Writefagging for BFQ - Selene

	You awake from your short nap to the just-rising sun leaking into the windows of the clock tower. You've long since reduced your need for sleep to a measly quarter of an hour, so everything is about the same as you left it. Lin is still on her back, right arm hanging off the side of the bed, and snoring loudly. Liz seems to have changed positions since you've slept, and has gone from her usual cuddling position to being sprawled out, face-down, with said face firmly planted into the side of your rib cage, a bit of drool smeared onto your chest.
	You quietly raise yourself up and slide off the end of the bed, dressing yourself with a pair of panties and a plain white tank top. You stretch, groaning as the stiffness from your nap leaks out of your muscles.
	Down in the kitchen, dad is having Breakfast while reading one of the many, many books of magical errata you've collected from the library over the last six months. Who would've known that the librarian was so desperate for some offspring that she'd be willing to let a couple of her precious books go "missing" ever month for a virile male specimen? Sure, you spent about three hours afterwards in the bath scrubbing yourself of every bit of black fur on your body, but by this point, you could say it was worth it. Barely.
	Your dad looks up from the book, one eye squinting momentarily as he blows a load in Breakfast's face, her butt wiggling happily at the treat and jiggling just subtly enough to make your equipment stir from its sleep. "Hello, Max." He pets Breakfast lightly on the head, and gives her a big smile. "That was great, Breakfast. You can get back to your chores, now."
	Breakfast nods excitedly. "Yes, Master! Breakfast must be off now, to clean Mistress' bathroom." With that, she stands up and begins to trot off with a small bounce in her gait.
	She stops at the entrance to the kitchen and spins around in alarm. Her eyes are wide and fearful, like she's just realized something horrible. She puts both of her hands over her mouth. "I forgot to greet Mistress!" She walks up to you and crouches down slightly, her eyes pointed down at your feet. "Breakfast apologizes, Mistress. She is clumsy and forgetful, and just remembering her chores makes her head hurt. Please forgive Breakfast!" She moves her hands up to the top of her head and cowers in fear.
	You sigh, a little embarrassed by her overly-apologetic attitude, and a little irritated that she did actually forget. "You have to try harder to not forget these things, Breakfast. It's no good for you if you don't try your hardest to remember. If you keep forgetting, we can't trust you to take care of the place while we're gone. What if you forget to oil Gaviscon's joints?"
	Breakfast jumps in shock and shakes her head violently. "No, no, no! Breakfast would never forget Gaviscon!" She fiddles with her fingers, twisting them over each other. She casts a glance to the side and mutters quietly. "Breakfast loves Gaviscon too much to forget."
	You quirk an eyebrow. "You're saying that you love Gaviscon more than your Mistress, then?" You know you're only playing a mind game with her, but it works wonders for keeping her in line with these incidents. "Is that why you forget to greet me? Is it because you don't love me?"
	Breakfast gasps, and shakes her head even harder, her long hair flowing about wildly. "Breakfast loves Mistress, she loves Mistress lots!" She shouts at you in her escalating panic. "Breakfast just forgets things a lot! Breakfast is stupid and can't remember important things, that's all!" You can see the beginnings of tears starting to coalesce on the edges of her eyes. "Please forgive Breakfast for being so stupid!" She looks back up at your face, a particularly painful frown stretched across her lips. She looks like she seriously might start crying if you don't say something.
	You rub your head and put on a show of thinking hard about it. Taking your hand off of your head, you reach out and place it on Breakfast's shoulder. You give her a small, gentle smile. "Well, I can forgive you, since you really seem sorry." You run your hand up and down her shoulder as her frown melts away, and is replaced by a beaming smile. As her face brightens with renewed adoration of her Mistress, you tighten your grip on her shoulder, and slowly spin her around until her butt is facing you. Your hand releases from her shoulder, and slides to the middle of her back between her shoulder blades. You take a slightly more stern tone of voice. "However." Speaking flatly, you push on her back, bending her over. "Touch your toes, Breakfast. Don't take them off until I say so, or I'll double your punishment."
