[M Str8] [Inc (Dad/dau)] [Sci-fi] [5000+ words] Lemon/Lime Part One: Daddy’s Girl.

Hi everybody,

For the last few months, I have been trying my hand at erotic fiction. The sub I was posting in started to feel less and less like a good fit for me, so I decided to try writing a different story, which I hope will go down well here.

It’s set in a far future world a little like Futurama on Acid and something else that doesn’t exist yet.

This post is what I have written so far, but I have a clear plan for the rest, and am even considering a sequel, from the POV of Lemon.

Enjoy, and please feel free to speak your mind in the Comments.

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“Happy birthday, Daddy. I hope you like your present.”

As Lemon lifted the blindfold, Lime was treated to a sight that he was not expecting. Lemon, his daughter, was wearing a red halter top, made, it seemed, out of tactile-neutral spandex. It showed off plenty of cleavage, and even gave a hint at the rest, being semi-transparent. The tight top hugged her tits nicely, putting them on display, more than covering them.

Breasts, Lime reminded himself. Other women might have tits, but his daughter had *breasts*.

before Lime had a chance to even begin to wonder why his daughter was acting so out of character, she leaned in to give him a quick birthday kiss on the cheek, and then stepped back. The full sight of Lemon gave poor Lime so much more to ponder.

She had done her hair, trimming it to shoulder length, perfectly straight, silky smooth and jet black. Over her eyes, she wore rose-tinted glasses. Long ago, glasses had been loosely associated with brains. In this age, it was even more so: Long ago, the need for corrective lenses had been done away with. Spectacles now served mainly as aids to those who liked to use their brains, serving as both heat-sinks for the neural implants that aided raw data-crunching, and as a way to block out all external visual stimuli, when one wanted to focus inward.

Lemon’s midriff was on display, and beneath this she wore a tiny little pink tartan micro-skirt, which barely covered her crotch. Just a few inches where the skirt stopped, not even close to halfway down her thighs, her pink stocking started, made out of the same material as her top. Lemon had rounded off her outfit with a pair of pink pump heels.

“Is everything OK, Daddy?”

Lime realised that he had been staring blankly.

“Uh, absolutely, honey. You just surprised me – you look so different.”

“Oh, I know, Daddy! I dressed up, all for you.”

Lemon then did the last thing Lime would have ever expected his daughter to do. She twirled around, rather quickly for a girl in heels, showing herself off. As she did so, her skirt lifted just enough, to give Lime just enough of a glimpse, to give him the impression that she was not wearing any panties.

*What’s gotten into her?* Lime wondered. Although his daughter wasn’t afraid to show herself off (he had stumbled on the videos to prove it), she never did it like this. She never dressed up like a slutty schoolgirl, a horny librarian, never did her hair in his favorite style, or made herself look in general like a fuck doll. Lemon never did any of these things one at a time, and she *certainly* had never combined all of these in one, becoming her own father’s ultimate wet dream.

“Do you like it, Daddy?”

Lime thought to ask her why she was dressed as if she was trying to encourage him to fuck her, but didn’t feel like admitting that to her. Still, he could never bring himself to say anything but nice things to his daughter, except when she needed to hear the truth.

“You look wonderful sweetie, very pretty.”

“Oh Daddy, I hope I can do better than pretty.”

Another puzzling comment, but his daughter seemed happy enough, bubbly even, so Lime let it go.

Lemon reached down and grabbed Lime’s hand, dragging him out of his comfy chair.

“Come on, Daddy, your present’s ready!”

Lime followed, and Lemon let go of his hand once they exited his study. As he followed behind her, watching her ass sway with every step, which it seemed to do so a little more than usual, Lime tried to focus on who this was, and not just how fuckable she looked today.

4242

Lime had always been happy with his lot in life. He had his good health, a good job, a good place to live, and for most of his days, he was able to live the quiet life of play and entertainment that made him happy. But a while back, a few decades ago, Lime had started thinking about his legacy, what he might leave behind when he eventually died.

