The Ball Game
Notes: Here I am again. This was one of the three stories that I busted my ass to finish. One-show Elliot is (c)Loveshine and Scaf(c)me, naturally. Keep in mind that Elliot isn't really related to Scaf, hence the "Semi-Incest" tag. However, Elliot -is- under age. You can hate me after you're done pawing off. Enjoy.
The The Ball Game
It was mid-afternoon, and where was Scaffard to be found? In his study, with a book in his paw, of course; "Exotic Male Finesse." A sexual book on 'how to please your woman', no doubt. But it was more of cheap entertainment for Scaf. Being the sex fiend he was, he couldn't help but laugh at the garbage that made its way into books.
"Heh...child's play." he smirked, wetting his fingertip and flipping the page. Paw reset itself to nudge his reading glasses further up on his snout. Ah...life was good in the Crimsonflame manor. There was...a slight... disturbance then. It happened in the way of a nicely bosomed red haired vixen, slapping the book out of Scaf's paws and in their place setting her wide hips.
"Hi theeere," Rose cooed, peeking out from behind her curtain of wavy hair, sliding her arms around his neck. "My love," she added. Her big blue eyes blinked slowly, and then she giggled. Oh boy, she was really laying it on thick today. She must want something. Otherwise Scaf would already be pantsless.
At first, Scaf felt sorry for the poor book...abandoned...useless. A child's book in sex, maybe, but it didn't need to be slapped. But...all that changed when he felt his paws being filled past their gripping limit of big fine humanoid tush.
"Mmm! My sweet little buttercup..." he snatched a short little innocent kiss from her and squeezed her hips, "What can I do for such a goddess of my life today?
Rose pulled him down more towards her height, licking across his lips, bitty girly giggles escaping from time to time.
"I have.. an itsy bitsy... teeny weeny.. little favour to ask.." she murred, her voice higher pitched than usual, making her sound silky sweet. Another of Rose's indicators. Whatever this task was she wanted was most likely unpleasant. Like the time she made him tally the clutches of eggs that their breeding dragons laid.
Scaf sensed such danger. But sometimes, he was just putty in her hands. His tongue lashed out to lick her saliva off of his lips. "Mmm...that teensy, eh? What is it this time, cutie-pie?" he paused, "And...is there a reward this time?" he smirked, sliding even a little lower for her comfort.
"Of course, my love." she murred, her sweet breath smelling of strawberries as she wiggled about in his hands. "Isn't there always?" of course...sometimes...Rose's idea of a reward and his were not always the same. So she giggled and licked at him again, batting her big eyes. "And they're waiting for you outside now, actually."
Scaf waited and anticipated her licking again, this time he flicked his own tongue out and caught hers briefly in mid-air for a quick lick. "Mm...yes...well...might as well take me to these, whatever they are." he sighed drearily, stretching out his sentence and making it seem like a chore. How he'd hide the boner that just accumulated itself in his pants...he never knew.
Rose slid off his lap, their hips briefly grinding together just before she got up and smoothed out her skirt. With that, she grabbed his collar and stood, dragging him out the door and into the corridor. Standing there was a kid, maybe...fifteen or so in a jersey, big jeans, and a cap. "Scaf, this is Elliot. Elliot, this is Scaf. He's going to hang out with you today, ne!"
Scaf straightened up his collar and adjusted the glasses on his snout. "Hrm..." he scanned the child up and down, "I see...nice to meet you, Elliot." Just after saying this, he shot Rose a death glare that said 'I'm going to HANG OUT with this little runt?!'
Rose stood up straight, smiling brightly, patting his arm right before she handed him a mitt, a ball, and a baseball bat. "I chose to foster Elliot, but so far I can't get to him," Rose said, voice lowered. "Just for an afternoon. And besides, I'd owe you one.."
Scaf rolled his eyes some, "Yeah...you owe me one..." taking the baseball gear he removed his spectacles and placed them in a protective case that he slipped into his cloak pocket near the door as they were making their way outside.
"Hrm...so...I guess you could think of me as a father then, if Rosie is fostering you, eh? You like baseball?"
