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The rain, why did it hurt so much? Not on one's head, but in their heart. Any day it stormed, the ferocity was matched in his emotional state with a turmoil. Snowflake was trying to get better, desperately wanted to allow himself to feel something that wasn't pain and fear and the expectation of violence. He had been battered down, beat into submission by a horror in anthro form that destroyed what little happiness he could garner out of life to enjoy himself. No, that isn't quite true, there was also Klarrann.

If it weren't for his little bigger brother to teach him to love again and come out of the cold shields he had erected to keep from feeling hurt every time his now departed father had raped him when none were paying attention or questioning the rot of his integrity, Snowflake had no clue what he would be doing with his life, now. That is to say, if he were still so blessed. Those other thoughts also occurred to him, but they were slowly receding day by day as his tall muscular younger brother kept tabs on his happiness to ensure he made progress to something positive. Ironic, he had taken the advances of their shared legal guardian to protect him, and Klarrann was now doing the same. One day lived at a time to a tomorrow where the pain could be looked at under a glass in a museum instead of right up to his muzzle like a heckler with a broken bottle cudgel.

He was staring out of his bedroom window at the noisy rain splattering the glass and streaking through the air almost horizontally on a strong predatory wind alike to a giant coyote. "If it stops, we'll go to the fuck festival." It was a soft voice, a soothing presence in the dim unlit room that had the briefest glow from the overcast sky and flashes of lightning in the distance. A firm but gentle paw accompanied it, resting on his slim bare feminine shoulder protectively. He was glad to have klarrann, especially on days like this when he was threatened to lose himself to the dark memories that clung to him like the rapist's very own choking grasp as he was taken against his will and without mercy.

Snowflake continued to watch the white mist splatter against leaves, flowers, and blades of grass in a relentless reflection from a mirrored soul. And like that soul, things slowly eased, improved, became bright again with sunlight coming out strong to the fore yet ever more. The weather was certainly improving, and there wasn't any doubt that he would get to go to one of his favorite festivities. It was like a carnival dedicated to the carnal, and with the way his mind had been warped about sex, it was oddly therapeutic to be a part of it and see others having the enjoyment he could never have. Maybe, the longer he stared at their willful exhibitions with envy, the closer he might come to the broken part within himself.

While he was distracted, there was a pat on his shoulder, a slow thoughtful heated breath on his neck. They came as warnings for what his brother would never do to him unless he were well aware and unsurprised, a broad paw lifting the back of his dress and pulling the back of his diaper away briefly. Once checked and unsoiled, the paw reached around to the front and gave his padded groin a few tentative pokes that met with heavy resistance, indicating that he'd wet and would need a change, anyway. Had he soaked it while those dark memories crashed asunder unto him? There were frequent times when Snowflake found himself incontinent out of a growing panic as he remembered things best left to the oblivion of the past. "You think maybe the rain will stop by the time I get a certain soggy kit in some nice dry pampers?" Klarrann tried to think of something witty and lighthearted to add to that, but after some stutters, gave it up and took the sissy skunk's paw lightly in his own, instead.

Snowflake looked over his shoulder, a visible redness in his eyes from an outburst threatening to break free, and gave a light raise of his nose to afford his consent, as there was no other way Klarrann could find himself touching or leading the smaller mustelid off. "Think of happier things, sweety. You'll pull through it. You're a tough lil snuggle slut, like that." Odd words of encouragement, but his muscular patient little brother always knew how to make him smile and bring a gladdened beat to his heart. A tough lil snuggle slut. It seemed a contradiction, but sometimes effeminate males had to find a willpower to be strong, too.

He gave the window a last thoughtful stare, watching in fascination as the sun turned the rain into a humid mist like lazy smoke. He never understood that phrase until this moment, "Just close your eyes and think of England." Someone being raped in the congress of sexual duty, and trying to distance themselves from the awfulness of it by trying to be in another place mentally. Klarrann stiffened, perhaps because he never thought his sissified brother could make light of such a dark phrase, considering his background of abuse. That too, he understood well. Sometimes dark humor became a coping mechanism to deal with something particularly awful and depressing. "It's okay, really. One day at a time and I'll be over it. I'll-" But at that moment, he lost his center as all those things crashed back down on him, again. "I'll be over how he made me feel, and how useless I am, and how everyday he made me think that I deserved it because I was useless to him. It was my fault he did it," The last hung in the silence like a lingering piano note, illustrating for all how deeply he'd really been hurt. Not just raped into incontinence, but a much bigger hole within the heart.