He concluded that what he wanted to leave behind more than anything was a daughter, a regular human being. He decided to do it the old-fashioned way, too, which meant finding a woman. Thanks to match-making algorithms, he soon found Ratchet, a woman who wanted something similar out of life. They hit it off, and soon were screwing like rabbits. Being both very fit and healthy, Ratchet soon had a bun in the oven.

Lime stayed with Ratchet as she lived out her pregnancy, spending the full nine months. Most people accelerated the process, if they didn’t go for the *in vitro* option, but Ratchet was more than happy to do it the old-fashioned way, much to Lime’s delight. Lime loved looking after her in every way he could, keeping her comfortable, satisfying her strange food cravings, which they both found fascinating.

The time flew, and soon their little baby girl was a part of this world. They hadn’t gone for any fancy alternations or additions, no gene therapies to make their daughter freakishly strong, leaving her free of the bulky muscle that went with it, or able to breathe underwater, so no gills for their girl. They had simply opted for the standard selective combination of the best of his sperm, and the best of her eggs, so that their daughter would have the best her two parents the offer, as far as genetics went. They wanted her to be happy, healthy and, hopefully, wise. This was a much better start than Lime or Ratchet had been given in life, but they had done well for themselves, and felt happy to do their daughter one better.

Ratchet stuck around, and the three was a little family, until their little girl could be weened off Ratchet’s breast. Ratchet, feeling that she had done her part, began to grow restless, and set off on a new adventure. She wished them both the best of luck, in the note she left the night she disappeared.

Lime thought about keeping his daughter around, raising her all by himself, but decided against it. Many permits were needed, and besides, it would be best to leave it to the professional, those who had it in their blood.

So Lime’s baby daughter went off to live in the country, to be raised communally by the Monks. They would do well by her, as they had done well by Lime.

Still, Lime felt that he could do more. He kept in touch with his daughter, watching her grow, reading to her each night via vidlink, visiting whenever he could, bringing her toys, encouraging her to explore her interests.

As a sign of this attachment, he even opted to give her a name that reflected his own: Lemon.

Little lemon grew up in no time at all, and was soon celebrating her eighteenth birthday. They were still just as close as ever, Lemon now looked up to her father. She even wanted to follow in his footsteps, and become a technician. She was fascinated with AIs, thanks in large part to all the construction kits her father had sent her, and most often helped her build.

But this required study, which needed her father’s permission. She would also have to move back to the city. Without hesitation, Lime offered her a place to stay. His house had plenty of room, and he would enjoy the company.. Lemon accepted, also without hesitation.

That was three years ago. They had lived happily together this whole time, as best friends. Lemon became even more of a Daddy’s girl, looking up to her father, happy whenever he praised her, almost a little afraid of displeasing him. Lime for his part, felt very much as strongly for Lemon. Although she was, in every way, a woman, he was still deathly afraid of failing to keep her safe and happy, or, heaven forbid, making her cry.

As Lemon descended the stairs in front of him, Lime got a chance to notice her ass, which peeked out from under her tiny skirt. It seemed even more shapely than the last time he had noticed (which he tried not to, and which was not normally this easy).

When they arrived in front of the door leading down to Lime’s basement rumpus room, he was surprised to see red and pink love-hearts dancing around the dynamic wallpaper surrounding the door. This was the signal that Lemon and Lime had agreed on, for when he was playing with a ‘girl’ down in his room. It had been Lime’s idea, after Lemon walked in on him the third time. He seemed much more embarrassed about it than he had.

Lemon twisted the knob, but it did not turn. Turning back to face her father, she put her finger up to her lips, shushing him, before bending over right in front of him, to grab the key hidden under the little welcome mat outside the door. Lime couldn’t help but stare as he caught a full glimpse of Lemon’s pussy.

Yup. She certainly wasn’t wearing any panties.

Lemon stood back up, key in hand, and open the door, bending over once again to put it back in place, before again shushing him.

She took one step down the stairs, and gave a little stunned gasp, before freezing in place, pivoting back to ask for help.

“Hold me Daddy, it;s hard to get down these steep stairs of yours in these heels.”

