Daddy's girl
(Hey, I put this story up a few days ago, but I got nervous and took it down a little bit afterwards. Sorry if that's a little weird. Anyways, this story has a lot of cub and semi-incest. If you don't like either of these things, then you probably won't like this story. If you're still reading, then I'd just like to assure you that the little Q and A thing only takes up a small bit of the beginning, and then it goes into the actual story. So now that that's out of the way, onward with the story)
The following documentation is from the Q and A session between the feline child Katie Withers regarding the molestation and possible rape her lupine adoptive father (Ryan Withers) committed against her. The girl is currently being held in protective custody and the father being held in the local jailhouse until further notice.
Name: Katie Withers
Sex: Female
Age: eleven
Appearance: Feline in figure and appearance, with a body covered in short black hair from head to toe. She has a generally unremarkable haircut that stops just before the shoulders, except for her ears, which appear to almost constantly be perky and upright. Jade green eyes that seem to be just a little too large for her head, not a medical concern, and she'll most certainly grow into them with time.
General psyche: Mostly alright, although her affection towards her father can be mildly unsettling at times, especially considering the incident, and might be border lining on an obsession. Also possible that the girl simply shut out all memories of the potential rape, and is constructing her own story as a sort of mental shield.
Q: Hi sweetie, thank you for being here today. You can just have a seat in that chair over there.
A: Thanks mister. I'm just happy to be out of the little room I've been locked in for the last couple days. It's nice to see the sunlight again.
Q: I'm sure it is sweetie. Is it alright if I ask you a few questions about your daddy? Anything you can tell us will help.
A: Of course, but there's not really much to tell. Except that I love him. More than anything in the whole wide world, I love him.
Q: Even after what he did to you sweetie?
A: Daddy never did anything bad to me, honest! I wanted him to do what he did. You don't believe me though, do you? You still think that daddy's a monster, just like everyone else?
Q: ...
A: It's okay though, you don't know the whole story. Nobody does, they only know bits and pieces that the neighbor saw, or that I let slip. I think that I want to tell somebody now though, maybe then they'll believe that daddy really isn't a monster.
Q: That's really helpful sweetie, if you could just start at the beginning...
A: Of course. But I wasn't there at the beginning, not the very beginning. All I have is stories that daddy told me, and I can tell you those, but I can't tell you what I saw back then. I was just a baby.
Q: that's quite alright sweetie.
A: And please stop calling me sweetie. That's daddy's name for me.
Back when daddy was only two years older than me, thirteen years altogether, he had an easy life. He told me about it a lot, and how calm it was, but he also told me that calm was pretty much the same thing as boring, and that he was glad to have me instead. It sounded like he had a really nice life though. He had a happy family, he was a straight "A" student at his school, and he had a bunch of really nice friends. His best friend was named Stephanie. She was a cat girl, just like me. Which I guess makes sense because she was my sort of mommy. She wasn't really my mommy though; at least, not to me, because she was really bad at it. She was never home, and daddy had to do a lot of the taking care of me. She also quit when I was only two years old, and I still have the mark to prove it. I'm skipping ahead though, and this part is too important to skip.
One day, when daddy was still thirteen, my sort of mommy came up to him. He said that she was crying a lot, and even after calming her down, he had to take her somewhere private before she would tell him what was the matter. Daddy said that she had made a silly mistake and slept with a boy without really thinking, and apparently that guy accidently got her pregnant with a baby... pregnant with me. That wasn't the whole reason she was crying though. Daddy said that the boy she had slept with ran away, and left her pregnant at thirteen years old with nobody to help her. That was, except for daddy. Daddy was a really nice person back then, just like now, and he hated to see his good friend cry, so he volunteered to be an almost daddy for me. Except that, he was more than an almost daddy; he was the best daddy I could have ever asked for.
He had to give it all up; his straight "A" average, his loving family, all his supportive friends... he lost all of them because of me and the Stephanie girl, but he never gave up. He was there when I was born, and he said that I was the cutest baby that he had ever seen. For a while, he thought that things were going well. My sort of mommy had gotten a job at a boat house, so she was rarely home, but she was the reason that daddy and me had a house. And daddy somehow found a way to juggle a job, school, and me without too much trouble. His family still refused to talk to him, and he never had time for his friends anymore, but he was mostly okay.