Klarrann was there like always, a tall imposing presence to snuggle up to when things became too unbearable, when things became like they were before in the room of nightmares where the monster didn't live in the closet or under the bed, but instead climbed into bed with him. He could dwell in that realm forever if it weren't for the nicer things in the world. Just as the rain ceased, there came an orchestra of chirps, whistles, and caws as the local bird population came back into fruitful life. "We should get ready to go, you know, before something else bad happens." How tortured was he to believe that things could be so dismal and think nothing good came of any adventure!

Klarrann had no difficulty guiding the soggy skunky butt to the table where all of his changes took place. The paternal guardian had even cut away the restraining belly band so Snowflake could feel at ease and not be worried about being taken advantage of during his most intimate moments. It was a small gesture, as with many other things, but the smallest acts of kindness and conscientiousness often had the biggest of hearts behind them and spoke volumes upon the character of another that could be considered so thoughtful in rendering such seemingly insignificant pleasantries. "Hop on up, sweets. Let's get you into something more comfortable." It was a strange thought to believe that getting a clean diaper was equivalent to wearing a new outfit, but somehow that very notion lightened his mood with a peculiar giggle.

Snowflake was a bashful blushing baby with a thumb in his mouth faster than Klarrann could blink, laid down on the table with striped tail coiled up between his legs like a onesie as he looked up expectantly with coy little suckles, some spittle slipping free from the corners of his lips as beady eyes stared in wonder. The much taller more masculine skunk had to take a breather and admire such an adorable display of submission, bending over to pick something up off the floor and shake it at the sissy babe.

The smaller male chirped with joy and made grabby paws as Klarrann shook the skunky plush cat toy at him just out of reach, bells in the soft belly jingling with every rattling energetic motion. "Someone's come to visit. Say hi to jinglecat." The adorable churring noises continued as Snowflake could just barely touch the velvety fur with his pawtips just as Klarrann was sneakily slipping the smaller fur's tail out of his way and very slowly peeling each of the diaper tapes aside and folding them in half so they wouldn't re-stick back in place.

Only when each of the six tabs were pulled away did Snowflake finally get his plush, just distracted long enough for Klarrann to pull off the soggy diaper front and give the wet pee soaked skunky bits a quick inspection. "Jinglecaaaaaaat!" Snowflake squealed out happily with excitement, his joyous contortions working in Klarrann's favor as the adorable tushy wiggled free of the soiled nappy long enough for him to yank it away like a stage magician making a tablecloth disappear. So captivated in his rapture, squirming and cuddling up into a childish flurry around the stuffed toy that he didn't notice the unexpected draft and denuding even as Klarrann balled up the salty ramen-smelling padding and tossed the wad quietly into a waste bin.

The protective brotherly sibling was wiping away the remnants of tinkle from around the sissy's bits and rumpcheeks with some disposable cleansing cloths for babies, having to heed the temptation of poking a few fingers into that tender hole or giving the bubbly buns a good few pats or gropes. No telling how Snowflake might react to unwanted contact while he was playing with his jingly toy; it could very well spoil his rambunctious cheerful mood and set him back into the chasm he'd been dwelling in for the past half hour or so before he was found at the window. Instead, he simply slipped the new diaper beneath the huggable heinie and worked quickly to apply lots of powder and secure the tapes before the bouncy adult kit wiggled out of position and frustrated his efforts.

Snowflake found himself looking around curiously a moment later as he felt his dress being tugged down. It was then that he noticed that his soggy butt wasn't so soggy anymore, as he'd been put into a new pink pamper without noticing the change. "Oh wows! Big brotar is a diaper change ninja!" He squeaked out, enjoying the clean crinkles coming from around his tushy, even bringing his knees up against his chest to nibble on his toes even as his pillowy bum was raised in the air and became a perfect target for a playful swat that Klarrann dared not make, big brother simply chuckling at the lighthearted play and booping him lightly on his pointed snout instead.