	"Punishment?" She looks back at you quizzically as she puts her fingertips to her toes, her big butt now stuck out into the air, spread wide and taut.
	"Yes. I forgave you for your mistake, but I have to punish you so you don't forget, understand?" You point a finger at her butt. "Since this is the third time, it's now six spankings. I want you to count them out yourself as they come." Your finger then shifts to her face, which has now taken a look of mild disdain, exactly like a child caught doing something naughty. "Head down, too. Don't look up until I give you permission."
	"Yes, Mistress." She turns her eyes back to her feet, and chews on her lower lip in a mix of self-deprecation and distress. "I will accept your punishment."
	"Good girl." You take the moment of calm to run a hand over both of her sizable buttocks. They're still amazingly soft and pliable, even when she's in this position. Over the passing months since she's been here, her body has gotten more and more adjusted to the constant sex. You can't say you're exactly complaining about it. Soft rump, swelled, full breasts, and an always-ready crotch that passively secretes so much lubricant that Breakfast's bathroom breaks are more often to dry off than to relieve herself. The scent that she gives off because of it is so sweet and powerful that its started to linger around the entire clock tower like a powerful air freshener; a scent not unlike perfectly rising bread dough, so pleasant and sweet. She really does a great job of cleaning and maintaining herself these days, and her diet beyond semen is designed solely to make her smell so nice.
	You snap out of your daydream and take a glance at dad, who is honestly not even trying to hide the fact that he's watching with moderate interest. He is trying to hide his gaze behind the book, but the swell in his boxers is really betraying his poker face. He doesn't do any kind of sadist stuff on his own time, despite his clear enjoyment of what you're about to do. You've begun to think that he enjoys watching you in specific doing it to others.
	You give him one last berating glance before giving the buttock that you've been rubbing in a circle for a good while one last squeeze, eliciting a small moan from Breakfast. You look down to check that she's still facing the ground, and, confirming that, pull your hand back a good three feet from your target.
	Placing one foot back and using your hips as leverage, you take one good, hard swat at her left butt cheek, right where it meets her thigh, and grip the impacted zone harshly, pulling the reddening flesh upward at an uncomfortable angle. Breakfast's entire ass jiggles violently with the spanking, with her voice at first muffled by her attempts to stifle her moan, and then spilling out grotesquely as she exhales forcefully in an attempt to subdue the pain. She takes a sharp breath inward. "One! Please forgive me, Mistress!"
	As she finishes her apology, you release your grip on her left cheek, running your fingers lightly over the now-inflamed skin with a flourish. You rear back and deliver another spank on her right cheek in the same place. Once again, you grab the struck flesh tightly and pull it upward.
	Breakfast bites her lip, a high-pitch squeal seeping out into the kitchen. "Two! Please forgive me, Mistress!" You're not using any enchantments, but you're still, by far, the physically strongest person in the class. You doubt that even your dad could physically overpower you at this point, ignoring magic. That brute strength is what makes Breakfast's plump bottom shake so hard when you spank her, and that's what is making your panties feel so constricting right now.
	With another light touch and flourish of your hand, you remove your grip from Breakfast's butt. Instead, that hand is used to remove your panties, your semi-hard member filling out the rest of the way as the circulation returns to normal. Using your free hand, your begin to stroke yourself. Your other hand has now reared back and ready for another spanking.
	With a grunt, your return your focus to her left cheek, landing an incredibly hard, flat-handed smack right in the center of the mound of flesh. Pulling the cheek aside, you run a finger over Breakfast's anus, getting a good jolt out of her. "Thr-aah~! Thank--Please forgive me, Mistress!" She's getting confused about which response to use. It's kind of cute. You release your grip, her body starting to shake from a mixture of pain from the spanking and strain of being bent over in such a fashion. Still, she valiantly tries to hold her position.
	You deliver your next blow upon the left cheek once again, in the same exact spot, with the same exact amount of force. It clearly hurts more than the last one, as Breakfast yells out in clear pain. "O~ow! Four! Pleaaase forgive me, Mistress~!" She starts breathing heavily, panting raggedly. You can see a single small tear run down the ridge of her nose. The shaking intensifies, and has become full-body shaking. For a moment, you fear she might just fall over if you hit her again.
