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WORLD ADJUSTMENTS:

1. Pistol & Roxanne are only a year or two apart in high school.

2. Pistol was originally in college in the previous chapter, I've regressed that slightly to make her a sophomore.

"The morning used to be the most dreaded part of my day." Pistol said quietly with a smile, heaving a happy sigh as she gestured to her step dad wistfully.

"Then he shows up and I can't get up early enough."

Peg laughs softly, doing her best to keep her voice down as she turns to her side, her plush bust playing around the massive wolf's arm. And if her pregnant belly hadn't gotten so rotund she'd be pressing his hand between her thighs like usual. She resigned herself to gentle snuggling as she looked up at her daughter and drew thoughtless circles on his chest,

"I know what you mean."

Her motherly side beamed as Peg looked up at her daughter, Pistol starting to moan and grinding into the morning wood she'd been using as an anal toy since... well... all morning. The joy on Pistol's face and the muted tells of pleasure on her sleeping husband's face... it was another lovely day. She glanced at Syn and then the clock, somewhat surprised he wasn't awake yet. Should she wake him? Her daughter was getting close though, Peg could tell by the tremors in her young womanhood when she held her hips down at the base of her bouncing motions, and the older feline reached down, placing fingers on her daughter's stomach.

She could feel the growing bump of the baby Syn had given her. And unsurprisingly, the massive bulge that invaded Pistol firmly with every bounce she made on his girth! Her large breasts bounced deeply into each thrust and Peg briefly found herself entranced by them again, the view deeply arousing and hypnotizing. Pistol's chest had grown slightly and confided with her mother that 'her girls' had started to ache a little since she started her pregnancy and in the last week began to leak tiny rivulets of thin milk. Today was no different as strands occasionally sprayed as she bounced, warm droplets splattering her parents.

She was getting close. She just needed a few more seconds! Her body was tensing up, for the third time that morning, and she'd decided to milk her daddy's cock as hard as she could this time so she'd wake him! The only thing that would make it better wa-

"SURPRISE!"

Syn must have awoken during her play, because without warning, he suddenly shouted while he gripped her hips and began thrusting up into his daughter mercilessly at high speed! Peg 'eeep!'ed softly in surprise while Pistol squealed into the sudden assault and began her climax, at first gripping his wrists for purchase before submitting to the onslaught and groping her chest as she coasted into her third release, shuddering and rolling her head back as her body was used like a sex toy! Each pounding slap seemed to only add to her pleasure as her body accepted everything he gave her, a consecutive climax making her shudder and strain against her craving to contribute and the growing fatigue! Her orgasmic bliss climbed faster than she could keep up, her mind falling further and further behind as her third climax crashed through any semblance of control! Soon she was limp and mentally drowning in the ocean of pleasure being inflicted and she had no desire to ever let it end! Her body is useless now, a vessel only to be handled by the male ravishing her and with what little control she had Pistol gave her body one order, to pleasure him back! She drifted in and out of complete consciousness during her orgasmic spasms while clenching down to milk her voracious partner!

Syn, having exercised enough self control all morning, decides to let loose and pumps his worked up load deep into his daughter's ass, knotting her with slight difficulty, and making her belly swell pump by pump with his hot jizz! The squealing moan of delight Pistol uttered was primal and gave her mother tingling chills at the idea that she could be next. Peg watched with familiar awe, even if it had been a nearly daily show this last few weeks, as his massive orbs punched up against the base of his shaft! Each jump, she knew, sending more thick love deeply into her daughter! Syn is reveling in release and repeatedly presses his hips sharply into the air with each gurgling gush of hot cum, swelling his trembling girl! Her eyes roll back into her head, her consciousness flying further and further away from reality as she starts to lose any senses that aren't feeding her pleasure. Her mind unwittingly rewiring itself little by little to exist solely for this incestuous sex even as her final climax starts to recede into a blanketing afterglow of warmth. This was her purpose... she felt.

Syn huffs as he too coasts into his own afterglow while Pistol clearly gets more out of her orgasm than she'd intended and, after those consecutive climaxes, both arrive at -true- afterglow almost a full 5 minutes later, her body limp outside of deeply rooted tremors rippling across her form at the mind blowing release. Any sound that escaped Pistol was a weak babble, her young mind simmering like embers so deliciously engulfed by the roaring flames they'd fed for the last 20 minutes.

Peg blinks in slight surprise when her daughter remains limp, weak pleasured 'Aahs' being the only 'conscious' sound escaping her.

Her motherly instincts pick up and she sits up, staring at pistol as she asks,

"You alright, sweetie?"

Syn, his eyes closed and hands still pushing down on his twitching fucktoy, responds,

"I'm fine..."

He flexed his girth, pushing a small remaining lance of warmth into Pistol, garnering another of her "Aah!"s as he settled, smiling,

"... Just woke up from a wet dream to a dream come true. "

Peg gets up on her knees now, lightly punching his shoulder, trying to chastise him even as an uncontrollable smile breaks into her features,

"Not you, cheeseball. Our daughter. Who you've fucked silly just before school... Again!"

If it wasn't for the rigid shaft, stiff and fully knotted inside holding her up, and her massive chest counter balancing her head and shoulders rolling back, she'd have simply fallen over. Her arms were limp and what few muscles were engaged still shuddered in remnants of the orgasmic afterglow that hadn't yet ended. Peg guides Pistol to sit upright again, a hand behind her pigtails to steady the tremoring red head, her daughter's eyes glazed in pleasure and distant in focus. Tapping her cheek with the other hand Peg tries to elicit a reaction, having dealt with this before,

"Sweetie? Did you have fun? Still awake?"

It's no use, she is too far away, slight drool escaping the side of her mouth. One might think she was becoming a thrall like in some horror movie. Keeping her daughter's head steady, she uses her free hand to cup one of Pistol's leaking breasts. She silently marvels at how similar her daughter's breast feels to her own, but the tender attention gets a subtle stirring from her "little" girl. She lays a loving and passionate kiss on her daughter's lips and Pistol responds slowly, her gaze growing less distant as her mother deepens the tender kiss and rolls the large breast in her palm.

Pistol moans aloud once the kiss breaks, seeming (mostly) cognizant again, even if she struggled to keep herself upright,

"Oh fuck... that was s-so good... oh thank you master... such a wuh-wonderful gift."

Syn chuckles,

"I'm your father, Cock-sleeve. I'm only your master when we're spending real quality time together."

Peg, deciding not to bother chastising them for nearly humping Pistol into a stupor and changing the subject, interjects,

"Don't get stuck now."

With a gentle tug on Pistol's hips, and a conscious pull from Syn, his knot barely popped free and pressed to her entrance at rest. The squeak Pistol gave was equal parts adorable and hawt. The mixed treasure in Pistol only dribbling a bit before her ring clenched back over his shaft. Peg continued,

"Besides, I'd hate for you to accidentally call him that in public where someone could hear you."

Pistol whines as she regains some control and leans forward. Hands and breasts laid on his chest as she grinds her hips softly against him, at least as much as his wedged knot would allow without pushing back inside, her hand gliding affectionately over her mother's bare thigh,

"But I want the WORLD to know... I love my Master/Daddy and Mommy."

The wolf sighs, answering apologetically,

"Maybe someday, my little plaything."

Syn smiles, sitting up and forcing Pistol upright, taking his time licking along her neck while groping a huge breast in his massive hand, letting the plump flesh bulge between his digits and her nipple grind into his palm. His lips meet hers and picks up where his wife left off, slowly overpowering his daughter with his strength and passion as she stiffened and squirmed and then surrendered to his lavish attention as if it were a small climax all over again.

Peg sighs with a genuine smile, knowing this might go on all day if she let it,

"Alright you two. I'm starting breakfast, so you should probably clean up before it gets too late."

With some difficulty, Peg slid from the bed and lightly wobbled herself upright. The lack of response gets Peg to tug playfully on Syn's hair, breaking their kiss as she reiterates with a half smile,

"Okaaay?"

Pistol offered between moans,

"Yes, mama."

Syn smiling coyly as he nodded,

"Of course, Dear. We'll be down after we've finished showering."

Peg released his hair as she shook her head knowingly with a chuckle, still sporting her half-smile as she left.

"Don't leave messier than you came in."

The wolf beamed, watching his wife swaying with her pregnant walk out the door.

"No promises."

He and Pistol both ogle the plush ass presented to them, Syn gesturing silently in wistful disbelief at her beauty. Pistol turns to look then nods fervently also gesturing silently at the perfection and curvature, both of them biting their lips playfully as they exchanged lustful looks between each other and her 'goddess of fertility' physique. They both stifle a soft chuckle at the end of the silent game between them.

Peg pauses at the top of the stairs, Syn takes notice and offers,

"You okay, sweetheart?"

"Yeah-"

Peg said halfheartedly,

"-just a bit stiff."

With that she walked down the stairs.

Pistol looked at her dad with a subtle frown, still shamelessly pressing her hips into his as she asked sincerely,

"You see it too?"

Syn sighed, laying back on the bed and nodding, letting his daughter continue to stay upright and thrust against him weakly as he spoke,

"Yeah, she's struggling. I've got an idea. We'll see if it helps at all."

Pistol nods a bit, rocking softly to try and edge his knot the slightest bit deeper against her ring,

"Okay... let me know if I can help."

Syn takes note of her efforts and grips her hips to steadily pull until her ring -pops- over his knot again!

"Ah! ~?"

Pistol can't avoid squeaking a small moan between sentences, her body still sensitive and aflutter with afterglow,

"B-but mmm-mama said..."

"5 more minutes should be fine. Besides, we'll just shower together. Saves water, time, and we can help clean each other."

"Oh? You'll clean me, then I'll 'clean' you? Hmm I like that idea... Master."

She gently stroked her bulged tummy currently heavy with equal parts cub and seed.

His tone and features grew into a mischievous smile again as he points to a butt plug on the bedside table, waiting to be used, his hands returning to her hips for a spell,

"Speaking of ideas. How would you like to hold on to your present you worked so hard on this morning?"

She leaned over him to reach for it, her massive chest pressed shamelessly against him and grinding her aroused nipples into his warm thick chest fur. He chuckled, his reach easily retrieving Pistol's target and twiddling the plug between his fingers teasingly,

"Now now, my little cock-sleeve, you've earned it... but I think I've got a bit more for you first..."

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Showers were had, each struggling to avoid edging the other and simply cleaning each other. Only one close call popped Pistol's plug in the shower, but she tightened, saving most of her treasure. Syn aggressively washed her taint clean of escaped seed with his large paw before replacing the plug. Having been freshly cleaned and Pistol deeply thankful, she stuffed her nose under her master's balls, letting them rest on her face as she lapped at his freshly scrubbed and taught muscled ring. It wouldn't be long before his shaft fully emerged, and Syn elected to do something about it. Pistol being rewarded with a short but intense throat guzzling of what Syn had left to offer! Gripping her hair like a pair of mussed pig-tails under the running water, he forced her nose to his sheath and relished her deliberate squirming and gagging, milking him for his prize. He thrust mercilessly and with no care other than his own release in that moment. And while he occasionally felt the blunt drag of her teeth, it was a trick she'd learned that helped edge him as long as she did it -just- right. Soon, Syn came for the third time that morning, giving her an early breakfast! Pistol swooned from the rough treatment, but never struggled for air. Syn had regularly let her dive down on him until she nearly (or did) pass out, with his shaft in her throat. However after she was pregnant, their games evolved to accommodate.

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When they emerged Pistol smelled of flowers, and Syn smelled of spices, but they paled in comparison to the smells being made in the kitchen.