Lime, as always, gave his daughter the help she needed, holding her by the hips to steady her. It was at this point that Lime realised he was at half mast, becoming excited, his dick reacting in the natural way to the presence of such a beautiful young woman.

Lime tried to calm himself, and focus on her silky smooth hair, which didn’t help nearly as much as he would have hoped, as they descended the stairs. When Lemon stepped down from the last step onto the lush carpet of Lime’s rumpus room, she gave a little squeal of delight, and made an announcement.

“We’re here. I brought Daddy, just like you asked.”

Lime wondered who she was talking to, but didn’t have to look long before he saw, of all people, Lemon, standing in front of his Golem Kiln.

It was his daughter, another one, in addition to the one he still held by the hips. She looked much more normal, wearing a simple floral print dress, black, with rose bushes all over it, and plain wedge heels, which as far as she went toward dressing herself up for special occasions. Her hair was in the usual style, and she even spoke like the regular Lemon.

“Hi Dad. Do you like your gift?”

This was certainly his daughter. She spoke with the even, slightly shy tone that was familiar to him, not the bright, bubbly tone in which he had heard the other one speaking. He let go of his ‘daughter’, which was surely some kind of fake, and strode over to his real one.

“I…What’s going on?”

“Well, Dad, I’ve noticed the way you look at me, even though you try to hide it. I even peeked a little into your entertainment preferences. I think I know what you want. I’d do it for you myself, but I can’t get into it – it seems too…..icky. Sorry Dad, I love you, but I don’t feel that way about you. You know how shy I am.”

Lemon had been making eye contact, but looked down over to her double at this point.

“Besides, this will be much more fun – This Daddy’s Girl will give you a much better time than I ever could.”

As if on cue, the Double lifted her skirt, flashing her smooth, waxed pussy at the both of them.

“Happy birthday, Daddy, aren’t you going to fuck me?”

Lime, beginning to understand, checked his HUD, navigating to the interface for his Golem Kiln, searching through his inventory of stored playmates. There was a new one, labelled as ‘Sweetpea’. He checked the live preview, and it was, without doubt, Lemon, his own daughter.

In disbelief, he strode back over to her, and she stood impassively, holding her skirt up, as he yanked off her glasses, revealing it’s eyes, one iris a vivid green, and the other a livid purple.

Lime turned back to his daughter, the real one.

“It’s, it’s a Golem.”

“I know!” Lemon beamed with pride. “I’m so proud, that even you couldn’t tell the difference. I wrote her behaviors myself. Do you like it?”

“Come on Daddy, play with me! Look! Feel how wet I am, Please!”

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Golems.

Created by machines, either household appliances or large-scale industrial once, referred to as ‘Kilns’. They are artificial people, or at least they seem to be, people that is, and on the surface, most cannot be picked as artificial that easily. They are more correctly thought of as Artificial automatons. Although they can be made to look like carbon copies of a real person (AKA the ‘original’), they are not clones – they are constructed from artificial bone, fake flesh, synthetic skin, and just enough organs to function. These counterfeit people are so life-like, and with the right programming so hard to distinguish, that, by law, every golem that even vaguely resembles a human being (some of the laborer forms are massive, hulking creatures that would never be mistaken for a human being), must have two vastly different colored eyes, a star-burst tattoo on their palm, and a tiny scar on the left cheek.

The reason for this pressing need to easily distinguish golem from human is simple: Golems have no legal rights – they can be used for any purpose their creator/owner sees fit, assuming that it conforms with all other laws.

Just as a golem can have a custom appearance, or one based on the likeness of a real person, they can also have a custom-made consciousness, which can range from simple stimulus response to riveting conversationalist, they can also have a psyche based entirely on a snapshot of the mind of a living human being.

Although any high grade artificial personality, or one based on a full snapshot of a real person can be hard, if not impossible, to tell apart from the personality of an Original, the psyches of golems are not true AIs. Those exist, but the limited brain of a golem could not hold or process such a construct. The minds of golems are no more than complex, vast repositories of instincts, memories, learned behaviors, etc.

So legally, you can make a golem and use it for any purpose you like. The ethical quandaries about all this are really only ever discussed over Atomic brandy, late at night, by philosophy professors.