In all honesty, Snowflake couldn't begin to understand why the diaper changes were so nice and wonderful, not reminders of the past like other sexual things shared between them. Maybe part of it was due to the fact that his father never put him in diapers before; it was an expectation that Snowflake had to do it for himself in private, so perhaps the pampers signaled a break or rest from the misery of being used for his body. He didn't know, really, but somehow having Klarrann change him was like touching that one final innocent bastion of himself that the rapist had not succeeded in spoiling.

All dressed up and somewhere to go. It almost felt like he could be normal again and get back to what he was like before, like he could pick up whatever remains were left and make a new start of it. Out of the corner of his eye, he could already see Klarrann slinging the diaper bag around one hefty shoulder, smiling reassuringly to his little one. Little soul, little heart; it took some time to stoke the flamelet of a candle back into its full confident bright self when too many harsh winds made a pass at it or it became drowned in the sorrows of its own spent reservoir of melted wax.

Anyway, it felt good to be leaving the protective embrace of the quiet house, which had become a boring prison as of late. While he felt safe here, there was nothing new to experience or learn. Sometimes, a fur would risk injury or hardship for that one chance to feel challenged and that moment to grow into someone wiser and stronger. "Let's go." It seemed like a bland statement to signal readiness, but in his clearing eyes, it was more like a promise to finding self worth.

The drive to the carnival grounds was uneventful, which was surprising in itself, as Klarrann didn't lack for angry outbursts for other furs on the road. He needed help out of his big baby car seat because the caved in padding was much too tight and plush to relinquish his diapered bum from its grabby cushions. Once standing up tall in his girly diaper, Snowflake gave the fairground a thoughtful intense looking over while hugging the repurposed cat toy protectively to his bosom before sliding it into a nifty large pocket sewn into the front of his dress. No doubt he looked silly with a conjoined stuffed skunk head poking out his front, but he didn't care, nor could he think of a safer place to put the treasured item.

Spread out before him were tents, mechanical rides driven by puttering generators and miles of thick dust-covered orange cords, and flocks of furs in varying stages of undress. Once or twice a year for two weeks, the most promiscuous souls all gathered from nearby to have a good time, some of it very intense and kinky. "Where do you wanna go first?" Klarrann had taken a knee in front of his delicate sibling after locking up the car with a resonating click and flicker of the headlights from his remote. To be asked that was to be all of liberating, intoxicating, and oppressive at once. What choice could a mind once snared by shackles of pitiable uselessness make? Now that he was free to make his own decisions, it seemed like a cruel joke.

Each day felt like he'd been released from prison, so bogged down in routine and the same offending emotions of helplessness all the time. First things, though, maybe he could start small and work his way up to bigger considerations. "Pizza?" He was undeniably hungry and wanted something to eat that he enjoyed, so maybe after that, he could work up the nerve to get on one of the naughtier rides? Each day probably felt to him like this park was to a lot of the meeker fence-sitters. You couldn't just get on one of those big scary rides that spun you about in every direction, you had to work your way up to them and stoke some sense of courage as your body adjusted to each new sensation gradually. At least, that's what he thought it might be like.

As much as he wanted to eat as soon as he could, they had to wait in a sorta longish line for tickets, as nothing here accepted straight cash. When it was their turn, Klarrann must've spent at least a few hundred for a small roll of tickets. Snowflake suspected that they would have a very good time trying to burn through all of those before it came time to leave at closing time. "Okay, stinkle crinkle, time to get you some noms," then taking his paw very gently and leading the sissy babe sedately at his side like a child as they made their way to the food court area where they were greeted by a sea of picnic tables and parking striped pavement.

