Guilty Conscience

Ray stood in the kitchen, leaning against the counter top as he stared down at the lone bottle of pills sitting in front of him, a horrified look on his face, like he'd just murdered someone. The tiger couldn't pry his eyes off of the little pack of sleeping pills, fidgeting and grinding his teeth as nervous sweat rolled down his brow, his tail twisting itself into knots as his claws clacked against the stone of the counter, his breathing heavy and his heart thumping in his ears. He'd been building up the courage to go buy that damn bottle of pills all day long, but now that he had the man felt horrified, deeply ashamed and terrified that he'd actually had the nerve to go through with it. Raymond knew full well what the pills meant, what his plans with them were: to drug and rape his own daughter, a girl not even half his age, not even a teenager yet. He'd tried to cloak his plans in more abstract and less offensive words while trying to actually build up the courage to go through with it, but the shock of actually completing the first step towards that mistake forced the tiger to fully confront himself with the hard, cold reality of it. He couldn't just tell himself that it'd be harmless, that his daughter would probably enjoy it like all the other ladies he'd slept with had, that he was just dosing her with the pills to make her first time an easy and carefree one. The man couldn't lie to himself any longer, he had to stare the truth in the face, and that made him regret ever even thinking about doing such a terrible act, let alone actually preparing for it in any way. Now that he had however, where would he go from here? Ray knew he couldn't actually do it, not after facing the uncomfortable truth, but even just keeping the bottle of sleeping pills under his roof made him uncomfortable, like the bottle was some sort of murder tool he absolutely had to get rid of. He wasn't going to return it though, that'd surely look even more suspicious than the horrible act he'd put on back at the store just moments ago, the man wasn't even sure if he could ever show his face around that corner-store again, not without going more red in the face than a firetruck. 

Just as Raymond was reaching for the bottle of pills to throw it away, his daughter suddenly hopped into the kitchen from behind the corner, giggling as she made his father jump, 
“Gotcha!”
Yelping as his heart just about jumped out his throat, clutching the sleeping pills to his chest as he turned to the little girl, Ray let out a frightened gasp as Janet giggled, prancing up to her dad and taking a peek into the shopping bag he'd left on the table, trying to see if there were any sweet snacks for her to pilfer as she hugged him, 
“What'd you buy?”
Unable to think straight as pure panic ran through his head, all Raymond knew was that he had to get the sleeping pills away from his daughter, opening a cabinet and stuffing the bottle in there as he stammered for a moment, having to take a deep breath before he could even process the little girl's question, 
“Uhh… not really much, just… just went to grab a magazine I thought looked interesting.”
With her tail giving an intrigued swish at the sight of a bag of chips, Janet reached into the shopping bag and pulled out the magazine her dad had grabbed from the store at random, raising an eyebrow as she stared at the cover of it, 
“Uhh, dad, since when were you interested in… fly fishing?”
Nabbing the magazine from the cub's hands, patting the girl and tossing it aside, Ray chuckled, trying to hide his anxiousness, 
“Just something a coworker suggested, wanted to try something a little new. But never mind about that, how about we split those chips~?”
Thankful that the curious girl's interest was immediately shifted to the snacks, Raymond left the pills in the back of the random cabinet he'd tossed them into as the father and daughter pair headed off into the living room, his teeth still nervously clenched as he tried to control his breathing, feeling like he was coming apart at the seams. 

