Amorous Goods: Depravity's Box

And the puppet master has one last string to pull. The fun thing was that Grace could hear Depravity's thoughts but only because she had nothing to hide. Grace wasn't a threat to her. However, she could hide thoughts if she wanted to. So Depravity sucked and she waited. She waited and she sucked. And right when they were both on the cusp of their orgasm...

'Vitty!' Grace thought out in shock as she has less than a second to comprehend what was about to happen as Depravity quickly pulled her mouth free and jerked Eddie to completion. So, as she and Grace were quivering and squirting over Eddie's face, her own was being bathed in shot after shot of his warm cum. As Depravity came down from it, she let out a giggle as Grace's thoughts had once again become unintelligible lust-addled gibberish.

Lifting herself from him, Depravity looked back at Eddie, giving him a great view of his daughter's cum covered face. He was immediately hit by an aftershock so powerful, she would have thought he'd cum again if it wasn't for the absence of a second "showering".

As Depravity stood up, she seemed to wear the cum like a badge of honor, as Eddie caught his breath and rose to his feet as well. As always, his brain seemed to be swimming in the afterglow of what he'd just done. And, as always, Depravity drew his attention from it.

"I think I should have her stay like this."

Eddie immediately flashed Depravity a glare. But before he could answer, she distracted him again by catching some of his cum that was dripping from her face and seductively licking it off.

At this point, Depravity and Grace were so in synch with their thoughts that slipping back and forth between who was in control happened seamlessly. "Mmmm. It's so good, Daddy... Don't worry. She'll never know. Only you'll know how thoroughly you painted my face..."

'Not bad.' Thought Depravity, 'You have the accent pretty much down now. You just sound very... needy... But it comes across as me taunting him, so it works.'

'Well maybe if I knew you were going to have Daddy just cum all over my face, I would have been better prepared... Fuck me, that was hot!'

'Oh, we're just getting started...'

"Fuck's sake..." Eddie growled, grabbing Grace by the wrist and pulling her with him as he lead her to the bathroom. "You are not leaving her like that!"

'He's... ooooooh, are we about to fuck him in the shower?'

'Depends...' Depravity mentally taunted. 'Can you get him hard again without me? Can you do it as me without him catching on? Think of it as a trial run of Plan B.'

Grace grinned wickedly. 'You are so on...'

"I always worry when you smile like that..." Eddie murmured.

Grace licked her lips, grinning even wider as she was pulled into the bathroom. "Daddy...you worry too much..."

It turned out that Grace could be a very convincing Depravity once properly motivated. Eddie was genuinely none the wiser.

***

It was finally the night of All Hallows Eve. Eddie made his way into the living room. He was wearing a clearly fake mustache, skinny jeans, a plaid shirt with a denim jacket and thick glasses, wrapped up with a scarf and a badge that said 'intern' on it.

Grace let out a snicker. "A hipster? Is that really what you're going as?"

Eddie grinned at his daughter. "Trust me. It's an in-joke and it's going to be legendary."

Grace rolled her eyes and giggled. "I'll take your word on it."

Eddie gave Grace a curious look. True, she was wearing one of his shirts, but she was also wearing pajama bottoms for once, making her normally tantalizing demeanor much more... comfortable. She glanced over, noticing the attention. "...what?"

"Nothing." Eddie quickly shook his head. She was wearing normal clothes. That was a good thing. "Are you sure you don't want to come with me?"

Grace gave him a look. "Do I want to come to your work Halloween party? I think I'm good, Daddy. I think I'm good."

Eddie chuckled softly in response. "It's at a bar. You don't have to hang out with us the whole time. There will be live music and everything. You're all about Halloween and I feel bad you're spending it at home alone."

Grace flashed a grin at him. "Well as fun as you make it sound, I already have a date tonight. With 'Hocus Pocus', 'The Addams Family', 'Casper', and 'The Craft'... and if I have time, I might get a little racy with 'Nightmare Before Christmas'! My night has twice the Christina Ricci. That's how you know it's legit." She nodded definitively.

Eddie threw back his head into a loud laugh. "Well, I can't argue when you lay out the facts like that, can I?" He moved to softly kiss her on the forehead, which received a contented purr in response. "You sure you don't want me to stay here?"

