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Byron sat crouched down in the hallway just outside his fathers bedroom door. There was nothing he could do now but wait and try to offer his support to his sister who was inside the room. It had started earlier tonight just like it was starting to happen every night. He tried to reach out with his thoughts as he pressed his fingers against the door just brushing the wood, 'I'm here.' It wasn't silence that greeted him but more like a blank space. A place where thoughts and ideas should be playing, instead of a gap, nothingness. 'I won't leave you.'

Like iron shutters slamming closed he was blocked. 'GO away!'

Byron paw twitched in surprise causing the door to rattle slightly. He quickly snatched his paw away praying the loose door didn't open and that the light noise went unnoticed.

A wave of hurt, anger, and worry welled up from inside of the room quickly followed by a more firmer thought. 'Go to BED.... Please!' His heart clenched at the near wail he felt at the end deciding finally to creep back down the hallway to their room. He wanted to stay there but arguing with her would be pointless, it would accomplish nothing and make both of them upset.

"Clover." He whispered when she finally crept back into her bed nearly an hour later. He couldn't miss the wave of sorrow and shame she put out knowing he was still up.

"Go to sleep." She hissed back. He slowly drug his claws across his naked chest before finally throwing of his covers and got out of bed. She growled slightly as he pulled her covers down and slipped into bed with her but, that was a protest he ignored.

"I love you Clover." He whispered in her ear holding her with a near crushing hug. He sent all the love and support he could across to her trying to ease the pain of what she was going through. They had argued about it a few times and even though he could feel her pain, her discomfort, and the crushing waves of emotions she always countered with the fact it was her problem not his.

Byron hated the fact that she had suffered for more than six months and he had been helpless to do more than just sit in the hall and live the experience through her. He was as helpless as she was now that their father had gained custody, no one knew what was going on and now one bothered to care. He kept holding on as tight as he could to his twin wishing he had realized what was happening sooner.

They were born together, raised together, and shared everything together until now. Their father was slowly destroying the bond the twins had, pushing them apart by the separate experiences. Clover in her world of tears, fear, and sorrow; Byron in his solitude, worry, and guilt. Byron had already made a decision weeks ago. If he couldn't stop his father by opening the door then he would somehow find another way to protect his sister.

They both startled awake with the thumping footfalls in the hallway and the closing of the bathroom door. Clover gave a shudder of relief as their father went to the restroom and Byron slipped out of her bed moving back to his own. It was far two early in the morning now for that man to do more than wake up and get ready for work. Another half hour and hey heard banging come from their bedroom door along with the loud shout to get up and get ready for school. Both waited long enough for the front door to close before she quickly slipped off to the shower and Byron pulled some clothes on and went to the kitchen to make them some breakfast.

Their day ran as normal with Byron sending his twin constant reassurances every moment he could spare. Neither one had been doing very well in school anymore and Clover's grades had recently dropped even lower. The teachers though knowing recent events the twins had gone through just left them alone to fail rather than make the effort to help them out. The school day passed as did the afternoon with Byron and Clover trapped in the apartment waiting for their fathers return. The only sounds after he came home were the required noises to get through dinner and the loud sound of the television before the twins bedtime.

When the time came Clover quickly dashed for the bedroom while Byron made his way to the bathroom and took a quick shower. It had taken him all day to build up the courage he needed to start his plan. As the water pelted down his body and soaked into his fur, he put extra soap on his finger and slowly rubbed it against his tail star.

There was no way he could go through another night crouched down in the short hallway outside his father's door. They both knew there was no way to stop the man. Two nine year old cubs were just no match for their father when he came to take Clover to his room. Byron shivered a little as his own finger made penetration for the first time. It felt weird certainly but not painful as the conversation he had overheard stated.

Three days ago he had hidden in the gym bathroom swiftly climbing up behind the toilet and using the divider to finish crawling up the wall to the space that was between the toilets and the showers. He kept his body still not moving a muscle as the three bullies scanned the bathroom checking the area.

"When I catch that boy I'm gonna fuck his ass." One of them claimed.

Ralph the leader reached out and slapped the other kid in the back of the head. At thirteen Ralph was the biggest and oldest kid in the school having failed twice. "Do you even know what that means?" The bobcat quickly broke down the basics before offering to have a private and painful lesson for the other youth. The younger boys protests meant nothing but as two more boys entered the locker room the trio quickly left.