	You think for a moment, pleasuring yourself vigorously. Stepping up behind Breakfast, you place one foot between hers, and push against her right foot. "Spread your legs out."
	"Yes, Mistress." Complying, Breakfast shifts her weight and spreads her legs widely. Her cunt reveals itself, slicked over with her always-abundant juices. The scent wafts out thickly, and your cock twitches against your hand in response. It smells so good. You have to exert willpower to prevent yourself from fucking her right now. You still have to finish your punishment.
	Stepping over to the other side from where you were previously, you switch hands on your cock, and rear back with the other hand, landing a firm, amazingly sharp and loud slap against her ass. You can hear Breakfast's breath catch in her throat for an instant, a high-pitched creaking coming from deep in her throat.
	As her throat gives way, a long, pained cry reverberates through the room. Her entire left cheek is red with abuse, and the right one isn't far behind. Her knees start to buckle, and she locks them back, trying her hardest to obey her orders. "Five! Please forgive me, Mistress!" She pants for a moment, and then swallows. "I love you, Mistress. Please forgive me." Her head is hanging limply with her eyes closed, and she speaks quietly, like she just confessed to something terrible.
	That quiet begging sends you into a higher state of arousal. You position yourself directly behind Breakfast, and take a long, full view of her entire groin. Her vagina is so wet that small beads of lubricant trickle out of the opening and run down to her clit. Looking down, you see there are a few droplets on the ground beneath her. The opening itself is twitching rapidly, like she's on the verge of having an orgasm. Her breathing is ragged and unsteady, her chest heaving violently. Her ass is shaking violently from the pain, as are her thigh muscles from being in this position for what must be well over two minutes now. All of this is getting you more and more excited, and you finally cross the point of no return.
	You release your throbbing cock and raise both of your hands high, and bring them down upon both of her buttocks, clapping them together with such great force that Breakfast tilts forward onto her toes. She can't even scream; she can only hack once as a small spray of saliva spurts out, splattering on the ground and drooling over her face. Her cunt squeezes shut momentarily, shooting a small jet of ejaculate onto your stomach. With a great moan, Breakfast raises her unsteady voice. "S-six! Please, please, please forgive me, Mistress!" She continues to hold that position, her vagina gaping and twitching post-orgasm.
	You take both of your hands and slip them around to the front of her waist, slamming your drooling cock down to the hilt in one swift, violent motion. Your heavily-stimulated state causes you to cum immediately, a long, relieved groan stirring from deep within you. Breakfast clamps down tightly, having another orgasm herself. She jumps, her head flying upward. "C-COCK!" Her tongue lolls out her mouth lazily, more drool flying off the tip in gooey strands.
	Taking both of your hands, still buried inside of Breakfast, you reach down underneath her arms, and lift her back up into a standing position. As she corrects her posture, her hips shift, with your cock slipping out noisily, making you both shiver in pleasure. You rest your chin on her shoulder, and nuzzle against her neck. "You are forgiven, my pet." Hearing that, Breakfast limply leans against you, panting heavily, with a dazed look on her face, her tongue still hanging out.
	You take the two middle fingers from you left hand and slide them over her tongue, pushing them back as far as they'll go. Breakfast accepts them greedily, her slick tongue making milking motions as if your fingers were a dick. She close her lips around them and sucks lovingly, her tongue continuing to do its work.
	Placing a couple of wet, tender kisses on the nape of her neck, you suck on the skin lightly, releasing it with a pop. Breakfast moans and sucks hard on your fingers, her tongue slipping out of her sealed lips from time to time. You lean closer to her ear. "Try your hardest not to forget, or I'll have to spank you again. Next time it'll be eight." Breakfast tries to respond, but you keep your fingers firmly planted in her mouth. All she can do is make one long, blissful moan of pleasure and nuzzle back against you, her hands clasping to the one that has slid over her stomach.
	You place another kiss on her neck, speaking in a sweet voice. "You told me you loved me, Breakfast." You rub her stomach appreciatively, one of her hands reaching up to cradle your head. "You're such a good pet. I love you too." Saying that, you take your fingers from her mouth, letting her swallow properly.