Waking up with a groggy frown, his fur poofed up and his whiskers frazzled, Raymond sat up from his bed and groaned as he rubbed his face, squinting at the bright morning sun pushing through the blinds. The tiger glanced at the clock on his nightstand and sighed, tossing aside his blanket no matter how much the warmth of it tempted him to just dive back under the covers, his joints creaking and popping as he staggered out of bed. Ray's night had been a particularly restless one, only getting a tiny wink of sleep in between many hours of tossing and turning in bed, his mind plagued by guilt about what he'd been planning to do with his own daughter. Even the little bit of sleep that he'd been able to get hadn't exactly been restful, tormented by nightmares and images of little Janet, her crying eyes staring up at him, full of betrayal and lost innocence. Scratching at his belly as he sighed and shook his head, dragging his feet as he walked, the man headed out of his room, his mind still occupied by the same thoughts he'd spent the entire night wrestling with. The evening he'd spent with Janet had actually been a very pleasant one, with the two tigers and their loyal lapdog just snuggling up on the sofa for a good old fashioned movie night, snacking away the hours, laughing and chatting without a care in the world. Ray had actually been able to forget all about his guilt during a few moments of that evening, momentarily able to just focus on spending time with his daughter, not thinking about molesting her. Though that had been the norm until quite recently, Raymond had actually forgotten just how great it truly felt, to just love and support the little girl, and not worry about anything. 

Stepping out of his bedroom, strolling down the hallway and into the bathroom, the exhausted feline grabbed his toothbrush and squirted a line of toothpaste onto it, stuffing it into his mouth, staring at the bags under his bloodshot eyes in the mirror as he brushed his fangs, his eyes darting to the side as the door suddenly opened up. Dressed in pyjamas, Janet hopped into the bathroom with a bright smile, snuggling right against her dad's side as she grabbed her toothbrush as well, neither saying a word as they brushed together, smirking and snickering as they glanced at one another, their tails wagging playfully. Raymond was starting to believe that maybe the whole episode of his infatuation with the cub had just been a passing thing, something he'd been able to simply get over, something he wouldn't have to worry about any longer. Making a commitment that he'd put all of the recent horror behind himself, and just focus on loving his daughter in the way a good dad should, Ray leaned over the sink to spit out the toothpaste, deliberately leaving a big foaming mess of it on his whiskers as he turned to Janet, 
“I didn't miss any, did I?”
The girl nearly spit out her toothpaste as she collapsed in giggles, slapping at her father as he grinned and wiped away the mess, thankful that he hadn't ruined their relationship no matter how close he'd actually gotten to making that horrible mistake. 

As days passed, it was getting easier and easier for Raymond to try to forget all about his idiotic plans, focusing just on spending time with his daughter and dog. The man found his mind straying much less, both to thoughts of guilt as well as to any deviant ideas, carefree and able to just enjoy the moment. The father and daughter pair had gotten back to their usual rhythm, getting through their work and school during the days, and spending much of their free time just hanging together, having fun through all sorts of activities, whether it be throwing the frisbee outside or even baking. Raymond had never been too fond of slaving away in front of the stove, but he was more than happy to get his hands dirty, or at least sticky and coated with flour, to keep the girl happy. Janet giggled as the older tiger did his best to roll out a piece of the cookie dough into a ball in his hands, his tongue sticking out the side of his muzzle as he slapped his malformed and uneven specimen onto a tray, right next to a dozen perfectly shaped ones made by the cub. Groaning with a chuckle, shaking his head, Ray stepped back, 
“Never was too good with cookies.”
The man licked his fingers clean, giving a delighted moan as he swabbed the cookie dough off with his tongue, 
“Still think they're real delicious though. Never had peanut butter cookies before.”
Janet stepped in to finish off the batch, rolling out a cookie with practiced precision, 
“Yeah, I saw the recipe online. Pretty tasty, right?”
Raymond nodded, suddenly feeling a nose poking at his leg, glancing down to see Hunter sitting there, the border collie's tail wagging as the hound stared up at him, putting on the usual puppy dog stare the canine used when after scraps of food. With a smirk, the tiger grabbed a spoon coated in peanut butter, leaning down to let the dog lick it off, watching as Hunter lapped at the sticky treat with glee, 
“I think Hunter's a big fan as well, at least of the peanut butter part of it.”
Tossing the spoon into the sink, Ray was just about to start cleaning off the kitchen counter when suddenly the doorbell rang out, immediately getting Hunter all riled up. Gently nudging the barking and jumping dog aside, the man grabbed a towel to wipe off his hands, nodding at his daughter as he stepped out the kitchen, 
“Can you get Hunter, I'll see who's at the door. Better not just be that damn doorbell acting up again, I swear it's too sensitive.”
Janet gave a giggle as she pet and shushed the feral, 
“You know you can just adjust the sensitivity on it, dad?”
“Everything's gotta be motion activated and smart nowadays, even the doorbells…”

