Laila stared out the passenger window of her father’s car, watching the traffic slowly droll by. She hated being stuck in traffic, but today was particularly annoying.  The gray wolf squirmed in her seat, with her paw in her crotch. She didn’t bother being discreet. She had complained to her father about her need to pee nearly twenty minutes prior, but traffic had hardly moved more than a couple of miles.  To make matters worse, they had several miles left before their exit, which then left them with another ten minutes of driving before they got home. She pressed her paw against her crotch, trying to hold back a whimper as best as she could. 
	“Doing okay over there, sweetheart?” her father asked, his voice light and sympathetic.
	“I gotta go…” Laila whined, squirming 
	“I know hun, but there’s nothing I can do. We’re stuck here. You can hold it for me, right princess?” Lyle, her father, asked. There was a curious tone to his voice. Almost as though he was enjoying his daughter’s desperation. 
	Laila paused, neither nodding or shaking her head. “I don’t know…” she mumbled.
	It was Lyle’s turn to squirm. He felt his sheath begin to swell.  “You don’t think you can stay dry for daddy?” he cooed. 
	Lail felt her face flush. She knew that her father was enjoying this. She began to wonder whether he had taken the long way home on purpose, knowing that traffic would be a problem. “I really gotta go pee, daddy,” she replied. To emphasize her point, she held herself between her legs with both paws, and squeezed her legs together. 
	The male wolf felt his heart racing. His plan had gone how he had hoped.  Picking up his daughter from her shift at work was usually a routine adventure. He had convinced her to go along with him for a short drive. She had warned him that she needed to pee before they left, but he convinced her it wouldn’t be that long. But when he saw the traffic on the highway, he couldn’t help himself. He knew full well that their drive would have at least twenty minutes added to it. 
	Laila wriggled in her seat.  As she squirmed, she caught the scent of her father’s arousal.  She looked at him, and began to pout. “You’re enjoying this!” she fussed.
	Lyle smirked at her, showing off his big lupine teeth. “Whatever do you mean, princess?” he said slyly. 
	“I can smell your cock!” Laila protested.  The small sports car made it very difficult to hide scents, and Laila could easily smell the musk coming from her father’s crotch. She felt her body begin to warm, realizing that this was all part of his plan. He’d set her up. 
	“Are you sure that’s me? That could be anything,” Lyle said in his same sing-song teasing voice.  He knew that Laila had caught on to him. His plan to make her desperate was spur of the moment, but it was something that he was more than happy had played out.  
	“Seriously, if you wanted to play you could have just asked! You didn’t have to make me actually desperate. I could have just pretended for you…” the wolf girl grumbled. 
	“Where would the fun be in that?” Lyle said. His cock twitched in his sweatpants.  He could smell his own arousal now, thick in the air and filling the cabin with his masculine scent. There was no denying it, and he didn’t care. 
	Laila huffed. “Please just pull over or something, I’m really going to wet my pants!” 
	“Tsk tsk. Right after daddy got you out of diapers too” Lyle replied, his tone one of mock sympathy.
	“Is that what this is about? You know I can’t wear diapers to work….” Laila said with a huff. 
	“And the pullups that I left out for you?” Lyle asked, giving her a cheeky side eye. 
	“I don’t want anyone to find out that I’m still not all the potty trained…” Laila mumbled.
	“Can’t believe it, 20 years old and I still have a daughter who can’t keep her panties clean,” Lyle cooed.
	Laila huffed, and turned her head back out the window. “Well maybe I’ll just pee in your seat then.”
	The older wolf felt his cock begin to leak. The warm wetness of precum soaked into his briefs, and the scent of it mixed with his musk.
	“Oh my god, this is really turning you on!” Laila said. Her panties quickly matched the wetness of her fathers, threatening to become even more wet soon. Her arousal began to rise with Lyle’s, and she knew that her protests were falling on deaf ears. He was getting exactly what he wanted. 
	Lyle shrugged. “I thought you had already figured out by now that I love it when my little girl has poddy accidents in her big girl panties~” 
	Laila shivered. The whole situation was so naughty, but all the same very arousing.  She did know that Lyle enjoyed watching her wet herself, but normally they kept their antics in the house.  Their taboo relationship was hardly a secret, but they didn’t like to flaunt it either. It wasn’t nearly as common for wolves to “keep it in the family” as it was for foxes, so they got a few more upturned noses from people when they found out the nature of their relationship.  And that was without the big secret of it all.
	Laila always had “potty problems” growing up. While the rest of her classmates might have struggled with bedwetting at the very worst, Laila hardly went a full week without clean panties during the day. Even at night, it was a rarity that she only wet the bed. Roughly half of the week, she’d wake up to find that she’d soiled herself as well. And the biggest secret of them all, was that only about half of these “accidents” were actually accidents. She loved going in her pants, and given her track record of doing it, she always got away with it. And on top of it, she enjoyed when her accidents were actually accidents. As much as she enjoyed going in her pants, she really was only part way potty trained. She routinely forgot to use the bathroom, and didn’t realize it until she was filling her panties, or feeling warm wetness flow down her legs.  She was a potty pants, and she loved it. Sure, it was a little embarrassing, but she got over it. Her friends came to accept it too, against all odds. Laila just had accidents, and it was part of who she was. But if anyone knew the truth, she always wondered if it would be different.
	Despite it all, Lyle never once chastised her for it.  He also never pushed her back into diapers, or pullups, if she didn’t want to wear them.  She knew that she probably still needed them, but she was already so seemingly embarrassed about her potty problems that it felt like such a big ask to be put back in diapers. And yet, without him knowing, she always secretly wished she could just go back to being daddy’s little girl, wearing big thick poofy diapers again and not worrying about having her potty accidents ever again. 
When she got her first job at a grocery store in high school at the age of 18, Laila secretly bought herself a pack of diapers.  She wore them in private, and couldn’t get enough of them.  She was careful to keep them hidden for several months, until she made the mistake of wearing one to bed.  Lyle found her bed clean and dry, which raised suspicion. After a quick investigation of her room, he found both the package of diapers, and also the used diaper balled up under her bed. Lyle had nearly ruined his own undies at the sight of it, because he too had a secret.
