Twinpaw Tails:
Edana
Content Warnings: Rape, Cub, Incest, Horror, Fart, Snot, urine.
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	A rainbow of neon lights beaming through the dark. The moon shining down through the leafy canopy of the sex club. The heat of little bodies all around him as they dance and cry in pain. The blue lion bearing a deep blue crystal in his forehead moves from one cub to the next, glowstick bracelets rattling on his cock as he presses it down between their hips to deflower them with a hilt. He eagerly rapes each as they writhe and kick, leaving them with a pregnant belly twice their own size. It’s pure bliss, an entire orgy of children all to himself, with no worrying about doing harm. Still, none of them compare to his daughter. He is glad they aren't here among the blood and body paint. But then where are they?
They’re at home with Celestia aren’t they? But she’s at work so, are they supposed to be with him- Are they here? He couldn’t remember at all, he had to find them. He immediately pulls out of the little gem-bunny and begins wading through the crowd as he calls their name. They aren’t on the stage, he can’t spot them within the blood stained curtain walls of the sex club. With a sharp pain in his heart he checks under all the heavy, sweaty men, but none of their wailing, kicking partners are his cub. A shrill scream rings out above the others, and he can’t tell if it was theirs as the tone warps in his ear. He looks for hours, but can barely move, the silhouetted bodies were dancing and thrusting so roughly it was tossing him around like a boat on a storming ocean. Then maybe they aren’t in here, but alone and unprotected somewhere? He gets to the edge of the club, and bursts through the thick hedge and onto the street as he gasps a mouthful of smokey air. The sky is a deep, dark red that raises his hackles, and he can’t see anything around him. Crying from both desperation and the smog stinging his eyes, he calls their name, but the sound barely reaches past his nose. He climbs upwards over flat, black stone, to try and get a vantage. But then at it’s peak, he stops, and looks up into the sky and breaths with a wheeze “Woah…”
Above him, something eclipses the sky. A gigantic blue sphere hovering like the moon, boiling and turning to steam. He can see it in incredible detail, and yet he can’t manage to recollect any specific pieces as they slip away from him like sand through his fingers. He looks up at it with absolute dread, because he knows his daughter is trapped there, and he has absolutely no way to get to them.
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	Edana woke up in a panic, stopping a shout as he rose up onto his elbows. It took him a moment to remember where he was, in his and his wife’s room. Her white furred, feral form was still sound asleep next to him, visible only by the amber beams of streetlights that shone through the small bay window in the corner. Sitting up and catching his breath, he checked the covers for his little one, and was disappointed to find it was a rare night they were spending in their own bed. Edana's fur was a light blue, with a lighter upturned pentagon marking on his forehead, and a mane of luscious light golden ringlets, tangled by the pillow. Feeling his face, he found that his tears had been real. It was uncharacteristic for him to be the one waking up with a shout in the middle of the night. While he considered waking up Celestia, she needed all the sleep she could get, and she already shouldered the most of their 4 year old’s grown-up sized emotions.
Edana needed to make sure they were ok, at that moment he wanted them curled up in his arms more than he wanted air in his lungs, his protective instinct stuck uncomfortably throttled. He moved the purple silky covers off of his wide round beer belly, fluff still stuck with that evening’s pleasure as his thick humid musk wafted up from his junk, his round package wrapped taut in faded bear flag colored briefs. The heavy set lion stood, his back popping, and carefully tip toed into the hallway. His pads avoided that one squeaky board in the hardwood floor as he snuck to his kid’s bedroom nextdoor. "What a terrible father," he grumbled to himself in his head, "Wanting to crawl into my child’s bed after a nightmare,"
The door was closed. The little lioness was such a light sleeper, he ever so carefully opened it against his better judgement. The couple had spared no expense decorating their cub's room. The walls were papered with columns of colorful dragons in flight, many of which had since been colored over in crayon. They chose a classic rug of cartoon roads, and by the house’s largest bay window was the rocking chair passed down on their mother’s side. One of his favorite memories was holding them up to the ceiling so they could put up the glow in the dark stars in their own constellations, while he shamefully tried not to stare up their skirt.
He cracked the door just enough to poke his head through, those stars were the only light in the room, and he couldn't make out their body in the sheets under where the green stars  hung on strings around a mobile of rocket ships.