Such a varied mix of carnivalesque foods! Cotton candy, popcorn, candy apples, popsicles in the shape of cocks, drinks and juices of varying flavors, hotdogs, hamburgers, ice cream, funnel cakes, and ever popular as always, pizza. Klarrann waited behind a hippo and her four or so kids while she ordered enough food to feed an army of sluts. As they waited for the pizza to cool in its split open box, things almost seemed okay. It was when Snowflake's hunger from staring at the melted cheese turned into dismay at what would happen after he ate his share that sent him over the edge once again. He'd been thoroughly wrecked apart down there and knew that if he had some, there wouldn't be any way to stop what followed as his diaper would quickly fill with a mess that couldn't be held at bay.

The tears found themselves into his lidless cola before he could keep them in check, as well. He was a freak, and now he couldn't even enjoy his favorite foods without being reminded of how he'd been violated over several uncaring years. Klarrann noticed the disconcerting anguish immediately, but didn't know the cause for it. "What's wrong cuddlekins?" He asked, soft, barely discernible above the loud noises of cheers and screams drowning out the regular music of the still night. Before Snowflake even knew where they'd come from, both of his brother's paws were wrapped around his own and squeezed reassuringly. "Whatever it is, we can make it better together." How he wanted to give flight to fancy and pretend that such naked optimism could make everything right again like a fairy tale ending. If only,

If nothing else, however, such sweet gentleness was deserving of a straight answer, "If I eat that, I won't be able to stop what comes out. I don't want anyone here to see me like a freak. I can't help it!" The last came as an unintended frustrated shriek at his own state of helplessness, gaining him some unwanted attention and making Snowflake feel even more like a spoiled brat throwing a tantrum. Even if no one here could guess his true age or gender except by smelling up close, it was still degrading to have those dirtying feelings of shame in public despite him having no say in the matter over his bowel habits.

Klarrann leaned over the table, some of the fur in his forearm sticking in the gooey cheese as he reached out a paw to give his older brother a reassuring caress along the silken fur of his cheek. "Shh. Don't worry about that. Focus on me. Think about what matters to you and nothing else. You like pizza and rides, so enjoy those and don't give a crap what anyone else thinks. You aren't the first lil skunky to need diapers, but," he gave Snowflake a light playful poke on the end of his nose, smiling broadly with wide expressionful endearing eyes, "but I know you'll be the soggiest and stinkiest lil skunkbaby out there, and big brother will be there to change your padding like a lightbulb and brighten up your day again." It took a few moments to clear up all of the tears and snot, not to mention a sizeable pawful of napkins, but despite wet itchy eyes and a clogged up nose that whistled with every deep heavy breath, Snowflake did start to feel better.

He had to hold the large drink in both paws to keep from spilling it, not so big or strong as his protective brother. After sipping an inch or so off the top with dainty slurps of his tongue, he set it down and went straight for the first slice of pizza, the cheese already congealing into hardness like lumpy gold. Even with most of the heat gone, the food was still really easy to nibble on compared to eating it straight out of the fridge at two in the morning or so. Knowing someone else was going to clean up the resulting mess was all it took to give him the confidence to finish his portion of the pie with gusto. Snowflake burped just as he dropped a last scrap of browned crust on the empty grease-stained box, unable to eat anymore.

The sissy skunkette wasn't quite suffering from his dinner, yet, but he could certainly feel it brewing within. It was a sobering sensation of helplessness, but one he usually bore with grace when alone. Out in public, there were other thoughts and shames that chilled his spine as he seemed to preen for approval from strangers. A silly notion, but in an irrational mind slaked at the table of emotion for eons, he was trapped in such worries since he had no resilient sense of self-worth. He let out a soft nervous squeak as Klarrann grabbed ahold of his drink and nudged him out of his seat with a prompting elbow. "Come along now, dear. New places to go and enjoy." As if to punctuate that thought, he looked up over the taller skunk's shoulders at a sea of spinning lights and loud dance music on loudspeakers set to dazzle the eyes and set the imagination ablaze.

To his left was a spinning swingset with rotating column at least forty feet in the air designed with playing cards from Alice in Wonderland, a two story funhouse with varying obstacles designed like a 50's malt shop, and bumper cars painted like taxis and police cars. To the right were a straight drop freefall that was colored with random neon paint like an 80's mural, a swaying ship with a pirate theme and a pink mermaid nailed to the front, a spinning caterpillar track called "The Flipper" which was painted to look like a giant flamboyantly gay dolphin in black speedos juggling. Each of these rides that Snowflake could see had two things in common: they were brightly lit, and incorporated anal play to some degree for their duration.