Lyle had gotten more than his share of comments along the lines of “Laila sure has problems using the potty, huh?” from concerned parents.  But he got sympathy, being a single father and all. Once it got past a certain age, people stopped commenting as much, attributing it to a medical issue. But the truth was, Lyle had never really properly potty-trained Laila. He knew it was wrong, but he figured that if she really wanted to be potty trained, she’d figure it out herself. But she never really seemed to. And he had no issue with cleaning up after her. He missed his little girl, and when he saw her used diaper under her bed, he knew he had her back.
“Daddy, I don’t think I can hold it,” Laila whined, her squirming becoming more frantic.  
“Uh oh, is my little princess going to havva accident?” Lyle cooed.
“I c-can’t hold it, daddy…” Laila whimpered. She squirmed a bit more, holding her crotch tightly. She huffed, whined, and panted, until she felt her body give up. She moaned as she felt her body give way, and her paws were quickly warmed as she began peeing all over them. The thin fabric of her panties did nothing to stop the flow. It burst out of her loudly, hissing into the fabric of the car seat under her. It splattered loudly against the seat, and she didn’t bother trying to stop the flow any further. She removed her paws from between her legs, and leaned back to relax in the seat as she soaked her panties and skirt. 
Lyle was enraptured by the sound coming from his daughter as she wet herself.  He wasn’t remotely concerned about the seat of his car. It had been peed in more times than he could count, so this was nothing new. It had been treated to remove any lingering odors, so other than the obvious stains in the tan fabric, there was no real issue of Laila soaking it with her pee. The scent of her fresh pee filled the car, and overwhelmed his own musk.  His cock slid fully out of his sheath, and tented his sweatpants. He idly rubbed at it with his paw, watching Laila soak her panties next to him. 
Laila moaned in her own pleasure, enjoying the warm wetness spreading under her butt, and the relief of her aching bladder finally emptying. Her stream eventually died off, but she had more left in the tank. The stream that had erupted out of her was completely without control. But she hadn’t fully emptied herself as a result of her body losing control. 
“Daddy…I went poddy in my panties,” Laila said, putting on her best playful pouty voice. 
“Awww, it’s okay sweety. Daddy will change you when we get home, okay? Just be a brave girl for me until then,” Lyle said, nearly panting. 
“I still godda go too…” Laila said, starting to sucking her thumb.
“You already went in your pants, baby. Go ahead and let the rest out, if you need to,” Lyle said. His breathing was getting heavy. His cock throbbed obviously in his tented sweat pants. 
“Okay daddy,” Laila said around her thumb. She closed her eyes, sucked her thumb, and relaxed her bladder once more. She quickly felt more warmth blossom out from her crotch, and she used her free paw to rub at the damp fabric pressed against her pussy. She sucked her thumb needily as she peed her pants. She pushed hard, trying to spray as much as she could into her pants as quickly as she could. In her efforts, she felt something else begin to push its way out of her.  Rather than announce it, or try to stop it, she just sucked her thumb even more as she began to push a warm mass of mush into her panties. She grunted around her thumb, pushing more and more sticky wolf mush into her panties.  She didn’t bother holding back, completely filling her cute pink panties with her “accident”. 
Lyle’s sensitive canid nose immediately caught the scent of what had filled his daughter’s panties. He couldn’t help himself as he let out an aroused whimper, and felt the fabric of his sweatpants grow more and more damp. His cock was leaking pre-cum steadily.  He wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to stop himself from cumming in his pants at this rate.  He was nearing a hands-free orgasm simply from the sounds, sight, and smells of his daughter using her pants as a potty.
With one final grunt, Laila pushed the rest of her “accident” into her pants. She opened her eyes, and blushed as she saw someone in another car staring at her openly as she sucked her thumb. She didn’t take her thumb from her muzzle though. Instead, she turned to face her father, and dipped her muzzle in mock embarrassment. 
“Daddy…I went poopy in my panties,” she said, hiding her proud giggle. 
Lyle moaned. “It’s okay sweety, accidents happen,” he grunted. His body was beginning to tingle. The sound of his daughter’s voice as she lisped around her thumb to announce her potty accident was getting to be too much. 
“But daddy, I went poddy in my panties! I made peepees and poopies in my pants like a naughty girl again,” Laila whimpered in a sultry tone, her words made all that much more babyish as they were spoken around her thumb.
It was too much for Lyle. The way she spoke, the smell of her accidents, and the sounds of her piddle dripping on to his floorboards overwhelmed him.  He struggled to keep his eyes open as he began to cum hard into his sweat pants. He barked and yelped as he came, spraying hot sticky spunk into his briefs. He felt it dripping down his cock and legs as he filled his briefs with musky wolf jizz, over and over again. The older wolf dumped load after load of cum into his undies, until he had fully emptied his balls. He panted to catch his breath, and began to drive as traffic suddenly lifted, and he was able to get them on their way home again.
“Oh my, did daddy have his own big boy accident?” Laila teased, reaching over to touch his leg, where an obvious wet spot had suddenly grown on his light gray sweat pants. The smell of his cum mixed in with the scents of her accidents, almost taking over, as his overbearing maleness was strongly scented.  
Lyle panted, and looked over at her with a smirk. “You might have to take a closer look,” he teased.  
“Naughty daddy…” Laila giggled. She teased her paw slowly up his leg, going from the wet spot all the way up to the waistband of his sweatpants, and stuck her paw down her father’s pants. She let her paw explore until she felt the soaked briefs wrapped tightly around his cock as it retracted into his sheath. “Someone really needed that, hmm?” 
Lyle let his tongue hang out of his muzzle, and took the exit back toward their home. “That was just the start, princess.”
The fatherly wolf pulled his car into his garage, and got out of his car. As he walked, he felt his cum soaked briefs rubbing against his sheath, and it only reminded him of what he was planning to do. He walked over to the passenger door, and lifted Laila out of her seat. He tossed a towel haphazardly on to his seat, then carried Laila inside. 
Laila continued sucking her thumb, and cuddled into Lyle.  This is where she felt the most comfort. She was safe in his arms, and it didn’t matter how ruined her panties and skirt were, because daddy was going to take care of it all. He was going to take care of her. He was going to take care of his little girl. His princess. Her tailed wagged as she was carried, and Lyle chuckled lightly as he carried her into the bathroom. 
“Let’s see the damage,” Lyle cooed, as he helped Laila out of her skirt.  He pulled it down, and was greeted by the sight of her soaked, sagging pink panties.  Carefully, he tugged them down and slid them off her. He pulled them off, and took them over to a nearby diaper pail. “We won’t bother trying to save those. Daddy will buy you some new big girl panties,” he cooed. 