	"Thank you for disciplining me, Mistress." Breakfast pulls away a bit, and spins around to embrace you. "Breakfast loves Mistress very much."
	You hold her like that for a short while before releasing her to her duties. She gives one last rub of her cheek against your neck before leaping away and skittering off into the hallway, her ass still shining red from her spanking.
	After she leaves the room, you turn your attention to your father, who is now openly stroking himself. You groan instinctively. "Really, dad?"
	He shrugs, never taking his hand away. "You're really good at that, Max. I can't help it."
	You sigh in mild irritation, shaking your head as you dig through the fridge for something to eat. You shut the refrigerator door, nothing in hand. "There's nothing good around here to eat."
	"Sorry, Liz is going to be getting the groceries this weekend." He leans back and starts reading his book again, still handling himself. "I am clearly not good at shopping for a family. Though," he lowers the book and casts you a glance, "your daughter ought to have something for you to eat by now."
	In realization, you smack yourself in the head. "Oh, yeah! She told me her fruit would be ready this morning." You spin off toward the stairs, and stop one last time. "Oh, dad, make sure you clean yourself up after you're done. I'm sick of finding stains around the house."
	"You got it."
	With that, you head off toward the upstairs arbor.


	Up at the arbor, the roof is windowed and framed, allowing the now-risen sun to shine through brilliantly. The room is completely covered in vines and fauna, and smells of nature. You often find yourself thinking how beautiful this room is when you enter it. The most beautiful part of it, however, is in the room connected to the arbor, across the way.
	As you step into the room, you flip a switch on the wall, a light bulb flickering to life. In the back of the small room is a giant Dragon's Fruit blossom hanging upon the ceiling. From it extend many vines, which are holding what appears to be a rather large bulb of two giant, pale, soft leaves, about five and a half feet in height.
	You know that within that bulb is your daughter, Selene, who is usually just waking at this time. She often sleeps in a hanging position, wrapped up within her leaves. You step closer, and begin to notice a strange twitching motion in the upper portion of the bulb. At first, you worry, only to become annoyed when you realize what's going on.
	"Selene." You say her name in a flat tone of voice, sighing with irritation. "Come on, baby, I know you're awake. You're not hiding anything."
	A small whine of annoyance emits from within the cocoon, and the leaves begin to unfurl. As they fold away and open wide, your daughter is revealed, hanging upside-down from the blossom of the giant flower. Her head is about level with your stomach, as her eyeless face stares off into the distance, angled slightly off-center of you. Selene makes a few clicks with her throat, and then turns her face to yours.
	"Oh, hey, mom." Selene makes a couple more clicks and 'looks' around. "I, uh," she fidgets with her hands nervously, which are both located on her groin, "I didn't hear you come in."
	You level your eyebrows and look at her disapprovingly. "Now that has to be the worst excuse you could have come up with. I mean, really?" You pinch her on the side of her hip, making her jolt and sway in her hanging position. "Come on, now, get down. It's morning."
	Selene knits her brow in frustration, her long, feminine eyebrows of fine, soft moss scrunching together. She sighs and relents to you, the vines holding her in position retracting. As the vines lose their grip, Selene puts her hands out below her, and lands on the ground, gracefully twisting her body around and coming up to a standing position, her two huge leaves hanging limply from her back. One is attached up high between the shoulder blades, and the other is attached just above the small of her back. They both hang straight down behind her, like two big tails, leaving her exposed.
	Selene's body has progressed and developed considerably since her birth. She's showing signs of adulthood, with her hips widening and her waist narrowing. She's begun to develop breasts, which have deep, blood-red nipples adorning them. The flowers and buds on her head have bloomed, and are growing out into a magnificent arrangement of pale-white flowers with red veins.
	Painfully obvious as well is the development of her genitals. What was once an over-sized clitoris has lengthened and thickened into a deep-red pseudo-phallus that already almost matches your own. It has a soft, rubbery texture to it, and has become a big distraction for your daughter, along with her maturing pussy, which she has also begun to experiment with. You've already caught her trying to stick one in the other, much to her discomfort, both in insertion and removal. Well, at least you think she's learned her lesson about that.
