4th of July Family Time
Sorry it took so long to dish out another story for the family incestuous fun, but here it is. I was debating with myself for awhile on whether I should continue this, or start something else, but alas, everyone was raving for a Chapter 2, and thus, I have met your demands. I know July 4th isn't here yet, but it's the closest holiday that hasn't passed by, and besides, one cannot simply get a vacation in the porn business. So enjoy, as part 2.2 is still bouncing around in my head like Taz on 5 pots of coffee!
Flame woke up to his alarm clock, seeing it was 9 A.M. and blaring Crazy Train by that aging, yet still fantastic wolf, Ozzy. Slapping his paw down, he shut off the alarm and got up, seeing the empty dent that his mother left when she got up. Chuckling softly, he got up as well, dressed himself, and went downstairs. Summer break was in full swing and he wanted nothing more than to relax from sports and the whistles he got from the sluts at school, students and faculty members alike. He finally gave up on that bookworm of a dragoness when school got back into swing back in January, and it seemed that she was pestering him now. Ironic that now that he left her alone, she was chasing his tail now, switching the roles and he told her that she joined the horde of slutty femmes who wanted in his pants. Baseball had been a breeze, since his athleticism landed him the Baseball Team Captain, and he took them to State this time, something everyone was shocked.
That's not to say he didn't have some help with that. He regularly talked with the coaches on plays, player placement in the outfield, how to read pitchers and batters, and changing up the batting lineup to help launch the team into the playoffs, and it all paid off. When he wasn't there to help motivate the team, he could rely on three or four people on the team to help ensure that everyone stayed on their game, and he quickly became friends with them. Jake, a fellow feline who was smart, and knew how to play head games with opposing pitchers, the tabby cat wasn't ambidextrous by nature, but his tactic of switching batting stances threw off even the most seasoned of pitchers. Then, there was the trio of gators, two of them twins, who took motivation, and their positions seriously, and that helped keep the team on their toes. With such a team for inspiration and motivation, they got to State and came face to face with a rival team who had gone undefeated.
While the trio of games was intense, especially in an early massive heat wave, Flame made sure that his team was well hydrated and focused. It was the State Championship, and they had to bring more to the field than they ever had before. Their rivals played extremely well, and both teams knew what was on the line, showing restrained determination like predators on the hunt in the bush, and it went to the third game with both teams getting well-earned victories. The tiger talked with the gator trio and the tabby, knowing that one of the most heated games that was left in the playoff season was gonna come to a major head. The team leader decided that the best way to play the next game was to have every fur on the batting lineup do the ambidextrous switch that the tabby employed regularly, to mess with the pitcher's head, and above all else, give it their all, win or lose.
The tiger got to the landing at the bottom of the stairs and smelled coffee, eggs, bacon, and even buttered toast. He also smelled a heavily pregnant female, which could only be his mother. Such a sexy blue dragoness increasingly slaked his primal needs, as well as her own, to help keep his mind focused on the baseball team. It actually helped alot, now that he thought about it, and took his seat at the table, relaxing a bit as he watched his mother's bare, heartshaped ass sway here and there to some tune in her own head. The tiger thought back to that incredible game once more, similar to an aging fur reminiscing about those 'good ole days'.
The tactic for the batting lineup worked, since the pitcher was the architect for any team. If they were thrown off, it messed with everyone's head, and it worked brilliantly. Flame had to admit to himself, it was the secret tactic that he and the rest of his 'advisers' came up with early on in the season. A secret weapon that worked tremendously, and they trained on the off-game days for when it was time to break it out. They also trained to stay focused should an opposing team attempt to employ the same thing, which actually saved their asses early in the playoffs. When a rhino went to bat, and he went lefty when everyone knew he was right-handed, everyone recognized it and switched accordingly, the outfielders switching for left-handed batters and the pitcher, who was the older gator, just grinned that crocodilian grin that actually sent shivers down that rhino's spine.
The final game of the State Championship managed to push into the 7th inning stretch, and all they had to do was get one more Out to win the season and bring home that golden glove trophy. Despite being the team captain, Flame preferred to be in the outfield, left side, and instead of using an Outfielder's Glove, he used an Infielder's Glove, and he did surprisingly with it. The older gator threw an impressive Slider, the tiger heard the familiar crack of ball on bat, and saw the ball fly pretty far up into the sun, and in his direction. Employing basic physics, he calculated the trajectory, kept his glove open and over his eyes, and he felt the ball land in his glove, but before he could close the glove, the ball bounced out!