Laila just nodded, standing half naked in the bathroom, and began to squirm. “Daddy I gotta poddy again!” she said, playfully putting both paws between her legs. 
“You can make it! Use your princess potty hun, you’re so close!” Lyle said, pointing to an oversized pink princess potty seat. It was a custom-made piece, modeled after a training potty, but sized up so someone of Laila’s size could use it with ease. After all, she wasn’t allowed to use the big girl potty yet. 
“I don’t know daddy. If I move, I think it might come out!” Laila whined.  She pretended to take a step, and then froze as she began to pee right on the floor. She spread her legs, and sucked her thumb once more as she let loose her bladder all over the bathroom floor. It splattered below her, and began to create a large yellow puddle on the tile. 
Lyle didn’t bother trying to get her to use the potty. He just watched in pleasure as his little princess peed on the floor. “You almost had it, baby,” he moaned, his cock springing to attention once more. He was transfixed, hardly able to form a proper thought as he watched Laila pee on the floor.  
Laila finished her “accident” and then went over to sit on the potty anyway. “Does this count daddy? Can I still have my treat?” she asked, spreading her legs to show off her cookie.  
Lyle wordlessly nodded. He went over to Laila, and gave her a kiss between the ears. “You did so good hun. Let’s get you your reward. But first, let’s clean up that messy bottom of yours, hmm?”
Laila nodded, and stuck her thumb back in her muzzle as she was lifted from the training potty. She let Lyle carry her over to the large changing table, and felt him slowly lower her on to it. She shivered as Lyle cleaned her bottom with wet wipes, ridding her fur of any remaining mess from her potty accident. Then, where cold wet wipes had once been, Laila suddenly felt Lyle’s warm tongue beginning to lap at her.  She moaned as he diligently licked her all over, cleaning the piddle out of her crotch with his warm, flat, canid tongue. It brushed over her cookie, and she made pleasured squealing sounds around her thumb as her daddy began to focus on her slit. 
Lyle grunted and growled as he began to properly eat out Laila.  He lapped at her pussy greedily, tasting her arousal and piddle as he licked more and more. His cock began to swell once more, and he thrusted his hips instinctually. His body was working on autopilot as he licked Laila lovingly, savoring the taste of her with each lick.
Laila squirmed and whined on the table. She was already overwhelmed with arousal from her accident in the car, and then peeing on the floor in front of Lyle. It wasn’t going to take much for him to make her cum.  Her body grew warmer and warmer, and began to tingle. It started with her groin, and then it grew further out into her body, until eventually even the tips of her ears were tingling with orgasmic pleasure. 
“Daddy, I’m gonna…I’m gonna…haaaaaah!” Laila cried out, cumming hard. Her body clenched and writhed as she came, bucking her hips against her father’s muzzle with each jolt of pleasure radiating out from her pussy. She began to feel herself squirt, and felt Lyle’s loving muzzle catching it with each pulse of her pussy. 
Lyle held his princess firmly to the table as she came. He expertly hit each of her favorite spots as he continued licking her as she came.  He didn’t want to stop until she couldn’t cum any more. So, he licked, and licked, and licked greedily. He growled possessively as he let the taste of his daughter’s pussy consume him. 
Laila didn’t know how much more she could take. Orgasm after orgasm left the room spinning, until eventually the heat in her began to cool, and she was left panting on the changing table, dripping and drooling from her pussy. 
Lyle wiped his mouth clean, and waited for Laila to return to her senses.
“Good girl, princess,” Lyle cooed. 
“I’m daddy’s good girl…” Laila mumbled in her post-orgasmic stupor. 
“That’s right, you’re my good girl. Forever and ever,” Lyle stated.
“Daddy’s good girl who isn’t potty trained~” Laila giggled.
“Mhmm, and you never have to be,” Lyle said comfortingly. 
“Gonna go poddy in my pants forever,” Laila confirmed.
Lyle chuckled, but his own arousal was becoming a bit hard to contain. He was willing to let Laila come back to reality, but the throbbing in his sweatpants needed attention. He could still feel the wet spot from when came in his pants, and the scent of his cum was making his sex drive unstable. It wouldn’t be long before he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from mounting her right on the changing table. 
“Daddy needs a reward too,” Laila babbled, popping her thumb back in her muzzle. “Daddy needs to make stickies in me.”
Lyle felt his fur prickle at that comment. It was becoming too much to resist. He quickly shed his pants, and tossed them to the side. He slid his cum-soaked briefs off, and handed them to Laila. “Here’s a treat for being so brave in the car,” he said, his voice taking on a rough growl.
Laila wordlessly took them, and began to sniff the spunk-stained undies.  She squirmed on the changing table, sucking her thumb and sniffing her daddy’s cummy undies, feeling like the luckiest princess in the world. 
Lyle couldn’t hold back any longer, but as he went pull himself on the changing table, he felt his own bladder begin to gripe at him. It wasn’t uncommon for male wolves to need to pee before sex, with the habit of marking their lovers being common practice. So, after crawling on to the changing table, he felt his leg lift.  Without warning, he let loose his bladder all over Laila. He growled as he marked her with his urine, the deep yellow liquid soaking into the soft white fur of his daughter’s belly. 
Laila gasped as she felt Lyle’s warm pee begin to soak into her fur. It was far from the first time that he had marked her. Any wolf within ten feet of her could smell her father’s mark on her on a regular basis. A warning to any potential suiters that she was claimed by a large male, and assuring that they would back off. She belonged to him. So, as she felt her daddy pee all over her, she giggled around her thumb and happily let it happen. 
Once Lyle’s bladder had emptied itself, he got to work quickly. He lined his cock up with Laila’s dripping canid pussy, and began to push himself inside of her.  The two wolves shared a gasp as Lyle entered her. He loved the familiar wet warmth of his daughter’s pussy, tightly gripping his knotted cock. It was like heaven every time. He felt Laila squirm under him as he began to slowly work his hips, being careful not to go too fast too soon. His knot bumped against her, and he knew he couldn’t knot her. At least, not yet. 
The female wolf sucked her thumb needily as her daddy began to breed her. She felt him rocking her body against the soft spongey material of the changing table. The bathroom was full of so many of her favorite scents. Her potty, her diaper pail, the puddle of pee on the floor, and most importantly, the scent of her daddy. The scent of his masculine piss, which had soaked into her fur, was nearly intoxicating. She huffed his spunk filled briefs needily, and licked at the wet spot. She could taste his maleness. His masculinity. She could taste her daddy, and it was all she wanted to taste in that moment. But the briefs were hardly enough for her. The more she sucked her thumb, the more she wanted something else in her muzzle. But she knew she’d have to wait for that kind of treat. For now, she was happily spreading her legs to let her daddy have his fun. 
