Bluey: 609

Content Warning: Age-Diff (AdultM+6F), Father-Daughter Incest, Mild Cum-Inflation, Cervical Penetration, It Just Fits(!), dubcon, caught(!)

 

“Daaaad?” Bluey asked as she walked up to find her dad head-first in a kitchen cabinet.

“Yeah, kid?” Bandit responded, “Aw, who tightened this last? It's really on there,” he continued, under his breath.

“What're you doing?” Bluey wondered, standing beside her father's hip as his upper half was hidden within a cabinet. It was a perfectly lovely day that her dad seemed to want to spend under a sink for some reason!

“I already told you; I'm fixing the sink.” Bandit responded flatly. “C'mon yah bugger,” he strained.

“Why?” Bluey continued, bouncing from heel to toe as she clasped her hands behind her back.

“Because it's broken,” Bandit responded.

“Why?” Bluey continued to grill, giggling.

“Because someone decided to try and put an orange down the drain," Bandit continued. “Awh, c'mon already'.” Bandit grunted.

“Why would someone put an orange down the drain?” Bluey asked with a giggle. Bandit froze for a moment.

“…Some things can't be known, kid. Make yerself useful and hand me the big red wrench.”

“The red one?” Bluey looked into the tool box, “The one that's wearing a belt? Or the one that's a little man?” Bandit froze again, thinking quick.

“Uh. The one wearing a belt,” he said. sticking his hand down. Bluey placed the wrench in his hand, and it disappeared back into the cabinet. “That's it, yer in trouble now ya' buggah,” he muttered under his breath.

“What does a wrench need a belt for, anyway?” Bluey asked, trying to look into the cabinet to see what her dad was doing, but it was too dark in there. She could only see the flashlight precariously propped under his arm.

“Helps ‘im do his job. Don’t you have somethin' to be doin', Bluey? Your mum might want some help out in the garden.” Bandit brokered, with fading hope for a bit of solitude.

“She said she had some very important reading to do, and that she had all the help she needed with Bingo. But you look like you need help, so here I am!” Bluey said with another giggle. Bandit groaned.

“Awh, of course she did. C'mon, ya'- hnng…” Bandit strained, before, “A-HA! Got ya'! Now the bucket and…" Bluey heard a clunk and the rushing of water, and climbed up on Bandit's stomach to look in the sink.

“You did it, Dad! It's draining!” Bluey said, her tail wagging briskly as she watched the water level drop and eventually swirl down the drain.

“Oof! Easy kid, jeez! We just got the water out, now we gotta' get that orange out of the disposal.” Bandit said, scooting the bucket of nasty sinkwater over his shoulder in the cramped space.

“Daaaaad?” Bluey asked, again, after a moment.

“Yeah, Bluey?" Bandit responded after rolling his eyes.

“You don't need a belt to help you do your job, right?” Bluey asked as she turned around and sat down on her dad's stomach, her wagging tail brushing at his bellyfur. Bandit didn't mind; at least she wasn't jumping on him.

“That's right, kid," Bandit responded with a confident grin to himself.

“Because you have a tool box for your tools,” Bluey observed.

“Yup!” Bandit grinned, trying to knock the orange out of the drain trap. “Awh, now you're gonna be a pain, eh?” he muttered under his breath.

“And you have a pouch on your belly to carry them in too?” Bluey asked as she looked down.

“Yup! … Wait, what?” Bandit said once he processed what Bluey said.

“This!” Bluey giggled, reaching down and grasping Bandit's sheath. "It's a fuzzy squishy pouch to help you carry your tools! Bandit tensed under Bluey.

“Mate, you know t-that's not what that's for,” Bandit said, a little awkwardly, thinking even faster. “Hey Bluey, fetch me a screwdriver or somethin' to poke at this drain pipe with.” Bluey giggled and complied, handing her dad a long screwdriver from the tool box. She took one for herself, too.

“Are you suuuuure? It looks like it'll hold tools just fine,” Bluey said, sliding the screwdriver's handle down her dad's sheath. Bandit's eyes crossed at the sensation, his toes curling. Not that the kids knew it, but he was an absolute sucker for a bit of sheath play.

“Bluey!" Bandit gasped, despite being unable to stop himself from laughing. "Cut that out!” Bluey didn't listen, naturally, and probed that screwdriver's handle in until it disappeared entirely, just the shiny metal bit sticking out.

“Hehe! See? It's good at holding stuff! And then…vwooop!” Bluey pulled the screwdriver back out, giggling as it slipped free. “Tool pouch!”

“Alright, alright! That's enough!” Bandit abruptly exclaimed while laughing, struggling to wriggle himself out from under the sink. He shifted and fidgeted and shimmied around until he made the terrible discovery that his elbows couldn't get past the edges of the opening, and he couldn't bring them in any closer… “Wait a second…I'm stuck!”

