Twinpaw Tails:
Daddy
	It was just before noon that a no-fly warning was announced, and the flyways were closed. The skies above Twinpaw were churning with deep gray clouds casting sheets of rain down onto the forest city, which battered at the windows of the living room of a blue painted house. Inside, a fully nude, very heavy, and very muscular lion with golden fur was sat on the sofa engrossed in the television, eagerly tugging his cock around a beer belly that nearly reached his knees. He had a soft face, and a long white mane of ringlets that went well past his shoulders, as well as an ass as plump as his stomach was buried in the cushions.
	The TV was blaring somewhat dark non-con porn, cheap horror movie screams filled the living room along with the sound of his vigorous, sweaty stroking. His fur was damp with it, his musk slightly fogging the window. He grunted, moaned, transfixed as he felt his balls swell as his climax drew closer.
	He heard the door open and a gust of chilling wind quelled his arousal. His head spun to the door to see not his wife home from work early, but their child standing out in the storm. In the middle of a school day the twelve year old lioness stood there gasping with grit teeth and raised wings, wearing only an orange summer blouse and white short shorts soaked with rain, with their lavender hair strewn across their eyes.
	“Rose Bud!” he exclaimed, standing up and releasing his member he went towards them immediately. He hesitated, remembering what was on the TV. They were having a panic attack, seeing violence would only trigger them further, so he grabbed the remote and quickly switched it off. They were paralyzed in the doorway, shaking with beared claws grasping at their arms. He brought them in and closed the door, kneeling in front of them.
	He pulled them into a tight hug, shielding their head and back with his arm and bracing them against his chest, scooping their butt to hold them against his tummy. He feared the worst, but he knew their priorities. He had to get them stable right away. They hugged back eagerly, pressing into him, nuzzling his peck as a shaky breath drew in his musk. “You’re safe Bud, you’re alright, I got you," he soothed, stroking their back.
After half a minute of speaking to them, and stroking them, he felt them untense just a bit. They pulled back a bit, stammering as a violent shudder ran through their whole body, they could barely move their jaw “I- S- s-”
 He brought them back, “Shh, shh, its ok. Come with daddy, lets get you warmed up," he said, standing with them, and lifting them by their bottom. His belly let out a loud gurgle as he did. They seemed surprised to be carried, but accepted it and leaned into their daddy, resting their chin on his shoulder as they covered their face with white feathered wings matted with water. They walked in silence, his hard meat dangling between his legs. He knew they didn't like to talk during a panic attack, it was embarrassing. They were scared and completely vulnerable as a deeply hurt part of themselves was forcibly exposed. That, and it was also much more difficult to form the words they needed.
On the way he grabbed a fidget device ready on the kitchen counter. Taking a deep breath, he flicked on the bathroom light and gently plopped his kid down on the closed toilet lid, giving them the toy. “There, just focus on that for now. We have to get you out of these clothes,” he said shortly, already kneeling down in front of them. They had briefly raised their arms for an embrace as he came down, but he quickly offered them a reassuring rub on the shoulder.
They sat impatiently as their daddy’s large paws struggled with their sneakers. They shivered, keeping their eyes on target while fighting the urge to raise their wings in defense, or to swipe at nothing. Once their socks were rolled off, they let their father undo their shorts, pulling them off with their panties over their hips. “Ok, now lets see. May I?” he asked nervously, nodding down towards their privates. They were surprised, just now realizing his concern. They nodded and spread their legs, relaxing as they let out a long shaky sigh.
Immediately their daddy leaned his head down close, examining them for any damage or signs of abuse. Their penis was alright, and delicately lifting it he saw their vagina was also perfectly unharmed, just as he last saw it.
He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to their stomach, breathing a deep sigh of relief as he hugged them. They blushed, and he began to smell a bit of their arousal. “Sorry,” he said pulling back, “A little later,”
Next he pulled off their shirt, which sat drooped over one shoulder and had white roses outlined over one side. As he did, he examined their torso and small developing breasts, which to his relief showed no bruises or injuries.
His face flushed, and his already rock solid cock stood up on end between them, he just hoped he wasn't making it difficult for them to focus on the toy. He smiled and grabbed a towel, pulling them into his lap as he sat and wrapped them up against him, making sure to keep his cock out of their way between his thighs. They latched onto him again, wrapping their hands around his gut as he gently dried them off. They shivered less, but now they were no longer cold, they nuzzled and purred slightly with each quick steady breath. “Ok, there ya go dear, relax and get all warmed up now. Do you want clothes, or do you wanna go nakey?” They just hugged his belly tighter, their answer clear. 