As she felt Lyle begin to work his hips faster and faster, she heard him grunting and growling. If he wasn’t giving her such exquisite pleasure, the sounds would have frightened her. Her daddy was big, even by gray wolf standards. A former football player, his body was broad and muscular, and held her easily against the changing table. She imagined, briefly, that she was her mother fucking Lyle for the first time. The same cock that had created her was now filling her pussy, thrusting in and out of her. She felt so lucky that her mother had given her up, because that meant that her father’s cock belonged to her now. 
Laila felt her father’s hand pull her thumb out of her muzzle, and she opened her eyes to look curiously at him, but she quickly felt her own thumb replaced by his. She closed her eyes once more, and needily suckled her father’s thumb. She loved the taste of it, even more than her own. There was only one more thing that belonged to her father that she enjoyed having in her muzzle more than his thumb, and she would have to be patient for that. 
Lyle growled and barked as he bred his daughter passionately on the changing table.  The mingling scents of the bathroom was driving him into a frenzy. He was so caught up in the moment he had forgotten to grab a condom from the bathroom vanity. He’d gone raw into Laila before, but they had planned ahead previously.  This time, he was going to fuck her full of his puppies, and they’d have to go get the pill in the morning, if they even remembered.  The large male wolf was too far gone to worry about anything like that in the moment, though. The only thought on his mind was “breed”, and that’s exactly what he intended to do. He was thrusting his hips quickly, grunting and snarling with pleasure as he bottomed out inside of her. He desperately wanted to knot her, but didn’t want to knot her quite yet. He didn’t want to waste any time which would get in the way of the next round. 
The soft, not-potty-trained wolf moaned loudly as she felt Lyle’s knot bumping against her. Between her whines, she sucked needily on Lyle’s thumb. She was lost in the moment, forgetting about everything that had happened that day. She wasn’t worried about the puddle she had secretly left in one of the aisles of the grocery store. A different, much younger shopper had gotten the blame for that, by his mother. She wasn’t worried about the fact her coworker had commented that something “smelled like wolf pee” in the breakroom. She wasn’t worried that she knew her coworkers suspected her of having potty problems. All she was worried about was making her daddy cum. She squeezed her pussy tightly around his cock, trying to milk him further. She wanted to feel his cock twitching, and filling her. 
The grunting, panting, male wolf was going to give Laila what she wanted, and soon. As he felt her begin to squeeze his cock, he felt himself begin to tip over the edge. He barked and yipped, and his thrusts became more erratic, until eventually he was overwhelmed by an explosion of tingling pleasure. He howled loudly, and began to cum. He came hard, his cock jetting out stream after stream of thick, potent, virile seed deep inside of Laila.  His balls contracted, helping squeeze out every possible drop of spunk he could release at that moment. His entire body went numb from the pleasure. Every nerve ending cried out in pleasure as he filled his daughter’s pussy with his musky wolf spunk. 
	Laila felt her father cum inside of her, and her vision went white. She couldn’t even hear his loud howls, as her body was sent into overdrive.  She suddenly came, whining and mewling around her father’s thumb as he came inside her. She could feel the warm seed spilling out of her, running down her pussy and pooling below her. In that moment, she too cared very little that Lyle was cumming inside of her without a condom. She had forgotten to take “the pill” for the past week anyway, but she’d forgotten to tell him before their playtime.  The thought of her dad knocking her up with his potent seed drove her wild, and she came hard around his cock as it pulsed inside of her. His virile wolf seed filled her, so much so that it was spilling out because there was no room left for any more. If he had knotted her, there was no doubt she would have gotten pregnant, and swollen up with his cum as the knot would have prevented even a single drop from spilling out. 
	Lyle eventually returned to reality, and his own vision returned. He panted and got his breath back, then looked down at what he’d done. In his post-sex clarity, he chastised himself for doing something like this. It wasn’t a big deal, he’d just pick up a morning after pill tomorrow, or make sure that Laila had been staying on top of taking her birth control. It was just a hassle, and a little extra money he had to spend. But it was at least a worthwhile expense, and he had only a little regret as he enjoyed the sight of his cock slowly retreating back into his sheath, pulling out of his daughter’s cum-filled and dripping pussy. 
	Laila laid on the table and caught her breath as well, feeling her daddy’s cum ooze out of her. She didn’t bother moving, just lying in the pleasure of her afterglow. She felt her bladder begin to empty itself, and she didn’t bother trying to stop it. It pushed out some of the spunk, and began pooling on the changing table under her. She sighed contentedly, knowing that her daddy would clean her up again, and take her off for even more “rewards”. 
	Laila’s daddy watched as Laila began peeing on herself again, and he chuckled to himself as he waited for it to stop.  Once the stream had died off, he began lovingly licking her clean once again. He huffed as he licked her between the legs, tasting her pee and his own cum as he cleaned her up. It was a familiar, and not all that unpleasant taste. He didn’t mind the taste of his own spunk. Nearly every male was used to the taste of their own, as it was common practice to suck yourself off as long as you could reach. No more unusual than using your paw. So, it made cleaning Laila all that much more enjoyable. 
	The large male wolf picked his daughter off the changing table, and carried her to the shower. 
	“Aww, why do we gotta shower?” Laila pouted.
	“Gotta make sure you’re all clean before I bring you in my bed,” Lyle explained, turning the shower on. 
	“I get to sleep with daddy tonight?” Laila mumbled, nuzzling into Lyle’s chest.
	“You’re not leaving my sight ‘til tomorrow,” Lyle growled playfully.
	Laila giggled, licked her father’s chin. “What’s tomorrow?” she asked.
	“It’s a surprise,” Lyle said, giving her a wink.
	Laila didn’t bother asking any further. She liked surprises, and even if she didn’t, she knew Lyle wouldn’t say anything more. 
	The two showered quickly, washing out the scents of their sex, and Lyle’s pee, and replacing it with fresh clean scents.  They both knew the scents wouldn’t last long, but they would at least smell nice for bedtime. After they dried off, Lyle scooped Laila up once more, and carried her over to her potty. 
	“Come on, go potty for daddy before bedtime,” Lyle cooed.