“You're stuck?! Really, Dad?!” Bluey asked, giggling with sudden excitement as her tail wagged harder.

“Yes! Go get your mother!” Bandit shouted, struggling still and trying to figure out how to un-wedge his elbows from inside the cabinet.

“Eeee! Oh, no way big guy… I know JUST what to do. Let's play…”

“Oh, don't say it…”

 

This episode of Bluey is called…

 

 

Bandit struggled desperately under the sink as he felt Bluey grasp his sheath again and squeeze it. Her little hands were so soft, he couldn't help but throb and swell within his sheath, to the delight of the little girl sat backwards on his hips.

“Hello Mister Tool Pouch!” Bluey giggled, sticking her finger down inside it to feel around. “Oh! Someone's home! Hello Mister Pointy Pink!” Bluey mused, as Bandit squirmed and desperately tried to un-wedge himself from under the sink, with little progress if any. He couldn't help but keep laughing at the puppy playing in his sheath, though.

“Bluey, - hehehah! - knock it off! I'm really stuck, here!” Bandit plead, though he couldn't stop his response to the soft little finger invading his sheath and teasing directly between it and the sensitive, slippery flesh inside. “Awh, jeez kid, have you been talkin' to your mother?" he muttered under his breath as he felt his erection growing beyond his will. Bluey ignored him, giggling.

“Oh, hello, are you coming out to visit, little man?” Bluey mused, tapping the pointed canine tip as it began to stick out of its holster.

“Not that little…” Bandit muttered.

“Shush, you! Welcome out to dad's belly, Mister Pointy Pink! It's a lovely day out, even if Dad is kind of smelly,” Bluey giggled.

“Hey! I've been working thank you very much!” Bandit protested.

“I'm Bluey! I'm your new neighbor. I just sat here a few minutes ago. It is so lovely to meet you!” Bluey giggled, “Would you like to shake hands?” she asked before grasping that protruding pink flesh and giving it a few gentle tugs and strokes in her soft little fingers. Bandit squirmed and groaned under his breath, struggling less as his daughter's grip smeared a fresh drizzling of precum down his flesh. 

“Ah, B-Bluey,” Bandit muttered, squirming a bit less as Bluey's fingers pushed his sheath back further. “Gah, where did you learn this game, kid?”

“From watching you and mom from the patio!” Bluey giggled. “Oh, you're bigger than I thought Mister Pointy Pink! Hello!” the Heeler puppy giggled as she lifted Bandit's cock up and scooted forward so it touched her belly. “Gosh, I'm not sure if you'll fit, but would you like to come in for tea? Mum showed me how to make it!” She shifted forward and smashed her puffy puppy spade to the shaft of Bandit's erection, giggling. “Oh, you're awful warm! Please come inside!” Bandit had to try not to laugh at Bluey's choice of words.

“Bluey, mate, t-that's enough…” Bandit muttered, only feebly struggling before he felt the squish of the puppy's little fortune cookie smearing along him. She was slick, and warm, and it'd been a few days since his last… “Ah, Bluey!” Bandit gasped abruptly, as he felt a warm squish of puffy pussy-flesh at his cocktip.

“Now let's see, how do we get you in the door?” Bluey wondered, still ignoring her stuck father, though his protests did make her giggle slightly. “Oh, right! Squish just here and then…down!” She pushed back and felt Bandit's throbbing cocktip spike her entrance, the younger Heeler giggling and pushing back as it began to slip inside, stretching her immediately to her limit as she leaned back against Bandit's tip. “Ah..! Oh, there, you found the door Mister Pointy Pink! Please come inside! It might be a bit of a squeeze,” She giggled and gave a soft little vocalization as she worked and, slowly, that tiny, tight tunnel began to stretch wider around Bandit's sturdy cocktip, before a half-inch slipped inside her.

“Haa! B-Bluey!” Bandit gasped, half in panic and half in pleasure as his erect cock throbbed and welled up precum as it squeezed against the intensely tight entrance of his daughter. “H-haaa…ah, kid,” he gasped, curling his toes as the pleasure began to override his better judgment. Bluey giggled and squirmed, grinding against him and working herself down until she felt Mister Pointy Pink slide slowly into her. Bandit's eyes crossed, and all struggles ceased.

“Oh, it is a tight squeeze! I'm so sorry Misty Pointy Pink! It's looking like you might have to stand half inside and half outside! You much too big for my kitchen!” Bluey giggled, squirming her hips as another fraction of an inch wedged into her spade. She gave a little excited vocalization as Bandit arched his hips up.

“Ah, mate…y-yeah he's gonna come inside, uh,” Bandit mumbled under the sink, planting his feet flat on the floor with his knees spread, while Bluey squirmed her butt back toward his lap and dug another inch of his cock into her.

