kiddo who comes home crying. runs up the stairs and slams the door, throwing themself into the pile of stuffies on their bed and refusing to move. dad who hears it from his office and wastes no time going up the steps, heart racing with worry for his beloved pup. when he opens the door, a slew of papers flies towards him, blinding him.
“you said you loved me!” the sad little one wails, sobbing into the teddy bear in their lap. “you said it was special!”
he’s so confused — what is happening right now??
and then he looks down at the pile on the floor; homework, evidently. for their sexual education class. and there’s a pamphlet peeking out that makes his stomach sink like a stone.
‘Identifying Rape: Coercion, Intoxication, and Other Things That Might Seem Okay But Aren’t’
oh. that’s what this is about.
“my puppy, my beautiful beautiful baby mutt,” he coos softly, climbing onto the bed behind his trembling little. he wraps his arms around them, refusing to let go, even when they’re fighting him off like it’s life or death. he just shushes and kisses them, holding them close and tight until their breathing slows enough for them to hear him.
“are you okay?” he whispers. the reply is a soft, small grunt that clearly says ‘no.’ “will you let me explain?”
silence this time. he smiles into their hair, rubbing his face into them.
“i know this is scary right now,” he starts slowly, his voice gentle and clear, “but i do love you. so much, so much more than you know. you’re my everything, my baby, you know that.”
“but the lady at school said that’s not what you do with your family, even if you love them so much!” they argue, pushing their head out of the hold of his arms. they use this newfound freedom to glare up at him, lip trembling, cheeks red and streaked with tears. confusion and betrayal warred with the anger in their eyes, clearly trying to stay mad instead of melting into his arms like they want to.
“tell me the word you learnt today,” dada says calmly, using the pads of his thumbs to wipe away her tears. “you can say it, it’s okay.”
the puppy’s lip trembles harder as they duck their head down. “rape,” they whisper, crying again, but silently now.
daddy kisses their forehead and smiles gently, encouragingly. “tell me what it means.”
“it’s when someone uses a power imbalance to take advantage of you sexually,” they say softly, slowly, reciting. but as they keep talking, their voice rises, their anxiety spikes higher, their hands begin to shake once more. “it’s when someone forces you to have sex with them. it’s mean and it’s cruel and-“
“and,” daddy interrupts gently, pulling his baby in close again, wrapping himself around them so tight the shaking stops, “has daddy ever been mean or cruel to you?” he rubs their hands in his much bigger ones, reinforcing how tiny they were compared to him. he watches as their brain starts to slip away, to run from the information you’ve gathered today, and he’s patient, even though he doesn’t want to be.
“yeah!” the little one says, but their downcast eyes show they know the truth. “when you tease me.”
daddy chuckles, then brings a hand up to their jaw, tilting their head up to look at him. “so it can’t be rape if you’re only ever upset that i haven’t touched you yet, right, pup?” he watches their face burn and flush as they try to look down, away, but he doesn’t let go. “answer me.”
the sad kiddo stares up at their father, their owner, the love of their life. their heart skips and their dick twitches and they try to shake it off. some part of their brain recognizes that this is wrong but can’t do anything about it. they slip a little farther away, their words slurring a bit more as the hands that built them, that cradle and love and find every spot on their body that makes them shiver, gently push away every anxiety and fear with just their resting on the pup’s jaw.
“yes, daddy,” they whisper, eyes going wide and stupid.
he smiles and tilts his head, eyes shining with excitement. “and you know i have to punish you now for saying i don’t love you, right?” he all but purrs, grinning ear to ear. “and for believing those people at school over me?” his hand slides down their jaw, resting at their throat. he sets his wrist on their collar, making the tiny bell ring through the room.
the pup looks ashamed, remorseful, and they clench their thighs with nothing close to subtlety. “yes, daddy,” they whimper, leaning into the hand at their throat.
it tightens. they whine. dad palms his crotch with his free hand before sliding it up their standard issue uniform skirt he knows they’re bare beneath. their cunt is as wet as their eyes, and they turn into putty in his hands. in seconds, their nails dig into his forearm, whimpering as they reach so close so close- they’re forced still, unable to find any release.
“m’sorry, dad,” they whine, trying desperately to move their hips. they’re met with a slap, and he grins at how their hole clenches around his fingers. “please, dad, m’sorry.”
“you don’t get to cum until you say it,” he coos, stroking their inner walls teasingly. they shiver and shudder, whimpering in embarrassment and need.
“say what?” they beg, trembling on his hand.
he leans in close, breath brushing across their ear. “that you know i love you more than anything,” he growls softly. “that you know i would never hurt you, that i do this because i love you, and that you’ll always trust me because i always know what’s best. say it, and i’ll let you cum.”
their whimper is cut off by a squeak as they’re tossed backwards, cunt left aching and empty. they moan as their skirt is dragged from their hips, and dad’s lips are on the inside of their thigh before they can process anything at all.
“say it,” he whispers against their cunt before placing gentle, taunting kisses over their thighs and mound.
“please, daddy,” they whimper, tangling their fingers in his curls. they tug and pull, trying desperately to get one of daddy’s most special kisses where they need it most. “please, m’sorry, i won’t do it again-“
they’re cut off with a slap on their cunt, making them cry out. “that’s not what i told you to say, toy,” he reprimands. “don’t dolls say what they’re programmed to? don’t you wanna be your daddy’s favorite doll? say what i told you to.”
he dives into their cunt, lapping like a starved animal. the pup wails and bucks their hips, fucking their father’s mouth. close, so close, it’s so close they can taste it, they’re begging— he stops too soon, leaving them hanging off a cliff and sobbing their pleas.
“im sorry!” they wail, speech turned stupid as their brain gets farther away and they turn into a mindless toy for their own blood. “m’sorry, dada, i know you love me more than- more than anythin’- n i know you’d never ever hurt me!!! n i only trust dada now cus only dada love me dis much!”
“good dog!” he praises, voice dripping with love and adoration. “you’re absolutely right, my puppy, you learn so quickly.”
their reward was swift; thick fingers pushing in and out of their cunt, soft lips latching around their cock and sucking so hard they saw stars. it takes seconds for them to fall apart, whimpering like the desperate pup they are and clenching their thighs around their father’s head.
he stays down there for a while, using his fingertips and tongue to spell out apologies for how frightened they must have been today. the mutt’s mind is far away, floating on a cloud somewhere as their hips roll uncontrollably on his tongue.
they come to when they’re rolled onto their stomach. dad’s arm wraps around their throat from behind and they lift their ass, whimpering like an excited puppy.
“please, dada, please fill me up,” they whine, grinding against the leaking tip of him.
he chuckles above them, locking them tighter against him. “such a needy pup,” he purrs as he slides inside. they go limp, pure bliss on their face as their brain shuts off completely. “tell me why you’d ever think i did this to hurt you. doesn’t daddy’s cock feel perfect? doesn’t it fit like you were made for it?”
but the doll just babbles and drools, eyes rolling back as load after load is bullied into their desperate cunt. they don’t need to answer right now, it’s okay; dada knows what they mean.
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