Grace shook her head. "No, no. I'll be fine. You put so much thought into your 'costume' that I couldn't bear if it all went to waste."

Eddie's eyes narrowed at the taunt and by the time Grace realized she was in danger, it was too late and she was squealing and giggling from the dreaded tickle attack.

"I'm sorry, Daddy! I'm sorry!" She was able to get out between laughing fits. They were both out of breath by the time he relented and she hit him with her dazzling smile. "Okay, okay. I take it back. Your costume is so amazing and not at all half-assed."

Eddie growled again and looked as if he were about to tickle her once more, but instead kissed her forehead. "Brat..."

Grace's smile only widened, their closeness seeming all the more intense as they locked eyes. "I love you, Daddy..."

"Love you too, Sweetheart." Eddie replied, softly caressing her cheek. There was a clear tension in the air as the two stared at each other in reverent silence. Eddie was the one who eventually broke it and moved away, awkwardly clearing his throat. "...Alright. I'm headed out."

Grace bit her bottom lip but did her best to remain calm and simply nod. "Have fun!"

As the door closed behind her father, Grace continued to stare at it in silence until she could hear the car pulling away. "You saw that, right?"

"We share the same eyes, Grace. Of course, I saw."

"He almost kissed me!" She exclaimed. "Me, not you!"

"It's almost like... I was right and my version of the plan would work or something..."

Grace snapped up and immediately shook her head at her demonic passenger. "No! No... I... Maybe you're right but maybe you're not. I've known Daddy longer than you-"

"And he's known you longer than me as well and yet I clearly know you better than he does."

"That's... not the same thing. We're literally sharing the same body."

"And while I may let you in on it sometimes, I'm always in his head as well. But regardless of my personal take on the matter, I suppose we should start getting Plan A ready."

The mere mention of Plan A put Grace into an almost giddy mood. "This is going to be the best Halloween ever!" She squealed, excitedly running to her room and into her closet to pull out a costume.

Plan A was simple. As much as Grace enjoyed being with her dad both with Depravity behind the wheel or as she recently discovered, playing the part of the demon, she wanted her father to be with her. So Depravity agreed to take the back burner position for the night as Grace disguised herself on a night built on the idea of disguises.

Grace quickly undressed herself and slid into the skintight catsuit. As she turned around in it, she marveled at how great it made her body look. Her dad obviously had a type and her and her mom clearly fit that type, so she wanted to lean into that. The only issue was-

"You just look like yourself dressed like a sexy cat." Depravity pointed out, playing with the tail that was attached to the suit. "And since the whole idea hinges on him not seeing you as his daughter, well... let's see what we can do about that. You're going to get a kick out of this, especially after saying we were going to watch the Craft tonight."

Depravity ran her fingers through Grace's light brown locks and hummed to herself. "I'm thinking... red..."

"Holy shit! That's real?!" Grace exclaimed at her sudden hair color change, at least until it sunk in. "Wait... red? Red red? But Daddy likes my hair!"

"Exactly..." Depravity pondered. "The whole point is for him to not recognize you, is it not? He does like your hair, yes, but it's your eyes that will draw him in. Well, your eyes and these." She slowly unzipped part of top to give herself some classy cleavage.

"Besides. Red stands out... and it'll make your eyes pop even more."

"Hm..." Grace grumbled, watching as the demonic magic finished changing her hair color in the mirror. "That is not a natural shade of red..."

"You might be unaware of this, but there is this glorious invention in this century. I believe it's called hair dye." Depravity rolled her eyes. "No one is going to question this. Especially on Halloween."

"I guess. I just-" Grace sighed, looking at herself in the mirror. "What if he likes it more...?"

"Then you dye your fucking hair, or leave it magically changed. Whatever. It doesn't matter. Now let me focus." Depravity grumbled in exasperation before turning her focus to the mirror again. The hair helped, but she needed more. Depravity reached over to put on the mask. It helped significantly, both in tying together the cat theme and helping with the disguise as it covered most of the top half of her face. But as she looked at the green eyes looking back into reflection, a frown crossed her lips.

"No. No! I let you change my hair! You are not changing my eyes. Daddy loves my eyes and I do too! We are not-"

"Calm your tits." Depravity sighed, giving her own boobs a squeeze. "I never said I was going to change your eyes. It's just the shape of them that needs to change. Nothing some eye makeup couldn't replicate."