For his part, the little skunky was always a bit leery about having things poked up his bum, but for some reason when a machine was doing it, the intrusion seemed acceptable. It seemed a strange notion to think like that, but then, machines never took advantage of you like cold unfeeling malefurs did; they simply performed their intended functions without complaint. Perhaps it was the knowledge that the robotic penetrators weren't getting anything out of taking his tail that set his shattered mind at ease. "Have you decided which one you want to ride first?" Indeed, so many choices. His head whipped itself into a frenzy as he took in every aspect and tried to make a decision.

With the bumper cars, he remembered that every time a fur got bumped, a dildo would then get shoved up their rears with a speed and intensity that matched the force of the impacts. He looked on and saw a lithe geeky otter wearing nothing but glasses writhing in confused pleasure as an especially hard bump no doubt left his hole reeling. While he was distracted, other naughty drivers took advantage of his confusion to bump-fuck him a few more times to send him over the edge to cumming paws free. It looked fun, but a bit too direct and malicious for the skunkette sissy's tastes.

The flipper was more like an upside-down sybian on steroids, the swingset was a simple dildo seat and same for the ship, the funhouse was a different beast. The two story walking simulator of sorts had a very strange system. A fur had to wear some kind of locking magnetized metal bikini with a conveniently large hole in the back that would have the wearer randomly sticking to various holes in the walls, floor, moveable objects, and fake furniture so that different-shaped objects could stab up into their rumps like gloryholes of doom. The whole thing was randomized so that no two rides were ever the same, but also to such an extent that a fur going through it wouldn't escape with less than five penetrations (oftentimes furs loitered about to get ten times that many until the horsecocks started coming out to scare them off).

Again, he found it difficult to decide, given all the options and how each of those different anal adventures made him feel in the past. Some were probably a bit too rough for a fur's first time, but there were a few gentler pounders. Maybe he would be better off on the ship? At least the dildo seat was immovable, and only caused stimulation by the inertia generated by his own body. The same was true for the swing, although that thing went too high for him to feel comfortable or safe. At some point, like a horse dildo, he'd work himself up to it, but starting off on the deep end of the anal swimming pool was just a bad idea all around. He was nibbling one of his claws and pointed at "The Booty Plunderer" with the other, squeaking shyly for Klarrann's attention. "I wanna be a pirate!" Snowflake chirped, excited waggling tail causing his diaper to crinkle all the more.

The taller mustelid looked up at the swaying vessel briefly, his paws full from their drinks while he shrugged his shoulders to work out some cramps. "Are you good to ride it by yourself? It might be too scary for princess crinkle-skunky to have her rump pillaged." His brother teased as he went to wait in the line, Snowflake wiggling a paw into one of his pants pockets to fish around for the tickets, finding a whole other herring altogether. Klarrann blushed and gave a distracted cough to the delicate paw squeezing around his flaccid squishy boner through the thin fabric of the pocket. "Tickets are in the other side, sweety. Save big brother's squeak toy for another day, eh, baby?" The more masculine skunk was trying to be casual about it, avoiding the distraction of basic primal lusting urges while they were in a carnival that offered way better opportunities for getting stuffed besides one meager crittercock.

Snowflake could only giggle and relent after some hesitation, slurping the musk and pre off his fingers like melted donut glaze. Klarrann was undoubtedly right, and there would be countless rides and booths that would see his big brother putting that mischievous tool to good use. At the least certainly a kissing booth that offered favors more intimate than a mere peck on the cheekfur. It was nearly time for his turn when he found the roll of coupons, but Snowflake gave the limp beast another teasing grope just to be a cheeky slut and make his brother all the more horny and nervous. Klarrann seemed open to anal done to himself on occasion, but he wasn't so keen on it tonight, plus there was the additional consideration of being a drink caddy while the sissy had his fun.