Fully dressed and ready to go, they chowed into everything that was put in front of them. The view wasn't half bad either as Peg sported only slippers and an apron, serving breakfast practically nude as her breasts constantly threatened to pop out from behind the milk-stained apron. Her grinding nipples inevitably leaking her succulent wealth and wetting the tips of her tits through the cloth. Pistol even stole a tug of the milk leaking out before setting to tidying her plate. Syn's keen nose found the scent of Peg's arousal rising, likely from the stimulation, and his body couldn't help but notice. Pistol dropped her fork at least once when her mother bent over to pick up a piece of something, the two struggling to avoid laughter as they gestured silently in awe at her heavenly rump again. This time Peg was catching on to their game, and made a little teasing wiggle, begetting a brief bout of laughter between them.

Pistol only ate half of her meal, as was usual lately, but was hardly complaining, deferring the rest to her father which he accepted with a smile and nod.

They talked briefly about plans for the day, mostly same old same old. The end of breakfast whizzed by after that and soon it was time to go.

Pistol kissed her daddy long on the lips and her father groped her affectionately. She crossed to the door, opening it before sighing with a wave. Syn punctuated her departure, smiling,

"Have a good day, cunny-bunny. Text me if you need lunch, okay? I'll make time."

She nodded,

"Thanks, Daddy. See you later. Have a good day, Mama, and good luck with the interview."

"Thanks sweetheart. Take care."

The door clicks shut behind Pistol, the sounds of the bus not far behind. Peg smirked and shook her head teasingly at Syn,

"The door was open sweetie, what'd I say about calling her pet names in public. Also, Cunny-bunny? Really?"

The wolf, slightly flustered, smirks and gestures,

"I-wuh- what?? It was her idea."

Peg, pleased by the reaction, starts to chuckle and tries to avoid looking right at him to avoid laughing as she crosses behind the kitchen counter, still doing her best to tease him,

"Suuure it was, cheeseball. I know you're just a fuck-puppy at heart." She threw her hip out in an alluring jaunt.

Syn smirks,

"Oh yeah? When did you figure that out?"

He stealthily gets up from his seat, prowling toward her in silence.

Peg, completely unaware at first, is drawing water into a scrubbing plate for the dishes as she sighs wistfully,

"Oh, you know. When you stopped being a drifter to be a husband and a father. I knew right then you were just a big soft-AGHHH STOP!!"

*CRACKLE*

Syn, having successfully groped and surprised Peg, stepped on a piece of broken porcelain! A knife edge pressing a full inch into his paw behind the toe as the pressure caused it to shatter! Syn grunted, the pain manageable, but annoying as he uttered flatly,

"Ouch."

Peg panicked, gently ushering him back out of the kitchen and raising his foot to prevent further damage, leading him back to his seat, her slippers still protecting her own feet.

"Oh sweetheart! I'm so sorry! I was going to clean it up after you left for work! I didn't expect you to come back here."

Broken porcelain? All over the floor behind the counter? It must have happened while Pistol was in the shower with him. Syn probed,

"Peggy, is everything alright? You said you were stiff earlier..."

Peg grumbled, her tone affectionate, even as she chastised him,

"Idiot, your foot's bleeding and you're asking if I'm alright?"

She huffed slightly,

"Yes it was because of the stiffness. My back froze up for a second and I dropped a plate. Here, let me get a bandage for that."

Syn nodded, still mostly ignoring the pain as he picked at the broken shard of porcelain. A few attempts at retrieving the bits later he reveals his target, a small shark tooth shaped piece of porcelain. Always feels bigger than it actually is... pulling it out showed the truth of it...

Blood starts to drip to the floor and he finds his gaze fixated on it, but has no desire to stop the flow, hypnotized by pool growing drip by drop until Peg returned with first aid, ignorant to his fixation.

Peg ran water over the cut, cleaning the wound and diluting the small spat of blood on the floor, before plucking a remaining piece with tweezers and applying the bandage, tightening it until it was snug.

She looked up at her husband with an apologetic smile,

"There. Think that will that last you the day?"

Syn, brought back to the moment by the sincere smile of his wife, finds himself happily smiling in kind,

"Think so. Thanks sweetie."

He leavened over, with him sitting and her standing, he gently raised a massive breast from behind her apron into his palm and snuck a few tugs of succulent milk from her.

She huffs in slight relief, biting her lip and offering the other breast, which Syn happily balances out with more suckling. The Wolf smiled,

"I could always use some more to help me through the day. You said yesterday it was overflowing. That gonna be enough, my preggy Peggy?" She nods, gesturing to the fridge and the area near the sink.

"Don't worry that should tide me over until you're back, your lunch is packed and it's already 5 past, now I'm going to clean -that- up before anything else happens."

Syn stands, giving Peg the same passionate kiss he'd given his daughter, before stepping gingerly with his bandaged foot to the fridge. Syn asked candidly,

"You were complaining of soreness heading into the third trimester, I thought not playing together was helping?"

Peg spoke with a hint of concern in her voice,

"I'm only getting worse since we stopped having sex. Honestly... it only helped for a day... but it's been a month now. I know I read online that being rough during the third trimester is risky...but..."

Syn huffs slightly at that, reiterating his point for her,

"And I've told you I'm happy to take it easy on you."

Peg shakes her head,

"But you said it's not as much fun for you!"

Syn laughs, realizing the source of the confusion and clarifies between chuckles,

"Oh sweetheart! *hah!* That's like saying I prefer strawberry over vanilla! I got a favorite flavor, but I still LOVE having ice cream, right?"

Peg blushes slightly, asking with a plea in her eyes,

"Maybe you could... be late to work today?"

Syn groans,

"Not twice in the same week. I'm already on thin ice after last month. How about I try to finish early instead?"

Peg nods, crossing to him and hugging around his core, pressing her messy bust to him and resting her head on his chest,

"I'd like that. Ice cream will be waiting. Double scoop."

Syn returns the tender hug with a glance at the clock and kisses the top of her head,

"Alright. Gotta go."

Peg reluctantly released him to the world, wearing a slightly pained smile. Syn found his boots, sliding them on, putting one over the bandage with care. He stood, waving, masking his own hesitation with bravado,

"Bye Beauty."

He'd meant to say beautiful, but standing on the cut gave him pause as he still turned to leave.

Peg smirks, still finding herself biting her lip at the view of his round ass under those jeans,

"Bye Beast."

Syn turns, throwing his comment over his shoulder to the kitchen as he opens the front door with a similar smirk,

"Okay, NOW who's the cheeseball?"

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@ Spoonerville Junior High (School)

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Pistol signed in to her fifth period class, her butt plug making her ring ache as she continued her efforts to clench on it and massage it with whatever inner muscles she could find under her control. She had taken it out to use the restroom at lunch, but hardly any of his load poured out of her. It seemed more and more, her body was accepting his cum into her completely. Maybe her daily diet had successfully caused her body to change to allow her to live off it? It explained her lack of appetite, and with no loss of energy or drive. But her sex drive felt like it was through the roof. She couldn't even remember the last day she hadn't f*cked her daddy (or was it the other way around?) since he moved into the house several months ago. Maybe there hadn't been one? It didn't matter... the problem remained that she had been playing "hide the salami" instead of doing her homework. So, to correct this, for a while she attempted to mix sex with her necessary homework to minimal improvement.

She tried to do it while he nibbled her neck and massaged her chest. No improvement.

She tried to read her chapters with her Daddy wedged into her rump. Nope, couldn't even finish a chapter before he had her over an armrest, squealing.

She tried to work after they'd finished playing and he fell asleep with her happily knotted on him. Fail, he kept cumming a bit of fresh heat every 10 minutes or so and that was VERY distracting ?.

Several more attempts like this during this last month had ultimately ended with her passed out or too tired/pleasured to function the way she needed to. So she'd given up and simply let assignments start to slide.

After all, nothing mattered as long as she had Syn. Her teacher stammered, interrupting their lecture,

"P-Principal??"

"Pistol?"

The fiery haired feline looked up from her text book, having not really been looking at it. Her ditsy, sex-addled brain was not quite on all cylinders, but fear was suddenly pushing to bring her back to normal,

"Hmm? Me?"

Pistol sat up straight, the plug pressing up into her tailhole pleasurably, slightly offsetting her panic and shifting her focus.

Miss PennyPacker, a beautiful and professional woman. Always wearing a suit or blouse befitting her status of principal. Not because she was proud of it, but because she cared about the people involved. The class started to stare, her maturity having only added to her beauty over the last 10 years. She did well visibly ignoring the class while some of the young eyes silently undressed her, the woman's firm gaze piercing Pistol's foggy disposition,

"Yes, Pistol Pete. Could you see me in my office, now?"

This gets a brief silent look between some students, some knew this was coming while others were perplexed. None of them had any idea who she really was though... and that thought alone frustrated her as she left the room with some embarrassment, trying to ignore the whispers behind her.

They start to head down the hall as Miss Penny Packer speaks up,

"This shouldn't take long, in fact..."

She looks up and down the hall clearly making sure they were alone, smiling warmly,

"We could probably resolve this in the time it'd take to even reach my office. Shall we try?"

Pistol smiles weakly at that with a subtle nod, slightly comforted by that prospect. Pennypacker continued as they walked,

"Then, let me start with why you think I'm wanting to talk with you?"

Pistol, hoping the principal wouldn't notice the slight oddness of her walk due to the buttplug, shrugged slightly. But, having heard this question asked before, she sighed knowingly and uttered,

"Because I haven't been turning in my assignments."

The principal nodded, offering a hand,

"Shortly after the start of the quarter you've completely fallen behind. Why is that?"

'My step dad and I have been f*cking each other's brains out!' She thought with an inward smirk. Outwardly she sighed, trying to look like she was just another angsty teen. Her voice sounded calm, if not a bit tired and flat,

"My parents got a divorce a few months ago. My mom remarried and my stepdad is a massive.... influence...

it's been a lot to take in. I couldn't handle it all at first, but now I'm able to take it as it comes. We just bare it all as often as we can. It's just... so hard you know, letting him in. Sometimes I'm afraid I might break, but I'm willing to push as hard as I can to make sure we make it. To reach our happy ending."

She fought the urge to giggle at herself, the idea of her mother being able to hear her tongue-in-cheek humor, she knew she'd get the death glare for sure. Thankfully this conversation would never have to-

"Oh my goodness. I had no idea. No wonder you've been struggling. Should I talk to them?"

'Uh oh.' Pistol thought, her voice cracking a little as she raised her hands, trying to regain control of the conversation,

"N-no it's... it's not what you think. Everything's okay now. I'm just adjusting. I've got a lot more to do around the house since my mom's... busy, and looking for work-"

PennyPacker's features harden. That wasn't the answer she was looking for. Pistol braced herself as the principal spoke,

"I'm going to talk with your parents then. I'll call to schedule a meeting later this week. You need to be able to work on your assignments... no matter their chores for you... did they see your last report card?"

"N... no." Pistol flushed with embarrassment now. She'd been too embarrassed when the D's showed up to even bother showing it to them.

"I'll be talking with them about it, so perhaps you'd best show it to them before then. Alright?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Very good. You can go back to class now."

Pistol felt her head swim with conflict, why had she let this get so out of hand? Did it matter if she had a life of bliss at home? Who needs school if you can breed all day, every day?? Maybe she would be his live-in sex toy/baby-maker! But forever!

Her gut told her it was the wrong way to think about it and she sighed heavily.

Whipping out her phone, she texted her Daddy once the Principal was out of sight,

'Hey, getting hungry over here! Need my love-delivery. ?

And need to update you on a school thing. Come by a.s.a.p.'

