In'cest si bon

>Sliding a pile of fresh baked cookies onto the tray, the young satyr arranges them into a heart before making her way down the hall.
>Her father still sleeps soundly in his bed, awaiting his normal wakeup call.
>Setting the tray on her side of the bed, she takes a remote from the bedside table and places it prominently on the tray before turning to her standing mirror.
>Gumdrop checks herself out for a few moments, ensuring her hair, her makeup, and her outfit are perfect.
>Confident that she looks adorable in her little Prench maid outfit, she smooths the fabric and proceeds to crawl under the covers with her daddy.
>Unrestricted by his nude form, she dutifully sets to work.
>Burying her nose into her father's sack, she rests his flaccid length across her face.
>His scent floods her senses as she tends his orbs with kisses, making her head swim even after all these years.
>She can feel him slowly hardening in response to her worship, before a slight grumble through his slumbering form tells the satyr he's ready.
>Pulling back, she takes his full length into her throat in a single, deft motion.
>Nuzzling into his pubes, Gumdrop wrings her lips around his shaft to ensure her lipstick leaves a distinctive ring at the base of his cock.
>With her ritual complete, she begins working in earnest, bobbing in shifting tempo of fast and slow on her father's rod as she works her tongue skillfully over every inch.

>Several minutes in, a hand grasps her curly locks as he begins to idly pound at her throat.
>Never losing composure, she relaxes and covers her teeth, allowing him to fuck her face as he pleases.
>Hilting himself, he empties directly into her throat, denying her a taste.
>The muscles of her neck work together with her tongue to milk as much as possible from him as he lightly shudders.
>Pulling back with strong suction that leaves trails of lipstick in her wake, she suckles his tip to savor the the few salty stragglers left behind before removing herself with a pop.
>With a final, loving kiss to the tip of his cock, she frees herself from the covers.
>"May I serve you further, Monsieur?" she asks with a smile.
"Go wash up and hurry back." he orders, petting her on the head and earning a blush in return as he does. "Cute maid outfit, by the way."
>"Yes sir, I'm glad you like it sir!" she replies as she ducks into the bathroom.
>Tucking into his eggs, sound of rushing water and gargling can be heard briefly before the creak of the door signals the curly haired satyr's return.
>Returning to his bedside with a curtsy, she waits in eager silence for his command.
>Wordlessly, he reaches to the provided remote, flicking it to the highest setting.
>Gumdrop responds with only a faint sight as the toy springs to life inside her.
>Despite it having been an extraordinary amount of time since she was permitted an orgasm, the satyr stands strong, betraying no reaction save involuntary fidgeting.

>Anon continues to eat, slowly savoring each bite as he watches his daughter squirm, silent save for the faint buzz of the egg vibe inside her.
>As hard as she tries to be stoic, he knows she's in a state of delightful torment.
>After several minutes of watching her rub her thighs together, her ever present blush becoming an almost full body glow, he gives he a moment of false mercy.
>Reducing the toy to its lowest setting, the satyr releases a large sigh as some of the excess tension flows from her form.
>Not giving her too much time to enjoy it, he extends the coffee pot and mug from the tray towards his girl.
"I'd appreciate a more lively cup, sweetie."
>"Oiu Papa!" she dutifully exclaims as she gingerly taking the presented items, setting them at her hooves before lifting her skirt and kneeling.
>Beneath her skirt, he notes she's wearing a pair of plain white panties, drenched by her need. Her large, equine clit winking against the constraint of its fabric prison.
>Placing her daddy's mug under her, she pulls her underwear partially down, many thick strings of feminine lubricant connecting the two. A result of her long stint orgasmic abstinence.
>Before beginning she takes a moment to feel the pot, quickly recoiling.
>With mixture of excitement and fear, she takes a moment before judging that it's not quite hot enough to actually leave any burns.
>But it will certainly feel like it!

>Hesitating no further, she pulls her clit ring taut, forcing the love button out of its protective folds before slowly pouring the steaming liquids down her sex.
>Gumdrop's breath catches in her throat as the steaming liquid scorches down her delicate flesh, the errant mottles of pink and peach contrasting her ebony lower half turning a bright crimson.
>A deep, whining moan escapes the satyr as she forces herself to torment herself, keeping the stream slow, steady and directed so as to keep the flavor high and the mess low.
>Her panties act as a sieve, filtering out the occasional ground or strand of fur as the liquid pours onto her tortured love button and down her sensitive lips.
>"M-milk, sir?" she gasps out as she releases her piercing, the masochistic hybrid's now swollen nub winking with some difficulty.
"Yes." he confirms. "Half and half."
>"As only a halfie can." she nods in mock self depreciation. "Thank you for giving this subhuman purpose, Sir."
>Nudging the mug forward, Gumdrop adjusts her position as her hands trail up.
>Taking hold of her small, equine teats she pulls, small jets of milk spraying forward.
>She gently works her small but firm udder, kneading it left and right for its bounty.
>While some of the arcs simply land on the floor, most of the streams to the mug, dying the black liquid a dark brown.
>Satisfied, she stands, kicking off her now soiled panties and placing the mug on her father's tray as she does.