As you can no doubt imagine, these golems are great for heavy labor, dangerous, tedious or otherwise unpleasant jobs, housekeeping or complicated, mission critical tasks that are too simple to warrant the cost of a full-fledged AI, yet too important to risk on an Original who might not get it right the first time, every time.

Also as I am sure you can imagine, it took, figuratively, about five seconds for humanity to start using golems for sexual purposes.

Of course, shortly after this, a few laws were put in place, to stop all the Golem-banging to get out of hand. The most important of these laws guaranteed that every Original retained full legal rights to the usage, by anyone else, of their likeness and psyche in Golem form.

Any one can give permission, in part or full, for whoever they please to enjoy the use of their own likeness and/or psyche, as a template for a Golem. This is usually given as a gift, often from a woman, to a man she likes, for some reason or another.

It was just such a gift that Lemon had given to Lime.

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Lime was still too stunned about all this to resist when the Golem fuck-doll took his hand in one of hers, and guided it down between her legs. It was, indeed, incredibly wet, and ready for his enjoyment. He began, out of habit more than anything else, to feel up the Golem, letting his fingers explore her exquisite pussy.

“oooh Yes!, That’s it, Daddy! Play with me! Fuck me! Empty your balls into me!”

Lime quickly checked the interface for his Kiln. The last one out of the oven, the little treasure he was now feeling up, was labelled as a “Daddy’s Girl” – based off the basic template of that name, though with a few tweaks, courtesy of Lemon. Basically, this model was designed to help the wet dreams of fathers who secretly lusted after their adult daughters, or who just liked being called Daddy, to life. Eager, yet innocent, desperately keen to gain ‘Daddy’s’ approval, this was good clean fun, for many, Lime realised, or at least enough to warrant a default template built around such a fetish.

As Lime teased the Golem, letting his finger poke just in past her lips, it tried to impale itself on it, pushing herself toward his finger.

Lime decided that this was all too much at once, so he grabbed the Fuck-doll by its hips, and marched it over to a nearby table, bending it over. In response, it poked it’s ass up into the air, wriggling it invitingly. This allowed Lime to notice one other little detail – the Golem had nice, peachy round ass cheeks, but in between them, where a butthole would used to be, was a little puckered seal. Some men loved Anal sex, but Lime was certainly not one of them, so he always had his Golems pop out of the oven with this little seal in place. It would still be sensitive enough to provoke a delighted response from the toy, if he felt like playing with it, but that was the limit of the fun that could be had with it.

“Oh yeah, I left most of your defaults in place. Didn’t want to rock the boat too much.”

“Come on Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck ME! FUCK ME! I’m tight and just right.”

Lime slapped the Golem on its left ass cheek, and told it to be quiet and hold still. It immediately obeyed, ceasing the chatter immediately, and reaching back with one hand to play with itself. Lime knew that the Golem would now stay in this state until it’s power supply ran out, or he gave it a new order.

With the toy under control, Lime returned to his daughter. He took both her hands in his, and gave the command, through his HUD, that his dick should calm itself. Lime didn’t often have a need to his medical micromanagement mods, but this was one moment when he was glad to have them.

“Honey, are you sure about this? It’s a great present, but a little weird. I hope you know that I would never…”

“Oh I know, Dad, you wouldn’t want *me*, but this is something you do want, isn’t it?”

Lime glanced back over at the fuck-doll, waiting patiently to be played with, moaning softly, and, as ordered, quietly in self-pleasure, or at least an extremely convincing mimicry of it.

Lime wasn’t sure what the truthful answer was, but he did know that his daughter seemed to genuinely want him to have this, for some reason. He also knew that she only ever wanted him to be happy, so whatever her reason, it would be nothing underhanded. Finally, he knew that he himself certainly did not want to upset his daughter by giving her the impression that her gift was unwanted.

“Well, I suppose I could give it a little go.” Lime winked, indicating that he planned to do more than that.