Once they were both as dry as he could make them, save for a persistent spot between their legs, he picked them back up and stood, the effort forcing out a huge fart which filled the bathroom with the noise of his vibrating cheeks. He wrapped them up in a blanket and carried them to the couch, rocking them gently. With a grunt only the truest of forty five year old bears could muster, he bent over to sit, and with another huge churning gargle, his belly forced a sizable burst of gas out of his bottom as he plopped back onto the couch in his previous sweaty indent. His belly wobbled from the impact, much to his cub’s delight. He kept rubbing their back, giving them a few moments to adjust. “Ok, sweetheart, take deep breaths, and keep your eyes on the thingy. Try to tell me what happened, Jacob”
They struggled to keep their breath steady, eyes wandering and blinking rapidly as the toy shook in their hands. They tried to speak and stumbled. “It’s ok, take your time," he whispered, giving them a slight squeeze. They practiced moving their jaw, bringing up a paw to rub their mouth. “I- I was-” they took a deep breath, speaking extremely slow and methodically, “I was yiffing with my friend in the bathroom, but we lost track of time and didn't hear the b- bell. A- A teacher came in and started screaming at us for skipping class, b- but I was already late t- too many times which means they’re gonna suspend me again. I- I also missed my unit quiz in science, yiff!” they cursed, “But- but if I get too many suspensions…”
He had never know his kid to be afraid of a suspension, or breaking any of the rules that might lead to one. He smiled, giving them another long hug around the shoulders, “You’re overwhelmed,” he cooed into their ear, rocking them “Let daddy have you today, and tomorrow everything will feel a thousand times better, I promise,"
	He kept them tight, nuzzling into their scalp as he felt their heavy breathing slow. Their shaking began to subside, and tears finally began beading in their eyes. Even crying and panicked so, it was becoming difficult for him to keep off his mind how cute and sexy they looked in just bedsheets, immature breasts pressed against his gut. “Thanks,” they muttered, muzzle buried in his fur.
	He smiled, giving their bottom an affectionate grope, rocking them back and forth. “You’re welcome, I love you," he pulled back a bit, looking down at them, he saw their claws were now safely back in their sheaths, “Have you eaten?”
	They shook their head, cuddling deeper into his lap. “Would you be ok on your own for a little bit while I make us something? I also need to tell the school you’re safe," They looked down, tearing up a bit more, they took a long deep breath and nodded. He kissed them on the lips, then a beat longer on the forehead. Moving them off his lap, he groaned, fighting to stand up on shaking legs. As he did, of course several solid puffs escaped his backside as he caught it too late, the clenching making his cock flex hard and his stomach growl deeply.
	He kept an eye on them from the kitchen, putting on a big pot of their favorite food; ravioli. He donned an apron, his penis poking and leaking pre into the fabric where it hung off his gut. He let himself have a few good strokes but kept moving, not wanting to spend any more time away from his cub then he needed to. He filled a huge pot with water, hefting it up onto the stove to boil before squatting down to light the fire. Once lit, with a hefty grunt he stood up to switch open the flu, but coming up from such a deep squat made their stomach roar as gas moved around, and halfway there leaned forward and held the stove to let out a powerful blasting fart, which rippled his ass cheeks violently as a deep raspberry filled the kitchen. With a content sigh he took the phone from it’s rack. Of course the school’s number was never far back in the recents, and they picked up quickly. “Hello, you’ve reached West Twinpaw Middle School,"
	“Yeah hi, this is Mr. Willing, Jacob’s father. Im just calling to let you know they made it back safe, there’s no emergency,”
Outside the rain storm still surged, the small lioness watched as rain flew through the garden and pelted the glass. As their eyes danced across it, the wind picked up and began to howl, their eyes froze looking out into the street at nothing.
	The person on the other end sounded confused, and he could hear them clicking at a keyboard. “Uh, sir, Mx. Willing was not pulled from any of their classes today, they’re in the cafeteria eating lunch at the moment. However, there is a note here saying they were absent for science the period before.”
	He took a deep sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, “No, no. My kid is definitely with me here on the couch right now. I uh, picked them up before lunch, but forgot to call ahead, sorry,”
	They sighed deeply, typing something in, “Ill go ahead and mark them as absent, then. Sir may I remind you how critical it is that-”
	“Thanks,” he said, and hung up.