	It is obvious by her current state, with her girl cock throbbing and full, that she was in the middle of pleasuring herself when you came. The way she's shifting her feet and squirming nervously is another sign.
	You shake your head, disappointed. "If you're going to relieve yourself, do it after you get up. Masturbating while sleeping is just being lazy."
	"But I like sleeping." She complains quietly, without any real defiance in her voice. She's just making conversation.
	"Yes, I know, but you can't do everything while you're sleeping, you know."
	Selene sighs dejectedly. "I know, I know." She shrugs. "So, can I finish up, here?"
	"Actually, no." You put a finger to you bottom lip, having an idea. "I'm a bit hungry right now, so I wanted to try one of your fruits. Didn't you say they were going to be ready for picking today?"
	"Oh, yeah!" Her two leaves flutter as she remembers, becoming excited. "You want some now?"
	"Sure, let's go find one." You step up to the side of your daughter, and put one hand on top of her monstrous clitoris, which twitches in response to the touch. Your daughter sighs quietly, enjoying the sensation. Her brow clenches in frustration. "Mom, I can't cover myself like this."
	"It's fine." You give her member a squeeze. "I'm still hungry, baby."
	"O-okay." She nervously responds, nodding. You take your hand away when she begins to lead the way.
	After a little traversing through the thick fauna of the arbor, you arrive in a tiny glade, which feels almost like a secluded pocket in the room. There's a couple thick bushes that obscure the corner of the room, and behind those bushes is a small patch of thick vines, which have large appendages resembling fruit hanging from them. At first they were a pale white in color, and looked thin, without substance. Today, they're plump, red, and look incredibly juicy.
	Your daughter reaches out and pulls one from its bud, a tiny bit of resistance before it separates. She takes it and holds it out to you after inspecting it. "Here, mom. I hope it's good."
	You take the fruit and inspect it yourself. It has a bright red sheen on the outside, but feels soft and pliable, like a kind of citrus fruit. "Well, they're really pretty, Selene."
	Selene's pale skin runs slightly red in the face, blushing. "Thanks, mom. I'm happy that you find me pretty." She gesticulates with her hands a bit, stumbling over her words. "Um, because those fruit were a part of me, you know. I planted them here to grow, and, u-uh, yeah." She turns her head away, a little embarrassed.
	"I know, honey. That's what makes these so special to me." Taking your two thumbs, you push into the thick skin, splitting the fruit in half. Inside of the fruit are many long, thin bits of pulp, filled with a ruby-red liquid. A little bit of it runs out of the fruit, over your fingers. "That's why I'm going to enjoy this. I love every part of my beautiful daughter." You take a sniff of the fruit, taking in a slightly acidic, but incredibly powerful aroma. It's very pleasant. Sticking out your tongue a little, you lick off some of the juice that's running down your finger. It's powerfully tart at first, but quickly melts away into a sweet flavor that reminds you of something not unlike heavy cream.
	"Every part?" Selene tilts her head to the side, listening to you take a bite into the pulp of the fruit. She holds her breath in anticipation.
	"Every last bit." You tear out the pulp, a little juice running down your chin. After a few chews, you swallow it all, your eyes watering from how great it tastes. "Oh, god, Selene, it's so good."
	"Really?" Selene's voice leaps with emotion, her face beaming. "I'm so happy!"
	You take another bite, chewing on it for a bit longer. "Yeah, it's great." You take your free hand, and cradle your daughter's head. "Here," you pull her face close, "try it."
	You seal your lips against hers, taking her by surprise. At first she pulls away, but the sweet taste on your lips makes her stop resisting. She sticks her tongue out and licks at your chin, and closes the kiss again, her mouth a little more open. You take the moment to stick your tongue between her lips, and into her mouth, forcing your saliva and some of the juices into her mouth. As the taste floods her mouth, she moans loudly, and begins vigorously drinking more. One of her hands roams down to her groin, and begins stroking her giant clit. "Mom..."