Four tickets, fairly cheap given the amount of cleaning and sanitation work the ride required between each session. One antiseptic wash of the ribbed rubber dildos followed by another wash with a lube sprayer to get everything ready for the next bunch of riders. The fact that the plastic seats were also soaked in lube wasn't a problem with the padded restraint bar that was secured over each row to keep every butt firmly planted on their footlong dildo and unable to wiggle free off of it. Basically, it was like getting pinned in a display case like a butterfly. Between a dong and a hard place, he wasn't going anywhere. Snowflake was amongst the first of the furs in line, so he had first choice of seating.

He lucked out and found a bright pink nub-covered dildo with a reasonably pointy tip for easier insertions. It looked like a long dolphin cock covered in pleasurable bumps. It wouldn't be hard to take while wearing his diaper, as the hole in the back that let his tail out also worked both ways and allowed something long and hard to find its way directly under his dock to his anus. The only furs that had trouble were the various females that wanted to ride theirs vaginally, having to either sit down naked or with panties pulled aside in a slightly awkward leaning over position until it had seated itself properly and they could slouch comfortably like the rest of the anally-inclined passengers.

Unable to see what was going on behind him, he had trouble lifting up the back of his dress while pointing the tapered tip at the convenient elastic tail hole in his pink diaper. He hoped the opening in the diaper could take the girth being crammed through there beside his tail, adding to that thought the dubious capability of his ass to take such a wiggly monster without much recent practice. He'd had Klarrann and toys up there, but not something girthy that belonged on the loins of an orca. The skunky let out a resigned gasp as he offered up his rump to the intruder, hard textured rubber spreading his tunnel around its diameter to fit. The fullness felt good, and because it wasn't a penis shape that he associated with abuse made the problems of yesteryear almost disappear as he wiggled on it to get more comfortable.

Delicious fulfillment, he couldn't imagine having anything else up there that could possibly feel just as good. Snowflake had a fun time chirping and squirming on the dildo that a sudden random series of slurps to his right snapped him out of his own pleasant fantasies. Other unknown malefurs of varying species had also impaled themselves all too eagerly on awaiting seats, the restraint bar slapping down and cranking into a locked position before he could have any second thoughts about being trapped with such strange bedfellows as these other lithe analgasmic sissies. Although quite nervous about where he was and who he was with, all Snowflake needed to do was close his eyes and pretend that he was somewhere else being fucked by,

What. Being fucked by what? Too willing to take the tentacle toy, he hadn't even considered a fantasy to go along with the probing. Maybe a fantasy of a pirate dolphin ravishing his depths like a sissy needful cabin boi? In any case, the idea of a cetacean fantasy seemed to work for him since a cetacean was about as far in physical description from the one that abused him as was possible. Feminine, furless, differently shaped cock. Maybe he could give himself to one of them willingly one day. In any case, the ride began and filled his thoughts with lustful naughty ideas that coincided with the weightless fucking and vertigo of being lifted and crashed down against the circumference with relentless force. Glory, it was glory. Heavenly motions under the ocean as his enthusiastic mind delved into the dream that replaced what dank world anal had always been for him.

The ride ended far too soon, all things considered, as he was left wanting more on the edge of release, yet had to extricate himself for the next bunch of furs once it came to a halt and the bar came up. His nose was immediately flooded by the musky stink of other butts and vulvas coming off their chosen mounts with wet sloppy noises and the spraying of different sexual fluids as dongs broke contact. In a few instances, furs had managed to orgasm from the experience, but overall the ride was far too short to give the rest that final push over the edge that they needed; a taunting ride on the ship. If he wanted some sense of release, he should've either stuck his paws down into his diaper, or would need to find another ride that was sure to let him experience the desired effect.

Snowflake spent as long on the toy as he could, but when the operator was getting ready to spray down each row with antiseptic rinse, the skunk got the hint immediately that he should stop lingering and head onto somewhere else.

All in all, for a first ride, it wasn't bad at all. Just as he suspected, he was even starting to gain some confidence for more of the bold anal adventures within the park. A hot blush broke his cheeks just as his long poofy tail curled up against the back of his tail, the dildo slurping reluctantly from his hole with an audible vacuuming noise as his gape seemed to suck wind for a few seconds before sealing itself up. His shame grew when he saw something at the tip of the dong he wish he hadn't, knowing he was going to be due for a diaper change very soon. Judging by the slight smudge, maybe an hour or so of rides before he messed and had to get changed. On the other paw, once Klarrann cleaned him up and put him in a new nappy, he would be good to go for the rest of the night as long as he didn't eat anything else. Wetting would be another story entirely, as there were always occasions to drink juice or cola. Gotta keep a baby hydrated, after all.

