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Gosalyn's Gambit	By : MrFanFIction Category: +1 through F > Darkwing Duck Views: 4403 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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CHAPTER 9 -THE PLAN COMES TOGETHER
Gosalyn stepped off the bus. Her father would likely be asking her why she was four-hours late from school; she already had the answer. The never-fail go to, the video game arcade. She did have a lifetime free pass after all. She was prepared for the lecture as well. The chat with Morgana was still burning in her ears. She knew it was the right thing but learning about your Dad's sexual buttons from his girl friend was strange, and what she said at the end.
"You know Gosalyn, when you're done with your father. Come by and tell me all about it. In exchange I will teach you something... interesting".
The tone of her voice made her blush and the way Morgana had pat her leg when she said it, gave her goose bumps; both the good kind and the weird kind. Weird was the only word you could use to describe your father's girlfriend hitting on you. Not that she wasn't... curious. She was starting to understand what her father liked about the dark lady.
***
Her plan was already in motion. She had the spell. She had the potion, she had the Chemical and tonight she had the opportunity. It was a long weekend and when dinnertime came, she added a modest dash of the chemical to Darkwing's drink.
Honker assured her it was non-poisonous, even better, since the chemical was designed to be absorbed through the skin or inhaled the stomach wall would provide a small buffer. Neither of them knew Darkwing had already had one exposure to the chemical for the day. When the symptoms started, Darkwing was of course in a dreadful state and Gosalyn ever so helpfully offered a sip of knock out potion. She told him she got it from Morgana, said she had planned to have honker rig up some arrows with it the first half was at least true. She suggested he drink it. It would knock him out for a day or two.
It was the perfect solution; a day's nap would give the chemical ample time to burn out of his system. He was too worried to question the idea or her suggestion; he gulped the potion down as if it was soda and immediately passed out. Step one was complete. Launchpad and Honker helped him home and into bed. She told Launchpad that she and Honker would take care of everything and that it would be best if he bunked at Headquarters for a while. Launchpad had a better idea, said he had been meaning to swing by Duckburg to visit a few old friends and with a long weekend, it was as good a time as any. Luck was on their side.
Launchpad packed in an hour and left that same evening.
***
"So moment of truth huh?" she whispered to Honker as they peered into Drake Mallard’s room.
"Yeah, Uhm... do you want me to like, be here with you or should I go home and check back later?"
It was a question with no right or wrong answer and Gosalyn found herself feeling a pang of guilt. Honker was smitten with her and it was not one-sided; she had, during some their practice sessions, thought of just forgetting the whole thing. Would it be cruel to make him stand and watch? She didn’t mind the idea, it would add a bit of thrill to the whole thing. Then again, it might be just as cruel to just push him away as if he was nothing after all the support he had provided.
"Well the thing is,” she paused to choose her words, “Where do you want to be for this Honker?" It was the best reply she could think of, she could only hope it was the right one. She saw the look of deep contemplation as Honker thought; the choice was his now.
"I'll be downstairs. I'll cover the phones and the door." He finally replied.
Gosalyn beamed and felt that pang of guilt again. Honker deserved to be her first time just as much as her father did. He was supportive, heck the whole reason he came into this superhero thing was to be closer to her, and now here he was still considering ways to help. She hadn't thought of the phone ringing, the doorbell, or the emergency comms. Honker had, and at the same time put himself in a position to be close enough to help if she needed.
"Okay Honk, and, thanks" she gave him hug to go with that ‘thanks’ then, they parted.
Honker went downstairs; she went to her room to prepare. The first order of business was her clothes. Following Morgana's advice, she dressed herself in an outlandish mish-mash. The first was the upsized Number '9' shirt, periwinkle colour and all; the second was a dark green skirt. Normally she had always worn shorts or with the shirt but not this time, a skirt. Next were sneakers, and finally her Quiverwing Hat, no mask.
***
“Gosalyn, remember the key to this working is for Darkwing at least initially to believe this is all in his mind,” Morgana told her.
"Yeah I get that but why the Frankenstein outfit?"
"A mind is seldom straight-forward dear. By dressing in this 'Frankenstein outfit' as you call it, you will be creating a cognitive dissonance"
"Say what?"
"Darkwing, your father, has conflicting images of you. On the one deeper part he sees you as his little adopted daughter."