	You break the kiss for a moment. "I told you it tastes great. Here, have some more." With that, you take another bite and force more of it into her mouth, which she drinks happily while exploring your mouth with her long tongue. Her hips start bucking as she drinks more and more of the juice, until the both of you finish off the entire fruit.
	You pull away, putting one of your hands on her cock. "That was great, but I need something to wash it down with." With that, you bend over, and get on your knees, level with her pulsing clit. You run your hand up and down its length a couple of times before gently, slowly taking the it into your mouth. Selene's hips buck wildly as she moans noisily. "Mmm-mom, ple~EASE, ah..."
	You keep working at it, listening to your daughter's beautiful moaning. Her groin smells fruity, just like the grove surrounding you. It puts you in a pleasant trance as you slowly pleasure your daughter, coaxing her towards an orgasm. She puts both of her soft, thin hands on your head, and starts to push deeper, eventually pushing in all the way to the base and letting out a sweet, lustful groan of ecstasy.
	A thin, warm liquid spurts out of the tip in great amount, almost filling your mouth with every couple of spurts. You swallow the liquid, which tastes mild, but slightly more tart than the fruit. You drink greedily as your daughter has a long orgasm, spurting well over a dozen times before finally relaxing and releasing your head. As she pulls her slowly-deflating cock from your mouth, you see a little of the liquid dribble from the end, which has a clear, colorless look to it, like a slightly more viscous water.
	Her member finally shrinks down to its usual size, about the size of your thumb, sticking straight down from its hood. Selene helps you up, and embraces you warmly. "That was great, mom. You're really good."
	"I always do my best for my daughter, you know." You peck her on the cheek. "It's because I love you so much."
	Selene returns the affection with a peck on the cheek as well. Her huge leaves move, encircling both of you, and completely enveloping the two of you as you hold each other. "I love you too, mom."


	A few minutes later, you check over your daughter's health and make sure she's being properly nourished and cared for. Her giant leaf appendages have wrapped around her body as usual, with one working as the top, covering her upper body up to her breasts like a strapless dress, and the bottom wrapping around her waist, acting as a natural, long skirt. There's a small gap, only a couple hand's width between the two, which shows off her flat stomach.
	"Well, I have to head off to class soon, baby." You hug her one last time. "You take care of yourself, okay?"
	Selene nods obediently. "I'll be fine. You get to class."
	"Bye, honey." You turn and begin heading out of the arbor, when Selene suddenly yells at you.
	"Mom, wait!" Selene is standing stock still, straight as a board.  Her head twists around frantically, and eventually settles in one direction in particular. She doesn't have eyes, but it looks like she's looking at something intently.
	"What's wrong, Selene?" You turn back around and scan the room for danger.
	"Someone's here." She turns her head back to you. "I can see them, beyond the walls. They're hiding behind magic, but their life force is like a beacon to me. I can see him broad as daylight."
	"Honey, are you sure it's not just my fa--"
	"Papa is in the kitchen right now." She frowns, baring her teeth. "This one is some young man that has never been here. I don't like his aura."
	"What's wrong with it?"
	"It's not right. Most people's auras are rooted in position, but his is loose. I've only seen this with Liz when she practices teleportation. This one uses it extensively."
	You turn your head back to Selene, realization dawning on you. "Sanjay."
	"Is that who that is? Is he a threat?"
	You nod quickly, turning to run toward the others. "Yes. He's very dangerous, and very angry, Selene. This building is warded, so he can't teleport in or around the clock tower, but I want you to stay here, and close up this entrance. Do not come out until I come to get you, do you understand me?"
	"Mom--"
	"That's an order!" You cut her off in your urgency, yelling at her.
	She nods quickly. "Okay. Go, mom. I'll wall off the entrance."
	You bolt out of the room, and take a right toward the stairs downward. Behind you, a huge mass of vines grows rapidly, sealing away the entire entrance in a huge mass of vegetation. You sigh in relief, knowing your daughter should be safe for now.
	Turning toward the stairs, you leap down them four and five at a time, making your way to the others as quickly as possible.