Watching in the mirror, a variety of eye makeup appearances flashed on her reflection as if she were playing with a phone filter. This time she didn't complain. It wasn't doing anything and as she looked at herself in the mirror, she could definitely see the difference. They were all subtle changes but she barely recognized herself.

"Exactly. You're still you. You're just also... not. Now that we have the physical part out the way..." Depravity began as she touched her throat and sent another wave of magic through it. "Speak."

"I'm not a do- ack!" Grace was struck by just how different her voice sounded. It was deeper. It had something of a gravelly tone to it.

"La la la laaaaaa." She tested it again. It was so weird to talk and have a stranger's voice come out. Even more alien than having her body taken over from time to time. Even so, it was a very sultry voice. It just wasn't her voice.

"Well, it will be for tonight. What do you think?"

"Holy shit..." Grace gasped, looking at the whole package. "Vitty, you're amazing..."

"Just call me your demon godmother, Cinderella. And I won't even put some bullshit arbitrary time limit on you."

"Guess these are my glass slippers?" Grace giggled as she admired her heels. Something else she was initially against but Depravity had convinced her into. The height difference was yet another subtle but important change. It also added more sex appeal to the outfit on the whole.

"I'd say we're just about done here... As long as you remember the first rule of Plan A."

Grace rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Don't call him Daddy..."

"You mock me but I think that's going to be the hardest thing for you to do. Unless you're playing the part of a prostitute, it isn't very common for someone to call a stranger by that title. It would put us almost immediately into Plan B."

"It's not like you don't call him Daddy too..." Grace petulantly muttered under her breath.

"Of course, I do." Depravity sighed. "We share a mind and we share the same pair of eyes. When I look at him, he's practically a big ass neon sign flashing DADDY at me."

Grace wrapped her arms around herself, fidgeting awkwardly. "I... I can't help that. He's my Daddy. That's just... who he is to me."

"I do not judge. I'm merely saying... We should do my plan instead of A and B."

"No. No. I can do this. I can not call him Daddy for a night."

"...if you say so. Are you ready?"

Grace nodded. Steeling herself as she looked at her reflection again to see the cat woman staring back at her. "Let's get to this ball."

***

There was one part of the plan that neither Grace nor Depravity had taken into account. Grace currently looked like sex on two legs, and they were going into a bar... with men. Drunk men.

Depravity practically snorted in her laughter in Grace's mind. 'Speak for yourself. I absolutely knew this would be an issue. I just found it funny that it didn't occur to you. You do have this tendency of forgetting the obvious when it comes to Daddy Tunnel Vision.'

Grace scowled and removed the unwanted hand from her body and grabbed the drunk man by the collar. "You touch my butt again and I'm going shove your own arm so far up your ass, you're going to look like a unicorn."

'Ooo I could do that if you want. You get so... colorful when you're irritated.'

'Don't tempt me.' Grace scowled mentally as the man in question looked like he was about to try again anyway before her eyes seemed to set on fire for a second, causing him to back off. '...thanks...'

'Don't mention it.' Depravity giggled.

Eventually Grace was able to make it through the sea of horny men, and a few horny women, to sneak into one of the side rooms and quickly saw a difference. There were a lot of people, and they were in costumes, but they weren't quite so obnoxiously drunk. Add to that the fact that Grace recognized quite a few of them, and she knew she hit the right place.

"Teri, is that you?!" A man asked as Grace was looking around for her father.

"Meow." She replied with a coy grin.

He smiled, but also looked confused for a moment. "No... you're... one of her girls? Stephanie? Lacy?"

"I'm... a cat." Grace giggled and playfully booped the man on the nose. "Is my D-... is Eddie here?"

The man let out a booming laugh. "Okay, be that way. I'm great with faces. I'll figure it out."

"Let me know when you do." Grace grinned widely.

"And Eddie's over there. My God. That costume. Fucking genius. Not to say that yours isn't... amazing too..."

"Thank you." Grace purred, before deciding to play into the part a bit by putting the sexuality on the back burner and using a more normal tone as she whispered. "I never wear anything like this. You're never going to figure it out, Tim."