Steeling himself for a minefield of legos and pregnant stuffed animals, he set a paw past the threshold. Even with his feline eyes, as he crept closer and closer he couldn’t define their shape. Then he filled his mouth with his tongue as a 1x2 slope piece scraped his pads as it stuck itself between them. Finally at the bed, the fear he had felt was being rekindled by the formless mass of bedsheets and stuffed animals before him, but as he reached out his paw to feel them, he found the bed empty. What he had thought was their head was actually the round belly of their favourite blue lion Tietie, named after his big bowtie, with little dried cummies smeared across it's belly.
Ok, no need to panic, sometimes they slept in the cushions under the window. He picked up Tietie and walked over, two more bricks stabbing him before he felt that it was empty too. He pulled aside the curtains to let the amber light fill up the room, and he still didn’t see them, but they have this hideaway in the closet they like. If they were there, they definitely didn’t want to be disturbed. He opened the shuttered doors, squeezing himself in the crack between their frame and the dresser to access the nest of blankets. He felt it, stuck his arm in, but all he contacted was a sippy cup of expired paopu juice.
Edana marched across the hall to the bathroom calling “Jacob?” and flicked on the light. The toilet was ever streaked with orange old piss, save for the potty seat he makes sure not to splatter on. The old changing table was bare, but having been freshly stocked just before bed, even with a few adult sizes. The wide, glass walled shower and bath was empty save for the dildos huddled opposite of the soaps. He quickly checked under the sink, another preferred hiding spot, before backtracking and trying not to run downstairs.
He flicked the lights on as he reached the bottom, and looked out over the living room, the blankets, bedsheets and cushions that made the yiff pit between the front window and the television. "Hey, Rosebud, you down here?" he asked with urgency, pulling away the layers of stained sheets and tossing pillows. The kitchen was separated from the living room by a bar, and they weren't climbing on the counters trying to get a midnight snack. The garage and car, the laundry room where he lifted his weights, they were nowhere in the house. He checked one more time under their bedsheets, where they had laid surprisingly flat the second time they couldn't find them, the first time they hid to test that their parents still loved them, and the first time they said they didn't know why that was.
The lion felt nauseous, his vision clouded, tears streamed down his cheeks as frazzled golden locks fell around his face, and he had to hold the wall to stay standing, reminding himself their daughter hadn't been taken from them again; not with any hope. This was now an emergency, he finally ran into their room and to his wife, still sound asleep through his frantic searching. "Celestia! Celestia wake up, I can't find them!" He clenched their shoulder. With immediate ease they rose from their sleep, the sheets falling away as their slender, almost handle thin legs lifted them, and their thin white antlers rose above Edana’s height. They moved their excessively long, twilight colored hair from their face as they swiftly hopped off, hitting the floor boards without a sound. "You checked their nest, the dryer and the back yard?" she asked, her eyes looking into his with the same piercing distance their daughter inherited.
"Yes, yes, and no," he took a breath to steady himself, "You detail the house, I'll go out back,"
He immediately turned tail. "Light," Celestia said, both an incantation and a reminder as a radiant orb of golden mana sparked in her paw, and she passed it into his as he leaned back to her from the doorway.
His paws pounded down the stairs, he grabbed an extra blanket from the pit, rounded the bar, and went to the opaque sliding glass door. He opened it, and freezing air stormed into the kitchen and over his bare fur. His blood had long run cold, and he stepped into the dark.
The pale light hovering in his palm reflected off of the tall grass, the taller flowers, and canopy of sharp blackberry vines in a single shade of pale steely blue. Half of every leaf and stem was hidden in void by the sharp light. It was strange they weren't glowing, as if the forest was silent in the presence of a predator. Edana walked carefully, clutching Tietie close, suddenly unsure of the shape of the garden he played in every day. He swept his paw slowly in front of him with the light, his feline eyes scanning each shadow for a little set of antlers. Then there was something in the dark, glowing white eyes in the corner of his vision. He was sure he saw them, tens of them, just at the back edge of their yard surrounding the evergreen tree, but they were gone when he whirled back around to face them. Up in the tree, the tree house's lights shone warm and yellow like the rising sun.