"Okay that explains the shirt and sneakers"
"On the other hand he sees you as the capable and promising crime-fighter, Quiverwing Quack
"
"Say what now?" She half-suspected Morgana had gotten her thoughts crossed with someone else.
"Believe it or not Gosalyn dear, he does. Though the impression of you as his little girl often overrides that" Morgana smiled when she said that. “He is very good at hiding his feelings at times”
"Well that explains the skirt, the bow and the hat. So that's it right?"
"Not quite, there is a third one. He is starting to recognize you as becoming a woman, you aren't yet of course but he is starting to see the changes and realize you are not exactly his little girl any more and soon you won’t be a ‘girl’”
"Soooo what brings that out?" Gosalyn was looking over her mish-mashed attire.
"Forest for the trees Gosalyn. That part is simply you, the one wearing the clothes. The important thing is that you look the part of representing a subconscious metaphor which will go a long way to Darkwing thinking he's having dream."
"Yeah but why? I mean you said that knock out juice would make him do that any way and open to suggestion"
"In a normal man it would"
The obvious always slipped her mind. "And of course my Dad and normal have no relation to each other."
"That is correct. I have found him to be unusually resistant to mind-control and outright hypnosis. I wonder if it is inborn, something he has trained into himself or a side effect of all the knocks to the head."
“Probably all of the above” she had laughed but was more curious how Morgana knew Dad was so resistant to mind-control and hypnosis but figured it best not to ask.
***
She checked herself in the mirror. Perfect, garish, but perfect. She took a deep breath and headed to her fathers room. Stepping in she shut the door behind her and recited the spell that would bring out the potion’s secondary effect. A ‘waking-dream trance’, as Morgana called it.
Darkwing groaned as the spell took effect and opened his eyes. She now had to put on a performance worthy of an Oscar.
***
Drake Mallard's head felt like a cat in a dishwasher. He could still sense someone in the day lit room. He rubbed his eyes and the blur steadily resolved into:
“Gosalyn?” He blinked. Well it was Gosalyn but to put it bluntly, she had apparently dressed in the dark and forgotten what she was dressing for.
"Gosalyn hmmm? Is that what I look like?" the figure, which strongly resembled Gosalyn, looked down at herself as if expecting to see something different.
Now he was confused, the question of why was the rest of the room so blurry and wavy actually being the least of his concerns. Gosalyn now stood out in sharp detail but everything else was indistinct. He could tell where the window was, he could see the door and everything but the finer details. Such as, what was outside the window or the painting on the wall were just vague blurs.
"Wait! The last thing I remember is the knock out tonic and... ah hah! I'm having a dream!" he declared triumphantly. "I wonder if this is one of those lucid dreams where I can give myself superpowers?" he was already rubbing his hands together in glee.
"No!” Gosalyn quickly answered, “It is the sort of dream you are trapped in and can't wake up from until the knock out potion wears off." Sounding, surprisingly rational.
"Aaaaand there is no way you are actually Gosalyn. That made far too much sense and was actually responsible. Plus it would explain the twisted fashion disaster-."
*BONK* Well she sure could give a knock to the noggin like Gosalyn, that much was certain and that things hurt as much in this dream as they did in the real world. He made a note not attempt the power of flight or invulnerability.
"Don’t blame me. This is what you put me in," She sounded a little more like Gosalyn that time.
"So I put you in that number? But why would I-" he studied her again, "Oh no!"
"Something the matter?"
"I think I know what this is. That chemical. The knockout potion didn't stop the effect it-"
"It just prevented you from acting out on them in the real world,” said Gosalyn completing his thought in a rather uncanny way.
"Yes but... I see. Your get-up represents my conflicting images of my daughter. The T-shirt and sneakers represent my seeing her as my little girl. The Quiverwing quack parts represent my growing acknowledgement of her, you, as a hero and crime fighter. And your overall body... represents the idea that you're growing up"
***
It was word-for-word what Morgana had said, the déjà vu was so strong Gosalyn almost missed her cue. Dad really did think of her as a super hero crime-fighter. Inside her mind, she was doing cartwheels. Nevertheless, she got back on track. Back on script; time to set the hook,
"And the purple and white satin underwear?" she added casually.
"P-purple? Satin? Underwear?” he sputtered, taken completely out of his mental stride.
The look on her father's face made her want to give Morgana a hug; the tip on satin was apparently dead-on and purple being his preferred colour was an easy guess on Gosalyn’s part.
He turned back to her. "Wait, just who or what are you?"