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@ the Spoonerville Strip (Mall)

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Peg huffed slightly, the extra weight of her baby girl making the walk to the mall office a bit of a chore. Her hips swayed with each step and likely looked more alluring than she'd want to portray in a professional environment. Her heels still made her legs fetching under the skirt and professional jacket she wore. Nearly the same outfit she wore the day she met Syn at the bar. What a day that was... and how much had changed. Her old blouse didn't fit her massive chest anymore. She needed a pregnancy bra, with cotton pads for her nipples to keep the leaking down. And even her loosest shirt still left a large portion of her cleavage exposed, and the pregnancy bra, practically a sports bra, pushed her chest into it, threatening to spill out over it.

She strut into the marked and open doorway, and a little elderly canine man looked up from his desk,

"You must be Preg- er-PEG! The woman interested in the retail position?"

He looks her up and down, Peg doing her best to remain professional when he stares, as her usual instincts made her annoyed at his blatant appraisal of her visage,

"Yes, Mister Fetzwig, sir. I've got previous experience and I'm told I'm a decent team player, so I think I'd be an asset to you."

"Very well. You're hired."

Peg blinks in disbelief,

"Wh-w? Really?"

The old dog gestures broadly, returning his gaze to the work on his desk as he speaks,

"Of course. You're professional, punctual, with previous experience, and you'll be popular. You're a shoo-in."

The feline felt her heart sink a tad and she asked somewhat flatly,

"P-popular, sir?"

He clearly wants to move on and ushers her to leave with his gestures as he jots down more notes,

"Yes yes, you're conventionally attractive and sound like you will be an excellent clerk on the main floor during the holiday season. I'll call you tomorrow to schedule orientation, please wear similarly professional attire."

Peg furrowed her brow, still in disbelief,

"Even though I'm pregnant, I'll be popular?"

The dog still didn't look up, jotting something unrelated down,

"Mmm hmmm."

... Peg began to pry,

"Are you trying to flatter me, sir?"

The old man looks confused at first, looking up, tracing back over Peg's features before realization fills his face and laughter strikes!

"Oh! HAH! No, miss Peg. I'm just the manager. I call it like I see it. You need not worry about any unprofessional tendencies from me or the senior staff. I like to run a respectable workforce. Besides, between you and me, I swing for the other team, if you know what I mean."

He turns the photo on his desk toward her, it's a younger version of him snuggled up against a similar breed of dog. Both Male.

"Oh."

"But do let me know your approximate due date so we can plan accordingly... And on another note, if anyone DOES start giving you trouble, staff especially, let me know immediately so we can tactfully address it as soon as possible."

The old dog sighs with a visible memory of past problems as he leans back,

"If it's just a proximity issue to unsavory behavior, we can make adjustments. Otherwise I take this quite seriously, but it's important to address facts. Everyone grows up with desires and urges, some of us just decided to grow up and deal with them, Eh? Feel free to call if you have additional questions or concerns."

Peg smiled at that while briefly debating sharing the identical nature of their thinking, and felt slightly flushed, but did her best to see herself out,

"Th-thank you, sir."

"Talk to you soon. Good day."

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@ Mach-Metal-Machine shop

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The work day at the machine shop was like a hundred before. And Syn found some comfort in the routine. Although his soul ached slightly for a respite, a craving for untamed scenery and the open road playing through his mind's eye, he thought of his girls waiting at home and counting on him. Armed with that image he always found the will to push on with a content smile.

Syn grunted as the last heft placed the nearly 500lb rod of metal into the roller. The machine latching to it and a senior co-worker bringing the heavy machinery to life with a few toggles and a button press. The elder fox at the controls smiles,

"Thanks big guy! We're getting through these in record time because of you."

Syn smiles, waving dismissively as he pants a bit and wipes his brow, admittedly surprised he isn't more winded,

"Nah. You guys are pushing pretty hard too. I can't take all the credit."

"What, you think any of us could even BEGIN to throw these around the way you do?? You deserve mo-"

The eerie sound of metal creaking brings both of them to a dead stop. Eyes and ears wide, alert, and searching.

The fox asked aloud, but saw the answer in Syn's expression,

"Did you hear-?"

The fox not hesitating to hit the emergency stop and lurching over the machine railing to look for the source, equally aware of the danger it presented. Syn swiveling his ears, both looking at the equipment in front of him and at the machines running around him! Another, louder creak.

The forklift across the shop! It was bringing the loaded fork down and there was someone underneath as the rack above continued to visibly contort under the weight! His body moved faster than he could think, his throat tight as Syn roared!!

"WAIT!"

The wolf was heard clear across the shop! His voice the only sound audible at first over the machinery running nearby! The pig in the forklift and the bulldog beside it look at him before realizing they should look up, only finding too late that it was failing! A hail of nearly 8000lbs worth of 3 meter long steel rods clatter and collapse, crashing down on the forklift and scattering everywhere, while the bent ones collected in a massive metal mess atop all three of them!

The cacophony is rattling enough to get every tech to suspend their machine. The fox who'd been working with Syn shouted, running up to the mangled heap,

"Help me!"

He started pulling off three rods, struggling and laying them aside, one of the onlookers mumbled,

"Holy shit. Was that not just the forklift?? Was somebody else -under- that?!"

One came out of shock and jogged over to help out, admittedly slipping on one loose rod before arriving and working to untangle the mess, the elder fox shouting again at the top his lungs toward the rest of the crew,

"HELP ME, GOD DAMMIT! SYN WENT UNDER HERE FOR BRUCE! CALL AN AMBULANCE!"

It took a few minutes, but they could hear Bruce groaning and Syn grunting a bit under the weight. The risk to Syn wasn't the pressure, it was the idea that the haphazard canopy could move off of him and further injure the dog beneath him. Bruce had a fractured leg, but was otherwise fine. The wolf held still for nearly 20 minutes until only the last few bars remained. With light properly filling the space they realize how fortunate they were, several rods having oriented vertically, one of them could have been skewered. Soon they had a window large enough for Syn to suggest they hold up. Then with one hand used the canine's belt to hoist him through the gap in the canopy, away from the tangled metal and into the arms of his coworkers. The other pig had the forklift to protect him, and although the cage was badly bent and damaged, he had emerged nearly unscathed. The pig's worst injuries were a couple nicks from where the edges of the bars caught his thighs, but even then his jeans took most of it. Syn however, was fairly beat up. And with the cage of the forklift in it's current state, everyone marveled at how little damage Syn seemed to have endured. It would be difficult to tell through his fur but several deep gashes lay on his arm and he was fairly certain he cracked several ribs. He knew he'd have bruises all over his back and lower neck for a week or two. All things considered he was personally quite satisfied with the result.

Otherwise the damage to the shop wasn't too severe, apart from the materials. Nobody had died. They were lucky.

When the ambulance arrived, they attempted to load him in first, but the bumper scraped against the asphalt. Syn was encouraged to see a doctor after the paramedics bandaged his arm and bound his chest, but more importantly, he was ordered to take the rest of the day off... with pay. His new friends and coworkers whooped and applauded loudly, hailing him as a hero. Syn inwardly sighed, relieved the crisis was over, and he let himself bask in the moment a bit, silently thinking to himself playfully,

'Shut up, baby. I know it...'

The wolf inwardly blushed at the attention, barely maintaining his stoic demeanor.

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Mounting his motorcycle, he found the cracked ribs more daunting than any of his other injuries in that moment as raising his arms put pressure on his breathing. It hurt to even inhale so he grit his teeth and conceded to small breaths while he revved away, some coworkers still hooting in praise.

'Alright. Focus. Pistol still needs lunch.'

Riding to the school felt much longer than usual. Every minute dragged on with labored breaths and his aching arm. The idea of buying a car made him start to smirk, muttering to himself,

"Sheesh, I -must- be settling down if that sounds like a good idea... maybe-"

He toyed with the thought for a few more seconds before remembering the night he climbed into the taxi and nearly grounded it with his size, the laughter from the memory creeping into the now before his ribs rejected the motions and he hissed with a smile, letting the pain and thoughts of buying a car pass as he uttered to himself,

"Nah."

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Pulling into the parking lot, Syn looked across the way, finding Pistol sitting pensively on the steps. He waved, but she wasn't looking up at him so he made his way to the side entrance where she sat. Other students also stepping out, either to eat food more privately, smoke, or pass the time, gave her passing glances. Some were clearly checking her out, Syn knew this wasn't uncommon, but some were looking knowingly and even with his aching and painful breaths, he bolstered his resolve to look fatherly and somewhat intimidating to any potential trouble as he strode over to meet her.

She caught sight of his shadow slightly before he arrived and bounced to her feet,

"Muh-Uh-! D-DADDY!"

Pistol immediately pursed her lips together in embarrassment, having almost called him 'Master' in public. She still skipped toward him, breasts bouncing tantalizingly and arms outstretched, and he put up his hand to halt her. Her perplexed and searching stare tugged on his heartstrings, but he knew a big hug would be painful, and she'd likely figure out the severity of his injuries. He looked down at her, his face and tone between reproachful and concerned, not offering one way or the other yet as he asked softly,

"what's happened? I've not seen you pout like that in weeks."

He did his best not to hungrily eye her curves and mentally undress her, but his focus was certainly split for a spell. He paused, letting Pistol speak but leaning close enough to encourage her to keep her voice down like he had, trying not to offer anything to the occasional onlookers.

She squirmed and gestured instead to the bandages on his arm,

"Oh it's nothing serious, but what happened to your arm?? That's a big bandage!"

Syn smirks keenly before he waggles his finger at her,

"It's from work. Now, don't change the subject again, missy. What's this school thing you messaged about?"

Pistol squirmed, "I... might be slipping on my grades a bit."

Syn fought the impulse to cross his arms, each breath a slight toll as he grumbled, hands resting on his hips instead as he straightened up, looking rather threatening,

"How much is 'a bit'...?"

Pistol visibly braced herself and looked down,

"... Like... from A's to D's..."

Syn huffed with a soft veil of disappointment, asking with a wave of his arm,

"Is that why you never showed up with the report card for last quarter? Baby, why didn't you say you were struggling?"

The feline is legitimately surprised at him remembering such a small detail, but felt too much guilt and frustration to do more than huff, bouncing her voluptuous bust, uttering slightly exasperated,

"I tried."

She gestured subtly to his junk, trying to foster a joke even with the tension between them, practically whispering,

"Remember when you introduced me to your 'book worm' in the living room? The time you gave me that 'massage' while I was doing my math? The day I brought my backpack into the bedroom so I could do my homework on your chest while you were in bed?"

Syn smirked, the memory still vivid and drawing a noticeable change in the tightness of the front of his jeans, muttering quietly in kind,

"So what you're saying is you need better structure in your homework time? I should have known I was being too much to handle these last few months. I suppose I could've offered help while in bed, but in my defense, I was asleep for that part."

She groaned aloud,

"Daaad, take this more seriously! Mom is gonna freak... What if she says I can't have sex with you until homework's done??"

Syn chuckles,

"Then you do your homework."

"Or until my grades improve?" Pistol glares at him knowingly, Syn's composed expression falters a bit, his tone -almost- apologetic,

"Oh... that's bad."

The bell rang and a slight commotion began as students filed back inside, only a couple taking notice of them since they were mostly out of sight. Still they did their best not to draw anyone's gaze.

The pause between them was more pregnant than Pistol, a passerby bringing the two of them back to near whispers again, but Syn delivered first, uttering softly,

"I could tutor you. Privately."

Pistol whispered, exasperated,

"Tutor?? Are you TRYING to flunk me out of school?? You can barely keep your hands off me."

Syn raised an eyebrow, but also didn't deny it, continuing,

"I'm serious. Until you're back into B's I'll tutor you. But we'll be doing it MY way."