	Laila giggled, and obediently sat on the potty. She closed her eyes, and pushed, and began peeing loudly into the plastic potty. “I’m doing it!” she cried out gleefully.
	“That’s my good girl,” Lyle cooed, openly playing with himself as he watched Laila use her “big girl potty.” 
	Once Laila was finished peeing, Lyle lifted her up, licked her pussy dry, and then held her close to him. He carried her easily to his bedroom, and laid her down gently on the bed. The sheets crackled under her, and she giggled knowingly. Even though she had her own bed, Lyle kept plastic sheets on his own bed because Laila loved sleeping in daddy’s bed. And both Lyle and Laila knew that she was not going to keep his bed dry. 
	The younger wolf looked up at her daddy, and gave him her best “puppy eyes”.
	“Daddy…” she said cutely, “can I have my special pacifier?”
	Lyle felt his sheath stir, and he grinned. “Of course, princess. Do you want me to put on a movie before bedtime?”
	Laila nodded, and wagged her tail eagerly.  She watched as Lyle crawled into bed, and grabbed the TV remote. Before he had even found a movie to watch, she had coaxed the tip of his cock out of his sheath, and was gently suckling it. She closed her eyes, finally enjoying one of her favorite treats. 
	Lyle shivered as his daughter took his cock into her muzzle. His rocket slowly slid further and further out of his sheath as he scrolled through the movies. He settled on something cutesy that Laila liked, a cartoon movie, and settled into his bed as Laila suckled his cock like a binky.  
	The naked wolf girl swirled her tongue around the tip of Lyle’s cock, feeling relaxed and pleasantly horny. They were both still calming down after their romp in the bathroom, but the wolves knew it wouldn’t be long before they were back at it again.  Laila carefully fondled her father’s balls, playing with his fuzzy sack as she sucked on his cock. She wasn’t paying attention to the movie at all, and neither was Lyle, but neither cared.  This was a moment they had both been looking forward to. Laila found that sucking the older wolf’s cock was both relaxing, and arousing all at once.  It was something she looked forward to at the end of the day. Just a special quiet time between them, as she lovingly suckled on his member.  The taste of it was addictive. She craved it. She would find herself drooling at work as she daydreamed about it. It was musky. It was salty. It was warm. It was her favorite thing to put in her mouth. 
	The male wolf felt his cock reach its full size, and his knot began to swell once more.  Laila had gone from suckling on his cock, to actively blowing him. He watched her bob her head up and down as she sucked him off. He didn’t bother trying to stop himself from cumming. He knew that he was going to want more soon, and the sooner he gave her what she wanted, the sooner her could stuff his knot inside of her like he’d been wanting to. If he was at risk of knocking her up, he might as well go all the way he figured. 
	“I’m close, princess,” Lyle grunted.
	“Owhkayy,” Laila mumbled with a mouth full of wolf cock.  She picked up her pace, and waited eagerly for her tasty treat.
	Lyle focused his thoughts on cumming, and moments later gasped as he began to let loose for the third time that day. He spurted over and over into Laila’s mouth, and watched with pride as she drank it down without spilling a drop. She was hungry for it, and didn’t waste any of her reward. 
	The daddy’s girl gulped down Lyle’s jizz hungrily, swallowing each and every load he shot into her muzzle, until she felt his cock twitching in her mouth, no longer producing any delicious seed for her to swallow. She licked her lips clean, then looked up at Lyle. “Thank you, daddy,” she said, giving him a big grin. 
	“You’re welcome, sweetheart. Now…be good, and let daddy have *his* treat,” Lyle asserted. He watched as Laila obediently laid on her back, and spread her legs for him. She was already dripping and ready for him, and despite having just blown his load into her muzzle, his cock sprang back to attention. He positioned himself over her, and slid himself back inside of her.  He leaned down, and kissed her muzzle as he pressed her against the bed. He pushed his tongue into her muzzle, tasting her in addition to the residual taste of his own spunk. This time, Lyle had a purpose with his love-making, though.  He got to work, pistoning his cock in and out of Laila, feeling her moaning into his muzzle and he continued to kiss her. He pressed her into the bed with the weight of his muscled body, holding her arms above her head and holding on to her wrists. He had her pinned against his bed as he had his way with her. This wasn’t sex, this was domination. He was showing her that he was her daddy, and daddy always gets what he wants.  Sure, he loved making sure Laila had her fun, but at the end of the day, daddy got what HE wanted. And at that moment, daddy wanted to fill her with his potent spunk, then knot her so it wouldn’t spill out. He was going to dump a load of pups into her, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
	Laila knew that there was no stopping Lyle, but she didn’t care. She knew that he was pounding her raw, and knew that even if she tried to resist, there was nothing she could do. It turned her on, knowing that he didn’t care if she came. This was about him, and she would let him have it. She had no other choice. She felt her father’s knot bumping menacingly against her pussy, and she instinctively spread her legs further to give him easier access. 
	The former football player growled into Laila’s muzzle as he felt his orgasm beginning to blossom. He gave her a gentle nibble on her chin to let her know that he was going to knot her, and immediately pushed his tongue back into her muzzle to stop any potential protesting. He slowed his pace, and became more deliberate with his thrusts, pushing his knot hard against her cookie. Each thrust he pushed a little deeper, going further and further until he finally felt the mind-melting sensation of Laila’s pussy sucking his knot all the way into her with a pop.  It only took a few thrusts before Lyle began to grunt, then pulled his head back to howl victoriously as he began to cum inside of his daughter for the second time that night. He pumped load after load of his virile wolf seed into her, cumming hard. His body tingled with blinding pleasure as he emptied his balls into Laila. With his knot stuffed inside of her, the cum had nowhere to go. It filled her, making her stomach swell every so slightly as he came over and over again. 
	Laila squirmed under her father as he came inside her. She felt her belly grow taut as he filled her to the point of no return. Without a morning after pill, there was no denying it. Her daddy was making her pregnant right then and there. She moaned in pleasure as the pulsing sensation of her father’s cock made her body shiver. She wasn’t cumming, but she didn’t care. This wasn’t about her, and she knew it. 
	Eventually, Lyle felt his balls pulsing, his hanging sack contracting as his body tried to wring the last remaining drop of his spunk of out of him, until he knew there was no more left to give. He sighed, and looked down at Laila with a dominant smirk.
	“Good girl~” he cooed, then leaned down to lick her nose.