She placed hands on her cocked hips. "You tell me. You seem to be on a roll with that. Dad." She added that last part deliberately.
"You are a representation of my impressions and my lust", horror crossed his face with worrying speed. Not the look she was hoping for. "Oh no-"
"Almost, but close enough.” She quickly interrupted, “Repressed lust. Which is now coming up thanks to that crazy chemical.”
Her father was already pacing. "I need to send Gosalyn away, far away, Sweden is nice. I'm a danger..."
"Or...." Gosalyn added. Morgana had been dead on about her dad's reaction as well. She made a point to ask her father’s fiancé about lottery numbers in the future. Time to reel him in
***
Drake looked back at the phantasmagoria of his subconscious mind. "Or?” ‘Or’ was good, ‘Or’ implied a better solution and right now he needed anything helpful.
The being that looked like Gosalyn spoke, "Rather than repress. Indulge your fantasies."
Drake recoiled in horror, "No, No, I couldn't! I would never-"
"I meant here in the dream world. Listen, the fact I'm here looking like this means you realize somewhere in this head of yours that repressing is only going to make things worse. The chemical in you is feeding off this repressed lust, and making your urges stronger. The more you resist the worse it gets."
"Until one day when I get hit with something else that breaks down my barriers... I might actually do something..."
Gosalyn nodded. "But thanks to that knock out potion you now have a way to act out those repressed lusts without hurting anyone."
"But doesn't that make it-"
Gosalyn raised a finger, "Don’t think"
"What do you mean don't-" then it hit him. The ‘thinking paradox’: The more you tried to not think of something the more you would think about it. The more he repressed his lusts and desires the stronger they became because he actively had to think about what he was repressing in order to repress it. Then Gosalyn spoke a phrase he had heard from Morgana more than once.
“Expression versus repression"
***
It had all gone as Morgana had said. She was good, good... scary good. Gosalyn stepped forward and laid her hands on her dad's cheeks, she leaned in close. Beak tilted up to his. He had to take the first step and he did. He pressed his beak to hers an in a powerful kiss. Her heart fluttered, she didn’t want the moment to end but she had to follow script or it would all come crashing down. A quick painless injection of knockout potion-lite and he slowly went into a doze, as she guided him back to bed. It was done. That was the hard part. As she stepped out she all but tripped over Honker who had been camped beside the door, dressed in as a ballerina, clown ninja frog costume.
'I-I just though you know in case you needed something crazy to prove he was in a dream"
She wrapped her arms about her friend. He was just so sweet. "Thanks Honker."
"I can wait downstairs or go home for the next part if you want"
"It might be best if you did. I don't know what sort of crazy fantasy Dad is going to want to act out so it'd be best if we had the house to ourselves. But you know...you could watch on the secure cams." she answered and genuinely would have preferred him to stay but yeah her reason wasn't just an excuse. It was truth. "Unless you want to take the chance that dad might think he needs to work out some of his repressed lust on you". She saw the look on Honker's face and laughed.
"Ha ha, very funny" she watched as Honker left and giggled, "Better not mention the yaoi fetish," she mumbled to herself. Then she headed back upstairs. She had five more minutes before dad woke up. She had some preparations to make.
***
Darkwing awoke once more. The room was still foggy and once again, the apparition of his daughter haunted his dream state
.
"You're back,” he mumbled, his vision resolving the haze before him.
"Actually that's my line."
Drake Mallard looked and rubbed his eyes. There was Gosalyn in her usual oversized purple Tee, the hem draping just past her hips and apparently nothing else.
"Now care to explain why I'm looking like this?" the apparition asked.
"That’s what you. er, Gosalyn was wearing the first time I really... well...got aroused." , his face flushed red from just hearing himself admit to it.
"Oh really? So then I guess will be *ahem* starting here then.” The apparition grinned maliciously and twirled. “Does it still arouse you?"
That twirl showed that she was wearing the same sunny yellow panties she wore that day as well. He would have almost preferred if she were wearing nothing at all. The haunting guilt of his thoughts that day were like venomous daggers.
"N-No not at all"
Gosalyn pointed down. "The bed sheet is calling you a liar"
Drake Mallard didn't have to even look to know he was already getting an erection, but having your own daughter, or at least a reasonable mental facsimile of her, call him out on it, is the sort of thing to make any proper father immediately shoot himself.
