Riley’s dad knocked on his bedroom door. Riley had been fast asleep, startled by the sound; he looked outside and saw it was still late at night. As the little nine-year-old lion stirred awake, he heard the door to his bedroom creak open. His father stomped in, still in his work clothes, disheveled and smelling strongly of booze. He hiccuped and stumbled as he made his way over to Riley’s bed, and Riley knew exactly what was coming next.

His dad had been doing this ever since he was little, not long after Riley’s mother had left them. Riley didn’t really know what happened to her, but his dad started drinking a lot afterwards. Riley thought his dad was really nice; he always got Riley all kinds of gifts, and he knew he was always working hard to keep Riley happy because he would always come home really late from work. A lot of the time, though, he’d also come home drunk. Riley liked it when his dad was affectionate with him, but when his dad got drunk, he got very affectionate, sometimes more than Riley could handle. He would start to kiss Riley differently, with a lot more tongue and drool. He would put his hands on parts of Riley that nobody else was allowed to touch. He would play with Riley’s pussy; his dad really seemed to like his pussy.

When his dad got drunk, though, he also got really sad. He would talk a lot more about mom, and Riley’s dad almost never mentioned her if he didn’t have to. And he’d say weird things about Riley that he wouldn’t ever say when he was sober. And he’d make Riley do weird things that he didn’t always like.

“Riley, you – hic – awake, sport?” asked his dad, placing a paw on Riley’s thigh.

Riley rubbed his eyes, holding his rabbit plushie in his arms. “I’m awake, daddy. Is it daddy playtime again?”

“Fuck… Have I really been… touching you that much?” his dad asked, too drunk to really care all that much. He slid his hand under the blankets and toyed with the elastic band on Riley’s pajama pants. He slid a paw underneath, rubbing it against Riley’s undies, pressing up against his pussy. Riley fidgeted, squeezing his little rabbit plushie. “You don’t mind daddy playtime, do you, Riley? Is daddy – hic – allowed to play with you still?”

Riley gulped. There were parts of daddy playtime that Riley didn’t like very much at all. But there were also lots of nice parts, like when his dad would finger him or touch his clit. He also liked all the hugs and kisses; there was always lots of hugging and kissing. More than anything, though, Riley liked how happy it made his dad to play with him. The last thing Riley ever wanted to do was make his dad any sadder. “I like daddy playtime, I promise. You can play with me.”

Riley’s dad chuckled, and pulled his son close. “You’re such a good kid, Riley. Daddy really loves you.” He pressed his lips against Riley’s mouth, and Riley felt him try to slide his tongue inside. Riley relaxed his jaw and opened his mouth wide, his dad thrusting his tongue into his maw, licking around inside of him and causing his spit to get all over Riley’s face. Riley still didn’t know if he liked these special daddy kisses all that much. He liked how they made his pussy feel really nice and warm, but hated how much his dad stunk of alcohol, and hated how he could always taste it on his tongue. Riley didn’t know why his dad drank so much since it seemed like it tasted really bad.

Riley’s dad slid his tongue out from his son’s mouth, moving his hand away from Riley’s pussy and around his waistband. Slowly, he shuffled Riley out from his pajamas, and held his naked son close, running his hands all around Riley’s body and caressing his fur. “You’re always so – hic – soft, Riley. I love how you feel in my arms.” Riley blushed. He liked when his dad said stuff like that.

Riley’s dad took Riley into his arms and placed him down at the foot of the bed, his legs dangling off the edge and spread so his dad could get a view of his little pussy, now thoroughly soaked. He ran his hands along Riley’s hips, pulling himself close. He pressed his muzzle up against his son’s pussy, letting out a warm, heavy breath. He took a deep whiff, his nose pushing against the tip of Riley’s clit. Riley shuddered, his father’s grip on his waist tightening ever so slightly. Chills ran down his body. “You would’ve been such a beautiful little girl, Riley…” his dad said, gently kissing Riley’s clit, “just imagine you in a – hic – cute little dress, with an even softer little pussy… I think I’d have gotten you pregnant, Riley. God, I wish I could get you pregnant…” 

Riley didn’t like how much his dad talked about wanting him to be a girl, or getting him pregnant. He always mentioned it whenever he got drunk like this, sometimes telling him how he would’ve been as pretty as his mom, with a nice, full pair of tits to match. Nobody else’s dad seemed to say those kinds of things to them, but then again, Riley had still yet to meet another boy with a vagina. Riley always worried his dad would love him less once his mane came all the way in and he didn’t look so much like a girl anymore.