	“I’m daddy’s good girl…” Laila moaned, starting to fade out to sleep as the events of the day began to catch up to her. 
	“Forever and ever,” Lyle cooed. He carefully eased the two of them into a more comfortable position, still knotted inside of her, and held her to him chest to chest.  He felt her breasts pushing against his chest, and his cock pulsed once more at the feeling. He knew that he’d be knotted for at least an hour, so there was no point in trying to get Laila into a diaper before bed. He’d just have to do laundry in the morning, after she assuredly would wet the bed. 
	“Mhmm…” Laila mumbled sleepily.  
	Lyle gave her his thumb to suck, which she took into her muzzle gently. She suckled it, and as she did, Lyle felt her body relax, and he knew she had drifted off to sleep.  He kissed her goodnight, and drifted to sleep shortly after. 
	The two wolves snoozed cozily, stuck together by Lyle’s knot, until it finally deflated enough for it to slide gently out of her. In their sleep, they both shivered as it slid out of Laila, but were not awoken from their slumber.  They stayed in a tight embrace for a few more hours, neither of them noticing as Laila began to squirm in her sleep. The young female wolf squirmed for a few minutes until finally coming to rest, and her bladder began to empty. She sighed in her sleep as she wet her daddy’s bed, letting loose a long stream of wolf piddle into the sheets below them. Lyle squirmed as his body felt the warm wetness spreading under him, but he did not wake up. His body just naturally pulled Laila closer to him, feeling the last of her pee spray out against him. Until eventually, the male wolf did something he hardly ever did, and began wetting his own bed. His cock sprayed a warm gush of musky male wolf piddle against Laila, and the younger wolf stirred in her sleep from the feeling of her father peeing against her.  But as tired as they were, neither woke up from the warm wetness that was soaking into the bed below them. 
	They woke in the morning, a bit chilly and cold from the wet puddle they had left in the night. 
	“Uh oh daddy…I think I peed the bed,” Laila giggled. 
	“I think so too…wanna warm it up for us?” Lyle asked sleepily, pulling his daughter close to him. 
	Sleepily, she nodded, and relaxed her bladder. Laila intentionally pushed and began to wet the bed once more, warming up the once cold puddle under them. She was still dozing somewhat until she was woken up by the sensation of a second piddle stream blasting against her. 
	“Daddy?!” she asked, giggling.
	“What? I had to go too. Not like the bed can get any more wet,” Lyle chuckled. 
	“You’re naughty…” Laila said, snuggling into Lyle.
	“And you’re covered in my pee,” Lyle said with a shrug. 
	They enjoyed the warm wet bed for a little while until it began to cool, and decided to actually get up. Laila was the first out of bed, and she told Lyle to stay in bed so she could make him some coffee. Lyle wagged his tail, and nodded. “What a sweet girl,” he said, watching her walk out of his room. 
	The male wolf’s morning wood was standing at full attention, and with Laila out of the room, he had nowhere to put it. He looked down at the red cock bobbing between his legs, contrasted against the white fur of his crotch. The white was slightly marred with a yellowish tinge from their pee, and the sight made his cock spurt out a small shot of pre-cum. He hadn’t done it in a while, but at that moment he decided to try blowing himself again, like he had as a curious pup. 
	Lyle leaned down, and took his cock into his muzzle. It tasted salty from the piddle, but also had a musky maleness to it that he hadn’t tasted in years. He had tried blowing a few other males in his younger years, and never minded it, but always preferred women. So, while the taste was still somewhat unusual, it wasn’t unpleasant. He bobbed his head, taking as much of himself into his muzzle as he could. He found a good rhythm, and lost himself in the pleasure of his auto-fellatio. 
	Laila yawned as she made two cups of coffee from the machine in their kitchen, then doctored hers up with cream and sugar. She left Lyle’s black, as he preferred, then began walking back up the stairs. As she got closer to her father’s bedroom, she heard a strange noise she wasn’t familiar with. It sounded like someone sucking cock, but there was no one else in the house. As she got to the threshold of her father’s room, her eyes widened as she took in the sight of her daddy blowing himself. She stayed quiet, enjoying the sight, not wanting to stop him.  She watched as his pace suddenly quickened, and then his hips stopped moving. She heard Lyle gulping, and watched his balls pulse between his legs. She tried not to giggle, as she watched her daddy swallow his own cum.
	Lyle moaned around his cock as he felt himself cum. It was a strange sensation feeling himself cum in his own muzzle again. It had been many years, at least two, since he had done it. He found that it wasn’t all that unpleasant. He was glad that he didn’t dislike the taste of his own cum, as it meant it wasn’t likely unpleasant for Laila either. He finished cumming, released his cock from his muzzle, felt it slap against his leg, and then licked his lips clean. He looked up, and saw that Laila had seen the whole thing.
	“Naughty daddy…” she giggled.
	Lyle waved a paw. “You were busy getting coffee,” he said.
	“I didn’t know you still licked yourself. Don’t most boys stop doing that in college?” she teased. 
	“Yeah yeah…I wouldn’t be too pleased with yourself just yet,” he said, taking the mug of coffee Laila presented to him.
	“Oh yeah? Why not?” Laila asked. 
	“Because you’re going to the store by yourself to pick up the morning after pill,” he said with a smirk.
	Laila huffed. “Aww, you don’t wanna have puppies with your own daughter?” she teased.
	Lyle rolled his eyes. “I only need one puppy,” he said, giving her a wink. 
	Laila grinned, and sipped her own coffee. “Is that all? Just picking up the pill? What’s so bad about that?”
	Lyle smirked. “Well, because you’re not allowed to use the potty today until you go get it,”
	Laila nearly choked on her coffee. “But, daddy! You know what coffee does to me…” she pouted. 
	“Well then you better hurry up and finish it, then we can go get that pill,” Lyle cooed. 
	Laila huffed, but knew that there was no changing Lyle’s mind. She finished her coffee, then waited for her daddy to finish his. 
	Lyle took his time with his coffee, going as slowly as he could to really stack the odds against Laila.  “Oh, and no shower before the store either. Don’t want you cheating and peeing in the shower,” he said.
	Laila bristled. “But, I smell like pee!”
	Lyle shrugged. “And?”
	“Everyone will smell me!” she pouted.
	Lyle chuckled. “And?”
	“Everyone will think I am a potty pants!” she whined.
	“Well, they’d be right,” he said with a grin.
	“But!” she fussed.