Heading to the door while his daughter calmed down Hunter and got started with cleaning up the aftermath of their baking, Raymond tossed the hand towel over his shoulder and opened up the door, surprised to see a familiar face behind it, someone he hadn't seen in years. Beyond the door stood a hawk, just about Ray's age and almost unrecognisable to him, much more used to seeing the man in ripped jeans and band t-shirts rather than the downright sensible jacket and pants the avian now had on. Blinking a few times as he stared at the gently smirking bird, trying to decide whether the visitor actually was who he thought it was or just his mind playing tricks on him, the tiger finally squinted his eyes as he blurted out a name, 
“Tommy?”
The hawk instantly laughed, patting the feline on the shoulder as he nodded, 
“Had to see if ya still even remembered my name. Thank fuck you haven't moved away, would've been a nightmare trying to find your new address.”
Laughing with the man, Ray pulled the avian into a hug as soon as he'd gotten over the initial shock, not having seen his old friend in quite a few years. Tom was part of the group that Raymond used to regularly hang out with during his wilder youth years, partying hard just about every day of the week, a new girl in his bed every morning. Of course, as he moved away from that sort of a lifestyle, Ray slowly drifted away from his friends, including Tommy, trying to remember how many years it had been since the last time he'd actually spoke to the feathered man as he broke off the hug, their laughter calming down as Tom glanced over his shoulder, 
“So, you still with… uhh…”
Ray shook his head before his friend could finish, 
“No, we broke up, a while ago. But I… well, I've actually got a kid now.”
As if on queue, Janet peeked out from behind the corner, giving a shy wave as the two men glanced back at her, blushing lightly and quickly ducking back into the kitchen as Tommy gave her a friendly nod, looking surprised, 
“Wow, you've really settled down, huh? Didn't think the man who could bang his way through an entire bar would eventually become the perfect housedad~”

Raymond chuckled, rubbing his neck with a mix of awkward embarrassment and a tiny bit of longing as he thought back to those days, his reminiscing cut short as Tom continued,
“Though, I guess we're all kinda settling down nowadays. Actually, that was why I stopped by, I didn't know if you still lived here but… well, Matt’s finally getting hitched up.”
Leaning against the doorway, Ray grinned, 
“No shit? Matty!? Who's the poor bastard he managed to talk into that?”
The hawk laughed, 
“She's actually real pretty, an otter, with nice, long legs, just the kind he likes. Met her about a year ago. And since he's handing in his balls, I thought that maybe we could get the band back together for one final blowout, really celebrate his final night of freedom in style?”
Raymond sighed quietly as he looked past the avian, staring over his shoulder at the skies as he thought about the offer. He'd spent many years partying with these people, and he knew exactly what a bachelor party with them would've looked like: something between an all night rager and an outright orgy. The tiger had to admit that he was tempted, at least slightly, but at the same time he wasn't entirely convinced it would keep him in a good state of mind, what with everything he'd recently gone through regarding Janet. He knew that he had to put his daughter's well being before his own pleasure and enjoyment, turning back to the bird after a moment of pondering silently, giving a slightly apologetic shake of his head, 
“I'm sorry, I'm just… not sure I could make it fit into my schedule, I've kinda got my hands full with my girl.”
Nodding, Tom gave the tiger another pat on the shoulder, seemingly understanding, if not slightly disappointed still, 
“I get it, I did kinda spring it onto you outta nowhere. If you change your mind or something, you just hit me up. Or if you just wanna come over for a beer or something, you still owe me a bottle~”
Chuckling, Raymond waved the man off as Tommy turned around to leave, closing the door with another sigh. 