That was, until mommy decided that she was finished with me, with us. Daddy told me that by the time I was two, mommy was taking a lot of pills to keep calm. I guess that having a two year old kitty running around the house when you're only fifteen can be a little scary. I remember asking daddy if he ever had to take pills like mommy did, but he didn't answer. He told me that times were hard when he was younger, and that the important thing was that we were through the worst of it. Anyways, mommy decided that she was done with me, but she didn't just leave. Daddy said that he wasn't entirely sure what happened, he just came home one day and the Stephanie girl was gone. He said that there were a bunch of broken bottles lying around the house, and that he found me in my bedroom with mommy's nail file stuck in my paw. I cried for hours, and mommy never came back. She ran away, just like the boy who got her pregnant with me.
The next few years weren't fun. Not for me, and definitely not for daddy. We had to move out of the old neighborhood we lived in, which was sad because daddy said that there were some really nice people there. Instead we had to move into a really mean neighborhood, one where you'd sometimes hear gunshots and screams. And yelling too... once it got dark there was always yelling. Daddy had to drop out of school to get a second job, he was almost never there during that time, and I ended up spending a lot of time with a girl that daddy paid to look after me. I didn't like her though. Her smile was always fake and forced, like I imagined Stephanie's was. Daddy was home sometimes though, and those were some of the best memories I have of back then. He'd kiss me goodnight every night that he could, and he'd always tell me the same thing. "Just because I'm not your really daddy, doesn't mean that I don't love you like one"
It took a while, but eventually things got better. Daddy says that they always do. And by the time that I was seven years old, daddy got enough money to move out of the horrible neighborhood, into one that was almost as nice as the one that Stephanie and him lived in when I was a baby, into the one that we live in now. I started seeing daddy a lot more often after that, and there weren't any more days where I didn't see him at all. There was something else though, something about daddy that seemed to change. He seemed to smile a lot more now, and his face didn't always look so... hard. He softened up. Even his voice seemed sweeter and nicer to listen to. His fur also got really soft too, and it changed from the dirty grey it was before to the nice handsome grey that it is now. Daddy was a wolf, but he stopped acting like it. He started spending a lot more of his free time with me instead of alone in his room too. Things were better, and daddy promised that he would work really hard to keep them that way.
I think that this was about the time that I started having feelings about daddy, weird feelings; feelings that I'd never felt before, but I wasn't scared of them. In fact, I really liked them. I started feeling fluttery whenever he talked to me, like my stomach was filled with little butterflies, and they were trying to float me away. I started purring a lot too, especially when he touched me. It's funny, but I didn't even know that I could purr before we moved. It made daddy smile though, seeing me that happy. Sometimes they weren't purrs though, I didn't know what to call them back then, but I've looked it up now, I'd let out little moans. Those didn't seem to make daddy so happy though, he actually looked a little worried when I did them. He never said anything about them though, and I kept on feeling that way and working extra hard to be around daddy until my eighth birthday, that's when daddy got me my very own computer.
I was a good girl with it for the first little while, and I don't think that I ever meant to be bad with it, but either way, I ended up finding things that I know daddy wouldn't have wanted me to see. It started simple enough; after learning that I could search up anything I wanted to, I started looking up questions that daddy didn't have the answer to: why is the sky blue? Why does the world spin? Who invented spinach? Then, one of the rare nights that daddy actually had to work late, I looked up something that was really bugging me. I asked the internet what it was that I felt around daddy, and I found some interesting answers. People said that it was a kind of love. Not like the love that a parent usually feels for their child, but something more special than that.
I began searching more and more, asking what the difference was between family love and the special love. It really isn't that big of a difference though. They're both about wanting to make the other person happy; the special love really just had one difference, which was that special lovers would do a few more things. Before then, I didn't know the slightest thing about sleeping with people and stuff like that. I knew that boys and girls had different privates, and I knew that my private place was for me and me only, but that was it. That wasn't it though, and it turns out that my privates aren't just for me. I can share them with somebody really special to me... somebody like daddy.
