Hand Reared

The beat up pontiac blasts down the highway, a pretty young vixen at the wheel. Vix glances up at the rear view mirror, two beautiful little faces looking back at her. She smiles, she loved those two cubs with all her heart, yet she was driving them… there.

Cloe was four and the prettiest little cherub, she was due to start school on Monday and she was so very excited! The small fox girl was dressed in a pretty Rainbow Dash t-shirt and some pink shorts.

Beside her sat her equally pretty sister, Sarah was 6 years old and matching her sibling wore a pony t-shirt, although she had her favorite pony Pinkie Pie. She held a tablet, both girls watching their favorite show, singing along to the ponies on screen.

Sarah was especially excited, her birthday had been a week ago and her mom had promised her “big super special” birthday present would be at their destination.

The mother sighs, feeling a little pang in her heart as she thinks about what will actually happen to the girls this weekend. At the same time she felt those excited butterflies in her stomach.

50 miles to go.

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8 Years Ago

Vix moans, the sweaty and musky teen had spent all day masturbating. The screen flickering with the large white window of her IRC client.

She had been roleplaying with her favorite boys since she was 14, starting with pretty vanilla ERP, however as the years wore on they got her into darker and darker kinks.

She was now 17 and the screen she flicked her clit too was filled with some of the sickest shit. The four of them had a private room where she played a mother and the boys would do horrific things to her children from sex to torture and even murder.

Some would say she as groomed but Vix really fucking enjoyed herself.

SpeedFox: Hey Vix

She sits up as she sees the DM window open, extending her sticky fingers to the keyboard.

Vix: Hey sweetie, whats up?

SpeedFox: They guys and I have been talking. Do you wanna do this with us IRL?
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The next couple of years was filled with some even more intense roleplay, her boys getting her more and more excited about their idea.

With their financial help, they helped her move out and get her own place. She never needed to work a day in her life. In return she’d follow their instructions to a tee.

The first of her boys to visit her was SpeedFox. A lanky black furred fox and Vix’s favorite. In fact even though she didn’t know the boy’s real name, she had a huge crush on him!

What followed was a weekend of the sort of awkward sex you’d expect from two virgins. They didn’t use protection and Vix wasn’t ever going to go on the pill so naturally Speed knocked her up. All part of the plan, of course.

Once Sarah was born her real job began. She was under very strict instructions. Vix would never intentionally harm or molest her daughter. She would raise her like any other mother would. Vix had no idea how challenging this would be however, because of her thoroughly twisted mind, she found herself constantly horny around her baby.

Her life was pretty great though, money was no problem and apart from looking after her kid she spent most of her time doing her favorite thing, roleplaying and masturbating. It was the only thing that kept her sane from her pedo lust.

2 years later it was Zepher’s turn. The wolf was far more handsome than Speed and by that time way more sexually experienced. This weekend of of unprotected breeding sex going much more smoothly than the last.

And with that, she was given her second daughter.

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A whole 6 years Vix was a loving, doting mother. She raised those two little girls with every ounce of love she had. 

Cloe and Sarah watched TV in the living room while Vix relaxed in the study, she was of course roleplaying. Sat on the desk were brightly wrapped presents, it was Sarah’s birthday soon and folded over her own chair was Cloe’s brand new school uniform. 

A DM from SpeedFox pinged into view.

SpeedFox: It’s happening at the end of the month, you’ll get the address via text in a few hours ;)

It looks like Cloe would never get to wear that uniform.

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She pulled into the driveway of the rather remote country house she had been given directions to, it looked like an expensive property. There wasn’t a neighbouring house for miles. A perfect place for what would happen.

The mother unbuckles the seatbelts around her tots, herding them into the building. There, three males; a fox and wolf Vix was of course very familiar with, they were the fathers of her children after all. The third was a tall, heavily built dragon with red scales, that was the boy she knew as Hunter, the only one she had never met for real.

“Vix! We’re so happy you made it” Speed pads over and hugs her. The vixen’s nostrils flare. As she had been instructed, she hadn’t bathed herself or the kids since she got the text message. By the smell of it neither did any of these guys. The musk was strong.

“I can’t believe this is finally happening” the vixen says with a little nervous laugh, the other two smelly males taking the shy little girls and leading them up the large staircase. 

Speed gives her a gentle kiss, Vix swooned. “No regrets” he says softly.

“No regrets” she replies. They then follow the others.

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From there things happened very fast. Vix stripped down and was instructed to sit on a chair facing the large bed. The two girls were stripped naked and placed on the bed. Finally the musky boys got naked, the trio surrounding the shy naked children.

“Alright girls, be good for my boys now ok?” the mom calls out nervously, her heart pounding hard, butterflies in the pit of her stomach, her cunt clenching.

