cheek to her shoulder. "Like how to tell when you're trying to get me to roll onto my back..."

"And yet, you're taking your sweet time with it," Jalen teased. "Do you just like making me wait, or are you worried that I need a breather?"

"You're not that old, Daddy."

"Damn right I'm not...and there isn't a boy your age that could ever hope to keep up with me," Jalen bragged. "Though I think we're both more concerned with whether or not you can keep up."

"...Are you kidding?"

Moving away from his open palm, Tina easily rolled onto her back and kicked her legs up, spreading her folds wide and letting a trickle of her natural arousal spill over the base of her tail: the gap between her thighs was utterly soaked.

Giving him a view of where those fluids had come from, she kept her legs spread wide and lifted her hips a little, all while resting a paw between her thighs and setting a single digit on either side of her delicate petals.

They spread so easily that Jalen was taken back by it, but he was nearly drooling at the delicious, plentiful juices that eased from his daughter's eager sex.

"Looks to me like you already need a break," Tina murmured, her grin as smug as it had ever been. "Or at least a drink, perhaps? I promise you'll come back for seconds..."

She didn't actually think Jalen would bother with putting his muzzle between her legs, but he dove right in, wrapping his paws around the tops of her thighs and dropping into the gap, even as the plentiful moisture of her arousal wicked against the fluff on his cheeks.

His tongue, skilled beyond the years that she knew, pushed right up against her folds and collected as much of the moisture as it could. That alone set her legs into a desperate quiver, but the tip narrowed against her clitoral hood, pushing down only when she had a chance to suck in a breath; he knew just how to touch his daughter to make her want to scream his name.

She simply couldn't find enough of a breath to do it.

"Seconds..._mnnf...nnnmm..._and t-thirds..."

Her father's desperate voice was only making the leak between her legs that much worse, but she reassured him with a tight, sudden clench of her ankles around the back of his head, locking him into place for at least a few moments.

He took pride in his role as a dominant lover, but more than that, he was proud to have taught his daughter that any man worth his weight would return the favor, if she was willing to give them an oral treatment.

In his fabricated memories, she'd gotten a little bit with her muzzle every time she'd used it; thanks to the human version of Jalen's experience, he was going at Tina's petals with all of the skill of a truly practiced man, such that her squirming legs wouldn't be able to hold onto his shoulders much longer.

As her heels bounced against his shoulders, she finally lost her grip and dropped her legs to either side of his body. "Can t-that...can that wait until a-after you fuck me?" she asked, her chest heaving slightly as she sucked in a series of quick, desperate breaths: she was fighting an orgasm off faster than she'd ever had to. "Pleeeeeease, Daddy?"

She didn't know that she'd last any longer with his length plunging into her depths over and over again, but she needed the momentary break if she was going to avoid screaming out and alerting the neighbors to what they were really up to out there.

If anyone was nosy enough to look over the edge of the fence or the tops of the hedges, they'd see a tall, thick fox leaning in between his own daughter's legs and moving a little closer, dragging the precum-soaked tip of his cock across the inside of her thigh and leaving her to quiver with the reality of what was coming next.

There was still something off in the back of Tina's mind as she looked up, and it was screaming in her thoughts as his arms dropped to her shoulders and pinned her in place: her former reality as Anton was still trapped in her mind, but it presented to her as distant memories that she couldn't explain.

She didn't bother trying to focus on them or make sense of them as she was captivated by the stare of a man that she never should have been so attracted to in the first place...even when she could see a trace of that confusion in his stare as it held her.

I know it isn't right, but she looks so happy...I don't think I've ever seen her as happy as she is when I'm about to go inside of her, he thought. But it's like I'm looking at someone else when I line up with her cunt...it's so strange.

That was all the thought he gave to their former connection as human beings: the reality of their situation as a heated, lustful vixen and her abiding father was far more exciting to them, and they shared a moment of agreement on that fact as his tapered, vulpine member settled against her petals.

"You know you've warmed me up enough," she whispered to him, keeping her voice down for as long as she possibly could. "Now who's being a tease, Daddy?"

The cleft of her womanhood was so slick that keeping his length still against it would have proven impossible, even if he wasn't throbbing so firmly against her tender labia.

Neither one of them resisted the gravity of the situation when his tip moved past her meager, tender resistance and eased into the part of her slit, spreading her open little by little, until their eyes were filled with a new sense of bewilderment.

Their false history together couldn't deny the fact that this really was the first time that Jalen had been inside of her, even if they convinced themselves that such wasn't the case. Their stares told the story better than the lies of their history, but knowing that sensation for the first time, they couldn't look away from each other.

They were both waiting for the other to admit that they'd never done this before, but they were too busy enjoying the lie to drink the sobering truth.

"I swear, I...I'll never get used to this feeling," Tina confessed, as she gripped her father's wrists, holding onto his pinning form. "No one fills me up t-the way that you do, Daddy..."

"And no one knows how to take me the way that you do, darling...I've got the best little girl in the world."

They were crossing a forbidden line for the first time, even if they felt as though this was just a normal part of their weekly routine. The line had been created by their transformation in the first place, but there was nothing fabricated about the sense of taboo they felt, as they ignored social norms and listened instead to the overwhelming cries of their bodies.