The water had begun to boil, and taking a bag of ravioli from the ice chest, he tore it open and dumped it in. As he worked, he thought about that teacher Jacob mentioned. It made him furious, how the yiff were they allowed to yell at children like that? The school had their condition on file, they weren't holding their teachers accountable and now his cub was badly hurting because of them. 
He had just set the timer when he heard the fidget toy hit the hardwood floor, skidding away until it hit the wall. Jacob kicked at the air, letting out a small shout before they buried their face in the blanket, covering their head with their paws. The wind was making the house creak and shake, he had tuned out the wind, but it had become thunderous. He dropped the phone on the counter and ran towards them, coming to a crouch beside them, another quick blast escaping his rear. “No! No, no, no,” they muttered, seething and shaking violently once again.
“Jacob, hey Jacob listen!” he said gently, delicately sitting beside them and scooping their bundle of blankets into his arms. He sat cross legged, leaning over them and making a cocoon as their mommy usually did with her wings. “Im here, Im here, you’re safe,” he consoled, desperate to calm them. Jacob began to get a grip, steadying their racing breath and rolling into their back, palms over their eyes. He knew they were almost always aware of what was happening, just unable to quell the fear and anxiety on their own. “Focus on breathing, just breathe, I know it doesn't feel like it helps but it does,” He reached down and pet their stomach, “Make sure it gets all the way down, fill your belly, thats it sweetheart,”
He guided them over and over, every once in a while they would have a flashback, jutting out an elbow or bearing their claws, but he helped them regain focus each time. Only one connected, hitting him right in the belly. Restraining them was never an option, it was a deep trigger that would only drive them into a devastating panic attack. Soon enough however, they were in control again, shuddering and laying back against his belly. “S- s- syyf!” they growled, gasping.
“I know, I know its ok, it was an accident,” he kept rocking them, now hugging them tightly once again. They let out a crooked sob, their teeth tightly clenched as they kept their face covered. He knew it was frustrating, having your life continuously interrupted by something like this, something that just takes you, controls you and torments you. He couldn’t understand what it was like for them, all they could do as parents is support them as they navigate their own life.
“Hey,” he whispered down at them, “You need to uncover your eyes and look at the pictures on the wall, get that brain working in the right places. Do that, and listen to the pot cook, and Ill help out down here. Sound good?” he asked, brushing his hand lower, closer to their sex. If they could engage three of their senses, it would get their frontal lobe working and keep the storm in their head at bay. They took a deep breath, face flushed with pink as they nodded. They kept their eyes covered though, “I can count you down. One, two, three,” They nodded with each count, and on three, let out a deep moan and opened their eyes.
Their daddy smiled, and moved their hand down to rub their privates. He pressed on their half-hard penis like they liked, rubbing and squeezing it and their balls. Their eyes scanned the pictures, vacations they had taken, sex they had had, and their family portrait. In one, there was their parent’s wedding photo, each of them in wedding gowns on a bed at the alter, conceiving themself. There was another in which they had a pretend wedding between them and their mommy, their daddy masturbating behind the camera as the four year old Jacob humped their mommy’s pregnant belly. Their daddy moved lower, massaging their slick folds as he kept the pressure on their balls. They let out a whimpering moan, arching their back as they snuggled into their daddy, still struggling to breath. After some time, just as he was about to dive his fingers in, the timer beeped quietly and the food was done.
He gave Jacob a tight squeeze, and a kiss on the head, “This will only take one moment, you ok?” They nodded, turning and hugging into him, sniffling. He stood once again, hips jerking, moaning slightly and as a thick stream of pre seeped from his steel-hard erection. He clenched his ass, making his belly whine and gurgle as gas pent up inside, he smiled down at his child and looked them in the eyes as they released a big fart right at them. “Ill be right back!” he said, watching them grin.
He licked their slime off his fingers went to the kitchen. The ravioli was perfect, each square soft and plump with cheese. He reached for two bowls, but then decided on one large one, diligently scooping all the food in as quickly as he could. Jacob had liked it really simple ever since they were young, just butter and powdered parmesan, which were mixed in in no time. When he got back, they were still stable, but looking much more frantic. He set the hefty bowl down on the glass coffee table and pulled it up to the wide seats of the couch, then climbed back into the blankets with his cub.