Just after the door closed, the hawk walking away triggered the motion sensor on the doorbell yet again, causing it to ring as Raymond jumped lightly, his shock not made any better by the crashing and barking coming from the kitchen, mixed in with a light yelp from Janet. Quickly bounding over, Ray heard a few giggles, making him calm down slightly, relieved that it sounded like whatever accident that had happened wasn't at least too bad. Something else instantly made the man's heart rate skyrocket once more however, hearing the young girl squeaking out just as he was coming around the corner, 
“Hunter, get your tongue away from me~!”
With his eyes wide, Raymond stepped into the kitchen to see his daughter sitting on the floor, an overturned bowl of peanut butter on her lap as she tried to push Hunter away from her, turning her head away from the hound and giggling as the hungry canine tried lapping at the spilled sweet and sticky globs all over her body. Staring down at the cub as she was getting a tongue bath, snickering and squirming as the dog licked at her snout, her toes curling up as she was tickled by the barrage of licks, Ray froze in shock. In an instant, all the perverted, lusty thoughts he'd been trying to suppress came rushing back to the surface all at once, the sight of her daughter getting licked by their dog triggering a flood of taboo fantasies and naughty ideas, one hand clutching the counter top as he held his breath, already feeling his pants tightening up. All the tiger could hear were his daughter's playful giggles and the sound of the hound’s tongue lapping at her fur, feeling like he was on the verge of a panic attack when Janet suddenly turned to him, 
“Dad, are you alright?”
Snapping back to the moment, only barely able to keep himself in check, Ray knew that he absolutely had to get away from the girl, lest he do something he'd regret for the rest of his life. Grabbing the towel from his shoulder, the man nodded absentmindedly as he tossed it down for Janet, squirming on the spot almost as hard as the little feline getting licked by Hunter, 
“Y… yeah, I'm fine, I just…”
Knowing he had to relieve himself, and immediately, Ray spun on his heels and nearly sprinted out of the kitchen, shouting back at the girl, 
“I think I forgot something, I… I'll be right back!”
Having noticed the strange way her dad was acting, Janet raised an eyebrow as she pushed herself up to her feet, wiping off the worst of the sticky mess from her chest and face as she stared at the empty doorway, listening to her dad's footsteps stomping upstairs. 

Running away upstairs, Raymond rushed into the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind him, barely having gotten it locked before his pants already hit the ground, ripping his underwear down and leaning against the sink as he snarled with lust, his lips curling up to reveal his fangs, drool dripping from his maw as he clutched his rock hard cock in his hands. All the man could think about was his daughter getting licked by their dog, his hand pumping up and down his shaft as the sound of Hunter's tongue lapping against the giggling girl rang in his ears, the image of her laying on the floor with peanut butter smeared all across her body while the four-legged male sniffed and licked at her. Spilling precum onto the tiles below, Raymond closed his eyes and imagined Janet stroking Hunter as the dog nosed at globs of peanut butter splashed all over her face, letting the hound lick her cheeks and her snout clean as she giggled, gently guiding the canine's muzzle over to her lips as she opened her maw up. Moaning and shivering, the man imagined Hunter's tongue pushing into his daughter's mouth, her moaning as she let the dog kiss her, getting a feral frenching from the curious canine as she leaned against Hunter's muzzle, their tongues rubbing up together. Tossing his head back, squeezing the base of his cock as his sack twitched, Ray came with a strained growl as the image of the dog tonguing his daughter flashed in his head, painting the walls and splashing the sink with his load as he leaned against the wall for support, his knees almost buckling as he felt like he was tossing an entire bucket of cum all over the bathroom. Firing off ropes for minutes on end, his hand sliding up and down his length the entire time, milking himself as he moaned and groaned, Ray finally stumbled down on the toilet, sitting down with an exhausted gasp as he leaned back, a red glow on his cheeks as he huffed and puffed, slowly opening his eyes to stare at the mess he'd made, a deep guilt instantly settling down on his shoulders like a ten ton weight.