The fathers got to claim their prizes first. Speed crawling over the shy 6 year old while Zephyr pulled Cloe into a cuddle.What followed was pretty soft and vanilla (as pedophillia can be), the horny canids kissing, nibbling and running paws all over their squirming little toys. For everyone bar Hunter, this was their first pedo experience and they were savoring it.

Hunter sat back fisting away at his thick dragon cock, seeming to be rather impatient at the whole thing. “Jesus Christ, will you faggots get to the good shit already”

Soon enough, musky knotted cocks were soon slipping and sliding over cubby fur as the pair prepared for the moment they had been waiting for. Tips wedged into puffy kiddy folds and hips jerked forward.

What followed was a beautiful sound. Two young sisters crying out at the tops of their lungs as thick cocks punctured their way into their tiny bodies. A pang a guilt hits the mother as she watches, not moving to help her girls, fighting her motherly instinct to take them away from this situation.

Meanwhile her pussy had other ideas, she was leaving a huge wet patch below her!

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Hours pass.

Musk hung thick in the air as Vix desperately fingered her sopping pussy, the crying had turned into squeaks and whimpers by this point. Sarah had been doubled over a pillow, her face pushed into the bed as Hunter loomed over her, his wings unfurled in a display of dominance as he smashed his hips into her wet little bubble butt.

The children were exhausted and utterly wrecked. Their holes resembling large, gaping, meaty, cummy craters. You couldn’t even make out a clit or vulva on either of them, their pussies matching their gaping assholes.

The guilt had long passed by now, Vix now thoroughly living in the moment as she witnesses the ongoing, brutal rape of her offspring. While Hunter ruined Sarah’s anus further, Cloe sat on her hands and knees between Speed and Zepher, the two horny boys spitroasting the four year old, timing their hips so they smashed into her at the same time.

The vixen had no idea how they were all doing this, either the sheer thrill of enacting their pedo desires gave them crazy amounts of stamina, or they were taking dick pills. Either way, as Vix slid into her 70th orgasm, she didn’t really care.

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Vix stirs awake as the sun slips between the blinds, her nostrils flaring as the heady musky scents of last nights kiddy-sex-athon hit her. She moans, slipping her paw between her legs, still so fucking wet!

It was then she realises she was alone, no sign of her girls all the boys. Voices could be heard downstairs.

“Hey babe, finally awake” Zephyr greets her as she pads into the kitchen, the wolf drinking from a large mug. The coffee the only thing able to overpower the smells of musky sweaty guys. 

Her attention is taken by her girls. They sat on a pair of dining chairs and were bawling their little eyes out. The other boys chuckling and jerking their cocks as the kids cried. 

“Mommy mommy! Rainbow Dash is dead” the sad little Cloe sobs, rubbing her teary eyes “So’s Pinkie, and Twilight and all the ponies” the sad sister adds. 

Vix gives the two horny males an inquisitive look as they jerked off over the sad girls, Speed pointing to Sarah’s tablet on the counter. Upon inspection she found the source of the distress. The nasty pedo boys had been showing the girls the most gruesome My Little Pony fan art they could find, pictures of the ponies being butchered in horrible ways.

“You assholes are sick” the mother says with a chuckle.

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It was time for the main attraction. The reason Cloe and Sarah were conceived. The reason why Vixen raised them.

All that rape. Just foreplay.

The boys jerk their cocks as the mommy ties the little girls to their chairs, rope secured around their middles, leaving their limbs free. The vixen then sat in a chair opposite them.

The floor around them was now covered in plastic sheeting and an array of sharp tools were laid out on the kitchen counter.

“Be brave for mommy” Vix says as she slips her paw between her legs.

The large dragon was obviously the most sadistic of the trio, he had been the one who fucked the girls the hardest, the only one who smacked the children around as he raped them. So naturally, he was the one to put on the show.

And a show it was.

He first grabs a pair of small garden shears, the kind you’d probably use to prune small plants. He goes to Cloe and stretches out her arm, holding her wrist in his large paw. Next her slips her index finger between the sharp blades and squeezes. The digit pops off with a little spray of blood, landing on the plastic sheet below.

That scream. It was nothing like the sounds she made as her holes were violated, this was higher pitched, more desperate, more pained. Vix closes her eyes and shudders an orgasm hitting so soon.

“Fuuuuuuck”

There were chuckles and murrs from the other musky boys, who happily jerked themselves as they watched the mutilation, the dragon, hard as rock of course, diligently snips off each and every one of the four year old’s fingers.

The plastic sheeting captured the blood, digits and thick musky globs of cum, every adult in the room so very aroused at the act of brutal torture on the preschooler. In fact, Vix would swear to you she had never had orgasms as powerful as the ones she had then, at least until later that afternoon.

With his task complete the dragon stood in front of the sobbing child, jerking his smelly lizard cock until he coated her tear soaked cheeks in his jizz.

“I’m so proud of you Cloe, you’re such a brave girl” the mom tells her in a shaky voice, fuck was she still horny.