There was something strangely ominous in that tone that gave Pistol a cool chill of both fear and anticipation. Thankfully everyone nearby had vanished in the last few minutes. She heard a familiar creak in denim that drew her eyes, her Father's erect shaft struggling against the zipper. She muttered aloud, mostly to herself as she backed into the crook of the building and a tall bush, uttering candidly,

"I'm so fucked."

Syn reached up, gripping her shoulder to pin it to the wall as his other paw casually unzipped his pants, his tone dark and primal as his shaft sprung free before her,

"You don't know the half of it..."

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@ Home

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As Peg entered the house, surprised to find the front door unlocked, she heard the T.V. on and briefly entertained the possibility she'd left it on by accident... only to find the culprit laying on the Sofa, laughing at something on screen before his face contorts in pain and instead concedes to a smile and a hum of appreciation.

"Syn??"

Without his shirt, Peg easily saw the extent of the damage. A mixture of ice packs around his shoulders and neck with a hot pack around his bloodied bandaged arm. His ribs wrapped and his foot still bandaged... he almost looked like he should be in a hospital, but his face lit up a bit as he smiled,

"Welcome home, Sweetheart. I gave Pistol her lunch, twice, and I came home after that since I got off work early."

She kicked off her shoes, walking hurriedly over to him,

"W-what in the world?? What happened?"

Syn saw that look of genuine concern on his wife's face again... it felt... nice... but it also almost hurt worse than all of his damage put together. He decided he didn't like it when she worried, and played off his injuries,

"Pfft, this is nothing, you should see the other guy."

Peg's face doesn't change, perhaps unsure if he was serious or simply waiting for the real reason, Syn waved dismissively, trying to show it was a joke,

"I'm alright, really. We had a rack collapse at work, I was under it. That's all. They patched me up and gave me the day off."

Peg furrows her brow,

"Why aren't you-"

Syn was certain that 'at the hospital' was coming next but Peg stopped herself. She looked him over again and huffed slightly,

"Do you need anything?"

Syn blinked in surprise but spoke confidently, the upward turn in his tone implying a smile even if one didn't appear,

"No, I'm okay. Thanks."

"Have you eaten?"

"... besides breakfast?"

With a sigh of resolution, Peg stood, keeping her pregnant stance balanced without issue, and took off her suit coat, immediately walking to the kitchen,

"Then I'll make some lunch and tea."

She disappeared from his sight and his eyes widened slightly as he pondered. She hung her coat temporarily on the bar stool, taking a moment to heave a wistful sigh, which couldn't be heard over the T.V., at the memory of a lovemaking session she'd shared on it before mulling over the circumstances. Their trains of thought, though very different from each other, surprisingly reached the same conclusion,

Peg: * Goodness that man is stubborn. If we weren't expecting, I'd take him to the hospital now. But if we're going soon anyway we need all the financial buffer we can manage. Whether he's deliberately saving money for our delivery dates or he's just being tough... I really appreciate the solidarity right now, at least while things are still transitioning. I just hope we're not giving too much for Pistol to handle since she's started keeping him occupied every day. I'll give her a breather tonight, I want to remind him how much I love him. I'll keep it a surprise, but I should at least text Pistol. How -is- Pistol doing in school these days? With all the lovemaking I feel like I've hardly seen a shred of homework for months... *

Syn: * Craaap. She's mad at me. At least I think she is. I hope she isn't pulling her punches just because I'm hurt. I'd rather rip the bandaid off. Does she already know about the report card? I should tell her. NO that might make her even MORE upset! And I care?? YES! YOU'RE MARRIED NOW, DUMBASS! And you're marrying her daughter too at this rate! Things are getting complicated... I need to make SURE that Pistol graduates and can be self sufficient. With two kids on the way things are going to get hectic here pretty quick. Pistol can't afford to blow off school and stay at home... probably... unless mom's okay with it. I don't suppose I could ask her? She might ask about school though, this is a conundrum. I just need to make sure Pistol passes, right? Right. *

Peg & Syn : * I should make sure her schoolwork doesn't falter. Wonder where her report card is... *

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@ Jr. High

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Pistol held her report card in both hands while groaning softly to herself as study hall continued around her, some legitimately working, others taking the opportunity to chat it up and share online findings. She struggled with the idea of attempting to complete a week late paper for some semblance of credit when a glance at the clock revealed it was already almost over. A group of upper classmen came into the room, likely being released early from a previous period, and Pistol considered leaving, putting her chin in her palm. Yet a familiar face emerged from the group and wandered over to her once eye contact was made, Pistol blinked in disbelief, Roxanne! But she had a better name for her, practically shouting, Roxanne doing the same,

"Rosie!"

"Posie!"

The two exchanged a genuine moment of friendly glee with an abrupt hug and Pistol looked her over,

"I haven't seen you in so long! I thought you went on to the college program?!"

Pistol fought to pay attention but found herself in disbelief how much her friend had changed. The canine was clearly coming into her own, a figure that boasted regular exercise and a healthy set of curves that were hardly as prominent as Pistol's, but was nothing to sneeze at. After realizing she was "checking out" her friend she blinked, returning to the moment with a vague understanding that Roxanne'd broken up with Max and was back in school. Her next question needed Pistol's undivided attention however, and Roxanne offered it delicately,

"I heard The triple P got to you today... even pulled you out of class. Did something happen?"

The bell rang, the usher already guiding teens in the sophomore class from the room, and Pistol sighed apologetically,

"Sorry, some other time. It's good to see you again!"

Roxanne gasped loudly, picking up the report card before Pistol could stash it, her voice almost a whisper in shocked disbelief,

"Is this YOURS??"

"L-later!" Pistol swiped the report card, striding out of study hall with feverish steps. A familiar but none too friendly female voice chirps,

"Where ya going, PeePee? Somethin' wrong with your report card? Gonna take Rox off's advice and tug another set of A's out of the staff?"

One of her entourage pipes up, calling loud enough for everyone in study hall to hear even if only a handful had originally heard her,

"Whoa! Fuckin' SAVAGE, Lisa!"

Pistol flushed heavily but did her best to continue to leave and ignore the brief heckling. Thankfully Roxanne came to her rescue with a quieter reply,

"What's the matter? Afraid they'll cancel on you if she does??"

"Wh-?!"

Pistol escaped the room, eyes wide but still in earshot as Roxanne continued,

"Don't worry she just wants the teachers, not the whole staff, so she'll let you go first. Are you doing the janitors today or tomorrow?"

Now far enough from the room to smile, Pistol could hear a string of screamed expletives behind her followed by the usher blowing a whistle repeatedly and heaved a sigh of relief.

Who said there wasn't any justice in high school?

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@ Home

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Syn lifted his eyelids and saw a blurry shadow over him, snapping awake instinctively as he sat up partway! Finding himself lying in bed!

"Urk!"

His ribs reminded him immediately of his state and his wide eyes look up to find his wife, turned around, rump presented to him, but packed behind an outfit of some kind. He must have fallen asleep after eating and relocating from the couch. The sound he made alerts her to his consciousness,

"Oop! No no, it's just me, sweetie. Relax."

Syn takes a moment to realize what's happening, even as his nerves shout that he attack whatever spooked him.

She turns, revealing her outfit to be a raunchy and deeply unprofessional nurse's uniform. Syn blinks in surprise, mind clearing, as his eyes very clearly play over every accented feature of the outfit,

"Oh! Ice cream?"

She nods,

"A double scoop. ~<3"

Peg smiles both coyly and teasingly,

" Are you okay? I thought you'd sleep a little longer."

She traced a finger gingerly across his bandages,

"After all, I'm not finished kissing all of your 'boo boos' and there's still so much swelling."

She blatantly reached across and groped his girth in his pants, Syn could no longer suppress a chuckle, muttering quietly,

"Ooph, on a roll today cheeseball-"

Peg, though still smiling looks a bit crestfallen, offering,

"D-do you not like it? Is it too corny?"

Syn gasped harder than he should have in an effort to ease her concern, coughing slightly as he composed himself,

"*Eck!* N-no! F-Fuck no! *Hack* I love it! *kaff huff* Just surprised was all... I'll play along now, g'wan! Go on!"

His enthusiasm and gestures to continue bring a smile back to her features and she pecks his cheek. She offers with a ditsy flair,

"Where does it hurt most, mister? Let me kiss it and make it better for you. ?"

He inwardly toys with asking her to just kiss his chest all night since it hurt to breathe, but that'd be mean... probably. Since he was getting a reasonably good kick out of watching his wife act like a ditsy porno star, he puts his hands behind his head with a bit of difficulty to try and relieve pressure on his ribs. Huffing and hiding his smile, albeit not very convincingly, he stated with similar porno-dialogue candor,

"Gosh that'd be great, but where it's most swollen is under that zipper there. I'd brace yourself..."

Peg, clearly relishing the playful banter climbs up and offers her next words over her shoulder as she pulls down on his zipper,

"Don't fret, mister, I can handle it. I won't rest until -all- your swelling goes d-"

She looks down, having momentary trouble with the zipper at the base. A short tug gets it free and with a paired tug of his boxers suddenly his shaft flips up, roughly bopping her in the nose before wedging itself into her exposed cleavage!

"Ooh! Mmf!"

Peg visibly jolted from the bop to her face, the soft 'Ooh' sounding like an intentionally ditsy cry but the 'Mmf' implied it wasn't supposed to hit her nose as hard as it did, and Syn stifled a chuckle, both for his ribs, and for his wife's benefit. His mirth continued to spread into his features though, a small smile creeping in while she worked. Both out of the humor as well as the appreciation of the moment.

She grasped the middle of it, gasping playfully,

"Golly, mister. It's so big and red!"

Syn silently rolled his eyes, still smiling and offering politely, not realizing he was starting to get into it,

"Well then it's gonna need a big kiss."

Peg takes the cue happily, reaching down with her free hand while the other supported her weight. With her plush cleavage hugging the middle of the shaft, her hand idly rolls one of his large orbs in her palm. The tip is practically poking her chin and she looks down, moaning, lips pursed into a long friendly kiss over the tip, smearing the faintest hint of bright lipstick when she stopped,

"Mmmuah! ~?"

She playfully gasps,

"It didn't work."

Her hand still idly working his sac, teasing and roiling his boys knowingly even as she pretended to be innocent. Syn, moaning briefly, offers up,

"Naw, it was working. Maybe you just need a bigger kiss? Why not wrap your lips around the tip and suck a little?"

Peg giggles,

"Like a lollipop?"

She immediately leans back over, almost hungrily placing his entire tip into her drooling maw, she'd clearly been waiting for this.

Downstairs the deadbolt clattered and the door opened to a rather pensive looking Pistol. Looking around, she was surprised to find very little evidence anyone was home. A glance in the garage showed her Daddy's bike was there and she smirked, thinking that her parents must be in the bedroom, perhaps 'doing the dirty' and the thought made her smile wistfully. Taking advantage of having the house 'to herself' for the moment, she popped a toaster pastry in for herself with a *click* and sat on the couch, opening her textbook. Her report card fell out and she gasped instinctively, retrieving it.

'Apprehension? Over a report card? It wasn't worth it... right? Right. So we should just get this over with, right? Right.'

She decides to fold it back into her text book, taking it under her arm. She was going to break the news and rip this bandaid off... she'd already told Dad... now all she had to tackle was mom...

*click-shkt*

Riiiiight after she ate that pastry.

Peg moaned around his shaft, bobbing her head as far as the angle would let her, his tip glazing the back of her throat with pre over and over!

Syn had managed to slip his paw under the tight skirt, without ripping it (shockingly), and pressed his thumb into her tailstar, her tail flitting in protest, but not swatting toward him. She'd gotten awfully tight again having gone without sex for over a month, and he relished the idea of getting to 'break her in' all over again!