	“I’d spend less time arguing and more time getting dressed. You don’t want to pee your pants before you even go in the store, do you?” he teased.
	“Hmff!” Laila protested. She turned and playfully stomped out of the room like a fussy puppy, all the while her heart was fluttering in her chest.  Did he really expect her to pee her pants in public? Or, with the addition of coffee, something even further? The idea of going into the store to buy a pill to stop herself from having her daddy’s puppies, all while trying to keep her panties clean, was enough to keep her from actually raising a fuss. 
	Lyle took his time getting dressed, as Laila huffed and whined in the doorway trying to hurry him along. He didn’t bother showering either, knowing that he didn’t have to go inside. He didn’t mind smelling like pee as he waited in the car for her to get the pill. Eventually, he was fully dressed, and Laila nearly dragged him to the car to get him to get ready to go to the store.  He pretended to not be able to find his keys for a few minutes, watching as Laila squirmed in place. He wondered if she would even make it the drive to the store before she ruined her pants. 
	Laila sat impatiently in the passenger seat of her dad’s car, which was still somewhat damp from the previous night. Luckily the towel was stopping any residual piddle from soaking into her tan slacks. She already had to pee, and her stomach was rumbling.
	“Can’t you drive any faster?” she whined. 
	“I’m going the speed limit, hun. Don’t want daddy to get a ticket, do you?” he teased.
	“You’re a big meanie,” she said, sticking out her tongue at him.
	Lyle chuckled. “Aww, you don’t mean that, do you princess?” 
	Laila shook her head. “No, daddy…”
	“Good girl,” he cooed. 
	They pulled into the parking lot of the pharmacy, and Laila nearly leapt out of the car. 
	“Wait!” Lyle called out.
	“What?!” Laila asked exasperatedly. Her need to pee was a major issue, but her grumbling stomach was even more concerning.
	“Don’t forget to get baby wipes. And condoms,” Lyle said with a big smirk.
	“Is that all?” she asked, bouncing in place.
	“Get yourself something as a reward if you want. Daddy’s treat,” he said, handing her his credit card.
	Laila just nodded her head, and crossed her legs as she bounced in place.
	The wolf girl nearly ran into the store. She couldn’t believe she was doing this in public. She contemplated getting back at Lyle by buying herself something really expensive as a treat, but couldn’t think of anything immediately. The idea of it was tempting enough for her to begin browsing the other aisles of the pharmacy for something that she might want. She found the baby wipes and the condoms quickly, and got a bit cocky with how much time she thought she had left. She began to go up and down the aisles to find herself a treat, and as she looked, she quickly realized she had overestimated her timing. A small bloom of warmth spread down her crotch before she was able to stop herself. She needed to get the pill and get out, or risk causing a scene. 
	Laila waddled quickly to the counter and was greeted by an otter boy in what looked like his mid-twenties. 
	“Hi! How can I help you today?” the otter boy chirped happily.
	“Morning after pill,” Laila blurted. She had no time for pleasantries.
	“Oh…uh sure, I’ll be right back with that,” he said, trying to maintain his professionalism. He wandered off to grab the pill, then saw the space for it was empty. “Oh, looks like we don’t have any on the shelf here. Let me see if we have some in stock,” he said, going to his computer. 
	Laila whimpered as she waited. More and more squirts of pee began to leak out of her, and her tan pants did very little to hide it. She knew that anyone who looked at her would see the dark stains running down her legs, but she was trying her best to at least not leave a puddle on the floor.
	“Yep! Got some in the back, let me go grab that for you,” the otter said helpfully, then disappeared into the back.	
	The wolf girl squirmed in place, as her bladder slowly leaked more and more. To her horror, she felt her tail begin to rise on its own. 
	“No no no…” she mumbled to herself, but there was no stopping it. A pressure pushed against her tailhole, and she did her best to resist. But it was no use. She gasped as she felt the first wave of mush push into her panties. She managed to stop more from coming out, but her pants were now drooping somewhat from the mess she’d pushed into her pants. 
	A coyote mother with her young son passed by, and the mother waved a paw in front of her nose. The motherly coyote stopped in her tracks, and leaned in to quietly talk to her son. “Sweety, did you have an accident?” Laila heard her ask.
	“No, mommy!” the boy loudly protested.
	“Honey, it’s okay if you did. But I think you went poopy in your pants,” the mother said reassuringly.
	“No!” the boy said again. 
	The coyote mother rolled her eyes, then gently patted her son on the rump. “Hmm…I guess it isn’t you,” she said with a shrug.
	“That lady!” the boy said, pointing a finger at Laila.
	Laila froze, feeling the eyes of the two coyotes on her. There was no way she could deny it. Her tail was lifted, and there were obvious trails of wetness down her legs. To make matters worse, a second wave of mush forced its way out of her and filled her panties. Another burst of piddle warmed her panties, and the wet stain stretched even further down her legs. 
	“Oh…” the coyote mother said, averting her eyes.
	“That lady is having an accident!” the boy said giggling.
	“Hush, Chippy. I’m sure she’s very embarrassed,” the mother said, trying to get the boy to start walking again.
	“Mommy, you should give her a pullup like when I have accidents!” the boy said. 
	The coyote mother just shook her head, and pulled the boy along.
	“Bye lady! Sorry you hadda accident!” the boy called out loudly. 
	Laila just stared at the floor. She knew there was no point in trying to hold it in any more. She gave up the fight, and felt her bladder let loose. Her piddle streamed down her legs and pooled around her feet, and she watched the puddle grow in size. As she watched, her stomach growled loudly one last time before pushing the rest of its contents into her pants. It filled her panties quickly, miraculously not spilling down her legs.  Despite the humiliating scene, Laila couldn’t help but feel aroused. She was a little girl again, pottying her pants at the store like she’d done countless time before with her daddy. Only this time, her daddy was in the car waiting for her instead of right next to her to carry her away. 
	The otter boy returned with the pill with a big smile, but his smile wavered as he caught the obvious scents of piddle and mess. “Uh…I found it!” he said, trying to remain polite. “I can ring you up here if you like.” 
	Laila just quietly nodded, and handed the condoms and baby wipes to the otter. He rung up her items, and she paid for them. 
	“Have a nice day!” the otter called out politely, not bothering to hide his gaze as he stared at her on the way out. 
	“Sorry!” Laila called out, as she saw the otter realize in horror that he would have to be the one to clean up her mess. 