The lion had thought Jacob was far too scared of the dark to come out here, where the cub was sure they saw giant monsters marching silently through the forest at night, especially on those that were windy. He closed his palm, and put out the magic. Adrenaline drained from his blood as he walked to the ladder, feeling the weight of his body as he mounted it. He climbed with one arm to hold the blanket and mouse. At the top, he carefully, and gently, lifted the trap door to peer in. There they were, crying silently, wrapped in a blanket from their nest between the legs of their telescope, next to the snack cabinet and heater.
Silent tears meant they wanted to be left alone, and he couldn't comfort them if he tried. The first time they said "Leave me alone," and he put his paws on them, he earned a deep scar through his brow. Their claws rested bared, even as they sobbed and said I'm sorry I'm sorry over and over until they knew he knew they were, and he massaged them back into their sheaths as he told them "That's exactly what you do when anyone touches you when you don't want them too,"
The lion's eyes scanned his daughter's little body. They're arms seemed clear, and he couldn't see their thighs or back but they didn't look like they were in pain, and there certainly was no blood. He set down Tietie inside, and let the trap door knock as it shut. After a few moments, he heard their four paws click against the wood as they crawled over, and felt their presence rest there so near. He felt them lay down, felt the sobs become whimpers, and once he was as sure as he could be they knew he was there, and then sure they were down for the night he climbed back down. As his paws hit the soil, he looked back to the house and saw Celestia padding over through the glowing door. Before they were in speaking range, he told them in their parent language that "They're safe, but cold," As she came close, she stood on her hind legs and they hugged in her wings, "Th- they're, uhm, they want to be left alone," he sighed. 
"Oh no. Well they might warm up to us eventually, let's stay here in case they need something,"
"Of course. But you go ahead and get some sleep, you've earned it, I'll rough it with them and make sure they're ok," Edana said, putting the blanket around himself. 
She sighed, and twirled a digit in his golden lock "Ok… But no more of those 'bad father' thoughts next time they get you riled up," Celestia said, then kissed him, wet and juicy before she stood back down and let her wings fall from him, a trail of saliva connecting them before it snapped.
He leaned back against the tree watching her hips, and giving her a reassuring smile before she slid the door closed and retired upstairs. He sat down beside the ladder, the quilt did little to soften the bark against his back, but the grass was always comfy. He looked out past the yard, into the dark, thinking about promiscuous raccoon cubs as he fell asleep hard and fast. Soon after Edana closed his eyes, the delicate white petals of the blackberry flowers relit, filling with deep violet light which flowed up their stems and into their pollen, like a starry night over the garden while the sky was black.
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	In the early morning, little paws deftly stepped down the ladder, and tip toed into the minty green grass, dewbuds sparkling in the pale morning light as they rolled down the blades. Edana snored with his cheek against his round shoulder, drooling down onto his thick pec into a spill of messy ringlets, before a knock against the bark near him finally woke him up. "Gargh~" he winced, the muscles in his neck sorely unfolding as he brought his head up. As he did, he noticed the bundle of blankets a few meters to his side, and the little antlers poking out the front, and a little lion tail trailing behind. A pillow had been left under his back, and an extra blanket over him.
The lion smiled, warmth filling his chest as he recognized the familiar behavior. He just sat up, popped his back, and massaged his shoulder as he admired the garden in the morning light. A mist had rolled in after the night air, leaving his blankets just slightly damp on the outside, and coaxing every leaf to fully unfurl and soak up the moisture, each one sparkling like crystal under the beams of a young sun. Just off the stout driftwood patio a wide arched trellis held the blackberries, it's bioluminescent flowers dim in the daylight, a hammock strung up underneath it. A long round bed of tall blue roses surrounded it, which he would tend as his wife lay down and read. All up the fences separating the neighbor's yards, the blackberries gave them the look of hedges. Behind the tall evergreen, in which they built the treehouse when Jacob was one, the yard opened to the woods. It wasn't far past the treeline that the land sloped down, and the city of Twinpaw lay under the butte. 
It's tall glass towers curving like lifted tails, and massive trees which housed hotels and libraries, stretching down into the sea where it continued as a reef. At it's center, two impossibly tall evergreen trees stretched far up into the pale lavender sky past clouds on which more buildings rested.