Byron worked a little harder forcing a second finger inside and gasping at the sudden flash of pain before he yelped and yanked both digits out. He gave a near silent whimper slowly pushing back in trying to push both fingers deep inside. Finally after several minutes he was pushed in as far as possible slowly pushing in and pulling out. After a bit more it didn't even hurt at all besides a slight little ache from the first burning sting.

"Two fingers." That's what Ralph had said you shove two fingers inside then the penis would fit. It was still supposed to hurt more but his was all for Clover. In the beginning she had come back sobbing but the times had been few and far between. Now six months later he had spent every night for the past five days waiting outside his father's door.

Tonight would be his night, he would keep his sister safe. Tonight she wouldn't whimper hearing their bedroom door open and she wouldn't cry as she crawled back into bed. He _would_take his turn and save her from their father. Byron finished his shower clenching his rear every so often trying to keep his courage while doing his best to keep a calm soothing presence projected at his sister. Everything was okay.

He slipped back into his room naked tossing his clothes into the corner. Clover was already huddled under the blankets so he flipped off the light and searched through the dresser in the dark. After pulling back his own covers he gave a little grunt and a sigh, faking a few seconds of irritation which he pushed towards his sister. He walked back out of the room in nothing but a pair of shorts closing the door quietly behind him. A quick check showed his father still watching T.V. as he scurried down the hall and into the other bedroom.

Byron did his best to hide his anxiety as he sat on the bed and waited. It wasn't long before the male came in looking irritated at the boy. "What?!"

"I.. I don't want you to hurt Clover anymore. I'll go... I can." Byron stopped shaking slightly as he stood and pushed down his shorts. Before he was able to do anything else his arm was gripped so tight he let out a little cry of pain.

"You think I swing that way you little fucker!" The male was shaking the smaller body. Byron was half tossed back to the bed sliding off onto the floor.

"Pleas don't hurt Clover anymore." He begged. He watched as his father's legs moved back to the door closing it and sliding the latch into place.

"So you want to take your sister's place. Become a little slut like her?" The young boy knelt shivering on the floor before his father began barking orders, "Stand UP! Get on the bed, NO on your hands and knees... Closer to the pillows." Byron was shaking as he stared at the pillows. With a thought he slowly moved his tail to the side like he had seen feral animals do. He could feel as his father moved closer around the bed and slapped his rear hard. "There isn't half a man between you worthless two. You're right daddy needs to show you where your real place should be."

He waited as his father rummaged around in a drawer before he climb up on to the mattress behind him. Byron held as still as possible when a finger pushed up against his back hole. With a forceful shove it went deep inside opening him back up but he kept his teeth clenched and allowed no noise to pass his lips. "Remember if this were some other guy I wouldn't be doing this but, since your such a girl like your sister..." The finger pulled back seeming to move much easier than it should before a paw gripped his tail tight and a second digit reamed up his ass.

Byron cried out in pain as his tight back door clamped shut with the intrusions still inside. The young boy keened as his father chuckled behind him, "That's only two fingers, imagine how it will feel when I ram my dick up your ass."

He tried to close his mouth tears already leaking out from his eyes onto his cheekfur. It hurt way more than when he tried it and far more then he thought it should. As the hand pulled backwards against his resistance and he pictured his fathers rough calloused hands and those huge digits that were so much larger than his. He began to cry in earnest dropping his head to the pillow as the fingers began to pick up speed working their way around in his ass.

"That should be enough but, you got your shit on my hand." Byron still cried as his father moved around on the bed behind him. He looked now through watered eyes at whatever had landed on the pillow next to him. His shorts were crumpled up but his nose picked out the poop scent that now came from them. "Now we're ready."

That voice brought out a new chill inside his chest as he felt one hand grip his tail and another grab his rear. The small boy waited on his hands and knees for nearly a minute with a rock hard shaft forcefully pressing against his tail hole. The man behind him was cussing as he slapped his ass hard and repositioned. Byron squealed like a pig as tip pressed even harder against his abused entrance as he kept it clamped shut. The ring gave way just slightly and before it could recover the man grabbed onto the boys hip and yanked strongly back on both the tail and side as he drove forward.

The pain from his tail was a millisecond of distress before Byron screamed out as he was ripped open by the shaft driving inside. Hardly missing a beat his father shifted shoving his sons head deep into the pillows quieting him while using the new angle to drive even deeper inside.