Tim's eyes bulged at the realization that whoever Grace was, she knew his name. "You little minx! Give me a hint."

Grace winked back. "Meow." As she walked away, she could hear Tim muttering.

"Who has cats... who... has... cats...?"

Finding Eddie wasn't difficult after that. His costume actually was a huge hit to Grace's surprise. He was surrounded by people who were laughing their asses off and all he did would be saying arbitrary things like, "I know this tie is finsies, but I was having a devo moment this morning."

"Oh Daddy..." Grace tutted, shaking her head.

'Judge all you want. The man knows his audience.'

'That, he does...' Now that she knew where he was, it was just a matter of staying in his eyesight. She'd already noticed a double take when she'd initially caught his eye. Now she just had to get a drink and casually make conversation with those who approached her and wait.

'Don't look... Don't look...'

This was a lot harder than it should have been. But just knowing that Eddie was practically eye fucking her was almost too much. She wanted to see it but she trusted Depravity's judgment on the matter.

'Now!'

Grace turned to her father to see him practically drooling over her. And she got a very good look at him looking at her because he sure as Hell wasn't making eye contact. But she could tell the moment he did, because he went bright red with shock. But Grace merely giggled, flashed him a smile, moved her bright red hair behind her ear and went back to her drink, giving him a few more coy glances. Bait was out. She caught him. Now it was just reeling him in.

'He's making his move.'

Grace gave an imperceptible nod and gave her drink another sip.

"Sriracha!" Eddie announced pointing dual finger guns at her.

He'd been so sure it was going to get a laugh that she couldn't help but laugh at that. "Sorry, I don't get it."

Eddie's eyes widened but he quickly recovered. "Sorry, I thought you were an employee. Trust me. If you were. That would have killed. You're a family member?"

'Warning! Warning! He's assuming you're someone's wife or daughter. Answer carefully!'

'I know. I know.' Grace thought, trying not to react to Depravity's theatrics. However, that was nothing compared to this... confidence radiating off of her father when he was in his element. Lame jokes aside, it was sexy as fuck. Leaning across, she whispered into his ear. "Nope. I'm a crasher."

The look of relief on Eddie's face was almost comical.

'Well played.' Depravity praised.

"Don't worry. I won't tell anyone." Eddie chuckled, whispering back.

Grace had to fight against the shudder when she felt her father's breath on her ear. She smiled back at him regaining control of herself. "Appreciate it. Not getting pawed remotely as much in here."

Eddie let out a soft laugh and gave her outfit an appreciative glance. "Well... if I'm being honest... Damn... I understand the... urge."

Grace giggled. "Thank you. You don't think it's too tight?" She asked, twisting so that he could see all of it.

Eddie was damn near biting his fist. "I think you... know the answer to that question."

"Maybe..." Grace smiled at him. "But I asked you."

"I think-..." Eddie began.

'It's way too tight. There's no way you can breathe in that. We should go somewhere and I can rip it off you. Holy fuck!'

"...it looks great on you."

Grace tapped Eddie on the chest with her finger. "That is not what you were going to say."

"I'll never tell." Eddie chuckled.

"Well, I think... you should buy me a drink. Unless there is a... Mrs. Intern?"

Eddie looked down at his name tag and laughed. "No... Definitely not. I-... wait, you have a drink."

Grace smiled. "But you didn't buy it for me."

Eddie laughed again. "You're serious?"

Grace downed the rest of her drink and put it to the side. "There. Better?"

"On my way." Eddie chuckled, shaking his head as he went to the bar.

'I think he's beginning to realize that he has a type. And that type is brat.'

'Good...' Grace sighed, watching him leave. 'I'll make it worth it, Daddy... I will...'

'Which would be a lot easier if we just did my-'

'Quiet you. Plan A is working just fine.' Grace shook her head at the demon laughing in her mind. She turned her attention back to the here and now when Eddie returned with the drink.

"So... is there a... Mr. Cat?"

Grace giggle and took a sip of the drink. "You're asking me this after you got me a drink?"

"You asked. And I'm a gentleman." Eddie winked. "You haven't answered the question though, which worries me..."

"No Mr. Cat. At least, not yet. Why? You offering for the position?"

'Oh, I can think of a fucking position.' Depravity narrated Eddie's thoughts again with a giggle.