“Great! I hope you don’t mind, but I queued up ten Golems. The first five including that little fuck-doll, are based on your preferences, with a little or a lot of me in the mix. They are all custom builds, based on a few templates I know you like. I thought you might like to enjoy my handiwork in another way.” Lemon smiled proudly.

She was well into the third year of her study in AI engineering. Although she had moved on to more advanced topics, she still greatly enjoyed practising and refining one of the skills she had learnt in her first year:

Heuristic personalities.

These were what Golems ran on, what breathed life into them. Far from true AIs, not self-aware, they could be convincing, if crafted just right. Lemons handiwork was no doubt the reason why only a little had seemed off to Lime about his ‘Daughter’, before she had been outed as a Golem.

“Wow! That sounds like such fun! I can’t wait!”

Lime was no longer just being polite. His daughter had a real talent and flair for making Golems that could perform almost any character she pleased. Lemon had, over the last year, often kept the both of them entertained with live, personalised plays acted out entirely by Golems programmed by her. Lime found himself not only strangely comfortable, but also excited, at what his daughter could do with a Golem fuck-toy.

Lemon smiled once again at her father’s praise.

“The second five are a little special. They are based more on my psyche, though with a few changes, obviously, to make them want to fuck you. Do you mind if I check in on you, after your fuck your way through the first five? There’s a few things I want to talk about.”

“Of course, sweetie.” Lime wasn’t sure what to think about fucking a Golem based on the likeness *and* personality of his own daughter, but was less uncomfortable with the idea than he expected to be.

“OK, Dad, I’ll leave you to it.” She stood up on her tippy toes, and gave her Dad a birthday kiss, before striding out of the room. On the way past her double, she slapped it on the ass, and commanded it.

“Wake up, little slut. Your Daddy wants to fuck.”

Lime had never seen another woman command one of his Golems, but even this first time, it made him so excited that he already had a full blown erection before even realising that, somehow, the limiter on his dick had been removed.

*how had that happened?* Lime thought.

Other more pressing matter soon rushed to the forefront of his mind, as the Golem started inviting, begging him to have his way with it, as it had before, and his daughter bid him farewell.

“OK, *Daddy*, I’ll leave you two alone, to have your fun. Try not to wear yourself out, old man.” She put the emphasis on that word, seemingly just to tease him, and then walked slowly up the stairs, with, Lime thought, a little more sway in her step than seemed usual.

As soon as Lemon had closed the door behind her, Lime hurried back over to his new toy. Parting his robe, he let it drop to the floor.

The fuck-doll fell quiet as he grabbed her peachy little ass, spreading her open. Lime smiled at the sight of that sealed little asshole. Over the last decade, he had screwed so many of these things. Now we would have the chance to have his way with a very special fuck-doll, one gifted to him with love and goodwill.

The fuck-doll gasped softly as he pressed his cock against her slit, wriggling it into position, and when Lime thrust his cock into it, the dirty-talk resumed.

“oooooooooh Yes! Fuck me Daddy! Nice and hard! I’m yours, to do with as you please!.”

Lime did fuck his favorite new toy, though not exactly hard. As always, with a fuck-doll based on a new woman, he took his time to get used to it.

*Holy shit! Lemon has such an amazing pussy!* Lime thought.

*Did she alter the doll to feel better?* He pondered?

*Try asking her next time you see her, or just fuck her, she seems to want that.”

*No, I don’t think she does.*

As Lime debated in his mind, his better and worse natures trying to come to terms with what all this meant, He had, without even realising, started to fuck the toy faster and faster, something which it enjoyed a great deal.

“Yes! That’s it! Pound my pussy Daddy.! Oh Shit! I’m cumming! Cum with me Daddy!”

Lime often liked to play with his toys for at least a little while, not always going for the quick pump n’ dump. But today, he was feeling rather antsy, so he kept going, faster and faster, egged on by the soft gasps and loud moans of his Daughter’s orgasm.

*I’m finally fucking her* Lime thought, and with that, he lost control, blowing his load not into his daughter, as he had briefly fantasised, but into a the fuck-doll based on her.

Lime pulled out, and wiped his dick clean on the Golems miniskirt. She wouldn’t be needing it for much longer.