I know that I shouldn't have, partly because it was wrong and partly because daddy could have walked in through the door at any time, and I'm lucky that he didn't. I still continued searching though. I looked up how to sleep with a boy well, and different ways you could do it, like on your back, or your hands and knees. There were a lot of things to know about something that was completely new to me back then. I kept searching though, even though I knew that it was past my bedtime, and that daddy could have walked through the door at any minute; I was really lucky that he didn't.
I... found a video while searching. Not entirely accidentally, but I didn't think that it was a big deal at the time. I looked up "wolf and kitty sex". I wanted to know if I could actually do anything with daddy. I hadn't even thought about touching myself down there, and I was really worried that daddy wouldn't fit. I didn't even consider that daddy might have only loved me in a family way; I just wanted to see if it was doable, and it turns out that it was, too! The video was only a few minutes long, which was good because now I know that videos like that can be over an hour long, and I never would have been able to finish the video had it been that long.
It started out with a little kitty girl, who looked just a little older than me, lying on a bed with her legs spread really wide. Her fur was a very pretty golden color, with a circle of white fur on her belly. I don't remember much about her besides that though. Although I think that she might have had the same eye color as me. She was rubbing her private area, making little circles with her fingers, creating quiet sloppy noises that I could hear through the speakers. She looked like she was enjoying it a lot. Her back was arched and her eyes were shut tight, and she was making the moaning noise that I sometimes made when daddy touched me, but she was a lot louder.
Then another person came on, this one was a wolf like daddy. Except that he wasn't like daddy, not in the slightest. He had a scary smile on his face that made me a little afraid for the kitty girl, and his fur was all brown, darkening around his muzzle. He had something long and red running up his stomach, beginning between his legs with an uncomfortable lump, and ending just above his belly button with a weirdly pointed tip. There was also something on the tip. I know what it is now, but at the time I thought it was glue or something. I remember giggling about that. The kitty girl stopped rubbing herself at that point, but not immediately. It was like she was put in reverse. Her hand started making circles slower and slower, her back slowly un-arched as well until she was lying flat on the bed again. Then she opened her eyes, and I think that she must have had the same eyes as me, because I remember the innocent look she made, and it reminded me of the one I practiced in the mirror sometimes.
The wolf began walking forward at this point, and he grabbed the stiff thing between his legs. I think it was about at this time that I decided that it must have been his private thingy. This only got me more scared though. The websites I went to said that the boy sticks his privates into the girl, but the thing looked even bigger than I thought it would be. Way too big for a little kitty like me. The girl in the video didn't seem fazed though, she just kept giving the wolf the same look, letting out a cute little moan as she waited. The camera zoomed in on the kitty's private parts, which was good because it really helped me see how stretchy girls were down there. It made me feel a little safer about doing things with daddy.
I saw the wolf's weird tip push past the entrance she had, parting the lips really easily. The kitty let out a little moan, and think I might have too. After that, it kept on sliding in like it was nothing. The girls privates stretched really wide to let the big thing in though, and I was beginning to wonder if girl's were bottomless down there or something. Eventually it stopped sliding in though, just before the big lump. The wolf continued pushing, but he didn't get anywhere with it. I think that the kitty was starting to be in a bit of pain, and I think that the wolf noticed it too, because he started pulling his privates back out, like he was giving up. Then, just before he pulled the whole thing out of her, he shoved it back in, like he was trying to get a running start or something. The girl screamed loudly, but it wasn't an entirely painful scream. It sounded like she was almost enjoying it. Either way, I had to hit the mute button after that, I was too afraid of someone hearing it.
The wolf continued doing the same thing for a while, pulling mostly out of the girl only to ram himself back in. He was getting faster too, picking up speed; the kitty beneath him had her mouth wide open, almost frozen in scream. Her mouth was definitely wide open, but her eyes were closed tight. It was probably a good thing though, because the wolf above her had his teeth barred, and he looked really scary. I wouldn't want to look at him either. After a while of that though; something happened. The wolf's lips moved, and I think that he must have said something, and then the girl moved her lips to, saying something back to him. A moment later, the camera had zoomed back in on the kitty's privates, and I could see the wolf's thingy going farther than before, pushing entirely inside of her; even the big lump, which stretched the poor kitty's privates a lot before getting all the way in. The camera zoomed back out after that, and everything went black for a second. I thought that the video was over, but then the camera came back.