Pistol reached the end of the hallway, heard the moaning outside the room and instead of knocking paused to ponder.

'I don't wanna ruin their fun. Maybe I should wait?'

She turned to leave,

'No! No no, you'll probably just keep putting it off! Commit. Just go in there. With a little luck, Dad might have already told her and she was understanding...'

She sighs softly to herself.

...

Pistol puts the book down against the wall in the hall, huffing,

' I'll just walk in, read the room, maybe help things along, and once they're settled, I'll bring it in and tell her. Worst case scenario, mom gets mad at both of us... probably some grounding.'

She inwardly whined,

'I REALLY hope she doesn't say "no sex for a month" or something... if she does this may be the last bit of fun I get to have for a while... I better make it count.'

She walked in to find her mother gulping and bobbing on his tip even as cum gushed from her nose in random spurts, Peg struggling between coughing, swallowing, and keeping her mouth fixed around the gushing tip as it glazed her front rope by rope! Pistol whined in playful distress,

"M-Mama?? You're wasting it!"

Jogging over, the young woman kicked off her shoes and Peg looked up in slight surprise.

Pistol popped off her bra under her shirt, letting it fall free while bouncing over with a masterful shedding of her top and greedily popping his now exposed tip into her mouth! She skillfully gulped the remaining pumps of savory seed and left Peg to briefly marvel at her daughter,

'She makes it look so easy. ~<3'

Pistol, squeezing the top of the shaft to hold the edging flow back, then shared a rather lewd kiss with her mother as they each swallowed what was left and Peg massaged her daughter's aching breasts. Syn growled affectionately, the ever vigilant Pistol still pumping his shaft with her hands and catching his remaining dribbles into her other palm.

How lucky he was.

--- hours later ---

Pistol fell fast asleep, having ended up wearing the nurse uniform that had originally been on her mother. The tips of the loungerie bra soaked with their combined milk. Her mouth hung open, a messy dream of some sort occasionally getting a soft unconscious lick of her lips.

Syn had fed them both before spending over an hour reintroducing himself to his wife's perfect ass, all the while laying in bed. Peg fell fast asleep with him spooning her, knotted deeply, and her tummy occasionally gurgling quietly. Pistol lay with an arm wrapped around her Daddy's thigh, with her nose against her mother's snatch, where she'd been diligently cleaning her mother's double orgasm before letting sleep finally take her, one hand resting open palmed against her master's spent sac.

What a day.

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Syn briefly gestured to the homework on the table as he sat behind her, pointing in particular to the report card beside it,

"You realize you're only making it worse for yourself by putting it off, right?"

"ugh... shuddup dad I know. Mmf!"

Pistol's hands balled up into fists which 'pap'ed gently against her forehead in frustration,

"But I just know she's going to make this huge deal about it, and I dunno what she's gonna do... and somehow not being sure makes it worse than worse."

Syn chuckled casually, paws roaming freely over Pistol's bare breasts and flitting each nipple with casual flair between his digits in sensual teasing strokes,

"I can hazard a guess of what she'll do if she finds out -before- you tell her."

Pistol whines, pressing her lush bust into his motions and crossing her arms under her voluptuous chest and bouncing in place. Were the blinds open she would be showing herself sitting on her haunches with her feet on her father's thighs and making it harder for her Daddy to play with her bouncing breasts. She whines slightly, playfully grumbling,

"I thought you were gonna help me..."

Syn sighed, grasping her chest tightly, pressing the plush flesh between his fingers and guiding her to stop bouncing,

"Alright, alright... Talk me through it again... What's a quadratic equation?"

Pistol sighed, leaning forward to rest her elbows on her desk, her Daddy instinctively moving to tug her nipples down, like he was milking a cow. A short pause gets a soft pouting tone out of her even as she moaned slightly under his attention,

"Daddy, I *?ah?* I don't think this is working..."

Syn leaned back, letting go of his daughter's massive chest and letting her tits sway idly. Placing both hands under her rump, he lifted her enough to let her feet slide off his thighs so she no longer sat on her haunches. Slowly lowering her ass all the way down into his lap, her tailhole stretching around his knot before swallowing it and snuggling up against the rubber cock-ring under it. His cock, having been inside her most of the last ten minutes, felt great as the final third of it disappeared into her hot tunnel. She reached down and fiddled her clit as she moaned around his length pressing so deep inside her, clearly a sensation she'd been waiting for. He reached for the remote on the table and turned up the setting, a pink bead buzzing away in her pussy springing to life as Syn sighed.

"You're right."

Pistol whined and moaned in the slew of pleasure now being inflicted on her, Her daddy leaning over to bite the area between her neck and shoulder, with just enough force to pin her down as his hands resumed playing with her chest. His voice was filled with growls of frustration while hers was strewn with hesitant squeaks of impending release, Syn releasing his bite, snarls a bit,

"I'm going to -FIX- this!" He punctuated his sentence with a thrust upward against his writhing daughter, Pistol whining,

"Oh please! Fix me! Do it!"

Syn grunted, the cock ring no match for his hardened shaft as gush after gush of seed suddenly painted the inside of Pistol's young taut rump! Pistol suddenly starting to orgasm and shuddering as a long moan punctuated her release! Her fingers prolonging her milking motions around her daddy's cock as her fingers toyed with her pussy and her inner walls clenched around her two intruders. After a minute of coming down from the high, though still in afterglow, Syn grumbled aloud,

"I'm serious, cum bunny. I'm going to fix this. You're going to get proper help... AND you're not going to stop being my cock-sock while doing it."

Pistol whined in a mix of pleasure, affection, and sexual release,

"Of course, Master. L-love you."

Syn sighed, half smiling,

"I love you too, my Pet."

The wolf huffed again, standing from the chair and starting to walk around the room. With both hands on her hips it was just enough to keep his knot from popping free, and carrying his limp daughter like a toy, swinging below his belt like a giggling ditzy ragdoll. Pistol squeaks,

"whee! I love this game, Master."

Syn did his best to enter his thinking space, pacing the room in slow methodical loops. The occasional titter from his titty bean only a minor distraction compared to the milk leaking nipples grinding and swinging against his shins as he walked.

Eventually the rounds were just delaying the inevitable, and Syn took hold of Pistol's pigtails, keeping her firmly planted against his hips, as he raised her up perpendicular to him. Then turning her around and plopping her on her back on her bed without losing an inch of his penetration! The sex addled redheaded feline giggled and moaned like a ditsy bimbo, drunk with the slew of hormones and the small climax that came before. Her fingers bounced between dragging over his stomach or groping her breasts, and she bit her lip, trying to flex any inner muscles she could still command to milk and stroke his shaft.

Syn put his thumbs behind her knees and pressed until they were against the bed, framing her chest and giving him quite a view. He took a short tug against her muscled ring and popped his knot free! Pistol's eyes widened as he suddenly changed his angle and withdrew his shaft, completely coated in the mix of juices, pulling out until only an inch still barely kept his load inside!

The thrust that followed was so slick and smooth that even Syn briefly hesitated in surprise before taking up the rhythm again!

His hips slapped down over and over! His knot bouncing off the muscled ring and Pistol offered a primal moan at the sudden assault of sexual attention! Eyes rolling back in her head as she drifted away from consciousness, fully submerging her stressed mind in the sea of pleasure and closing off any 'useless' senses.

During the sudden pounding Peg waddled in, looking and sounding MUCH happier, even as cum dribbled down between her rump and inner thighs.

"Well HERE you are, love birds."

Noticing the text book on the table, she gestures playfully,

"You 'tutoring' our daughter? I hope she's behaving."

Syn, hot and bothered, had slight difficulty offering his next words with a composed tone,

"She's a quick study... follows every lead and takes everything *grunt* I'm throwing at her. ?"

Peg had clearly awoken shortly after them, but here they were, at it again. She got eye contact with Syn before noticing the homework was actually strewn rather broadly. Was this a difficult subject? Ah, math. The raised curve of the typically folded report card caught her eye and began to walk toward the desk without a word,

'Ah! Good, let's see how she's d-'

"Hey, beautiful."

Syn's arm reached back and intercepted his nude wife before she could reach a visible angle on the desk. She gasped slightly as he suddenly turned and gently dipped her into a kiss with a touch of tongue. Peg giggled with a hint of ditsy glee at the sudden sweet intrusion when the kiss breaks, teasing,

"Well... tutoring, sweet talking, tending to our daughter, and making out with your wife, aren't you a multitasker."

Syn barely managed to hide his panicked turmoil. She almost saw the report card! He's now HIDING it actively from his wife! His daughter is cumming and he's gonna blow!

"You don't know the half of it!"

With a heavy and loud swat to Pistol's rump which gets a growl so guttural it's clearly only adding to Pistol's pleasure! Syn growls louder,

"Turn over! Feet on the floor!"

Pistol, as if possessed, goes from limp to frantic in an effort to follow his order, smiling a pleasured smile then laying face down with ass presented to him as her legs tremble and her nethers shudder. Syn lifts his wife and lays her back on her daughter. At first Pistol's legs bow from the weight, but the last few months playing with Daddy had certainly made her stronger in many 'important' ways. She held her pregnant mom happily and Peg squeaked,

"Th-This again?? It's been a while, are you sure??"

Pistol tittered,

"Your turn on top, Mommy! ?"

Syn growled hungrily, suddenly pulling out, letting a large drip of hot love run down Pistol's inner thighs! Syn immediately began pushing his shaft against the mature woman's entrance and stretching his wife anew! Peg whined at first, until he thrust,

"B-But it was so messy last t-AAH! ?"

Peg lay her hands at her sides, finding Pistol's arms there not even trying to avoid pressing her face into the bed. Peg meshed her fingers with her daughter's, both for purchase and for intimacy and they gripped her back. She couldn't see it, but Pistol's mouth hung open and tongue lolling out, almost oblivious to anything but the warm slap of her Daddy's legs against hers, and heavy wet slapping of his massive sack teasing and torturing her pussy wonderfully!

Syn, already close, starts to cum, letting the first pump fill his wife, adding to their love and giving it fresh heat! Then he suddenly pulled out, aiming and plunging into his daughter's abused tailhole! The thrust getting a gasp and a whine from Pistol as she felt a climax start to crest, fresh heat painting her inside and pushing her back up the climb up the path to another climax! Suddenly pulling free the next gush of seed went to Peg again! Back and forth he went making both women moan and press into his motions as Pistol shuddered through a hard won release and Peg relished the sudden intimate and pleasurable attention! Each pull creating a thread of cum that trailed with his tip, glistening with warmth and primal essence as each rope was flung free from each rump which splattered and coated Pistol and Syn's thighs, but especially the 'little' girl's rump! After several thrusts of pumping thin remainders of his seed, he finally felt a moment of peace, panting and recounting the day to himself. Where did he get all this sexual stamina And appetite? Had he EVER been this voracious before?

A sense of dread filled him, albeit distant and vague. This wasn't nearly his norm and the thought that it might be his dire wolf nature clawed at him. Brief visions of terrors past bringing his gaze to tharn, momentarily staring forever to the distance as he panted and drew little comfort from his current afterglow. .

His senses return to him as notices Peg's struggle to right herself. Once helped to her feet, Peg pressed her legs together in a rehearsed effort to contain the mess, although Syn watched cum dribble down her inner thighs anew and she quivered slightly at the sensation. It'd been a while since she'd felt to such a degree. Perhaps even remembering their time at the mall.

She briefly eyed the desk before inwardly deciding,

'I'm sure it's fine. He's a stud on a mare ranch, but he treats the girls right... he hasn't let her miss a day of school. I'm sure it's fine. He'd tell me if there was a problem.'