Feeling satisfied, and relaxed for the first time since the blindfold had gone over his eyes, Lime sunk back contentedly into the comfy leather armchair he kept in one corner of the rumpus room, next to his bar fridge. Opening the door, Lime found that his loving daughter had thought of everything – she had stocked the fridge with beer, all his favorite snacks, and a big pile of Sailor Cakes, more than he would ever expect to need in one day.

*Clearly, she does want me to have a good time*

Something about this little gesture did wonder to ease the guilt Lime felt, for having, even briefly, allowing himself to imagine that he was fucking the Original, and not just a copy. Lime poured a Dark beer into his favorite frosty glass, and let it settle.

He had tried, ever since she moved in with him, shortly after her eighteenth birthday, not to think of her ‘that way’, and he had done all he could not to let on to Lemon that he thought about her that way at all. Surely she knew that he never would have acted on those thoughts, that he loved her too much, that she didn’t *have* to do this.

*Maybe she wants this, for her own reasons*

Now that was a comforting thought, One Lime was happy to drink to.

As he did, Lime watched the Golem, having served its’ purpose, start to quickly fade away to dust. This was another of Lime’s default settings. He understood, better than most, that any sense you might have that these things cared what happened to them, any emotional needs, were just illusions. He loved to play with toys like this, more-so than most, but he preferred to keep it to just the sex. Real people were much better at fulfilling emotional needs, anyway. He did not want to become one of those pathetic basement dwellers who only ever talked to human beings when they needed to order a pizza. And of course, some people liked to send their Golems off in other ways – choking them out, tearing their limbs off. Lime knew that there was no harm in this, not in the direct consequences of the act itself, but he generally stayed away from anyone whom he found out liked to do this with their Golems.

The used Golem turned to a purple, slightly iridescent dust. Lime sipped at his beer as he watched the whole thing disappear, starting with her hair, then her head, working it’s way down. The clothes went with the flesh, all of this was a fabrication of the Kiln, made from Dust, a strange and wondrous material, discovered only twenty years ago, that could be made to resemble almost any other form of matter, for as long as it was supplied with the right amount of energy. Soon, every bit of the purple dust had drifted back into the Kiln, through the vent at the very top. Even the rose-tinted glasses, discarded on the floor, had heeded the call of the Kiln, and returned from whence it came.

There was enough dust in the Kiln to produce five Golems at once. This was the default, and Lime had never had a use for more than two at once. Thanks to the perfectly efficient recycling of the Dust, it would never run out. Even if Lime got far too drunk, and tried to take one of his Golems out on the town, even then, none of the precious Dust would be lost. As soon as the Golem crossed the threshold of his front door, or exited his house by any other means, the Golem would turn to dust, and drift back to its final resting place.

Waste not, want not.

Lime started a little when he heard the Kiln fire up, when the telltale flashes of light from underneath the oven door, the whirring and clicking sounds that always heralded the imminent arrival of a fresh new Golem.

*I didn’t order another one yet!* He thought, then remembered how this day had started. He was so used to queueing up and selecting his own golems, that the thought of someone else choosing for him, let alone his own daughter, seemed strange.

But obviously, Lemon had set the Golems to pop out one after another. Lime sipped his beer, and watch, excitedly, as the Golem started to emerge. This was exciting, more than Lime had ever thought it would be, to now know what would be popping next out of his own oven. He check the queue. impending Golem was labelled simply as a ‘Cock-tease’. This gave a hint – the basic template was designed to flirt and flaunt herself, running away whenever she was chased, but ultimately giving in. But who knew what other surprises Lemon had added into the mix?

The Golem emerged, and stepped off the platform. She were the same outfit as the first one, except she was without the glasses, her green and purple eyes looking at him with a sultry gaze. Her body looked the same, except the D cup tits on this one looked fit to burst out of the TN Spandex top at any moment. The Golem walked over to the center of the room, handling the heels with much more grace than the Daddy’s girl had, and blew Lime a kiss, before posing with one hand on her hip, the other wandering over her own body, as if restless.

“Hi, Daddy. Want to see me dance?”

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