The boy was struggling fruitlessly, with the shaft so far up his ass that his fathers hips were nearly flush with his cheeks there was little Byron could do to get away or even pull his head from the pillows. The male waited until the boy was only offering choked sobs into the pillow before giving an experimental tug back feeling the muscles flutter and clamp down around his shaft again. He pushed back in working with what the tight ring would allow loving the feeling of the tight ass that was forced to conform to his shaft.

Byron cried, sobbed and screamed occasionally as his body was sawed back and forth by the dick inside. It burned, it hurt, and sometimes it felt like part of him was being pulled our from the inside before it was forcefully rammed back into place. By now he had forgotten his sister and all his reasons for doing this. If he had the strength or the voice all he would do now is beg and plead for this to stop.

There was a moment where a strong flash of anger jolted through him. It created a few seconds of surprise and maybe respite as he traced the feeling back to the door and his sister who had pressed her body against it. Byron tried to concentrate solely on his twin clamping his mouth closed and trying to give a little reassurance. Once again anger flared directly at him, 'You shouldn't be there.'

Clover was the eldest by just over twelve minutes but Byron always tried to act like the older protective brother, 'I'm doing this for you!' Before they could argue further he gave a muffled scream of pain as claws dug into his hips as his body was hauled back and fully hilted with a firm thrust. From there the young boy could do nothing for the next minute but try to survive as his body was yanked, jerked, and pounded as his father sought out his release. One more savage jerk backwards and the man grunted pressing a great deal of weight on him with little hip jerks that matched the pulse of the male's rod inside.

Byron whimpered as quietly as possible feeling his ass still burn and throb even though the movement had stopped. He was stuck listening to he panting in his ears until his father gained enough breath to speak, "You're such a tight little ass." With a heave he toppled both of them to their sides forcing another loud cry from Byron as he shoved what had slipped out back in.

Knowing from his own sister's experience he kept as still as possible while the male behind him regained a more regular breath pattern. He cried silently suddenly feeling the soothing presence of his sister. He could tell she was still upset with what he had done but right now she was more concerned with his problems. He could slowly feel it retracting and easing back out of his anus, a last little squeeze on his part popped it free. Byron bit his lip trying to stay quiet as his used hole continued to clamp down as it slowly leaked. He could already feel part of the fur on his ass and legs felt damp but, now what was coming out was slowly soaking his rear and making its way towards the bed.

Byron knew to keep as still as possible and wait but leaning against his fathers arm had become more and more uncomfortable as the minutes past. He tried to carefully ease away hoping that the male was now asleep. Just a little further, he rolled over feeling full of relief even as he felt a jolt of terror race through him with screams that it was too soon.

"Where do you think you're going?" Once again that strong hand crushed into his arm bruising muscles and bringing a true terrified whimper from the boy. Clover had learned how to escape, Do whatever it took to make him finish then keep still until he fell asleep. Even with his heart pounding his ears picked out a quiet wail on the other side of the door as deep sorrow and pain rolled across his senses. "YOU made a mess!" His fathers voice sounded disgusted as Byron watched his shorts being grabbed and felt them vigorously rubbed across his rump. "On the Floor! I don't want your shit and blood on my bed." The command was given with a heavy shove.

He hit the floor on his side grunting from the impact before his own shorts hit his head reeking of poop, a fresh blood scent, and the now familiar heavy scent of male that his twin so often wore. Byron got weakly to his knees but before he could try to stand up two paws forced his back and head down. The young boy froze with horror not even hearing the sudden frantic knocks and the door rattle.

"GO to BED!" His father roared out as he once again leaned over his son's back. "I know it was a little quick last time so now I'll break you in proper." Byron knelt there half pressed to the carpet unable to stop his body from shaking. He knew it was going to happen again and he was totally helpless. His father had pulled back and was doing something behind him but not once did he think of trying to move or get up. Clover wasn't any help either he could feel her crouched on the carpet muzzle and head pressed into the space under the door like an animal begging to get in.

The finger moving inside didn't do much but reignite the throbbing that had calmed some. Byron bit into his lip and tried to keep his ass closed as once again something pressed hard seeking entry. The resistance this time was much weaker only requiring a bit of force to pop the shaft in and with in seconds the male was once again balls deep with a satisfied moan.