Eventually, as long as he made no sudden movements, the little bundle crept a nudge closer. Little by imperceptible little, it took it's time interloping into his space until they were inches from his thigh. He leaned back, putting a hand just behind them to open the blanket. It gave him more satisfaction than a bird landing in his hand to have successfully coaxed his little one into resting their head in his lap, face still covered by the blanket. He gently put his hand on the mound, and whispered, "I love you, Rosebud. Daddy's got you," careful to keep his rising erection thickly covered as it stretched his bear briefs, it wasn't long before they were cuddling in his lap.
Fur to fur, they hugged his belly, burying their nose in his chest as they blushed and avoided looking at him. He gently and rhythmically rubbed down their back, feeling the muscles underneath quiver and untense over and over, gradually relaxing them, his paw avoiding everywhere he wasn't supposed to touch. Their neck, lower back, hips, and ankles; and most importantly the sides of their head. He curled himself down around them, nuzzling the back of their head and smelling their hair. He felt them wipe their eyes and snot in his fur, and they nuzzled him back, whispering in his ear.
"No no" He cooed back, "You didn't make me do anything. I wanted to make sure you were safe, it was my choice," It wasn't a complete white lie, he wanted them to be ok as much as he needed it. At the edge of the garden, two baby deer grazed with their mother, one of them still nursing on her hyper sized teats as she and the other ate the lawn.
Then, ever craving physical affection, he felt his little girl press their morning wood into his, drawing a sudden moan from his throat. They pressed themself downward, cooing as they felt him flex up into their lips from underneath the covers. Edana hugged his daughter closely, feeling their heartbeat, their breathing, making sure his next move was the right one. He kissed them on the forehead, a special place which made their hackles drop. Then slowly he brought his lips down to her little mouth, and kissed them again. He rubbed their thighs, smelling their innocent arousal blossom, and pulled away the sheets underneath. He had to use a quick paw to stop himself from flexing out of his undies and up into their privates, his own overpowering musk filling the blankets and making them purr happily, his favorite sound.
He kept carefully monitoring them, sensing every change in the rhythm of their body, though he didn't have nearly the sense for it as their mother did. The cub lowered themself onto his cock, feeling him needily throb against their slick cunny and letting out a gleeful whimper into the crux of his neck as their hands grasped around his thick chest. The 16 inch cock flexed so hard it lifted them up a little bit, he was so aroused it put on an extra 17th. He glanced up to the house, and could see his wife's eyes peaking through the kitchen window as she watched them, ears perked up, he smiled and nodded, letting her know that her daughter was ok. 
"Aww daddy's little kitten~ Do you want stinky daddy?" Edana purred as he kept stroking their shoulders, feeling them shiver. The little one nodded eagerly and made a raspberry noise, then let out squealing moan as he helped them press forward to hump his beer belly and rub against his length. Edana took a deep breath, filling his belly to bear down, and fill the blankets with the sound of his thick, fluffy, rippling cheeks and the scent of his fart. Jacob giggled fiercely, covering themself with the blankets as they practically huffed it into their little lungs, nuzzling his armpit as the heat of their love made him sweat.
Edana shivered, the warmth of their fluids dripping over his rod making the cold night seem like a forgotten dream as they seeped down over his swelling balls. His scrotum inflated with cum, every instinct in his body telling him to pump it into their brand new womb and fertilize them. Jacob hugged around his neck, hips riding his arch like a ferris wheel, inexperienced nerves jittering uncontrollably in ecstacy as they gave little shaky moans into his ear. He kept farting, the smelly warmth rising up around Jacob's little body as they breathed and melted into his arms. It didn't take much for him to rouse their sensitive body closer and closer, then gently guide them over the edge as their thighs shook and clenched around him, their little folds launching tiny squirts into his pubic fur before they collapsed against his belly like a lead weighted blanket. Sweat and slime dribbled down their fluffy thighs as his cock throbbed between her cheeks.
According to their mother, they both make that same face when they cum, bearing their teeth and scrunching their cheeks. He held them close as they huffed and their head rolled over his belly, admiring his precious little girl as they basked in the afterglow, rubbing their back and rocking them gently as he helped them come down. They rested there in the garden, enjoying the fresh air, the adult once again restraining his manhood from bothering the kitten as they were nearly lulled back to sleep. After a little while of rocking, their head had fallen comfortably into the cup of his shoulder, and it looked like they were going to stay awake. There was still dried tears and snot on their chin from crying that night. He brushed a tangled lock of whispy golden hair out of their face, nuzzling their forehead and planting a kiss, "Are you ok sweetie? Tell me what's wrong, why did you leave the house last night?"