"Oh no, this is wrong, just so"
She sat beside him on the bed, her hand brushing over the tent in the bed sheets. "What did we say about Expression and repression" she smiled, he moved to stop her but she squeezed the head and his self-control melted. It was Binkie all over again.
"Face it. *This*," she squeezed the growing shaft. "Won’t go away until you accept it and do something with it" the hand began to stroke. "What were you thinking about when you saw me in this the first time?"
He took a deep breath. Maybe this would be okay. Just maybe, it was all in his mind after all. “I was thinking, those panties, they looked very tight... on you" She leaned in closer; her hand was shifting under the bed sheets. That was when Drake Mallard realized he was naked from the waist down; her hand crossed his thigh like a spider and fingers quickly curled around the growing shaft
.
"Go on.” she urged as she slowly stroked the length.
She was, remarkably well practiced. It wasn't long before he was quite fully erect. "The way you looked on your hands and knees while you ere *pant* cleaning up. Oh Gosalyn. I'm a terrible father..."
Gosalyn shifted and throwing aside the sheet she turned and bent and the hips to bring her head to his loins. Drake's hands moved of their own accord. One. Went to the yellow clad derriere that was beside him the other. Went to those red pig tailed tresses.
***
She couldn't believe it. She was actually about to do it. Her father was certainly bigger than Honker but she was ready. It was time to put all that practice to work.
She rubbed her beak against the pink flesh, slowly down from the head and back up. The hand on her bottom sent a tingle up her spine and the hand on her head sent one down to match; they both met around her chest and sent her heart a flutter. It was really happening. She had to be quick though. Morgana had told her very clearly about some of her father's kinks.
***
'Gosalyn, just so you know, you father has an eye for panties, a thing for beak jobs and a raging erection for anal' she had said.
"Anal as in up the-"
Morgana nodded,
***
She was prepared, even as she let her tongue work over the head of his dick she was preparing. Getting things good and wet. She couldn't pop out a bottle of baby oil. She was supposed to be an apparition so her other prep would have to do.
She didn't mind. Her father tasted different. Saltier was the only word that came to mind but there was more to it than that. She just loved it. The way it tasted, the smell, the ay it felt in her mouth when she got her beak around it and started bobbing her head. She tried to stifle her gag reflex long enough to deep throat him she tried but she just couldn’t concentrate enough. The hand that hand gotten into her panties was responsible for that. Her father had surprisingly good hands. Strong but nimble, they were teasing her in ways she was unprepared for. She always thought she had done a pretty good job with herself but now she realized just how direct she had always been with her self-explorations. Her dad, her dad was taking the 'scenic route'. Deliberately toying with the lips of cunt, purposely avoiding the most sensitive areas, teasingly close but never touching. It made her hips writhe. She was starting to understand how he managed to keep a succubus for a fiancé'.
Then he moved. . It was quick and sudden. One moment she was practically sixty-nining her father, the next she was kneeling on the bed; chest to the mattress, bottom to the air and her panties torn and on the floor.
"Gosalyn I-I-" even now he was apologizing, some part of him still would not let go,, It occurred to her this was one of the things she admired about her father. She had done her best to give him a guilt-free out and yet in his mind... he was still trying to hold back.
"Just do it dad. Anything you want. Just do it" she muttered. Not quite the line she was supposed to use but her mind was slipping. She knew what was coming. She didn't need to feel the cock pressing up against her button. Morgana’s words floated in her mind.
***
"It will hurt Gosalyn, I won't lie, but whatever you do, you must not cry in pain. That will push his fatherly spirit into over drive and break the spell"
***
If the spell broke now, it would destroy her father. He would take a knife to his throat for certain.
When she felt the head start to press, she took a relaxing breath, and bit the bed sheets. It hurt, Morgana was not kidding. It hurt. She had been careful to prepare herself; she applied a healthy amount of baby oil to bottom, even using two fingers to work it inside. It still hurt. The head spread her ring slowly and the rest of the shaft followed. Felt like he was going to try to get it all in on one go.
“No pain, no gain Gosalyn” she thought to herself.
The hips pulled back. That was an entirely new sensation. Two inches and then forward again. His hands were under her, between her thighs, going for the sensitive nub of her clit. Pleasure mixed with pain, and that throbbing cock pressed forward again. Deep, relaxing breaths; it was actually a little easier and , by the time he hilted she was able to take the sheets out of her mouth.
"That's it dad... show me how much you love me" she groaned.