Whether it was the new forms they possessed, or the fact that they knew the act was so forbidden in the first place, neither Tina, nor Jalen could recall knowing such a thrilling penetration before.

If Susie knew what Tina was thinking, she might have never forgiven him for having that thought in the first place...but her mind was racing as she finally looked out the window of the bedroom, trying to fathom the situation that she was gazing upon.

"Wh...what in the world..."

Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened as she watched a strange, yet familiar creature pumping into a young woman in their backyard, but she wasn't sure what to do, seeing the obvious look of bliss on the face of each creature. She wanted to be furious that someone would invade their privacy to do such a thing, but she wasn't even sure what she was looking at, much less who.

They didn't realize that they had an audience, but the incestuous pair wouldn't have stopped, even if they knew that someone was watching...and slowly getting aroused at the sight of Jalen's hips, as they picked up the pace.

"You're always s-so fucking rough with me, Daddy...whatever happened to treating me like a lady?"

Her words were hurried and impassioned, but Tina was playing with her father's emotions as her legs pushed back toward her torso: he was digging a little bit deeper with each thrust, pushing into her body until the grass began staining the fur on her shoulders.

She was going to have plenty of signs of their lovemaking on her body when all was said and done, but at that moment in time, she was only concerned with the pulsing weight of Jalen's cock as it stretched her out, spreading her walls to the limit with a satisfying, balls-deep push.

Her teasing words were finally silenced, as her eyes shrunk in a visible panic.

"You and I b-both know damn well that this is just how you want to be treated," Jalen growled at her with a low, eager rumble; whether it was that sound or his claim that made her inner walls seize up around his shaft, he didn't much care...he was proud and elated either way. "And if you keep t-treating me like that, I'm...g-gonna fucking fill you..."

Tina was desperate to find that teasing flair about her once more, wanting to find the words to tickle his ear with the naughty reality of what he was about to do. Her tongue just managed to brush against the base of his ear as he leaned in close and started hamming into her thighs with the full weight of his body, but her smaller form was plenty resilient enough to take his best efforts.

Her breasts were heaving against his chest as he came into close contact with her, and her head was tilted back as she tried to keep up with the rapid pace of his hips, but she eventually gave herself over to her father, the way that she always did in the fabricated memories she held.

She was never able to match his pace, even when she was in the middle of a terrible heat...but she was able to keep the whole volume of his seed inside, whenever he was willing to share it with her.

"Just d-do it," she finally managed to whisper. She had grander ideas for her words, but she knew that was all she'd be able to squeak out as his length pummeled her insides, leaving them sore in the most delightful way. "Stop t-teasing me, Daddy...if you're gonna fill me, d-don't...don't make me wait any longer!"

Her shoulders being pinned the whole while was a nice, dominant touch that heightened her bliss...but the shift of his paws to the fresh, untouched mounds upon her chest pushed her over the edge, even before Jalen picked up the pace as much as he could.

Keeping her satisfied was the only thing he cared about in that moment, and feeling her nipples go firm and erect against his palms was just another reassurance that he was doing a fine job, as her tender, delicate breasts bounced against his skillful grasp.

A similar clench was going on between her legs as she seized up against his shaft a moment too early: he hadn't quite reached his orgasm yet, leaving her that much tighter when the flesh of his knot reached her tight, thin petals.

"Then just...t-try to relax, baby girl," he groaned, unable to keep his moans to himself as he pushed that much harder, knowing that her legs would clench upon him before he was able to create the seal between them. "It's...g-gonna be a lot-

" Just fucking do it!"

Her demands couldn't be denied: her legs were already moving to his hips and then around to his lower back, but when her toes curled into the tender flesh of his ass, he stopped trying to be gentle with her.

His next thrusts were in even greater number and pace, heaving back and forth with such force that she could feel the uneven yard scratching at her back; she was loving every moment of the rougher treatment, but every moment paled in comparison to the glorious weight of his knot finally slipping past the wet, tight resistance of her outer lips.

The quiet schlip of their tie was drowned out by the borderline feral sound of their grunting, but the sound was so akin to that of wild animals in heat that the neighbors didn't bother looking over the fence, leaving Jalen to pump the full, heated load of his cum into his own daughter, flooding her womb with just the first pulse of his cock.

"Then...f-fucking take it!" he yelled back at her through gritted fangs and winced eyes. "Take every...fucking drop, baby girl!"

She knew she wouldn't be able to keep quiet any longer without some help, as the fluttering of her inner walls was joined by an absolute flood of her father's cum.

The taste and seal of his lips was the only thing that could keep her from singing his praises any further, and with her arms around his neck, she stole that passionate exchange from him, needing to feel the pressure of his muzzle against her own.

His balls kept twitching and his length moved about within her as their act came to the longest part: they'd be tied together for some time, and all the while, he'd be offering her warm, slick bursts of his mess, until her belly was nearly distended with the volume of it.

Being in heat, she didn't think there was any chance that she'd be able to avoid getting pregnant, but she hadn't even considered the other woman, as Susie came into the yard and stood over them.

Looking up at her from her back, Tina grinned and broke her kiss with her father. "Hi, Mommy. You're looking kinda funny today...want us to fix that for you?"

Jalen turned to stare up at her as well, seeing not the woman that Anton was once married to...but the mother of his daughter, looking like she wanted in on the action.