His dad let out a drunken hiccup before slowly opening his maw, letting his tongue roll out and flop gently over Riley’s hole, the tip ever so slightly pushing itself in. He nuzzled up against Riley, getting his juices all over his fur as he slid his tongue in a little more. Riley whined and squirmed as his dad flicked his tongue up and down inside him, squeezing his dad’s head between his thighs. His dad pressed his tongue into Riley as far as it would go, rolling it around gingerly as the cub kicked his little legs in response. “Daddy, that's weird…” Riley moaned, his breath getting heavier and heavier.

Riley’s dad slowly pulled his tongue out from inside of his son, licking his lips to savor the taste. “Mmm… tell me you’re my good little girl, Riley. Can you do that? Can you be my good little girl?”

Riley huffed. He hated this part. “I don’t wanna be a girl, Daddy. Please stop.”

“Oh, Riley…” his dad said gently, before rubbing his lips softly on the tip of Riley’s clit. He let his tongue graze it for a moment, and Riley let out a stifled moan. “Only little girls have pussies this cute. You’re meant to be my little girl. I love you, Riley. I do so much for you, every single day. Can – hic – can you do this for me, baby?”

Riley sighed shamefully. He always felt bad telling his daddy no. His dad was always so sweet, and worked so hard every day to get Riley anything he asked for. He even got Riley special toys for his pussy so that he could play with it while his dad was out at work. It wasn’t fair to him that Riley be so selfish. His shoulders slumped. “Okay, I can do it,” he said, frowning. His dad immediately let out a warm, wet breath of excitement.

“That’s my good girl,” his dad said, “I knew she was there. One moment, sweetheart, I got – hic – something for you today.”

Riley’s dad began fumbling through his pocket, and pulled out a small metal cylinder. He uncapped it and twisted its bottom to reveal a bright pink lipstick. Riley’s face went hot. “Just a little bit of makeup, Riley. It would make you so beautiful…”

Riley’s mouth quivered, but stayed shut. He didn’t want to upset his dad, especially since he got it for Riley as a gift. He didn’t know how much lipstick cost, but the bright golden sheen of the metal container told him it wasn’t cheap. His dad pulled up close next to him, breathing heavily on his neck as he put the lipstick against Riley’s little maw. After a few applications, his dad smiled, holding Riley’s face in his paws. “You look gorgeous, baby. Just like mommy.” He kissed Riley, pushing his sloppy tongue into his kid’s mouth and wrapping it around Riley’s tongue. When he pulled away, a string of saliva trailed behind with him, and a small pink patch of the lipstick had imprinted itself on his own mouth. Riley giggled. “Heehee, you got some on you!”

Riley’s dad chuckled, rising to his feet. He unbuckled his pants, pulling down his fly and shuffling his boxers down enough for his hefty, veiny cock to flop out, dripping at its end. “I think I want you to – hic – get some more on me. Can you help me with that, sweetheart?” He stepped forward, the end of his fat cock rubbing against Riley’s lips, covering them with pre. 

Riley looked up at his dad. His eyes were groggy and his mouth was constantly agape, panting and drooling as he waited for Riley to help him. His dad always looked so desperate when he was in a heat like this. Riley closed his eyes and slowly parted his lips, his dad pushing the head of his cock between them and into his mouth. As he pulled it back out, a long, pink streak got left behind on his shaft, glistening and sparkling. “Good girl…” said his dad, once again thrusting his cock back into Riley’s maw, each thrust pushing it a little deeper and a little further into the cub’s throat. Riley gagged softly, trying to catch his breath. He never really liked this part; he always thought it was kind of uncomfortable, and a little boring. He had developed a habit of putting his hand to his crotch and rubbing his clit whenever he had to blow his dad. He liked how warm it felt, and it seemed to make his daddy really happy. “That’s right, sweetie,” his dad said, picking up the pace. He put a hand on Riley’s cheek, caressing him. “Toy with your little clit. Good girl. You must be having so much – hic – fun with your daddy right now. Wanna slip a finger in for me?”