He complied. Eagerly. However, he was never rough. Slow, and gentle. Each thrust and that hand, those fingers on her clit. The pain was becoming more of an afterthought, a ghost of a sensation; what had supplanted it was the strange feeling of fullness. The pressure was just so... exotic. She suspected that anyone else would have made this experience quite unpleasant. Even as his thrusts were quickening he never pressed too suddenly and when she felt the warmth splashing, filling her she could only give a contented sigh. It felt good.
They panted together for a minute or more before he pulled out. He was a little shaky. She knew why. The potion. The faster the heart beat, the greater it's effect. It was putting him back to sleep again. This was good. She needed time to prepare... and to sit on an icepack for a few minutes.
***
A dream within a dream. Drake Mallard could hardly believe what he had done. He had just sodomized his only adopted daughter. It was guilt oppressive enough when he had wholly believed it to be a psychotic dream but if the phantasm that now spoke to him in dream was telling the truth. It wasn't.
"Morgana how could you?!" he was angry, incensed outright enraged. Never had he felt so disgusted with himself and betrayed at the same time.
"Dark, Drake, I will be here when you've calmed down" she said smoothly.
It was Morgana's way of telling him to blow off some steam and that she would not hold anything he said or did against him. He could think of many things he would like to call her, she who had helped and assisted his daughter on this. He knew better, he knew, from experience, he would regret every word he said. Besides he trusted her, she must have had a reason.
"I'm calm Morgue, I'm calm. Just tell me. Why?" he said after a deep breath.
"Because, she wanted it Dark. You know how she is after all. If you try to stop her she gets more headstrong and determined"
"Deja Vu"
"Isn't it darling? When she first came to see me I thought to merely go along with her to remove the notion of ‘forbidden’ from her mind.” The apparition sighed, “It went far deeper than I thought Dark. In the end I thought it best to guide her so neither of you would be hurt"
"But if you had told me-"
"You would have been prepared and been able to resist."
"Well yeah that's sort of the way things should work. I know for a succubus it may seem a little-"
"Darling, did you consider what such a rejection would do to Gosalyn?"
"Do to her?"
"A young girl's first deep crush is a very influential thing. Rejection would likely scar her sense of self worth in terms of sexuality and relationships. That would follow her for the rest of her life"
He thought and sighed, "So the only way to save my daughter from one hurt was to do something so amoral that-"
"Dark, she's very much aware. She came up with this plan. You did not tempt or seduce her; on the contrary, she has been the one manipulating you into this. She is the one in control, not you. At least not until now"
"That's another thing. Why tell me now? If you hadn't said anything this would have been perfect"
"I've been watching, always a shiver to see you corn-holing. " she grinned, The humour was lost on him, "But I did it because for this to have the best effect... you need to be fully aware for her next visit and choose to do so voluntarily"
"Why?"
"For her future, having you unable to reject her is one thing but having you willingly accept her ..."
He understood.
"I can wipe this conversation from your memory if I need to or you want me to Dark, I can also have her stop if you want"
He shook his head.
"Is that because you agree with my logic, or because maybe this is something part of you has wanted as well"
"A little of both. So, what do I do? Just continue to act like a mindless zombie"
"Oh the spell and potion didn't do that. You were at the wheel so to speak": Which I suppose is why Gosalyn isn't bleeding after her first experience with sodomy. Can you imagine if it had been anyone else but you?"
"I'd rather not" but he could see her point. He was careful, because even in his delusion he never wanted to hurt her. Some teenager would not be so careful.
"And that's exactly why you should be the one to take her other cherry. Think of it as... setting the bar"
He smiled a little, "But how will she know I'm not under some mind control?"
"I trust you to know when Dark Darling, now steel yourself. She will be back soon"
The apparition faded. Morgana was good. Frighteningly good now that he thought on it. He still had a little guilt but only the merest amount now. He would still steel himself. Much to his surprise, he could already feel a certain part of himself steeling as well.
***
Gosalyn took her time.
The ice pack felt like heaven on her kiester after the ploughing she got from her father. Not that she regretted it. Anal was never something she had considered and now she would consider it further.
She waited the better part of an hour. Occasionally passing by her father's room to refresh the sleeping spell and hypnotic charm, it was hard work this but she was almost there. The next step in the plan called for her to done her Quiverwing costume. This would be it. Just to be extra daring she made sure the skirt fell just a little higher than usual. She pause d at the door at took a deep breath before stepping in.