>Without hesitation, the girl frees her more generous human bust from the confines of her maid uniform, leaning in to give what was demanded of her.
>She's stopped however, when her father gently takes the globes in his hands.
>Freezing, she silently waits, allowing him to guide and use her as he will.
>Slowly, he gently coaxes the warm cream from her bust with practiced hands.
>The satyr melts under her master's loving touch, moaning as he leans in to pepper kisses on her neck as her body surrenders its bounty for him.
>Content with the state of his coffee, he redirects her flow to a bowl of cereal on the side.
>Slowly but surely he drains her chest, squeeze by squeeze.
>A sense of emptiness fills her, one breast dry and the other nearly so.
>All too soon he pulls away, seemingly satisfied with her gift for now.
>Her sadness is cut short when he latches to the undrained breast.
>Gumdrop gently hums in satisfaction as her father sees to her needs, his ruggedness pressed to her bosom as he relieves her of her of the last of her milk.
>Unwilling to simply leave her be, his fingers snake up her skirt, rubbing and teasing her as he drinks deep.
>Taking a moment to feel the faint vibration of the toy in her depths, he begins to roughly finger fuck his little girl.
>Still raw and sore from preparing his coffee, the satyr's legs barely hold back from buckling as her father balances her between pleasure and pain.

>Once, twice, and a third time she's drawn to the very peak of orgasm only for him to stop, her equine sensitivity, longterm denial, and simply having all her kinks exploited combining to make her quick to bring to the peak.
>Sadly, he soon finishes with his drink, far from reducing her to a leaking, pleading mess as he often does.
>Separating himself from her, his fingers trace her curly, two toned hair as her returns to his breakfast, taking the first sip of his coffee.
"Thank you, princess. You taste wonderful as always. I don't need anything else for the moment."
>"I'm glad you enjoyed me, Sir!" she chirps, fixing her outfit as she speaks. "May I be excused to handle some work around the house?"
"You may. But first, will the others be turning up later?"
>"No Sir. Fraise is very busy with work, Rollipop is out of town, and I let Taffy stay the day with a friend. We have father's day alone this year... Just the two of us." she states in an almost predatory fashion.
"In that case..." he begins as he prevents her from rebuttoning her blouse. "Leave me some eye candy."
>Complying with a smile, she silently turns and leaves, swinging her hips from side to side as her tail lifts her skirt to show off the plug in her rear.
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>Anon enjoys his meal slowly, savoring the delightfully decadent flavors of his daughter, and the wonderful scent of musky need mingling with the normal aroma of his coffee.
>Finally finishing, he gets dressed for the day.

>Which as a man sitting comfortably at the tail end of middle age, meant nothing more than underwear and a bathrobe.
>Making his way to the living room, he sprawls out his recliner, his bones popping as he stretches.
>Settling in, he flicks on the radio, intent on enjoying his special day off.
>Time goes by fast and easy for the next hour as his shows play, Gumdrop rushing about the house to clean and maintain anything and everything, tits out and tail high to keep him entertained and remind him that she's his to use when and how he desires.
>More than once, wandering anywhere near the chair results in the Prench half-pony being casually groped and molested by her father's idle hands.
>A fact that, if anything, brings her back to clean her own leakage again and again.
>Eventually, Gumdrop makes her way into the living room carrying a large, chocolate cake.
>Setting it down, Anon immediately notes that chocolate kisses adorn the top.
>The same type he routinely gave her to represent "good girl points" she could trade for privileges.
>Not because he needed to, he didn't even have to honor them. But because he figured she'd become more fixated on collecting them and seeing the jar of them fill up than ever spending them.
>That the small chocolates he chose to represent them were her favorite candies, and this was now the only source of them she was allowed was simply icing on the normally figurative sadistic cake.

>Anon reaches in to grab a slice before she's stopped, his little maid presenting him a washcloth and a bottle of sanitizer.
>Knowing better, the confectioner slaps himself internally at his lapse in judgment as he cleans himself.
>Smiling, he cuts a piece before offering it to his daughter.
>Gasping, she opens wide, graciously accepting the offer to be fed like a pet.
>Anon instead opts to smoosh the cake into her face like she's a new bride, earning a loud eep and a series of giggles as she wipes the frosting from her face and tastes it, before pressing a clump of it into his face in turn.
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>After the two had finished playing, eating and cleaning up, having powered through almost a third of the cake, Anon finds himself back in his recliner.
>In his lap, his little girl sits, her tight rear speared on his shaft.
>The two cuddle wordlessly while listening to Anon's radio shows for some time, broken only by the occasional gasp from the two as Gumdrop's powerful anal muscles tend and tease her father's cock.
"Hey Gumdrop?" he finally speaks.
>"Sir?"
"I've been wondering. How many of your points did you actually use on that cake?"
>She's silent for a moment as Anon hands drift, gently massaging her breasts.
>"All." she gasps.
>Anon pauses at this answer.
"All of them?"
>"The decorations, the frosting, the breading flavoring... My jar was filling up... besides, you deserved something special."