I think that it was later; actually, I'm almost certain that it was later, and things were a bit different. The kitty and the wolf were still on the screen, but the kitty's rump was over the bedside now, and she seemed to have calmed down, she was even smiling now. The wolf seemed a bit different too, and a lot less scary. He also had a glass in his hand, the kind that daddy drinks out of on New Year's Eve. Then the wolf began to back away from the little girl, and his thingy came with him, looking a lot smaller and softer than it was before. After getting himself out; he immediately kneeled down in front of the kitty's privates, and the camera zoomed in for a third time. I almost immediately noticed something that scared me a little. There was something coming out of her now, it was going very slow, but it was definitely coming out of her. The stuff was almost completely white, but a little bit see-through I guess.
The New Year's glass was put right up to her privates and the weird stuff slowly oozed in until it filled about a third of the glass. After that, the camera zoomed back out, and the wolf pulled the glass away. The kitty sat up also, and she looked at the wolf with the same eyes from before. She must have been guilty of something, because she was trying really hard to look innocent. The wolf handed her the glass and she... she drank the weird stuff. I was a little grossed out at the time, because I didn't know what it was, but at the same time I felt a little better knowing that the stuff was safe enough to drink, because that meant that if anything ever happened between me and daddy, I wouldn't have to worry about it. I was glued to the screen watching the little girl tip the glass back and let the goo slide between her lips; she even opened her mouth to show all the gunk in there before swallowing it. Then daddy came home.
The second I heard the door open, I jumped in my seat, grabbing for the mouse like my life depended on it. After getting the mouse, I immediately closed the window. I don't know how I knew that daddy wouldn't like to know I was watching the video. I think that I remembered the face that he made whenever I let out little moans, or maybe it was just instinct. Either way, I think that I managed to shut the thing off before daddy got into the room, and if I didn't, he never mentioned anything about it. He came in to the room and asked me what I was doing up so late in his lecturing voice, and I immediately apologised and said that I was waiting for him to come home so that he could put me to bed. I think that he believed me, because I didn't get in any trouble. He just gave me one of his soft smiles and took me to my room.
He put me to bed like he always did; tucking me in, reading me a bedtime story, kissing me goodnight and telling me the same thing that he always did. "Goodnight, sweet dreams. I may not be your real daddy, but that doesn't mean that I don't love you like one" I don't know why, but I always liked it when he said that, it made me feel safe. I told him that I knew and gave him a kiss back before he left, turning off my light and shutting the door behind him. This time I didn't go right to sleep though; I did something a little different. I counted to sixty steamboats in my head, and then I wriggled around a little so that I had some room under my sheets. I let my hand wander down like the kitty in the video did, and when I finally got to my undies, I grabbed them and slid them halfway down my legs.
Then I went back up; back to where my private place was. I didn't know why at the time, but for some reason, watching the video with the kitty and the wolf had made me feel something weird down there. Almost like an itch, but not quite. At first I just sort of traced my finger around my one untouched part of my body; since it was my first time playing with myself and I didn't really know what to do. After a while I made some progress though. I finally built enough courage to rub it with one of my fingers, and it felt amazing. It was like the butterflies I got when daddy talked to me, but all in one spot, and a thousand times stronger. I think that I actually bit down on my blanket to keep myself from making any noise; I must have, since there were teeth marks in it the next morning. It got better though, even though I didn't even think that it was possible. I tried to pretend that my finger was the wolf's privates, actually no; the wolf from the video was completely out of my mind, I was thinking about daddy.
I let a single finger slip into me, and there was instantly a billion times more pleasure than before. I had to bite down on the blanker really really hard, and my claws were extended too, but only on my right hand, the one I wasn't using to play with myself. It was really warm in there, and wet too. It was almost like sticking my finger in a mango if I had stuck it in the microwave first. It was also really snug in there, and I felt it hug my finger tightly like daddy sometimes hugged me. I let all the weird feelings sit for a while, just trying to calm myself down and enjoy how wonderful everything felt; until finally I thought that I could continue without making too much noise. I began slowly pulling my finger in and out; shuddering from how good it felt. I could feel something building inside of me, in the same place the butterflies were coming from. It was like an elastic band being pulled farther and farther apart, but it was pushing in, not out.