	Laila quickly marched over to her daddy’s car, got in, and sat down with a squelch. She felt her mess spread all over her rump, and she looked at Lyle with an angry pout.
	Lyle just grinned a wide lupine grin, sporting an obvious erection in his sweatpants. 
	“You’re mean!” Laila protested. 
	“You know, you didn’t have to go along with it,” Lyle said with a shrug. “I never heard the back out phrase,”
	Laila huffed. It was true. She had never backed out of it with their agreed upon phrase, “I need mommy.” They had agreed upon that phrase because it was something that would never be said as a mistake. So, as she sat in her soaked and messy panties in her daddy’s car for the second day in a row, she just stuck her tongue out at him and huffed. 
	“Guess someone really likes when people see her go poddy in her big girl panties,” Lyle cooed. 
	“Yeah, you do!” Laila pouted.
	Lyle looked down at his tented sweatpants and shrugged. “Guess that makes two of us. Don’t think I can’t smell how horny you are~” Lyle cooed.
	Laila huffed and buried her face in her paws. She couldn’t deny it, especially not to him. It was so exciting to have such a public accident again. It reminded her of all the very public accidents she had as a kid. Only this time, her daddy wasn’t immediately there to save her. And, it was far less socially acceptable. 
	“Can we just go home now please…” she begged. Not only did she want to clean up, but the arousal she was feeling was sending her over the edge. She was ready to tear her pants down and rub herself right there in the car, if she didn’t get home soon. 
	“My pleasure~” Lyle said, putting the car into drive and quickly driving their way back to their house. 
	Lyle idly played with himself to stay hard as he drove, and took in the scents coming from Laila. The scents of her potty accident, mixed with the scent of her arousal, made it all that much easier for him to stay erect.  His briefs dampened with pre-cum as he drove. He knew he wouldn’t likely last much longer either until he accidentally came on himself. But as their house drew nearer, he knew he’d be okay. 
	The two wolves pulled into their garage, and Lyle closed the garage door. He turned the car off, and then unbuttoned his seatbelt. He quickly got out of his car, and hustled over to the passenger side. However, rather than letting Laila out of his car, he adjusted her seat suddenly so that she was now laying back.  He clambered into the passenger side of his car, and loomed over Laila.
	The wolf girl looked up at her father as he positioned himself over her. The positioning was somewhat intimidating, and she felt her crotch warm as her bladder unintentionally voided itself as a fear response. She’d only seen her father get this feral once before, and she knew that she wasn’t actually in danger, but the man looming over her could hardly be called her father at that moment. He was a feral beast of a man, who was going to have his way with her. 
	Lyle pulled his pants and underwear down to reveal his fully aroused cock. It throbbed, bounced, and dripped between his legs. A low growl emanated from his chest. Laila soiled herself again, her body reacting to the masculine presence. He smelled the piddle and mush that seemed to be pushing out of Laila in waves as she looked up at him. He wordlessly opened the fly of her pants, and tugged them downs slightly just enough to reveal her ruined mint green panties. He extended a single claw, and carefully tore them away, revealing her cookie to him. He moved forward, and shoved himself into her. There was no slow and steady this time. He fucked her roughly in the seat of his car, growling and barking like the wolf he was. He was claiming her once again. He pulled his cock out and aggressively began to spray her with his piss. It came in waves, spraying her over and over again, ruining her clothes. His pee streams died off, and he pushed himself back into her again.
	Laila panted, whined, and squirmed as her father fucked her roughly in her car seat. She felt her messy panties squelching under her with each thrust of his hips. She was slowly leaking pee as a fear response, and any moment that her hips raised with his she filled her panties with more mush.  She wasn’t truly scared, but her body reacted as though she was. And yet, all the same, she was incredibly aroused by it all. She moaned in pleasure as her father mated with her. The feeling of his canid cock stuffing her so aggressively was so different than usual. It was animalistic. It was dominating. It was a male wolf in his true form, showing her that he could do whatever he wanted with her. She was undeniably his, and she loved it. She felt herself getting closer and closer to an orgasm, despite how much she was pissing and soiling herself in fear. 
	Lyle felt his knot beginning to bump against his daughter’s mound, and he didn’t bother trying to stop himself. He began to roughly push his knot back inside of her, and as his body became overwhelmed by his primal urges, he finally popped his knot back inside of her. He came over and over again, filling her up once more with his potent, virile, wolf seed. He shot load after load of sticky, musky spunk deep inside of her, and growled with each pulse of his cock. It seemed to be endless, as he shot a constantly pulsing stream of cum into his daughter. 
	The wolf girl cried out as she was roughly knotted. But through it all, her body suddenly sang with white hot pleasure as she began to cum. She whined submissively as her father bread her, and she came around his cock. They had both lost their place in time and the world, and in that moment, they only knew each other. They were bonded in a way that went further than words or feelings could describe. They would never be able to explain their bond to others, and they didn’t care. They didn’t need to. The two wolves had each other, and that’s all that mattered. 
	The male wolf slowly came back to his senses, and he realized what he’d done. His ears flattened against his head, and he quickly began his after care. He gently began to lick Laila’s face, showing his regret for how rough he was.  “Oh princess…daddy is so sorry,” he apologized. He licked her face over and over, assuring her that he loved her. 
	Laila just relaxed in her afterglow. The roughness of it all was already a second thought to her. Now she was daddy’s princess again, and she was fine with that. Even with the aching between her legs, she didn’t care. She did protest a bit when Lyle repositioned himself so he could roll them both out of the car, so he could carry her inside. They would have to stay tied like this for a while, with Laila’s soaked and messy pants still around her waist. 
	Lyle carefully took her inside, and to their favorite recliner in the living room. 
	“Daddy…” Laila said sleepily.
	“Yes, princess?” he replied warmly, rubbing her back and giving her gentle kisses.
	“I still gotta go poddy…” she said with a tired giggle.
	“Go ahead and go hun. We’ll clean up later,” he said comfortingly.
	Without a second thought, that’s exactly what Laila did. She relaxed her bladder, and peed all over Lyle. 
	The male wolf’s cock twitched, and it let loose a few more jets of spunk inside of her as he was peed on, but he mostly just enjoyed the warmth of it all. Not just the warmth of the pee soaking into his fur, but the warm weight of his daughter snoozing gently on top of him 
	As the two of them slowly began to fade into a well-deserved rest, Lyle wondered just how bad it might be if Laila didn’t take the pill after all. Laila would always be his princess, but eventually even a princess can be a mommy too.