She offered in a composed and mature tone,

"Alright, clearly you two are studying REAL hard so I'm going to take a shower. Make sure you clean her up before bed, mister."

Syn huffed while smiling warmly,

"Of course, dear. We've learned that lesson. Haven't we, my cock warmer..."

Pistol giggles, audibly exhausted,

"Y-yes M-master.?"

Syn held his hard shaft against Pistol's rump, continuing to thrust, hot-dogging her plump buns through his diminishing afterglow. Peg clutched the fur of his chest, tugging him down for a kiss. Syn complied, but offered -far- more tongue than a casual goodbye kiss. When the kiss ends, Peg departs, moaning happily and softly behind closed smiling lips as she took her leave.

Syn inwardly sighed, coming to the conclusion on his daughter's schooling he'd been working toward all night,

'We need help.'

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The next day

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Today was among the most tame in weeks. Only brief affectionate groping with hungry stares and teasing prods being the most raunchy it got at home.

Everyone reached everything they'd intended to... dressed, clean, AND on time??

What madness?!?

Syn huffed slightly, doing his best not to draw any attention to himself. Even with his willpower attempting to keep his erection down, Pistol kept shoving his hand into the crack of her bust, letting him grope her chest every moment no one was looking. He finally pulled it out without her prompting as they walked up to the library. The wayward glance he gave must have tipped off Pistol because she pat his butt teasingly before holding his hand reassuringly,

"Daddy, it's fine. People bring their folks in here all the time. Just tell them what you want, and they'll set us up."

Syn inwardly groaned, remembering every time he knocked over bookshelves in seemingly every bookstore he'd come across. Libraries were no exception. Like some sort of bull-in-a-china-shop style curse, he'd become accustomed to simply avoiding books. His stature may have afforded him advantages in many situations... but this was NOT one of them.

"And -I- have to sign off on it because of the report card status?"

Pistol smiled, nodding,

"Yep. C'mon it'll be fine." she attempted to walk forward but Syn held fast. She gripped his hand with both of hers and heaved into a tug,

"C'mon, you big puppy."

---

Thankfully Syn had little issue navigating the path to the librarian's desk. However a pensive yet familiar poodle boy, fumbling behind the desk was filling in while the librarian was on vacation. Supposedly she'd be back tomorrow to handle any administrative requests. So...

"No tutor scheduling..." Syn sighed,

the poodle offering apologetically,

"I'm afraid not. But feel free to check out some books on relevant subjects. Might help set the stage for when Miss Marpole gets back?"

"Hmm."

Syn's presence is clearly intimidating and the poodle shrinks in his seat.

He turns to Pistol who's a few feet away and in the midst of having idle talk with a classmate, a boy. Syn could tell already it was going to be a confession of love, and he suspected Pistol already knew, given her closed stance and occasionally awkward smile, she was doing her best not to give him the wrong idea... oh well...

As 'Heartbreaker' started playing idly in the back of his mind, Syn set out to pull literature on mathematics. He didn't know what he was looking for, not even remotely, but he imagined there would be something akin to a 'mathematics for dummies' book somewhere along the shelves...

the towering...

unsteady...

packed full...

looming domino trail stacked... shelves.

However another voice caught him by surprise as he reached the appropriate section,

"Are you... Syn? Pistol's father?"

He felt his heart skip a beat, he'd been so focused on not disrupting the shelves he'd completely missed the scent now plain as day for him. A warm vanilla, masked with aged silks, her suit most likely, and a smell he hadn't expected, feminine maturity. A strange vision of elegance... was how he best described it to himself. A woman from an era past, with poise and perceptive of his genuine surprise, she offered a gentle hand in greeting without fear,

"I believe I've seen you come visit Pistol once during lunch hour. Bringing her food I believe?"

Syn found himself searching his recent memories, guessing it must have been fast food he'd brought for himself, since all Pistol ever ate was - UNIMPORTANT for this conversation! He nodded with a genuine smile,

"Oh, yeah. That's me."

He took her hand as gently as he could muster, thankful he'd bothered to cram himself into a casual looking XXXL polo and a pair of jeans without holes. Gaining some bearing he straightened up, rather liking not having someone new recoiling from his massive... presence. It didn't help that'd he'd been restraining himself all morning, but the professional wear simply accented her form exquisitely and he briefly took her in. Had Peg and Pistol not specifically said he could look for others, at least that seemed like a good fit for their family, he wouldn't consider pushing for this catch. Having freedom to explore meant he could try to include others in their little love triangle but perhaps now wasn't the time. His jeans creaked slightly as he tightened his lower half in an effort to control his growing arousal and kept his tone even,

"I'm here to help my Daughter find resources for schoolwork. Are you one of the teachers?"

Syn felt a slight pit in his stomach from the wry smirk that emerged on the woman's face,

"The principal, actually, I'm miss PennyPacker. I do hope your daughter mentioned our meeting."

"Oh! Yes, she~ oh... You're... oh..." Syn opened his mouth unsure whether to apologize, ask to start over, or start asking her out, thankfully she took point,

"Yes. I was going to contact you later today actually about helping Pistol keep up in school. It's why I'm here as well. Though I suppose I started looking for personal reasons, since my intended quarry is checked out. I'd be more concerned if I hadn't run into you here, but it appears you're already aware of the circumstances then?"

"the... uh..."

The show of walking closer to him seemed to drive along the line of intimidation and sensuality, and he struggled with either reality as she gently tugged on his collar. He leaned over, letting her whisper in his ear,

"That your daughter is... running out of time and must push to graduate so she can take care of herself in a world that... might not respect her? I take the futures of my students -quite- seriously, you understand."

Syn swallowed instinctively, wondering how different his life might have been if THIS woman had been his mother... she continued keeping her tone soft but surprisingly threatening so no passerby might hear and look their way,

"To be clear, I know you pushed out a deadbeat but I won't have you stifling a beautiful young mind like hers... do you understand?"

Syn felt his primal urge to fight rise, but maintained calm assurance and confidence despite it. Did she know Pistol was pregnant? He tried not to offer anything damning and simply stated,

"I do... but to be clear... I love Pistol like my own daughter. As for my wife, I only take credit for opening her eyes. Any pushing was done by her. I just did my best to help with her decisions, whatever they may be...she was worried about hurting her family, and I respected that. She let me in. I'm not here just for myself... hardly."

This gets a quizzical raise of an eyebrow from the principal, her tone probing, even as she loosened her grip on his polo,

"Calling yourself a saint?"

He rest a hand gently on her hip, the size of his paw inevitably letting his digits curl around most of one cheek under the business skirt. It had been to give a duality to her posture and show his own firm but calm presence in the conversation, but seemed to have landed more intimately than intended.

"I'm calling myself honest."

He felt his stomach turn as the memory of lying to Peg about the report card briefly pinches at him,

"And I like to share... and grow, and I personally love others who like to share and grow too, like my family."

The pause in this moment goes a second too long, Syn taking a breath to speak again as her motion separates them. Miss Pennypacker speaks first, her tone is terse, if not a touch flustered,

"You'll forgive me but I've heard this talk before. And with all due respect I'm not sure growing is something you need to be doing as m-."

Syn interrupted, finishing her sentence,

"-as much as Pistol."

this gets a sideways glance from the principal, and she eyes him up and down as if looking for a tell that he was putting on a show, the wolf nodding politely,

"I know I don't look like a family man, but I assure you-"

It was her turn to interrupt, raising an open palm and shaking her head with her eyes closed for a moment,

"That's enough, mister Syn. You're not on trial. We're simply discussing your daughter's grades. I may look like judge/jury/and executioner... and to be fair I may have made some assumptions about you. However, I am interested to see this nurturing tone from both parents and to see it put into practice, but from where I stand Pistol is fortunate to have such a caring parent. If what you say is true, you have little to worry about."

Syn felt a wave of relief, sighing,

"I see."

She nodded,

"And I'll be honest, I know that woman would have fought you tooth and nail if you threatened her family but... I often found Miss Pete seeming distraught about matters regarding her husband when on the grounds. Lately she's the happiest I've seen her and... I'm glad for that. It was no small feat..."

Syn welled up with a moment of pride, briefly overcome with emotion,

"Thank you, that means a lot."

getting some bearings and confidence he stepped forward and kneeled, arms wide. Pennypacker flinched, but could only squeak out,

"I-I don't typicallyyee-eE!"

Syn only held her for a moment, but it was nice, for both of them. Syn released her from the surprise hug and Pennypacker gently placed a hand on his raised thigh and chest, having been unable to hug him in kind. She offered politely, even if her face was a bit dour as she took a step back,

"I was saying I'm not... typically a hugger... but what's done is done. And I appreciate the sentiment."

She paused, looking down at his thigh where her hand rested. Syn felt a shred of panic well up in him, as he felt a gentle squeeze on his member. She'd placed her palm squarely on his crammed shaft and she must have felt the heat and throbbing through the fabric. It visibly perplexed her for several moments until she squeezed and his nerves made him flex the shaft instinctively against the discomfort! Her eyes widened with realization and glanced down to his knee, possibly tracing the bulge that might have gone unnoticed had she not gotten so close to it.

She never looked up at him after that or visibly approached her realization. Instead she offered,

"You consider you and your family... open minded?"

Syn unsure whether there might be a wrong answer, said calmly,

"Y-yes... quite."

She nodded, still not looking up, still not removing her hand, before her gaze falls on the shelf behind him. The kind tone became almost pleading,

"I see... then if you'll... excuse me-"

Syn expected her to leave, but instead she learned into him, chest pressed against his and her hand pressing and gripping the bulge of his shaft for purchase as she reached around him, plucking a large specimen off the shelf,

"I do so love a book with... volume."

She took the book with both hands, still avoiding eye contact, turning and clutching it tightly to her chest. Syn opened his mouth, unsure whether to comment or not, but she suddenly shot over her shoulder,

"Perhaps we can discuss all this more when I come by this Friday... After school?"

The wolf nodded, his body rejecting the notion she was leaving, as his frothing libido protested. His chest pounded and the pain of his aching ribs lessened as a tinge of adrenaline blurred his mind's focus but somehow he managed to maintain enough sanity to speak evenly,

"Certainly."

With that, she walked toward the atrium, seeming like she might be swaying her hips a touch more, perhaps even for his benefit... once out of sight, and clearly out of earshot, he muttered in a slightly distressed tone, mostly to himself,

"Whadafawkjushappund??"

---

Pistol continued her pained smile, waving politely as the boy hung his head, letter in hand as she huffed and offered one last thought with an apologetic smile,

"You've put a lot of thought into how you feel, but don't be afraid of it. You've got to be comfortable with yourself, otherwise why should anyone else be? Be you and own it... you'll find love easier if you're not still busy looking for yourself... kay?"

This seems to lift his spirits a bit and nods, turning to leave. Pistol continues waving in case he turns around, but thankfully he doesn't. She hugs her chest, looking down and muttering,

"Girls, one of these days you're gonna get me into trouble."

A loud thump of a footfall beside her was all the warning she got before she was suddenly plucked off the floor! Laying over her Father's shoulder, Pistol muted her tone to avoid detection as a glance around showed, shockingly, no one looking yet,

"D-DADDY! W-what are you DOING??"

"You... me... janitor's closet... now."

---

Pistol took desperate gasps of air, doing barefoot vertical splits with her toes of one foot barely touching the floor, while her Daddy held her pigtail in one hand and her other leg in his other hand, leaving her arms to struggle to support her against the opposite wall! Pistol's shirt had been tugged up over her chest, bra coming along, leaving her practically bare voluptuous tits bouncing freely! Her nipple milk pasties letting small trickles run down the underside of her massive mammaries before being flung achew into the darkness! But the most memorable feeling was the helplessness as he held her aloft and pressed thrust after ruthless thrust into her ass! She writhed and stifled squeals of ecstasy and she moaned out,

"I'm so sorry, Master!? I won't talk to other boys again!"