The flames of pain roared back to life burning through his rear as Byron drew blood from his own lip before crying out in pain again. The act wasn't as intense this time but lasted for far longer as his body was rocked back and forth on the carpet. The feelings never lessoned but it became more acceptable as his rear loosened and a mixture of bodily fluids provided a wet soppy sound as he quietly leaked from both ends leaving two wet spots on the carpet that were steadily growing.

On the other side of the door Clover's own pain and despair grew as she felt her twin trying to force her away and spare her his pain. Time passed and so did their father's climax as he moaned holding deep inside once again releasing his seed inside his son's ass. Pulling out a few moments later he grabbed the limp tail and tried to clean up his crotch some.

With a sound of disgust he stood aiming a kick to the prostrated ass forcing it to the floor. Clover scrambled down the hall and out of the way as the male went to the bathroom. When the shower started she crept back to their father's room. Her twin, her second half was laying on the carpet unmoving. His face was soaked in salty tears and the muzzle was open with the tongue resting on the carpet fibers. Byron's rear was a complete mess and his ruined virginity leaking more than red than anything else.

Clover started with fresh tears that her brother no longer shed, working on trying to get him off the floor. It was horribly slow and she had to use every muscle to try and get her brother to his feet even then he was laying on her more than standing on his shaking legs. She had just gotten him through the doorway when the bathroom door opened and there father stepped out. He surveyed the twins for several seconds before stepping aside.

"Get him in the shower and cleaned up. Then get yourselves to bed." He ordered. The man did nothing to help as the pair took several unsteady steps forward waiting only long enough for them to give him enough room for him to slip past and slam the bedroom door on them.

The hard bangs on the bedroom door the next morning brought movement from one bed and whimpers from the other. Clover got up and got ready bringing her brother a glass of milk and a banana while she used several wet cloths trying to be careful as she cleaned him up again from what had leaked out over night.

Instead of going to school she crawled in carefully behind her brother and held him tight giving as much love and comfort as she had while both twins cried quietly. Later the phone rang and when their father's angry voice roared out of the answering machine Clover scrambled up and into the kitchen. She waited less than a minute before it rang again.

"I don't care what's wrong get you fucking asses to school or I'll come home and really give you a reason to cry!" The voice screamed out of the phone. Having no other choice Clover poked and prodded her brother helping him get ready with a large wad of toilet paper stuffed carefully between his cheeks. It took a long time to walk the short distance to school and the attendance secretary seeing the slow movements and tear streaked twins simply chalked it up to the horrible loss of their mother and sent them to class.

An hour later a teacher was all most run over by Clover as she raced down the hall during class time. Shaking his head the male looked back and wondered if a scolding would even have an effect but his eyes widened as she yanked open the door to the boys room and ducked inside. More than a little curious the teacher went down the hall and carefully snuck inside. He could hear whimpering along with quiet shushing noises from around the corner.

'They couldn't be at it that fast.' He thought jumping from around the corner. "WHAT are you to doing?!" He demanded. As he spoke the young girl hunched over a boy laying on the floor who seemed to be clutching at her knees with his pants down.

The teacher waited for an answer that didn't come. Slightly irritated he walked forward grabbing the girl by her shoulders and pulling her away. Immediately she began a wild thrashing while the boy on the floor let out a shriek attempting to scrabble to his knees on the floor. The second the teacher grasp was broke the twins flung themselves at each other holding on with claws that hooked into clothes while sobbing like it was the end of the world.

A little shocked by their actions he stepped back trying to figure out what had happened. The girl had been running down the hall like she knew what had gone on but, then why was no one else coming? Seeing a possible new reason for the boys pants being down he pushed open the stalls across from the pair. The red smear on the toilet seat with small drops on the floor had him inspecting the second stall with interest now, the soggy red mass and pink tinged water told him far more than he wanted to know.

He carefully approached the pair now kneeling down behind the boy shifting him so he could lift the tail out of the way. With a great deal of care he placed the tail back on the tile patting the cubs back. "I'll go get the nurse.... I swear who ever did this to you won't ever touch you again."

The girl was trying to grab his arm as he moved away choking out words that he couldn't understand. He pulled his hand away moving off, "I'll be right back." Neither her head shake nor her cry of "WAIT!" stopped the man from leaving. Clover turned back to her twin desperately trying to get him to listen. They had to leave, everything was falling apart and she couldn't stand the thought of loosing him. Their father was the only option left they had to stay together.