“Ok, Im back Rose Bud,” he sighed, pulling them back into his tummy after removing his apron. They were tense, almost completely frozen in place. “How are you doing, feeling like eating, or do you wanna play more?” he asked, careful to take no advantage of them. They were staring down into nothing, holding their arms. “Rose Bud?” he asked. They shook, struggling to look up. He smiled warmly down at them. “Hey, you’re doing a really good job holding it together, just know that you don't have to. You’re safe, its just you and me, and you don’t have to worry about a thing. Just focus on relaxing. Go ahead and melt, hehe,” He softly chuckled, brushing them and lowering their shoulders.
They smiled and teared up, a violent shudder hit them, and then a sob came, and then more as they finally unwound enough to cry. “Awww, its ok,” he said, hugging them again, pressing them into his belly as they made heavy sobs into his fur, tears streaming down it from their cheeks. Then, with a huge snort, they blew a huge blast of thick sticky snot all over their daddy’s round tummy. He blushed deeply, grinning, “I guess that’s my answer, but you need food, so how about we do both?” he flirted, taking a big scoop of the pasta into his mouth. Jacob groped his belly, playing with it as they both admired the snot clinging to his musky fur, little boogers spotted here and there as it slowly oozed down. Their daddy began to pleasure himself, chewing the ravioli nicely; and once it was soft, snorting a huge helping of his own mucus back into his mouth with it. He leaned down to his hungry child, and they brought him into a huge messy kiss, letting the snot, cheese, and large flakey boogers fill their mouth and drip all over their bodies.
Jacob played with it in their mouth while snuggling their daddy’s beer belly, spitting it out onto the dome before licking it back up. Though still unable to stop crying, they were much more comfortable. Their daddy’s huge paws reached around and groped their ass, pushing a square up into their pussy and making them give a huge moan broken by heavy sobs. “Eat up, you can have as much as you want, just be sure to get it down,” he cooed, stroking their back.
He would let it sit inside them, helping them get another good scoop from the bowl into their mouth and watching closely to make sure they did not choke. “Good girl,” he said as they swallowed. They leaned back into the blankets, spreading their thighs wide and exposing their almost eight inch erection standing up at full mast. He grinned, getting on his hands and knees above them, white curls falling around his face as they smiled up at him through their tears. He took the bowl, and poured a huge helping into their lap, setting it down before lowering his package into theirs. He knew how they liked it, letting his full weight press their rods together, he didn't have to hump much to get the cutest little squeals from them, the ravioli between their cocks just extra lube and cushioning for pleasure. They watched in delight with each rut their daddy’s belly wobbled and flopped on top of them, all of it’s warmth and weight pressing into their stomach, smearing and mushing the thick slime between the two. He made a groaning moan, flexing his bulge against theirs. Each time he pressed forward, another strong burst of gas was pushed out of his gut, right into the ravioli pile which amplified the sound, the reverb massaging his child’s balls. “Ooh, Rose Bud! I needed you! Ah! Ahn!” he moaned, putting a hand on their chest and feeling their small breasts. It didn't take long, he listened to the rhythm and humped just right in time with his kid’s squeals, building them up and feeling their balls expand, and with one last hard press he made them roar as he released a gigantic fart that shook the floor right into their balls. Their thighs quivered around his junk as their back arched and tail waved, their wings flexing to their full spread as they humped up and shot big sticky loads of cum across both their bodies.
He sat back, snot stringing between them and oozing in huge curtains. He breathed hard and stroked himself, gazing down at his pleasured cub, who was now shaking more with ecstasy than panic. “Hehe, you want the used stuff?” he asked, petting them with his other hand. They sat up, looking down at the cum covered ravioli that had been smushed to oblivion. “Y- yeah!” they moaned.
Their daddy sat his cock in the food on the couch as they began to eat, chewing it up and using it to massage their daddy’s privates. They blew even more heaps of snot out onto it, mixing it up and rubbing their hands up and down it’s extreme girth. He reached down and stuck two thick fingers into them, drawing out the single square held within their vagina. He stuck the it in his mouth, savoring the new flavor, the familiar vanilla taste of their arousal alone nearly made him finish. All the while, he kept stroking their back, kept keeping them calm, giving plenty of attention to their pussy as well.