Seeing the ball drop right in front of his muzzle, his instincts kicked in before he could blink, and his now-closed glove swept under the ball and bounced it back up. Going on instinct alone, he bounced the ball three more times before reaching out with his right paw and snatching the still-legal ball from the air. It was an Out, they won State! Everyone erupted with cheers and major upsets at how the final play went, and it felt wonderful, fulfilling, and incredible all at the same time. Every single member of the team and the coaches scrambled out of the dugout and ran towards him, hoisting him up as he held the game ball up in the air as if that was his personal trophy. He looked down at each and every one of them, seeing tears of joy in their eyes as he felt the warm liquid stream down his furry muzzle. They trained hard, kept striving with undaunted motivation, and he could not have done it alone.
When the umpire came walking towards them with the trophy, he didn't accept the trophy alone, he told everyone, even the coaches, to touch and hoist the thing up. When the majority of the noise died down and they went to change into their street clothes, he turned to the team, those warm, happy tears still streaming down his face, a hint of sorrow in his eyes. He silently motioned for the coaches and his friends to come join him as he was about to give his end of season speech, that he undoubtedly would have to repeat for the school papers, but what mattered right then and there was telling his team the most powerful words he could only muster from deep within his heart.
"Everyone, this has been a very long, difficult, and trying road. Last season, we didn't even get to the playoffs, This season, we made a helluva comeback, and won State, proving, not just to everyone else, but to ourselves that we are the best this year. When we first came together at the beginning of the season, we were nothing more than just a couple of ragtag teens who couldn't see past just hitting the ball and being skyrocketed into fame and stardom. Now look at us, champions, a team, a TEAM of not just baseball players, but friends, fellow students, and brothers. A few of you had personal issues to work through, and you needed help to resolve them, while a few of you were misguided when we all started. I could not have brought us here alone, even with the help of my friends and the coaches. We spoke, but it was up to each and everyone of you, individually, to listen and step up to the plate. We played our hearts out, dug down deep, and emerged through it all stronger for it.
"Sadly, this is also the last year that our head coach will be with us, and with that, we also lose three members of our team. I can only see fit that the Golden Glove go with them to wherever they go, as a reminder that we banded together and won State, much less come to the playoffs to begin with. Also, we will lose another member of the team due to his family moving, and I personally wish him luck. I don't know what next year will hold for us, but there won't be another team like this season, there won't be a better coach to lead us and guide us, and that leaves the future blank and undecipherable. I would gladly face that unknown future with you all, and I would wish the new members of the baseball team of the next season all the best. I've already talked to the coach earlier about this, but once we get back, to help us remember this year's trials and triumphs, we all shall sign baseballs to take home with us. Today, we proved that we can push the limits of what society claims we're capable of, so let us return home with our heads held high, and let us brave that unknown future with the fortitude we forged throughout this year!"
Everyone let out their bestial roars as he finished, and they headed home, but his mind was brought back to the present when a plate of food was gently placed in front of him, with the sight of his mother's bare tits in full view. He smiled softly, forcing his gaze up to her eyes, purring lovingly as she returned his smile before he heard the doorbell ring. Seeing as how he was the most modestly dressed, much less dressed at all, he got up and answered the door, surprised to see his sister, Chelsea, and his father, on the doorstep, Chelsea wearing a collar and wearing what could barely be called clothing at all as he welcomed them in. That's when he noticed his sister's pregnant belly, and how devoted she stayed by their father's side. After closing the door, his father gazed at his mother with that gaze that spoke volumes between them before even speaking up.
"I see the Champion has someone to celebrate the long-sought victory with indeed... and I see breakfast is ready as well. I'm sorry about not calling before arriving, but it is the 4th of July, a family event, and I just happened to be on vacation. So, I decided to bring my Breeding Slut with me to the family get-together, oh, and Slut, house rules apply."
With that, and a rather rough spank to her ass, Chelsea stripped down, showing that now, she was branded on both of her tits, her stomach, and even where a tramp stamp would normally be. That, coupled with the cloudy look in her eyes, and the collar on her neck, it was easily seen that Chelsea gave up everything that was herself, and Flame wondered if there would be an orgy involved. His mother only giggled as the young tiger resumed his seat to eat his breakfast, before feeling his mother's incredibly dextrous tongue along his sheath and heavy orbs, purring at the pleasant attention. Lately, his mother seemed content to enjoy meals deriving from his balls, most likely for the protein, when he heard his father take a seat next to him, then groan out softly as he imagined his sister serviced their father in much the same way, but for different reasons.
The young tiger held no illusions that his sister was no longer the sibling he grew up with, after hearing that she gave herself to their father, and started to swiftly devour his breakfast and down his orange juice, giving a lewd grin to his father. Both of them groaned as loud slurping noises could be heard as both males were serviced by their respective partners' maws, eager for their respective breakfasts. It wasn't long before they both gave them the liquid protein required of them, before the porn star stood up and motioned the stripped dragoness out and onto the table, Flame watching with an inquisitive eye.