A knotted thrust pops the ring around the more sensitive bulb before pulling free, Syn growled,

"And?"

He pumped several thrusts so that she deliberately swayed away and slapped back against him!

"A-and I'll buh-ee a beh-eh-ter stoo-dent!!?"

"AND??"

Syn's thrusts suddenly start wildly pounding her over and over, but not giving gravity a chance to swing her back! Syn's body whines in protest, fractured bones aching under strain, but once his adrenaline struck it all took a backseat to doing what he'd set out to do, pump his daughter full of his pent up load! She reached down, feeling his shaft gently bump her hand below her ribcage! Normally this was where she'd be struggling to keep up! But today it simply felt right! Was she slowly becoming more and more able to serve him with each session?? The thought alone brought her to release as she whined through orgasmic convulsions,

"A-and I'll always love you, *Muh!* Mastuh! A-AlwayEEES!!?"

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The next day

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It had been an exhausting week for Syn... what with work refusing to let him return until he visited a doctor, but also still giving him compensation (albeit slowly dwindling) until he returned. Trying to help Pistol while also hiding her grade status... it was so taxing that he began to forgive those in his past that he used to chastise for not coming forward in similar regards. He walked the halls of his home, early morning, the sun having not even risen yet. But even under a new moon of darkness, the inside of the house held a stronger fear for the dire wolf. He roamed naked, the cool of night soothing against his heated temper. His fur bristled with the uncertainty and he fought the urge to shout with the frustration, his growl would have to suffice,

"Why must we make things so complicated??"

...

The silence of the house offered no reply, and he clenched his fists. His anger was always a mixed feeling in his body. As if to try and stem any continuous strain of wrath, his erection grew and began leading his steps. The red rod bouncing and pointing out into the cold air, Syn gave it no mind as he pondered moments of his past. Images of his father and another's jaws about his neck and scruff made him tense. His mother's memory offered no comfort either, and he huffed angrily, starting to pace in shorter circles,

"Why do people bother with the past? It is unchanging. Learn and live... better to keep your eyes forward..."

His own thoughts provide a temporary peace, leaving only the glaring frustration that bobbed and throbbed in time with his heartbeat. Now calmer, he began to smile wistfully, talking to himself,

"Sure is a shame I don't have a gorgeous daughter to tend to my every carnal whim..."

---

Standing in the hall, Syn paused to note the slight sounds he heard inside her room. Was she already awake? Syn opened the door to Pistol's bedroom carefully, not wanting to wake her yet if she wasn't already. His fatherly side had gotten through to the horndog long enough for him to reconsider ravaging his little girl so she could get a full night's sleep before her last day of class for the holiday week... at least until the sight before him suggested he do otherwise.

Pistol snored cutely and quietly, explaining the subtle sound he could hear on the opposite side of the door. But the other sound he'd heard was something he hadn't caught... buzzing. Syn took a moment to find the source, and in the process began to realize exactly what he was looking at.

"Good morning, Daddy! ?"

Said a hand written sign that was glued to a pair of painties she'd clearly modified for his benefit. While the girl slept face down, her rump was thrust into the air as she rest her hips on a block of some sort, covered by blankets, to ensure her ass was presented to him when he entered the room. With a heart shaped hole cut into the bottom, they left nothing to the imagination as it had clearly been cut to allow Syn to walk up to the foot of the bed and press his cock into her tailstar right that moment if he so chose, but he maintained his curiosity. The source of the buzzing was a rather distinctive vibrating bead that was clearly embedded in Pistol's pussy, a wire trailing down and disappearing under a blanket on the bed. He smirked, knowing that that buzzer was much more for his benefit than hers based on what she'd told him about vibrators. He wondered how many batteries she'd been through and decided it must have been rechargeable. Perhaps it was even soothing for her, something familiar to help her sleep. He instinctively stroked himself, walking toward her. He noticed that her top was a leopard spotted overshirt of his, perhaps something she wore to bed because of it having some of his scent on it. Bending over to investigate gets a slew of painful pricks in his chest, the ribs still whining about practically anything he was doing. Still he thought he saw nudity and his inner horndog refused to leave before knowing for sure. He lifted the edge of the shirt quizzically, and sure enough, she wore nothing underneath. He moved her arms so that they rested on her back, giving him access to her chest and with how plush her bed and breasts were, she didn't even stir from the adjustments. With her bust practically spilling out over the edge of the bed it didn't take much to pop a single breast over the threshold as he lay beside the bed and let the nipple play about his lips and his tongue idly toying with the plump tit. He peeled back the nipple patsy and began to drink with soft tugs, the softly snoring Pistol still sound asleep, but her breathing shifted slightly, suggesting her perception of the suckling,

'Has she been sleeping like this every night?'

He pondered,

'Was she waiting for me to come by in the night since I ambushed her in bed over 5 weeks ago? Wonder why she didn't say anything...'

A smile began to creep onto his face,

'Then again... I suppose she wouldn't have gotten hardly any sleep for those weeks if I'd known she was doing this for my benefit either. But in my time of need, she knew I'd come here... And cum here I shall.'

Standing up he stroked his now raging erection. Something about his daughter's milk had lit a fire in him and within minutes he'd worked himself up to a frenzy. Massive strokes along his length, slickening his shaft with his drooling pre, the heat of his pulse and the slick shaft actually causing a bit of an aura... a mist in the cool night air. With such a plump rump presented to him, he happily leaned forward (momentarily) to lay a teasing lick from stem to stern, slickening her entrance in preparation for his worked up shaft! Lining it up, and placing both hands on her hips, he looks down, finding Pistol's arms right where he left them, on her back. Instead of taking her hips for purchase he clutches her wrists and smirks, knowing exactly what he was going to say, even as the cusp of his release was at hand. In the same motion he pulls her up, making her perpendicular with his shaft, and thrusting into her to the hilt, leaving only his knot to struggle against her entrance! He thrust wildly and with reckless abandon! Pistol definitely waking up and gasping in the shock of each thrust before primal sounds of pleasure squeaked out of her, and the moment Syn heard them, he practically shouted,

"Rise and shine, Pack Princess, you've got a full day ahead of you!"

He thrust himself to the hilt, pulling on Pistol's arms and suddenly painting her insides with what had become a daily filling of hot spunk! Pistol whined slightly and nodded, clearly having gotten quite into it, but hadn't quite cum from the short attack,

"Y-Yes, master! Th-thank you, master."

Syn pressed a little harder until his knot popped inside now, another hot gush punctuating it and Pistol writhed, clearly on the edge of release. Syn clucked teasingly,

"What's the matter? I thought you promised to cum every time I do..."

Before Pistol can reply, he reached over to the now visible remote with a wire to the vibrating bead,

"...Well we can't have you lying about anything else, I won't allow it."

He turned up the bead step by step, Pistol's moans and cries of pleasure growing...

---

The day passed surprisingly quickly after that. The morning routine had been simple. Peg having vastly improved since Syn had started making love to her again. Pistol spending a few minutes on her master's lap, kissing him deeply and stroking his chest affectionately. Peg discussing the plans for the day as she played with Pistol's chest idly. Pistol massaging her mother's rump affectionately as Peg cooked breakfast. All in all, a smooth morning.

He watched the T.V. half-heartedly idly rolling his balls in one hand, and adjusted how he sat as he looked down at his wife during a commercial,

"Why did you want me to 'just cum' again?"

Peg, deep throating half the massive shaft, pops her lips off the tip, briefly marveling at her own lipstick mark reaching a little over half his length before looking up at him,

"I've got a theory about something, but I need your seed, Love." She half smiles,

"And I don't want you to 'just cum', I want it in this test tube."

She brandishes it for him, and Syn snerks fighting the urge to laugh as he says,

"You know it won't all fit in there, right?"

She smacked her lips together, a smile no longer hiding in her words and playing coyly over her features,

"I'm counting on it. ?"

Syn realized she was serious and grew a little somber, letting his wife return to milking him as his eyes stared past the television.

---

Pistol felt strangely calm today... like the world wasn't a whirlwind of a mess and her place in it was certain. Sure she needed to fix her grades but she had that planned out. She placed her hands on her baby bump, pondering names all over again for the daughter she was making...

Some of the top "contenders" resurfaced, even if she was driving to find new ones, some of them were already a hard "no" but they continued to crop up,

Suzi (because they'd never let her name her Uzi)

Pistol (mark II)

Bunny (which doesn't work without context and just makes mommy look stupid even if it'd be perfect if she became another 'Cunny-Bunny' love bucket for her Daddy.)

Anna (ah-nah, so Master has his own "Anna-hole" eh? Eh? EHH?? okay stop)

Rifle... because more guns?

Ugh this was going to be harder than she thought. A good name can really set the tone for the rest of the story...

Surely she'd give her what she could, let her decide how to live her life, like her mother had, but she hoped she would become another part of the family. Another member to share in the wealth of love and support that was now her family...

And teach her ways of love and attention that she'd think were as normal as breathing.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the bell, and as her last class filed out she sighed knowingly.

Principal Pennypacker would be arriving to their house shortly and she needed to avoid going home until they were done.

Walking to the library, Pistol saw Roxanne light up with recognition...

"Hey Posie. Figured I might run into you here if you were trying to fix your grades..."

Pistol flushed with a bit of embarrassment, trying not to shy away from her friend even as the hug felt like an obligatory gesture even while being called out on her currently gratuitous failure.

"Y- yeah. It's a... problem."

" I know your dad's a total moron and would sooner complain about your brother not acing auto shop. But how did your mom take it?

Pistol knew that Roxanne was not made aware of the divorce, or the Whirlwind that had become her life with daily wild sex and debauchery. She decides to break it to her little by little and pretends to nod in agreement.

"... about how you'd expect."

Roxanne gapes,

"You haven't told her, have you...?"

"I was gunna-!"

"You can't wait on this Posie, she will rain Hellfire down on you!"

"I-I know! I just haven't really had a good time to tell her yet..."

Roxanne puts a hand on her own hip with a raised eyebrow,

"... that's hardly stopped you before."

Pistol groaned at that,

"You're never going to let me live down 7-Eleven are you??"

Roxanne Smiles, clearly enjoying lording this piece of History over her,

"You were the tattletale, it's only fair. But I've never known you to turn anything in late. Let alone get anything back with less than a B. What's got you so~

...

Wait a second..."

Roxanne blinked as if she was suddenly seeing her friend up close for the first time and gave her a full up and down appraisal. A steady realization crossed her features as her jaw started to droop, her voice dropped to a whisper, gesturing with her hands with each word she spoke with utter disbelief,

"Are... you... pregnant??"

Pistol's expression change to that of shock and momentary terror, she tries to play it off, barely able to maintain her composure, trying to match her friend's whisper,

"W-what?! No! I've been stress eating since this report card thing."

At first Roxanne doesn't seem convinced, but Pistol follows up with,

"Besides, who the hell would I DATE in this weed whacking, booze tackling back water corner of the world. Let alone, Bang!"

Roxanne Ponders for a moment,

"You like Benji..."

Pistol's expression Falls into disappointment as she raises an eyebrow at her friend,

"We've talked about this. Poodles are fluffy. I like him because he's cute to look at. But I'd rather have him as a pet than as a boyfriend."

Roxanne smirks, her tone returning to a more normal speaking volume, though still trying to be respectful at the library,

"Oh he'd be your 'pet' alright."