Riley let out a sound of agreement, drowned out by the sounds of his father’s slick cock fucking his face. He ran his other hand down to his pussy and pressed a finger inside; it was already so wet and loose from his father’s tongue. He began to moan, rubbing his clit faster and he moved his finger in and out of himself, quickly graduating from one finger to two, then two to three. He bounced his little hips around as he played with himself, trying to shove it as far in as he could get it. His tail started to wag. 

“You love the taste of daddy’s dick that much, huh?” his dad asked. Riley didn’t have the heart to tell him he was really only interested in fingering himself – not that it mattered ,since his mouth was too filled with cock for him to speak. His dad brushed his mane out of his face, taking his other hand and placing it on the back of his boy’s head. “Good girl… Here, you can – hic – have even more.”

Suddenly, Riley’s dad picked up the pace, grunting and shouting as he facefucked his son as fast as he could manage. Riley felt his head bounce around, only kept on his father’s cock by the hand holding the back of his head in place. He gagged and spat as his dad relentlessly used his throat, all of his lipstick now spread across his father’s shaft like a fine, pink veneer. He thought it did indeed look quite pretty. Maybe his dad was right; maybe he did make for a beautiful little girl, even if he didn’t really want to be one all that much. “Ngh… I’m so close, Riley,” said his dad, moving his other hand to the back of Riley’s head and pushing him down further onto his cock, “Can you get ready for me?”

Riley was so happy to hear those words, because it meant his dad was done facefucking his maw. He felt his dad release his grip on the back of his head and immediately pulled away, gasping for air. Spit flew out of his mouth and dampened the bed below. His dad’s thick cock twitched, ready to explode, covered in pink girly lipstick and kid drool. Riley knew what his dad wanted to do next; he didn’t mind this part so much, because it made him feel good, too – when his dad wasn’t being too rough with him, anyhow. He laid down on his back, his legs up in the air and paws kicking around idly. His dad’s hands caressed his stomach, tracing gently along his fur and down to his pussy. His dad stood over him, drooling, letting the spit fall down to his fingers and get them all wet. With his other hand, he placed the little rabbit plushie in Riley’s arms. Slowly, he pressed his fingers into Riley’s pussy, making his kid moan in pleasure.

“Such a good daughter…” said his dad, panting, his words coming out in drunken slurs. “You’ve been riding your – hic – special toys like daddy asked, right? Staying all nice and loose? Daddy wants to put his cock in you, baby girl. You’re gonna get pregnant tonight.”

“I-I can’t get pregnant, daddy,” said Riley. Sometimes when his dad was drunk he’d forget that Riley was infertile, and he hated having to remind him because it always made him so sad to hear it.

This time, though, his dad leaned in close to his ear, pushing his fingers deeper into Riley. “Shh… Tonight you’re my – hic – baby girl, Riley. And girls get – hic – pregnant when their daddies cum inside them.”

Riley squirmed, his dad pressing right against his G-spot. He squeezed his rabbit tightly in his arms as he whined with pleasure. Riley’s pussy dripped as his dad pulled his drenched fingers out from inside his son. He came up close to Riley, lining his cock up with his hole. He pressed the tip against him. “O-Okay, daddy,” Riley said, “Um, I’ll try to get pregnant for you tonight.”

“Yes you will,” his dad said, lapping his tongue against his son’s cheek. “God, I wanna marry you… Kiss me, baby. Kiss me like we’re married.”

