A racoon tries to focus on writing a story, holding his phone while trying to ignore his family awkward talk. They try to include him, not giving two shits about if he wants to speak or not. However, he's used to it, he could fake happy and give his father the approval he needs after sharing some brainwashing advices, but he decides to just let his earphones blast his brain with some music. "A small racoon hides under his blankets, trying to avoid the yellings coming from outside his bedroom. His father drank a bit too much and ,in his own words, he's playing rough with his younger daughter"... Nah, that would be... Weird. He's everything but straight, so writing yiff about females doesn't feel that good... He can try tho. "Suddenly, those scary shouts turn into muffled moans, a wet sound accompanied them as his father whispered things the boy couldn't understand. So he decided to put an ear against the wall, curious but careful, afraid of getting 'punished'. Some words"... Boy, using self insert on a story where the main character fucks his sister with his father... Part of him was really curious about all this, but the other is... Disgusted. Anyhow, he decides to continue, besides, he's too lazy to write all that again. "His father pounded the young, warm and thight living fleshlight he has to treat as a daughter. He was feeling really lonely since his wife left the country with a fancy Labrador in a mustang". - Are you even listening? The boy takes off one of the headphones from his ears, shrugging, muffling his exasperated sigh and hiding the fact that he was menacengly showing his teeth under that facemask. - What is it? His father, driving the car, tries to hold himself from verbally attacking the young lad. He'll have to learn manage his father true behavior one day tho, he's about to turn 18 soon. - You little... —the old one tries to sigh carefully, releasing some tension— boy, should take those things off sometimes, you can't even listen to what i say. - That's the point —He whispered to himself, the man is too deaf and the others are too busy doing their things to notice the rebel boy attitude. Besides, the facemask hides his words— Okay dad, sorry. - As i was saying, Usnavi, We're gonna ... The boy put his headphones once again, pretending he's listening as his sister shakes her head in disapproval towards him. He just tries to calm his growls as his old hyena father keeps saying things he doesn't care about. - So we'll be leaving tomorrow, wanna come with us? - Hmm... Idk pa'. - Well you better decide quick, else you'll be home alone the whole weekend. Staying home? Without them? You mean, without the guys that make him feel trapped in hell? The decision is pretty obvious. - I think I'd rather stay. The man sighs for himself, he sometimes wonders if he's doing something wrong, but then pride comes and takes away those thoughts. -.... Okay, but I'll be calling ya' to check your not asleep all day like a freaking slacker, Kay? You gotta ... Ignoring the great list of chores he's being assigned to, the young boy starts to wonder and fantazise about all the things he could do tomorrow. A chance like this is pretty scarce in a family like this! He could finally get his dog tied to the table and have the time of his life for almost three entire days, he could record it and upload it to that page he loves, create the kind of content he desires so he can improve the experience for himself and the millions of users secretly craving for someone "playing" rough with his dog. Or he could jack off several times for hours to cubs, snuff, or even both! He could do something more normal like baking a cake tho. All this ideas were coming to his mind, and... - Got it? I don't want a stupid tramp living under MY ceiling anymore, you... Little man Pretending to not be offended by that last statement, he just puts his phone back in his pocket, leaving that story for later. - Sure Dad... —FAKE SMILE— - Good... Later at home, Usnavi gets inside his bedroom and madly but carefully closes the door so he doesn't alert any of the jerks living with him. He's supposed to go to sleep, but he has some accumulated wrath after that talk. He takes all his clothes off except his boxers, complaining and cursing for himself as he turns the lights off and gets under the blankets. He only left his underwear on because people tends to enter the room without knocking the door, so once he's comfy at bed, he releases his boner and rubs it against the blankets and panted while muffling his moans. - F-Fuck man... That stupid bitch is gonna pay someday... He takes his cellphone and starts to type. What will he watch? Snuff? Zoo? Read some kinky stuff including all those at inkbunny? He decides he'll do something more usual and checks his favorites, clicks on "Duane's Newest toy and it isn't the boy", and then the fun starts. He softly scratches his own meat and balls as he reads the story, trying to not call any attention with his moans. His toes curl as he humps his own hand, wondering how great it'd feel to get his dick inside something tight. He hasn't done it except for his dog's snout, but he never came, so it doesn't count. Wishing he could beat the dog with his bare hands and force him to suck his groin, he keeps rushing his eyes through the story for the idkhowmanytimesivereadthis'th time. Crotch uncovered, he left the phone next to his pillow and placed his underwear over his face, nuzzling them as his belly gets covered with his own hybrid spunk, dick twitching as he fell asleep. - ... Stupid fag - U-uh? The raccoon slowly opens his eyes just to notice his father standing in the doorway, the fur on his back getting on it's end as he shivers. Thankfully, the blankets are covering his nudity. - I said you're a fucking stupid fag Quickly, he corners himself in his bed. Noticing the absence of his phone a few seconds before it lands on his snout and bounces to fall on his boxers. Which warmly were covering his belly and soaked a bit on his cum. The phone was unlocked. - H-how? A few drops stained the screen and kept it turned on, allowing the old hyena to give a look to the story. - Y'know, i was wondering the same —Said his father as he closed the door— how did my son came to be such whore, craving for meat on his throat, wishing a barely alive poor little guy to twitch and seizure it's insides against his cock. - I... I can explain —He couldn't— - Oh, no you can't. And the thing is...—something soft and light fell to the floor as a piece of cloth covers the raccoon's sight and extra weight made the too-small-for-even-one bed bounce, a warm presence above the child— - D-dad? Too scared to even breathe, feeling something cold and wet approaching his ear, a beer smell entering his nostrils along with... Something else that came from the cloth, something that he barely recognized. It was like... Him. - The thing is, you don't have to~ The father takes the underwear off of his child's face and keeps it at the cub's nose as he bites its warm and soft neck. The kid lets out a few confused whines and moans as the old guy over him left out a few licks and squeezed those young hard nipples. - What's wrong little man? I'm only giving ya what you wanted! He rushes his hands against the boy's arms, caressing them with his claws and squeezing. Embracing his son and inhaling that young scent of his, the father holds him close and brings the lad's ear to his chest so he can listen the strong heart beating inside. Something starts to grow inside these two... And behind the kid. The boy can't help but get aroused and somehow calmed with all this happening, it's something has never felt. He turns and faces his father, looking at his eyes with the last piece of innocence he has. And just when he's about to speak and question his father about his actions... A warm kiss between them takes place, eyes closed as their hearts beat to the same pace. Tails and hands intertwined as the legs of Usnavy spread so he can sit on his father hips, which layed down and rested his head on the pillows. - F-Father, i... - S'okay man, s'okay... I still have to punish ya tho. - Uh? Some meat rubs against Usnavy's ass, poking it's entrance with it's tip. This makes him moan softly as he rests his head on dad's chest. His father tries to calm him down by caressing his cake just like he used to do when Usnavy was small enough to fit in his lap. These thoughts make him feel... Nostalgic, even happy... But also something lewd came with those thoughts. Usnavy started to shake, not used to feel this kind of affection lately, but taking in count the current situation he started to relax and let his body rest in his father's. Just as expected. And then, the pain. ~End of Chapter 1~