Well timed, her father was just starting to rouse from the stupor. She took her position and readied herself. He opened his eyes.
"Ah you're back" she made a point of looking herself over, "Now is there any particular reason you’re picturing me as Quiverwing?"
She had to keep a stoic face, calm, collected. Pretend as if she had only just come into existence as it were. What he said surprised her.
"I-I think I know why, could you come closer?" his voice was quiet.
She complied. This was new, but maybe the barriers were down or at least weakened by the last go around. He took her in his arm and her heart skipped several beats. When he embraced her, she knew keeping up the charade would be harder this time. He was embracing her not as a child, but as a woman, of sorts, though somehow maintaining the familiar paternal warmth; it was bliss.
Then his hands slid down her back, over her bottom and down her thighs. They slipped to her front and as they ascended, buttons were undone. She would be naked before him two minutes later, staring down at his lap and the once again fully erect member. Hesitation, she felt it for a moment, she thought it would be the end of it but he embraced her once more, kissing at her neck and shoulders, guiding her to kneel astride his lap. The head of his cock brushed the red fuzz over her mound. Again, she hesitated, this time he would wait. There was something different this time; she couldn't quite put her finger on it. The hesitation passed and she eased herself down; it was like the butt fuck all over again. Then he moved, turning; she was on her back,
'Straight up missionary, go with the classics' she thought. She would be 'disappointed'.
His beak was at her neck, then her shoulders; lingering about her small breasts, tongue and lips paying homage to each nipple. Then lower, to her belly. She knew where he was going and that he lingered so long about her thighs and belly drove her to madness. His lips planted against hers and all composure vanished. His tongue, that tongue, she imagined what it would feel like to be eaten out. What girl didn't? Her imagination left her quite unprepared for reality. IT wasn't even three minutes before she was bucking and moaning in orgasm. She though she heard herself scream 'Oh Dad!' but she couldn't be sure.
Then he slid himself up again. Still panting from her climax, he pressed himself against that thoroughly slick and wet mound. There was no hesitation. He pressed in. It hurt, just a little, compared to the anal adventures before this was far easier to deal with and more pleasant. He was just as careful as then, slow shallow thrusts. An inch at a time. Back and forth, his member throbbing in her, pressing against the sensitive virginal walls, stretching them outward. Honker was going to have some big boots to fill. Not that she would tell him that.
The thrusts were coming faster now, deeper, each one moving her against the mattress. Their hears were beating much faster again. Again, she could swear she heard herself scream 'Oh Dad!' several times. She couldn't be sure, for a moment she wasn't even sure she was in her own body. The sudden withdrawal of her father jolted her back then she felt the warm splash of cum against her belly. Twice, she had lost her virginity twice in one day.
***
They lay together, she in his arms, his chin on her head. The warmth sent the first icy daggers of guilt plucking at her heart. Her father would never remember this, she could never allow him to remember and she would have to-
"I have to hand it to Morgana, she really knows her spells," he whispered to her.
"Yeah she does, she's really-" it hit her like a pickup truck. "D-Dad are you?"
"Yes pumpkin, I am"
The colour drained from her face, "Oh no I screwed something up didn't I-"
"Shh-shhh pumpkin it's okay. You did well. It was Morgue that snapped me out of it."
"But she said she was going to-"
"She did dear but honestly, would you have really been happy if I'd stayed a puppet?"
"No, honestly no.” given everything else, Gosalyn wondered if Morgana hadn’t planned this from the start. ”How long have you been you know... awake?"
"Since after our first exploration. To be fair Morgana gave me a choice. She said she could wipe our conversation from my mind and I would go through the whole thing as a puppet.
"
"And you chose to be awake? And remember? Why?"
"Because that was what was best for you pumpkin"
He kissed the top of her head once again. She signed. The guilt was already gone. "Thanks dad. Sure you'll be alright?"
"I will, but er don't expect me to do this sort of thing too often. A father can only take so much"
"Deal, but I'm still gonna flash you from time to time" an impish grin was crossing her muzzle.
"Don't make me spank you"
"That sounds like an idea. Maybe when my butts not so sore"
They both laughed and fell asleep in each other's embrace.
END
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
And that's the money shot. I hope you all have enjoyed this as much as I ebnjoyed writing it, Feel free to leave any comments or reviews so I know where I messed up, where I did wel and how I can do better.
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