Elliot gave him a long suffering look with his dark green eyes hidden behind thick specs. "My father used to beat me," he'd said bluntly, continuing on towards the field that Rose must have had custom made not long ago, for it had not been there before. "Rose feels sorry for me, you don't like me. Just like all the other foster homes. So go on and tell her I'm defective too, and I'll be on my way."
Scaf looked at the boy, feeling hurt. "Well...I suppose I wasn't off much better. I was abandoned...by both of my parents as a child. I don't even know who they were. I had to grow up by myself, with no one around. But...you can't let those kinds of things get you down. If...you need a father, I'm here. That's all I'm saying. You don't even have to talk to me...but...we have a whole afternoon to kill...so...might as well have fun, eh?" they reached the field, "alright...where shall we begin?" he barely even knew how to play the strange humanoid sport himself. Silly humans...lucky for Scaf, as soon as they landed on the field, a team of uniformed men came sprinting out. They'd been hired, obviously, to play with them that afternoon. They knew what to do! They ran off, taking their spots, leaving Elliot looked briefly stunned. "I've stayed with some big shots before, but god damn..."
Scaf seemed un-phased, to say the least. Random shit always happened at the manor...it always kept him on his toes. Elliot's reaction only encouraged a laugh. "Haha! Yeah, that sort of thing happens around here quite often...hehe...well...I guess we should make it look like we know what we are doing...eh?" Elliot turned to stare briefly at him, surprised to learn that these things were normal here. But he shook his head and pushed back his cap, a shy smile creeping across his face. "Un! Lets go!" And he turned, high-tailing it to take a saved spot for him.
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*thud* went the baseball equipment as Scaf tiredly dropped the gear against the wall of the shower house. Phew. What a work out! He was drenched in sweat. And it looked like the baseball players had gone off to their own showers, leaving just him and the kid. "Whew...I...I get older all the time. I haven't worked out like that for a long time. Let's grab a shower, shall we?"
But the sounds of music, and then a shower turning on, indicating that the kid was way ahead of him. Dirty sweaty clothes were trailed on the floor, leading to the long tiled open showers, and through the one curtain dividing the room from the showers could be seen a thin and kind of weird silhouette. But, well, it was a lumpy curtain. It could easily just be a distortion of the kid. Scaf observed the silhouette...but disregarded it, far too sweaty and hot at the moment. He felt even worse for the poor kid. He was a humanoid...he could actually sweat. Working his way out of his clothes, he grabbed a towel, slung it over his shoulder, and stepped in past the curtains.
Standing immediately in the first stall was the kid. Or, a kid at least; a slender, pale skinned girl to be exact, just coming into a womanly figure and developed rather early top-wise. Her front was faced out, so Scaf got a good long look at the D breasts and slightly furry V between her long legs. On her hip was a tattoo. It said "Elliot". That was all Scaf needed to see...he froze. Eyes widened to the point of being saucers...he oogled long and hard at the jiggly bouncing breasts, soaked in water. A rumbling came from below...no...not his tummy...lower. If Elliot had looked past Scaf's expression, she probably would have seen his erection rising up out of his sheath. Scaffard was speechless....he did not have words.
There was a moment of silence, in which she didn't notice him. But the matter of soaping came to mind and she opened her eyes to find them, and she too, froze, staring in shock. But it didn't last long. After all, at the orphanage, the quarters were close, and she had seen her fair share of...stuff. "Ungh. If you're gonna take a cold shower, do it over there," she grunted, taking her hands and putting them on her hips. She was...a miniature goddess. No where near the likes of Rosie, but god damn. Then it finally came out... "E...Elliot...you're a GIRL?!" he inched a little bit closer, eyes transfixed on her bust. Even Sunny's were barely C's at that age. He loomed over each and stared at their pert plump qualities. They looked perky enough to stack books on! This wasn't helping his boner either....it grew slowly.