"Mmm... I guess it's time to just cut through all the introductions and get down to it then. Want to spitroast your sister son?"
"Heheh... only if you'll help me sandwich Mom."
Both of them grinned lecherously, and Flame moved in front of Chelsea, still rigid as he presented her with his rigid tool, which prompted her to open her maw in earnest as their father pushed straight into her tailhole rather roughly and with only her saliva as lubricant, yet she only groaned as it seemed to cause her only pleasure. The young stud wasted no time and roughly forced his cock deep into her throat, grabbing her horns and face fucking her as the older, stronger tiger plowed into her ass with brutal strength, giving her ass hard slaps, just to hear her groan in pleasure around her brother's thick cock.
The blue dragoness just waited patiently, paws on her rotund belly as she watched her little girl submit to such rough pleasure, growing wet at the idea of being sandwich between such studly males. Flame just tightened his grip on her horns and thrust harder into her throat, growling dominantly at her, while his father reamed her ass with such skilled brutality, it spoke volumes of his porn star skills while roughly abusing her ass, and even her milk-heavy tits, the scales on her lovable ass and breasts turning into a rosy pink, then a deep red as they were assaulted by such expertly skilled paws.
Where Chelsea was concerned, she was infinitely happy to be serving her Father, her Master, and if he wished to share her with her brother, then she would obediently oblige such a command. Already, she was featured in a few new films of her Master's, such as Pregnant Slave 4 and 5, and Cum Covered Bitches 7. She helped rake in more money for him, and all she wanted with her new life to was please her Master anytime, anywhere, and anyway he wished, even in public at a restaurant, which was the final piece of the newest, hottest film, Incestuous Sluts 12. Every time he took her, her climaxed hard and heavy, wanting nothing more than to be the recipient of his seed while granting him pleasure and release, and she was happy to be his and at his beck and call.
Flame was the first to unload his spunk into his sister's gullet, growling in pure bliss as he mashed his crotch and hips to his sister's muzzle, forcing her to swallow his load or risk coughing it up from her lungs. When he pulled out, he painted her face with the last bit of his orgasm, giving her a mask of sibling incestuous goo. That left the porn star to his devious devices and pulled her hair back as he completely assaulted her ass with renewed vigor, causing her to moan loudly in pure lust and servitude, earning praises from her that only a properly trained cock sleeve would utter. The younger tiger stepped back, more to catch his breath than wait for the seasoned veteran of sex to finish up.
Chelsea kept moaning like a cheap whore, and that fit the porn star just fine. He trained her to be a slut for pain, as well as pleasure. Yet, he knew he was getting closer to the inevitable, and rammed into her rear even harder, growling dominantly like a feral tiger in the wilds, mating another tiger into carrying his cubs. Then, he let out his triumphant roar, filling his daughter's ass with incredible amounts of his thick cum, holding onto her hair and horns tightly as all of his muscles flexed hard, looking like they could stop bullets. The motherly dragoness could only sigh as she had a small orgasm, just from the sight, sounds, and the scents. By the gods, the SCENTS!!
When the porn star finally released his willing bitch, he was panting harder than any football player who had to go through a third Overtime session, then he looked at his ex-mate, grinning rather goofy at her before taking a seat himself to recover, patting the submissive dragoness on her ass softly and motioning for her to go rest. When he looked at his son, he realized that he didn't have the same dominating streak that ran through his own veins, most likely tempered with the cool-headed mind of his ex-mate's genes. Calculating, looking at the bigger picture, it was impressive to hear that he helped bring home the treasured Baseball Golden Glove. Then, he felt a tap on his nose as he gazed at the blue dragoness's eyes, a soft, naughty grin on her muzzle.
"Well Dave, it seems you have our little Chelsea under your dick..."
"And you have our little Flame plowing into your eager twat, Lenna."
Both of the adults giggled, but seeing how winded the younger tiger was, and how exhausted the older male easily got, they knew they would have more opportunities to have family fun time with each other. Chelsea had already gone to Flame's old room and rested there, easily drifting into a post-orgasmic nap, Flame and Dave passing out in their seats, leaving the heavily pregnant, motherly dragoness to clean up the table, and the mess, before throwing thin, warm blankets on all three of the sleepy heads. While she didn't get hers, there was still time in the day before the fireworks erupted, and she'd have her chance to have her own fireworks, and grinned to herself toothily at the thought. This Independence Day was going to be very messy, and she looked forward to the further festivities.