Pistol, seeing she has successfully derailed her friend from the notion she was pregnant, smiles at that,

"Shuddup you! Calling me fat while the hot fairies came and had an orgy all over you!"

"Ugh! It's not all it's cracked up to be. I don't know how you can stand it."

" What do you mean?"

"You know how Max used to look at me with that wanting stare?"

"Oh yeah! The "horny puppy look." I thought you loved that though? Made you feel wanted."

Roxanne Huffs and turns her head away from her friend as she rolls her eyes,

"Yeah but now I'm getting it from EVERY guy. It doesn't seem cute anymore as much as... desperate. And do you know what the worst part is?!"

"Finding a decent bra?"

Roxanne turns on her friend, her eyes completely wide and her tone energetic as she smiles wildly,

"Oh my fuck!! Yes!! I just realized you would know better than practically anyone! How do you do it?? Where do you shop?!"

Pistol can't hold back a small laugh as she hugs her friend who is now bouncing giddily in place,

"Don't worry girlfriend I'll hook you up."

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Syn ruffled a towel on his head, walking out of the bathroom to find a peg standing there looking rather put out with both hands on her hips and an eyebrow raised.

" You did that on purpose."

He knew immediately what she was talking about, she was slathered with ropes of cum from when he painted her upper body with a rather copious load. She'd only gone to tidy and switch a load of laundry to the dryer, but he'd taken the shower from her, forcing her to wait while coated in his seed.

Syn smirks,

"Whatever do you mean?"

She hurumphs and pushes past him only to discover the tub drawn, candles lit, and headphones resting beside. Peg smiled,

"You DID do that on purpose. You sweetheart, even got more of my favorite bath salts. I'll shower and hop in right away."

"How about an alley encore instead?"

"Hmm? What's an alleeeEEEEE!?!"

And Syn proceeded to give the pregnant Peg a shameless tongue bath as he stripped her naked.

---

Syn rested on the couch, a towel around his neck and one wrapped around his waist. Peg was happily soaking in the tub with her favorite tunes, Pistol should be home any minute, it felt like a nice end to a pleasant day.

The door knocked, slightly startling the large wolf and he pondered aloud to himself,

"Another package?"

The wolf opened the door to find a surprising sight! Principal Pennypacker stood on their porch, blinking in surprise to find Syn in nothing but a towel. She offered politely,

"Is this a... bad time?"

Syn, cursing himself being too lazy to bend over to look out the peephole stammered momentarily,

"Uh nuh... N-not at all. I didn't uh, realize the time."

It's clear from the eyebrow she raises that she suspects (correctly) that he'd simply forgotten their meeting today. Syn gestures casually to the living room from the doorway,

"Please, come in."

Once she was inside he intended to rush upstairs for clothes, but the state of the living room was hardly appropriate for a rather serious "parent- principal" meeting. A loose pregnancy bra, a milk soaked nipple pasty, and several articles of loose clothing. He grumbled in frustration with himself,

"I apologize, let me tidy up in here. And then I'll be back."

In the commotion the towel around his waist is held fast, but Pennypacker accidentally spies the bottom of his swinging sac and she immediately attempts to shift her gaze and focus. Thankfully his back becomes visible as the towel slung over his shoulder falls away. She gasps softly,

"M-mister Syn! Were you in a fight??"

He straightens up, turning around toward her,

"What?"

She gently presses on his arm to turn back around,

"My gosh, what are all these?? Some are recent."

Syn sighs as he's made a museum piece in her inquisitive paws. His tone serious,

"I work in a metal shop. A rack failed and dropped several tons of metal rods. Lucky me and the guy under me didn't get skewered."

Pennypacker nods softly, now enthralled, runs a finger gently through one of the deeper scars,

"And, these older, deeper ones? From military service? A wild animal?"

His jaw tightens, but manages to keep his tone even,

"Little of both. My parents."

He huffs, turning around,

"Listen, I'd rather we talk about Pistol now."

She ponders aloud,

"But your story is just as important. Your trials worth knowing. There is wisdom in the past."

Pennypacker has a hand over her mouth, and tears starting to fall down her face. She can barely speak, pain clawing at her voice making it waver,

"You are so big and strong... I hadn't even considered anything to have ever properly threatened you... and yet..."

She turned around, unbuttoning her blouse and letting it fall over one shoulder, her hand pulls aside her hair, revealing a very clear bald spot and jagged scar that trailed from the base of her head down to roughly her 4th rib beside her spine. She can hear his footsteps and holds perfectly still as he looks it over, his own finger tracing her scar in kind now as she spoke,

"One night, in a drunken stupor, my mother decided all hope was lost. Murdered my father, tried to kill me in my sleep. I liked to think his blood was what made her slip and not immediately kill me. She fell down, stumbling back to her room and then killed herself. I lost so much blood. I thought I would die."

She starts to shudder, her composed tone starting to fall apart as she clearly is reliving the moment properly decades later,

"And I was so cold... I hated it... so cold-"

She starts to have short hushed sobs as her body practically convulses with the memory, her head hanging down. Syn kneeled and wrapped his arms around her in what he hoped was a comforting gesture even as his eyes grew misty with the notion she was someone who might understand his burden. He muttered softly in her ear, finishing her story,

"So you became strong... out of necessity... and learned to fight in the best ways you could think of. And this brought you forward, sometimes unintentionally, further into life and hardship. But the trials ahead paled to what came before, and others saw you as strong... even if, in your own eyes, it was a gift you'd happily return to erase that evil. But not if it meant losing-"

"- losing the good this strength brings."

She finishes his sentence in a whisper, nodding and turning in his hug to wrap her arms around his chest. Syn gets some pain from this but endures it. She sighs happily, resting her head in his neck, rather soothed by the pulse she could feel against her cheek,

"I think I was mistaken..."

"Hmm?"

"I do like hugs after all. This one most."

Syn smiles with genuine warmth,

"It's nice when you can bring yourself to trust again... Plenty more hugs here... if you wish."

She nodded, closing her eyes,

"I do..."

The big hug continues for nearly 3 minutes, but she breaks the silence first,

"I've never told anyone what happened that night. Not even my foster parents, though I suspect they knew."

She leans away but doesn't break the hug,

" I'd always been afraid to share, like it made me different."

Syn nodded in understanding,

"Vulnerable."

"Exactly... You're the first man to successfully reach me. I never thought I'd let anyone into my heart again."

Syn instinctively leaned down as if offering a kiss, but she shyly hesitates,

"A-and what would miss Peg th-think of our little... moment we're having?"

The wolf smiled genuinely and leaned away as he gave her a little space, even as his hands idly caressed her,

"She trusts that I'm devoted and encouraged me to seek those who are worth inviting into our family. Those who will respect and protect us. Contribute, foster growth, bear with the children, and be mature in spite of hardship."

"Is that so?"

She looks down,

"And which would I fall under?"

Syn rumbled with affection,

"All of the above... it's why I fell for you shortly after we met. You're a shoo-in."

She chuckles nervously,

" Well, I wouldn't include me just yet, we don't know nearly enough about each other... Or how your daughter might feel."

Syn sighed knowingly with a nod of agreement, gesturing that they sit on the couch.

"Well, she's aware it's an open relationship, but we could certainly stand to get to know each other better. You said you've not done this before, huh? Would you count this as your first real date?"

She sits first before the wolf, being bounced by Syn sitting down, and blushed as she brought her unbuttoned blouse back up to hide her frilly pink bra. Syn shares a brief apologetic look, and Pennypacker smiles,

"I don't remember ever getting involved in anything past small talk usually, so I suppose so. I was often quite guarded and unwilling to share with someone I was unsure of. My... expectations may have been unreasonable. Always praying for some perfect specimen."

"Nobody's perfect."

She looked him up and down, leaning into him and resting her hand on his chest, letting his arm rest around her casually as she spoke,

"No, but you're one helluva specimen. One who could understand my struggle. A rare breed."

She ponders briefly,

"Are you going to... change?"

Syn gives that question some thought,

"I suppose it's foolish to think that you'll be the same person your entire life. But I like to think I've got most of my growing behind me now. Anything from here is just to help what's already here, you know?"

"I meant... into some clothes."

Syn blinked,

"Oh. I was originally... but I'm pretty comfortable around you now. I guess I didn't see the need. That okay?"

She nodded silently, the next few minutes passing in awkward silence as she's clearly gearing up to ask something. Syn is partially surprised at her voice when she comes out with a fairly confident tone,

"You know... actually... I hope I'm not being too forward but... I've never..."

The words catch in her throat, Syn sits up slightly to look down at her, she continued to struggle,

"... could I?"

She gestures politely, patting the towel around his waist. Syn half smirks,

"Oh?"

"I-it's purely curiosity you understand. It seemed the most logical time to-"

Syn gently put a finger to her mouth, interrupting her and nodding,

"Sure. Just be gentle, I bite."

She laughs nervously, taking a bracing breath and swallowing nervously before peeling back the towel and looking at his nethers directly. She is briefly fixated and doesn't move. Syn encouraged her,

"Go on now, you can touch if you like. You can relax, I was only joking about biting."

He snarled playfully,

"Unless you ask for it."

She stammers and nods,

"R-right."

Clearly trying to overcome her own nerves, she shifts in place. Without a proper view she concedes and moves to kneel on the floor. Syn instinctively parted his legs, his feet gently creeping up her thighs to snuggle against her rump, still covered by her business skirt. Leaving her heels behind, her hands gingerly reached down to cup his sack between his spreading thighs. Syn could tell she felt self-conscious from being watched so he leaned his head back and closed his eyes, letting her explore. Fingertips tracing the curve of his sheath and gently tugging at it before setting her sights on his balls. She marveled at the size of the orbs filling her palms completely, giving them gentle squeezes and relishing the plump warmth and soft clean fur.

"M-my gosh."

It gave Syn a meaningful roil of love to hear this mature woman unveil herself as a virgin, and immediately find such child-like wonder in his nethers. To think she'd never once properly known a partner's touch. The build of passion. The throes of release. He wanted to show them all to her... but she was adorable in her slow methodical prodding, handling, and absorbing of every facet of his sheath and balls.

It was no use, his shaft began to rise out and she gasped anew, watching as wonder turned to shock as it simply kept growing. Her heart raced at the sight before her and she swallowed nervously. Syn briefly looked down then gently pat her shoulder reassuringly before leaning his head back again,

"You should know, I've been fighting that erection since you got here."

She blushed, although difficult for Syn to see from his angle, she reached out, grasping the middle of the shaft and squeezing it tightly. Syn grunted slightly,

"Little tight there..."

As if realizing what she was doing, she sat back up and held both hands close to her chest,

"S-sorry! I... Didn't realize how nervous I was."

Syn chuckles warmly, drawing her forward into a half hug, his shaft gently poking her stomach,

"No harm done... how about we continue this another time? A lot of big emotions came out, you're exploring new territory, so lets agree to do this again soon..."

Without hesitation, she looked up at him,

"Y-yes! Please. Um... T-Tomorrow? Perhaps?"

"Tomorrow is fine."

"I think I'd much prefer my own home this time, perhaps it would help my nerves. If you wouldn't mind, could you meet me after school hours?"

"Certainly."

She gets up to leave, gingerly leaving the towel back over his erection, pitching a tent. She puts her heels back on and uses her height to lean toward him,

"Let's not catch cold."

She lay a soft and playful peck on his cheek affectionately before quickly stealing herself and striding out the door.

"I'll see you then. Goodbye."

"G'bye."

The door closed softly and Syn sighed with a hint of disappointment. His erection bounced angrily under the rough towel, starting to wet at the tip with pre.

That night, Peg ended up needing another shower after she was ambushed just outside the bathroom.?