Lola's POV...
I had prepared hot tea and poured it into two cups, which I
had placed on the table. I had positioned my stuffed animal
dolls on the chairs. My tea party was almost ready to commence.
Only one thing was missing: dad.
I went to call him.
Lisa's POV...
As soon as I heard Lola exiting her room and going downstairs,
I sneaked into her room and slipped into the cups of tea the
sexual stimulant I discovered. I call it 'the universal viagra',
because I theorize that it works on any fauna species.
Up until that day, I had tried it on various species, conducting
morally ambiguous to conventional people crossbreeding
experiments. I keep the living results of those experiments
at a secret lab, but that could be the story of another
fanfic.
Back to the current story, as soon as I slipped the substance
into the tea, I ran out of the room, went to my secret control
panel and started watching the screen, which showed Lola's
room (thanks to the cameras I have secretly installed at all
rooms of the Loud House).
Mr Loud's POV...
Everything started out normally. Lola came and invited me
to one of her tea parties. As usual, not wanting to see her
sad, I accepted to play her game.
The party went as usual in the beginning: we sat at her
room's table, we drank tea and I heard her blathering on
stories about her stuffed animal dolls.
Soon, though, I realized that something was wrong. I
started getting interested in my 6 year old daughter in ways
that no father should ever be interested in his daughter. My
heart was pounding. My crotch was inflated. I hadn't felt so
horny since my honeymoon!
Even Lola's childlike smile, which her missing tooth made look
awkward, was so sexy in my eyes at that moment.
What was happening to me? I'm not a perv. I'm not a monster.
I knew this was so wrong! Then why couldn't I get those
thoughts off my head?
Lola's POV...
What was happening to me? Suddenly, looking at my dad
caused me feelings like those I felt whenever I wanted to rub
the butterfly between my legs (this is a habit I have had since
kindergarden but I have never told anyone about).
I even visualized him naked! Eww! I always felt disgust at the
thought of a naked human, yet I now wanted to see my daddy
naked! I wanted it so bad! And I had no idea why.
'Umm, do you want any more tea, dad?' I asked, trying to
initiate conversation, ANY kind of conversation, just to get my
mind off those freaky thoughts.
'Umm, sure, why not?' he answered, seeming uneasy.
Why was he uneasy? Gosh, do you think he had read my
mind? God, I hope not!
I took dad's cup, filled it with tea and gave it back to him.
When he extended his arm to get it, our hands accidentally
touched.
Mr Loud's POV...
When our hands accidentally touched, that skin to skin
contact was the last straw. I realized there was no return, as
much as I hated myself for it.
I stood up and locked the room's door!
Lisa's POV...
On the screen, I was watching my two research subjects
engaging in the mating process. They had all their clothes
removed.
Dad was lying on the floor, using Lola's stuffed animal dolls
as pillows for his head, back and glutes. Lola was crawling on
his body, from feet to head, exploring it with her hands and
lips.
I was writing my observations on a piece of paper.
Mr Loud's POV...
After Lola and I had caressed and kissed each other, even
on spots no father should ever touch his daughter or vice
versa, I positioned her on top of me; doing it in missionary
style was out of question of course, since Lola's little body
would be crushed under my weight.
Slowly, I began driving my manhood into her undeveloped
womanhood. She screamed in pain.
'Did I hurt you, honey?' I asked, concerned.
'YES,' she kept screaming. 'BUT, PLEASE, DON'T STOP!'
Lola's POV...
Holding me by the shoulders, with his snake in my butterfly,
dad was making me bounce on top of him. I was feeling a
mixture of pain and that pleasure which I normally feel when
I rub my butterfly.
Finally, after a long time, dad produced a moan. I felt him
peeing inside me. That was so weird, so disgusting, but so
good at the same time.
Mr Loud's POV...
With my clothes on, I unlocked the door. I went close to Lola,
who had also put her clothes back on, and crouched in front
of her.
'Listen, sweetie,' I said, looking at her seriously in the eyes.
'You must never tell anyone what we did here this afternoon.
If you tell anyone, I'll go to jail. You don't want dad to go to
jail. Do you?'
'Of course not,' Lola protested.
A moment of awkward silence followed. I lowered my eyes.
'Umm, dad?'
I looked back at my daughter.
'What was that thing we did?' she asked.
I sighed.
'That thing, Lola,' I answered, caressing her blonde bangs,
'was something no little child should ever do. Honestly, I
don't know why I did that to you, I don't know what I was
thinking and I deeply apologize to you. For the time being,
erase it from your memory and, in about 10 years, when
you find a handsome, well mannered lad that will love you,
you will do it again, with him. Just don't forget to use a
condom when that time comes.'
'What's a condom?' she curiously asked.
I laughed and kissed her hair. 'I'll tell you another time,' I
whispered to her sweetly.
Later that afternoon, gazing outside of my window, at my
yard, where Lola was carefreely playing with her twin, Lana,
I felt so relieved that everything was back to normal. I felt
so relieved that Lola was a child again.
'Enjoy your childhood, sweetie,' I said in my head.