Jacob nuzzled back into his pit, "I had a really bad dream,"
	"Oh no I'm sorry honey," he said, putting his arm under their legs to hold all their weight, "You're safe now, I promise. I wanna hear about it if you wanna talk about it,"
The cub usually dreamed like nothing he'd ever heard of, describing countless vivid details and events, continuitous yet on different logic than reality, and when they were littler they often woke up wondering how they got back in their crib. This time was no different. They looked away from him as they spoke, "I was playing and my paw pad got hurt on the stove. I went up to you to get you to kiss it, b- but you told me to go away, but you wouldn't let me. Y- you got r- really mad and you just- just punched here and broke it, and I felt my brain come loose," Jacob pointed to the side of their head, and started crying, "I screamed and kicked and you pinned me down, and- and then you held my legs and put your pee pee in me, but it wasn't your pee pee. I- it hurt. Alot,"
Edana wanted to stop them as the words spilled out, their voice falling to only a whisper as the story reached the end, clutching their stomach. He steeled himself to not start sobbing too as he felt the warmth drain from his body. He wasn't sure what to do for a moment, but went with what his gut was shouting and hugged their little head into his chest, holding them close and rocking as he soothed them. They wrapped their arms around him tightly, pressing their lower belly into his, their little claws unknowingly poking into his back. He couldn't stop the tears, but kept his head hidden behind theirs as he cooed in their ear "That will never happen Jacob, I promise. They will never touch you again. That wasn't your daddy, theres nothing I want more than for you to be ok and happy, me and your mommy will keep you safe no matter what, I promise,"
Jacob was fully melted into him now, beginning to push deep wails out from their shuddering chest as tears and thick snot wetted his fur. He let them blow their nose into the cleavage of his soft pecks, a far away spark of excitement running through him as it smeared into both of their fur. He lovingly kissed their back, planting one after the other in between soft words of comfort. "I love you, Jacob. You can have all the kisses you want any time~" Then, he took their paw in his much wider one, and kissed their palm. After awhile, they were beginning to calm down. They slowly pulled their head out of his cleavage, long thick strands of goo stringing between their cheek and his pectoral. Edana held their chin as he bent down, and licked it out of their fur. To his surprise, the kid pressed their lips into his, needily holding his head as they gave him a sloppy, snotty, clusmy kiss. He returned it, and they kept kissing for a long time, before they slid their head down so he could kiss their forehead again. Then they made a raspberry noise, and Edana chuckled, and wrapped them back up in blankets as they pressed their ear to his stomach. He farted again, his tummy gurgling as the pressure released, and a thick one reverberated through his bottom. Jacob drew long, slow breaths, the sounds, smells, and the feeling of his warm fur calming them down until they were peaceful once more. "Can you go pee on me too?" they asked, smiling up at him with wide eyes still wet from tears.
"Sure, hon~" he said, reaching down to ready his flaccid penis.
The little cub snuggled close, pressing it's girth against their belly fur, prompting it to throb and expand. Edana took a deep, steady breath and relaxed. Such deep yellow it was amber, pungent urine fountained up through their fur, cascading down their chest into their father's lap, warming their bodies in the cold air. It flowed steadily, the stream getting stronger as it shot through his lengthening cock, once again it stood on end. The arc flew above their head and splattered on their forehead, making them giggle and catch it in their mouth. He kept farting, kept pissing for them, watching them rub their little penis in glee as their daddy's hot piss soaked them. When the stream began to fall, they disappeared between his thighs and took the tip in their little mouth, filling their cheeks before swallowing it down as their tongue played with his foreskin, making him jerk and moan obscenely.
The air had become much warmer, and as he caught his breath, Edana guessed it was around the time the cub usually woke up. He let them clumsily try to jack him off for a little longer, every touch of their pads a firework shooting through him. "Let's get some breakfast in you, kitten~" He gave them one last nuzzle, and scooped them up into a bridal carry, his mind alight with thoughts of dressing them up in a little wedding gown. He slowly stood up, grunting and farting as he did, and he carried them back to the house with the soiled blankets. They relaxed into his body, eyes closed as they enjoyed his swaying them back and forth.
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