“Ah!” Bluey gasped as Bandit's erection jabbed firmly against a spot just behind her bellybutton. Bluey giggled even more as she squirmed her taut little spade against her dad's knot at the same time. “Eep! Sorry Mister Pointy Pink! I guess my house really is a little too small for you!" Bluey giggled as she panted, squirming her hips forward and back. “Oh, it's very nice to have you over though..!” she panted, shivering as she felt Bandit's pointed cocktip kissing her cervix over and over. “Ah! T-that's the attic door!” Bluey giggled, working her hips around to keep that probing up. “You can knock on it if you like, but I don't think it opens!” Bandit squirmed and writhed beneath her, before finally relenting and working his hips upward in response, panting in the cramped space under the sink - having completely forgotten about clearing the drainpipe he was still holding.

“Awh, Bluey…y-you really know how to do a proper job,” Bandit mumbled to himself as his toes curled and his eyes rolled back in his head. “Jus' like yer mum, yeah,” he panted. Bluey squirmed around a bit more, thinking. 

“Hmmm, how did mom make tea? Oh, right! Once she got up here, she bounced up and down like a Hippity Hop..!”

“Bluey-wait!” Bandit gasped, bracing himself. Bluey lifted and dropped into Bandit's lap with a bark! as Bandit's cock smashed to her cervix and bowed it inward under the weight of the little girl's gravity-assisted drop..

“Ah! W-woah, big fella! All you had to do was say you wanted to come the rest of the way in!" Bluey gasped, giggling. “Gosh, yer bulging the walls out you're so big!” Bluey exclaimed, bolstering her dad's pride just a little bit. The Heeler puppy looked down at the lump pushing up behind her bellybutton and held it under her paw as she tried bouncing again with a giggle, building a rhythm just like she saw Mom doing a few nights ago, each drop into Bandit's lap jabbing anew at her attic door and making her bark out another giggly yelp of giddy pleasure. Bandit throbbed, his knot swelling up big and strong, giving Bluey a nice bumper to bounce her stretched spade off of as she eagerly bounced in her dad's lap.

“How the…?” Bandit muttered to himself, gasping as Bluey pounded his pointed cocktip off of her cervix again and again, until the puppy yipped again and suddenly dropped fully into his lap. Bandit felt the second intensely tight ring stretch over the last inch of his cock as Bluey slipped all the way down to his balls and his knot, impossibly, popped snugly inside. “B-Bluey, mate, ah!" Bandit gasped after just a minute more, shuddering as his hips jerked and a blast of hot Heeler family values painted the inside of Bluey's immature womb, plumping her little puppy belly with enormous pulses of his hot cum. Bluey howled out and giggled hard as she shook and shuddered atop her dad, her little tunnel fruitlessly trying to milk at the massive cock that invaded her belly, pushing up a clear outline of cock and knot in her tummy fur, and the swelling deposit of daddy-cum.

“Ah! Mister Pointy Pink! You found your way into the attic! Eeee!" she squealed gleefully and giggled while she rode Bandit's pulsing member, her belly stretching more and more. "Ah - b-but you're spilling your tea!” she giggled out as she saw a ribbon of white finally leap from between her and her dad as she felt his rich heat swelling her tummy and rushing back down to splash out around her dad's throbbing knot. “Ah! V-Very rude that you'd just keep doing it too!” she laughed as her dad bucked and gave her a ride on the Bandit Rodeo, utterly lost in his climax.

“Bluey? I heard yips! Are you okay?” came the sound of Chili from the doorway.

“Mom! Look! Dad's stuck!" Bluey yipped from her spot, now tightly fastened to her father's lap by his knot. She was still leaking solid jets of her dad's cum out as he kept pulsing up into her.

“BLUEY!” Chili shouted in shock.

“Help! I'm stuck!” Bandit shouted.

“I can see that! What do you think you're doing with our daughter?!” Chili shouted.

“We're playing the game you and him play together at night!" Bluey yipped happily, still panting.

“I'm stuck under the sink!” Bandit clarified, legs kicking. Bluey giggled as the rodeo resumed, her dad's hips shaking and bucking under her. “Help me!” Bandit begged.

“What- Bluey Christine Heeler! Have you been spying on us?!” Chili asked, abruptly.

“Yes!” Bluey giggled, honest as ever.

“And you're taking advantage of your dad while he's stuck under the sink?” Chili asked, and Bluey giggled again.

“Yeah. He's good at it, too.” Bluey said.

“Mommy, what are Bluey and Daddy doing?” came the little voice of Bingo from behind Chili.

“Playing a game,” answered Bluey and Chili immediately.

“Guys! Dad! Stuck! Help!” Bandit, exasperated, cried.

“Well… I suppose that so long as you're okay and you had fun, we can TALK about this later. For now, I think it's best if we let your father stay right there and think about what he's done. And when he finally lets you go, maybe Bingo and I can take a turn before helping him out. What do you think, girls?”

“Oh, biscuits,” Bandit groaned.

“Yeah!” the girls cried with a celebratory cheer.

 

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