He then noticed a heavy pressure in his underbelly, and grinned deviously. “Hey little guy, want something to wash it down with?” he asked, flexing his erection. Instantly they swallowed what was in their mouth and began licking up his length, and once at the tip, waited patiently with their nose just shy of his hole, tail raised excitedly. He felt their shaky panicked breaths on his tip, making his hips jerk and legs shake. “Ahn, gimme a sec,” he growled, focussing. His cock gave a small jerk, and then a large flex, and soon it erupted with a huge torrent of deep yellow piss. “Ooohh!” he moaned, his erection launching urine high into the air as it rained down on his child, who lapped at the powerful stream and opened their mouth to the sky. It’s smell was overwhelming, filling the room and wafting up from their fur now drenched in it’s yellow warmth. He kept jacking himself, making the stream shoot everywhere and splatter back across his stomach and chest. It went strong for a full thirty seconds, his eyes rolled back in his head as he felt it flow out of his bladder, humping up as it danced in the air above them, but still hugging his cub in his thighs when they grew antsy. They licked his length, watching the stream land on themself as it began to slow, until it was just a tiny squirt on their nose.
They each held there, breathing heavily as he slowly released them from his shaky clenching thighs. His breathing was rapid, his whole body shivering as his cock was so on end it had grown an extra inch, and his balls had become massively engorged. Heaps of thick pre gushed out of him, running down Jacob’s fur and pooling on the couch, mixing with the pee. “Ah! Jacob!” he roared desperately, leaning over his cub “Yiff you’re the cutest little baby, I need you!” Of course he wouldn't risk being rough with them now, but he wanted more than anything to just hold them down and yiff them full of his cubs.
They smiled, looking up at him from his aching erection, they were still shaky but more or less back to themselves. “Go ahead, get me pregnant I want siblings!” they teased, turning over and raising their tail to present themself.
Their daddy pounced on them, grabbing their but and squeezing as he brought his cock forward, dragging it through their lips. He grabbed a handful of ravioli, pressed it into their sex as he lined up his own. “R- ready? I don’t know if I can hold back but- just tap if you want me to stop!” he groaned, using all his might to resist humping.
“Don’t hold back, it’ll help!” they chimed, pressing back into him.
His roar shook the windows as he dove on them, squeezing their ass as he pressed down on them with the full force of his full body. He pushed his cock forward into their tiny, prepubescent pussy, shoving all of the thick cheesy ravioli in before him. “YES! JACOB!” he gasped, feeling their walls clench as they were forced apart.
He humped them as fast, deep and hard as he could, the smell of his sweat and piss all but suffocating the child as they were covered by his giant tummy. “Mph! I love you!” he rutted them over and over, overwhelming the small lion cub as he yiffed them to his heart’s content. “I love you! I love you Jacob!” he sang each time he hilted them, feeling their impossibly tight child pussy squeeze around him once again, their little hips pressing into his lap with a little plap each time. Their moans were muffled as they were lost under his weight, their legs flailing and shaking out of their control as the large obstruction was forced into their body. He held them there for what felt like hours, drooling and filling them with pre in blissful harmony with his child. Finally he felt something else in them, forcing its way out long before it would crown. A huge hard turd flowered into his lap, forced out by his massive cock. He held in them to him as it came out, panting as the hard chunky mass was deposited and smushed into his lap. The shit spread across his cub’s tiny cheeks and all through his fluffy pubes, but he wasted no time before he kept mercilessly drilling them. Jacob’s whines had begun to quiet, and he felt through their frantic clenches that they were becoming exhausted.
It was already extremely tiring having a panic attack, much less having your daddy yiff you full force right after. He reached down under himself, holding them close, feeling his overflowing balls clench as he finally came to orgasm. “Ah! Jacob! Take my babies! GRAH! I LOVE YOU ROSEBU!” he cried, feeling as his cum fired into their womb. The thick and hot semen flooded endlessly, filling them to the brim and inflating them under him. He sat up, holding their hips as their stomach grew until their womb was the size of a grapefruit. The smell of it filled their noses as it leaked from their lips, coating their thighs and bottom.
They both sat there sweating and panting, feeling his cock begin to shrink out of them. He looked down at his cub, smiling wide, but found them already passed out fast asleep. “D’aww,” he murmured, leaning down to pick them up. He gently scooped them into his buff arms, curling over them so he could hold them to his chest without moving them far. He stood, and began carrying them to their room as the cum dripped from their thighs to the carpet. He kissed their cheek as he climbed the stairs, and opened the door to their room. The lights were off, and the only illumination aside from the bay window were the hundreds of green glow in the dark stars that were glued into their own constellations on the ceiling. “You’re the best kid a daddy could ask for. One day this will all just feel like a bad dream,” he whispered, before setting them into bed. He got in beside them, curled around them and tucked them in. “Good night, Rose Bud,”