"I already have you, sweetie." he begins, one hand moving down to tease her ever dripping cunt.
>"Exactly. I'm yours, no limits. So it's all I had to give. My..." she gasps "my privileges. Tho-those are yours too, sir. So I know it's not much, but h-happy father's day, Daddy."
>Turning her head, he leans in, planting an awkward but genuine kiss on her lips.
"I love you too, Gummybuns."
>"On the lips, sir?" she giggles, "H-has it been that many hours since I knelt at your altar?"
>Giving her ponut a tight squeeze to signal she understands what she's offering, she continues.
>"I can fix that if you like, Sir."
"Not right now." he tells her as he wraps his arms around her. "Too comfortable right now."
>Gumdrop accepts the intimate moment, cuddling back as best her position will allow.
>The two sit together, quietly enjoying the feeling of each others bodies for some time.
>"Sir?" she finally asks, breaking the silence.
"Yes Gumdrop?"
>"Sir. I know I don't have any points to spend on it anymore, but may I please have an orgasm?"
"Hmm. That's a tough one..." he mutters as he begins teasing the submissive satyr once more, "How long has it been since your last orgasm?"
>"One year, nine months tomorrow." she replies without hesitation, having clearly been tracking her torment very closely. "Please sir, I... I really want one."
>Gumdrop waits for a reply, silent save for the wet squelches of her large, winking clit and her heavy breathing as Anon teases and tortures her long neglected sex.

"But do you need it?" he inquires as he begins slowly pumping her rear.
>Silence, as she struggles between desire and submission.
>"I... I don't. I d-don't need it, Sir. I want it, I d-don't need it." she replies, her obsequiousness winning out.
>Anon raises her to the edge, dancing her along the line of release with practiced grace, and holds her there.
>The satyr's fingers dig into her father's arms as she's edged so close to the peak that her body bucks and shivers.
>Her knuckles go white, high pitched whines escaping her throat as she resists all temptation to push herself over. To hold herself back.
"Then no." he tells her, pulling his hands away, letting her slowly come down as her button twitches.
>"Thank you, Sir." She moans out, her voice tinged with both frustration and delight. "Th-thank you, Sir, for not letting me cum!"
>With nothing more than a faint, breathy chuckle, Anon unloads, painting Gumdrop's bowels white.
>The satyr moans lightly in response to the warm spurts in her depths.
"Thank you... thank you for reminding me that I'm here for you. And most of all, th-thank you for being firm when I am weak."
>Anon leans in, giving his tired, panting daughter another kiss.
"You know princess, if you can try to just hold out to the two year mark, maybe we can think about letting you have one for your birthday."
>"Daddy..."
"It's just three months."
>"But my birthday's in two months."
"You'll have another one coming up." he teases. "What do you say?"
>The Prench satyr giggles for a moment before wiggling her hips, wringing her father's shaft.
>"On one condition. You have to have lots of orgasms for the both of us."
>Smiling, he takes his little girl by the hips, giving her a small pump with his rehardening cock.
"Gladly."

>The next hour passes in a haze of lust, the poor satyr being brought to the edge again and again as her father gladly crosses that line while doing all he can to make her duties difficult.
>All the while, Gumdrop's lips never cease to sing his praises.
>Their celebration is cut short by a series of knocks at the door, followed by two rings of the doorbell.
>"W-was that Taffy?"
>Anon silently nods as he lifts his princess from his lap, confirming it to be the code they had drilled into their daughter to use before coming inside.
"ONE MINUTE, TAFFY!" Anon shouts.
>With the practiced speed of one living in secret, quickly quickly claims her plug from nearby and after a brief inspection for any unusual messes, turns tail for the bathroom.
>Anon briefly stops her with a hand on her shoulder.
"Any of your fluids?" he asks, pointing to the cake.
>Giving the gears a second to click, she shakes her head.
>"No, clean. She can eat some."
>With a swat on the butt, Anon ushers the sweating, dripping satyr off to clean up as he ties his robe shut and makes for the door.
"Hey, punk!" he greets his granddaughter as he swings open the door.
>"Hi grandpa!"
>"And hello to you too... York was it?" he greets the young white and green filly at her side.
>"Uh huh." she mutters, clearly nervous.
>Normally, he'd chastise Taffy for bringing someone over without asking, but figuring it was a special day, he decided to simply take her aside when her friend wasn't around.
"Anyway girls, there's cake on the coffee table if you want some."
>Their faces light up as the rush to dig in.
>From the corner of his eye, he notices York keeps sniffing the air.
>Chuckling to himself, he decides to open a few windows while they're distracted.