I must have continued doing that for a while, just sliding my finger in and out, letting the weird feeling build more and more until eventually, another feeling came over me. I don't know how it was possible, but somehow it was even better than having my fingers inside of me. I remember that my back arched like the girl in the video, and that I shut my eyes really tight; so tight that I started seeing colors on my eyelids. I also remember that my head was spinning, and that I couldn't think straight. I kept biting my blanket though, and I didn't dare stop. I didn't make a single noise for the entire time I felt that strange feeling, and even when the feeling disappeared; I still didn't make a sound.
I remember that once I was finished, I just laid there for a few minutes. My jaw hurt a lot from biting down on the blanket, and I felt like I had absolutely no energy left. I felt kind of sleepy. I didn't go to sleep though, instead I tried to pull my finger out of myself, but the moment I moved my finger, that feeling came back and ran up my body. It made me go real stiff and bite my own tongue. I also made me let out a quiet moan; the first noise I had made all night. I knew that daddy would be in his room by now, but I kind of wished that he would have walked in to see what was wrong. He didn't though; and after a few minutes I got the courage to try pulling my finger out again. This time I actually did it.
I still got that really good feeling, and I still let out a moan, this one louder than the other one, but still pretty quiet. I got it out though, and I felt sort of... empty afterwards. Like I had just been full up with a nice meal, and then it just disappeared from my tummy. I pulled my hand up my body to investigate what I had done, and it looked really funny. It was almost completely dry except for two of my fingers, even though I thought I only used one, I guess that I must have put another in at some point. It also looked kind of funny because the same wet stuff that was on my fingers was also on my chest and belly now, leaving a little wet trail like a snail leaves, showing where it's been.
I don't know why I thought it was a good idea, maybe because the girl in the video had tasted something that came out of her privates and it was perfectly fine, or maybe I'm just a curious girl. But for one reason or another, I decided to lick my fingers clean, and the stuff actually tasted kind of nice. I started just by licking my finger, but after a while I went to suckling on it, like it was some sort of clawed pacifier. Even after all the wetness was gone, and I couldn't taste the stuff from my privates anymore, I kept sucking, sliding my finger in and out of my mouth. I think I know why some people suck their thumbs now, because it did make me feel really calm and safe, like I was a baby again.
I think that's how I fell asleep. With my blanket all un-tucked, my undies off, a little wet trail starting at my privates and going up to my chin, and my finger in my maw. That's not how I woke up though; I woke up perfectly tucked in, with my fur all nice and dry again. I had a different pair of undies on, and they were pulled up all nicely to cover up the place that had brought me so much happiness the night before. Daddy was standing over me, smiling. It wasn't his normal smile though. It was the smile that the girl daddy hired to look after me always had, the one I knew Stephanie must have had. I pretended not to notice though. He told me that I had to get up. That he forgot to wake me up and that I was going to be late for school.
Q: Do you think that your daddy did all that for you in your sleep?
A: I know that he did. He's a good daddy.
Q: And do you think that he did anything... else to you while you were sleeping.
A: He's NOT a monster. He's a good daddy. He wouldn't have done anything bad to me.
Q: I'm sorry sweetie; I'm just going by the facts here. And the fact is that your "Daddy" molested and raped you; apparently more than once. Now I'm even thinking that he might have somehow been gently pushing you into feeling these things about him; tricking you. It wouldn't be out of the question to assume-
No further questions could be asked today unfortunately. At this point the subject ran out, crying and refusing to come back. Even after sedating her, she refused to talk the questioner anymore. She's was returned to protective custody shortly after being calmed down, and more questioning is scheduled for tomorrow. With luck, the girl's story will tell us enough to get her criminal "father" put behind bars for a long time.
(Hey, thanks for reading my story and I really hoped that you enjoyed it. It was my first time writing a story in a long time, so I hope that it didn't turn out too badly. If there was something wrong with the story, I'd really appreciate any constructive criticism. Again, thanks for reading!)