It was Sarah’s turn.

Hunter puts down the bloody sheers, picking up a pair of pliers now as he hulks up to the distressed little six year old, witnessing what her sister had just went through did not inspire confidence in the tyke.

“Mommy!”

Hunter grabs her with his cock musky paw and squeezes her cheeks, forcing her mouth open. The sadistic pedo then jams the tool into her mouth. Splatters of blood hit the plastic sheeting as he pulls her little milk teeth out, one by one.

“Fucking brutal” Speed moans, firing another load onto the sheet as the torture dragon works.

Soon the wailing little Sarah has a pretty bloody mouth, one Hunter happily jams his child raping dick into, he grabs her headfur and just goes whole hog on her face, his hips breaking her nose and girth snapping her jaw.

Vix moans out, she had never had so many orgasms in such a short space of time, but as her beloved kids suffered those climaxes just kept coming. Any doubt that she was doing the right thing the furthest thing from her mind as the mind numbing pleasure just pours on and on.

Her girls were not having nearly as much fun as their mom.

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After letting the girls rest and the adult getting a bite to eat they returned to the kitchen recharged. It was time for the next phase of the kiddy torture!

This time Speed and Zephyr stood behind their daughters, whom had started crying again as they (correctly) deduced that it was time for more pain.

The torture dragon hands each horny male a long screwdriver with a smirk. Only the females in the room were ignorant to the next activity.

The two look to each other and nod, both grabbing their girls by their headfur and yanking their heads back. With as smooth motion the boys press the screwdrivers into the right eye of the squealing cubs, sinking the sharp tips into each soft orb.

Mommy came. Hard.

With a flick they prize the eyeballs out, letting them fall wetly to the plastic. They were not however going to leave their daughter’s with a left eye. Soon those bloody tips were sinking into the remaining orbs until they too were discarded.

With their rosy pink eye sockets revealed, any fan of dark fucked up shit would be able to guess what came next. 

Musky, drooling dog cock’s found their ways to the warm, gaping skull holes.

“My brave brave girls”

The wet sounds of cocks ramming into brains soon fill the room, the first few humps causing each girl to shudder and twitch, however it didn’t last long. Before their heads were filled with creamy musky daddy sperm they were both limp and long dead.

With fingers still lodged firmly in her own cunt she gazes over the two still little angels, thick white goo oozing from their eyes. Two once happy little girls no more. 

Hand reared for the pleasure of pedophiles.

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Epilogue.

Vix stares out of the hospital window, the smog was pretty bad today. She had been in that bed for weeks, her broken, beaten body slowly recovering.

She had a lot of time to dwell on her thoughts. She cursed not being able to mastubate right now, but her cunt was in too much of a state, in fact the Doctors had told her the beating had been so bad she may never have any more children.

Her mind drifts back, the rape, the torture, witnessing her little girls die. The pangs of guilt were back. She would never see those wonderful children again, the girls she loved so much. Yet, in the depths of her broken body, she could feel that distant arousal.

Things were a blur after her girls died, Hunter had laid them out on the sheet, and with a saw, neatly dismembered both girls. Vix had giggled as he threw her Cloe’s eyeless head, the horny mom taking the time to make out with it as the torture dragon worked.

What followed could only be described as a blood orgy. The torsos, limbs and buckets full of the disemboweled children’s entrails were brought upstairs. When had they put the plastic sheet on the bed?

The boys went wild on the torsos, fucking them full of cream. The mom finally got some action too, the sick boys smearing her body in those kiddy entrails and taking turns fucking her silly. At one point she even had her asshole reamed by one of Cloe’s arms!

It had been a perfect ending to a perfect weekend. However, it wasn’t over.

The next day she had awoken again by herself. Upon entering the kitchen, instead of the smell of coffee it was the smell of meat. One glance into the sizzling pan and it was obvious what they were cooking.

“Oh fuck are you actually going to eat them?” 

Instead of an answer, she saw a flash of white, a sharp pain in the side of her head and it went dark. She could only guess that Hunter had attacked her from behind with a baseball bat or something.

She woke up days later from a coma, beaten nearly to death. Informed that her children were missing. Vix span the police a tail about picking up hitchhikers and being attacked. There would be no suspicion on her part of this.

She snaps back to reality as it begins to rain, it would probably be months before she could walk again, probably that long before she could masturbate again. Why they didn’t kill her to tie her up as a loose end really did puzzle her. Her boys would probably never contact her again.

She ponders as she looks over the sympathy cards lining the windowsill, she had lost her beloved children, she knew just how much they suffered, she was now infertile, had metal pins and plates all over her body and she’d not be able to get off for a long time.

Was it worth it?

That distant feeling of arousal returns, the butterflies in her stomach, the flashes of every erotic, kinky thing that happened. A grin spreads across her muzzle. She knew the answer.

Yes it was.

No regrets.