Riley didn’t know what that meant; he had never been married, and the way that married people kissed didn’t seem to be very different from the way he and his daddy kissed each other. As he locked lips with his dad, however, tongues rolling around one another, he felt his dad push his cock deep inside of his vagina, slickened with Riley’s spit and his pussy juices. Riley let out a loud gasp, silenced by his father’s maw pressing his tongue down into his throat. Slowly, his father picked up speed, his cock sliding in and out of his son’s hole, squelching on each thrust inward. Riley let go of his rabbit plushie and clawed the bed for stability, his whole body shaking as his dad fucked him ravenously. His dad grabbed him by his hips, moving his son on and off of his cock as he snorted and roared in pleasure. He finally freed his son from his messy, drunken kiss, his drool splatting directly on Riley’s chest. “Nff… Fuck, Riley, I’m gonna get you pregnant. God, I’m gonna – hic – get my own daughter pregnant…”

Riley could only muster small squeaks and moans as he bounced around on his father’s dick, his hole constantly being ravaged open and closed. He always worried it wouldn’t close again properly after his dad fucked him. He felt himself growing increasingly wet as his dad picked up speed, his pussy growing number and number as his dad used him. Eventually all Riley could feel was the constant tingle of penetration and the back and forth jostling of him shaking on the bed. It felt like he was practically leaking.

His dad leaned back down to meet him face-to-face, pressing their snouts together. “Say you wanna marry me, Riley. Please.”

Riley didn’t know if he wanted to marry his dad. As far as he was aware, boys could only marry girls, and he didn’t want to be a girl. He wanted to be a normal boy with a dad who didn’t make him wear lipstick or suck his cock. But Riley knew he wasn’t a normal boy, because normal boys didn’t have dads who loved them as much as his dad loved him. His dad did so much for him, and even if he made him suck his cock, he always made sure that Riley got to feel good, too. His dad did so much for him, and he really did love his dad, so it was only fair he did things for him, too. “Y-Yes daddy. I-I wanna marry you.”

“Again. Louder, sweetie.”

“I wanna – ngh! – I wanna marry you!”

“Fuck… M-More. Keep going, baby.” His dad put his hand to Riley’s clit, rubbing it with his finger. Riley let out a long, deep moan as his dad played with him. “Keep going ‘till your daddy cums inside of you.”

“I wanna marry you! I wanna marry you! Please, daddy, I wanna marry you!” Riley roared, the sensation on his clit too much for his little body to handle. If being married to his dad meant he would play with his pussy like this more often, it didn’t sound so bad after all. Suddenly, his dad picked him up from the bed, throwing Riley’s arms over his shoulders and cradling his body as he continued pounding his hole upright. It reminded Riley of when his daddy used to bounce him on his knee when he was really little. He liked how that felt.

“Fuck!” shouted Riley’s dad, giving his kid another deep tongue kiss as he thrusted his cock as deep as he could down his son’s pussy. He grunted wildly, still making out with his child as he poured rope after sloppy rope of his thick cum inside of him. It poured out from Riley, sliding down his father’s cock and mixing with the lipstick that still colored his shaft. He kept rubbing on Riley’s clit until the little boy began kicking his legs around, his tail standing straight up as he moaned loudly into his father’s wet muzzle. Slowly, the two pulled out from the kiss, both wheezing heavily and drenched in sweat. Riley’s father gently lowered him back down onto the bed, taking great care as he slid his cock out from inside of his son. He held Riley’s pussy open with his paw as he admired his work, his hole full of his own father’s cum.

Suddenly, his father’s expression went sour, and he started hastily putting his clothes back on. “I… I’m sorry, Riley. I think I’ve had – hic – too much to drink tonight. I… I shouldn’t keep doing this to you.”

Riley hated to see his father so sad. He got up and gave him a big hug, cum slowly dripping down his leg as he embraced his father. “It’s okay, daddy. I don’t mind. We can be married if you want. I’m just scared about having to be a girl.”

Riley’s dad looked down at him sweetly, placing his paw softly on Riley’s chin. He bent down and gave his son a big hug right back, kissing Riley softly on his neck. “Oh, Riley… I love you so much, Riley. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you scared. You don’t have to be a girl for me to love you. I really do love that you’re my son, I promise.”

Riley’s face lit up. He kissed his daddy on the cheek. “I really love you too, daddy. But, um, how are we gonna get married then? Are you gonna be the girl?”

“Oh, Riley, boys can marry other boys if they want,” his dad laughed. He picked Riley up and held him in his arms, gingerly grooming him with his tongue. “Do you want to be married, Riley? Would you like that?”

Riley smiled, cum still leaking from inside of him. “Yeah, daddy. I think I’d like that a lot.”