"Uh? Did someone say that I'm not?" she asked, turning briefly and spying a bottle of shampoo on the floor. She bent down then, her heart shaped butt high in the air, the slit just slightly opened. It took everything in Scaf's body and might to stop him from pouncing the little girl...his surrogate daughter...right then and there. Instead, he bit down hard on his paw. "Nngh! Mmm...I ...uh...Rose made it sound like you were a boy." he excused himself, rubbing his poor injured paw as he moved to a perfect vantage point to get a nice look at her ass. Mmm...delicious. "but...that's not what I was thinking about...I was thinking...maybe we could share a shower? Maybe you have some places where you can't reach? I can get 'em..."
"What? .. Oh right," she smiled and tilted her head, standing upright. She had had a problem grabbing that bottle, as it was still on the floor. "First of all...can you get that for me? I can't reach the floor or my legs most of the time with these knockers in the way," she lamented, turning her big green eyes on him. "Please?"
"Em...ahm...mmm...o-of course..." he squatted down in the mist to pick up the bottle...but an 'accidental' knock-over happened to take more time than usually needed...giving him time, instead, to oogle at her tiny little underage twat. "Mm...here we go." he murred softly, giving his best 'handsome thirty-year-old' effect as he stood back up with the bottle and presented it to his stout, well endowed showering partner. Elliot took the bottle, but she was looking away, and down...hopefully he didn't notice, but she was oogling his hard-on intently. "I, uhm," she started, tearing her eyes away just in the time to catch his look. And she melted. With a soft groan, her body fell forward into his and she tipped toed as high as possible, attempting to kiss his maw, winding up smooching his clavicle. Her breasts smooshed and rubbed into his furred chest, causing them to stiffen. Scaf had only caught her head pan upwards, and then the heated results take place. Thank you Rosie! He stooped just low enough to counter-act her failed kiss with one of his own; a sweet, tender, innocent kiss right on her little lips. Paws wrapped themselves around her tiny little frame and pressed her close to him...for better or for worse, now she had a giant ten inch sepia colored dog cock rubbing up against her tummy.
Elliot didn't seem to care that it was there...in fact...her hands fell once she felt it and they wrapped about the hard pole, jerking it up and down once, then twice, then holding it against her soft body. Whoa boy. She knew what she wanted. Scaf's soft little kiss suddenly turned a little more randy with Elliot's actions, as he spread her lips and spat a good wad of his own saliva into her mouth. His cocktip spurted a few little streams of pre-cum onto her belly and the underside of her tits. As Scaf broke the kiss with her, leaving her mouth drenched in his spit, he groaned softly. "Nnhhh...E...Ell...Elliot...do...do you know what you are doing?" he asked softly, shivering slightly as he ran a paw down her backside, rubbing gently at the mound of her ass.
Elliot squealed with delight, licking her lips and gathering his spit into her tight little mouth. "No. But I learn quickly," she panted gently, lips curling up. Her nipples were hard, and some new scent had entered the air. It was Ellie. She was wet. Scaf couldn't believe what was happening to him...this was a dream. It was too convenient! A new daughter to fuck and he hadn't even knocked up Rosie for her. "Y...you learn quickly? Oh...ooh god...we are going to have so much fun together, sweet-pea." he sniffed the air lightly, "Mm...oh dear...what have we got here..." he reached in from behind, gently fondling at her tiny teenaged twat, probing stiffly enough to see if he could get a squeak out of her; and then it came.
Elliot squirmed and pushed forward, smooshing her face against Scaf's finely toned brown-furred chest. She yipped like a pup in heat, bending at her hips and pushing her butt out towards the shower faucet to her rear. Scaf took advantage of this by artfully slipping his paw down the crevice of her ass and firmly, but gently, sliding his middle paw-digit from her teen cunny all the way back up over her pucker. As if cued by the ultimate sensation of touch, both the mutt and the girl shivered. Scaf's long pink tongue hung out, panting heavily as he rubbed small circles around her tight backdoor. Ellie screamed and shook violently.
"S-Scaffie! O-oh god. I-I'm so wet!" she huffed.
"Mmnh...you're about to get a lot wetter, my dear. I'm going to teach you everything."
"Oh Scaffie! A-are you going to...do me?" she whined, looking a little worried and pouty.
"No." he growled playfully, spitting down at her. "I'm going to fuck the hell out of you."
Ellie squealed as the spit glob landed on the edge of her lips. She quickly licked it up before responding.
"Y-yes!...mmnnhnn...yes Da-...Daddy." She squeed sweetly, giving his cock a few more energized pumps.
"Mmnh...good girl...now. You made me drop that soap bottle. Bend over and pick it up."
Ellie put on the tomboy-esque look again. "You know I can't pick it up."
"Try." Scaf growled, spanking her firmly. He watched over her shoulder, loving the swaying and jiggle motion of the young perky rump.
Elliot sighed and shrugged, turning to where the bottle was on the shower floor. She slowly bent at her hips. As with before, her full jiggly breasts got well in the way. Scaf took this moment to move in behind her. As she bent, she felt something smooth and slick ride the crack of her ass. Ellie braced herself against the wall of the misty hot shower as Scaf slid his cock neatly between his young daughter's ass cheeks, tucking them around his shaft like a hotdog in a bun.
"Uhn! Ooo, Dah-daddy! I...I can't reach it."
"Keep trying." Scaf replied simply, giving her ass another spank as he began rutting his cock back and forth in the deep slick valley.
"Uhn! Aaahn! S-scaffie! Oh mai gawd!" she squealed, looking down in time to see a large paw just as it grabbed and kneaded at her perky young tits.
"You like that, dirty girl? Nngh. Nnghh. You like my fat cock against your butthole?" He didn't have to ask twice, Ellie responded with a high pitched scream and shoved herself up against the wall so that she could raise her rear higher. She stood up on tippy-toes and high-ended her ass up to a perfect height for Scaf. A hot drip of liquid dropped itself on Ellie's back. It was Scaf. With his maw open and his tongue left dangling out, saliva had dripped its way down onto Ellie's quivering shoulders. The heavy lusty breathing of the dog that was mating her butt cheeks was deafening; louder than the shower faucets, and louder than her shrill screams. The human girl shoved one of her hands between her legs and quickly flicked at her clit.
"Aahhnnnn! D-Daddy! Uhnn...nnghhh. M-mate me, oh god." She sobbed, letting her own tongue loll out of her mouth as she hit her climax with uncertainty. Scaf worked his muzzled around her long brown hair and snaked his tongue into her mouth again. Ellie accepted it with excitement, suckling on it like a lollipop. Seeing the little girl's excitement, Scaf didn't hold back. He pushed his tongue deep into her throat and increased the speed of his thrusts, each time the tip of his cock brushed and grinded against her backdoor; threatening to go in, but never fulfilling the destiny, instead tobogganing along the crevice until it peaked near the small of her back. Ellie gagged immediately, jerking, but never withdrawing. She suckled deeply and adjusted to his long tongue while she wrapped an arm around his head, keeping him locked with her. Scaf fucked her from both ends; fucking her throat with his tongue and fucking her full jiggly ass with his raging ten inch dog cock. After a final transfer of spittle into his daughter's mouth, Scaf pulled from her maw, tongue dripping in saliva which transferred to her lips and face.
"Agghh...fuck, Ellie!" Scaf growled, gritting his teeth firmly as his thrusts fell in speed and grew in power. His hips literally left Elliot off of the ground with each thrust. One. Two. Three. Four! On his fifth thrust, Elliot whined out exactly what he needed to hear.
"Aaah! Fuck me, Daddy!"
Just after she exclaimed her deepest desire, Scaf rutted his cock all the way up through the crevice of her ass crack, his bulbous tip shooting out long, thick ropes of potent cum. The white goo lathered itself over Ellie's back, shoulders, hair, and ass. After several long moments of furious cumming, Scaf stepped back, huffing and bracing himself on a near-by shower bar.
"Nngh...god, Elliot."
"Mmnhh...Scaf?"
"Yes?"
Ellie turned around, holding a bright blue plastic bottle. "I got the soap!"