Just as he was waddling awkwardly through the exit gate while his wide opened ass protested to him with a dull aching soreness that also left him very satisfied, his stomach grumbled with a few bubbly cramps that foretold his previous assessment, giving him enough warning to know that the time he had to enjoy the semi-clean diaper was indeed limited. Aside from the quivering rump, Snowflake didn't have any other issues trying to get back to his guardian, who was now only holding one drink after having finished his own and tossed it in the trash. "Brothar, I don't know what ride I want to do next, but um," it was very hard for him to say, even if it had already become an inevitable part of their relationship. Klarrann waited patiently, silently, not beckoning in any awkward way for the skunkette to finish his nervous declaration. "I think I'll need a change soonish. I don't know when, but I can feel it starting to work on me. Maybe two or three more rides before it happens." He was as vague as he could be, trying not to admit what his body would do to him out of some sort of modest shame. Maybe if he didn't mention the body function by name, it wouldn't happen. Sillier things have happened than denying the inevitable, but to blatantly point out what was about to drop into his diaper was too much for Snowflake's fragile personality to handle at the moment.

Klarrann simply gave a slight nod, no questions or anything else. He knew not to say anything, the same way that for Snowflake to come forward and say what he already had in the vaguest terms possible was itself an accomplishment that bordered itself on courage and convenience. Maybe because to talk about incontinence was to court those memories of abuse, as they were quite entangled through years of intermingling as one horrific episode that defied explanation to separate. "You do you. We'll go have more fun. What ride do you want this time?" This seemingly unrelated inquiry had given Snowflake pause, and for good reason. Perhaps the funhouse of mechanical gloryholes would be a fun place to start in getting into his rhythm. One might be inclined that being randomly penetrated out of nowhere would be scary to somefur with a past full of rape and abuse like himself, but it was in fact the randomness that made it fun and bearable.

This realization was mainly due to his father not being some random rapist, but one who deliberately planned out every part of the process. Having every part of the assault organized in advance somehow made it worse and ruined any future romanticism for other sexual romps he could have. In fact, he often wondered why Klarrann didn't take advantage of the situation more often during changes and other times, but suspected that it had something to do with his big brother not knowing when sexual contact with a rape victim was appropriate or would cause more problems overtime.

He had his paws on his drink for a few more minutes, getting some cute blushing licks in with wags of his lush silky tail raised up high like a squirrel as he chittered affectionately at his brother's much taller side while waiting for their turn. Unlike other rides in the park, a new rider could only get into the funhouse if some other fur got off with a metal bikini that matched his size. True, there were horsecocks that eventually came out to deter loitering, but this sometimes actually encouraged more furs to linger around if they were size queens. The only time the size queen sissies left the ride was when those same horsecocks started raping them while covered in chili pepper lube to really scare them straight; fiery bowels was probably the last thing most furs wanted, and very rarely would you get the masochistic ones that stuck around after that point, in which case security had to be called to give them special attention. In that case, they were busy for hours and eventually left the park several pounds heavier with a mixed blend of cum as the security office fucktoy as each guard sought relief in more ways than one.

In any case, Snowflake wasn't expecting to sit around THAT long. Maybe fifty or so random pokes deeply up the bowel, and he'd be happy to scamper off somewhere else. He was hoping to be left tired and satiated by the time he padded off, so he'd certainly get his money's worth. As he drank another few inches off the top of his beverage, one of the steel bikinis in his size managed to find itself back at the ticket booth. The operator had some trouble fitting the bikini and the side tie chains in place over his thick diaper, but somehow managed it. Once it was locked and irremovably in place, the fur working the ride poked a hard plastic dildo through the five inch diameter tail hole in the back to see if it lined up properly where Snowflake's anus would most efficiently and satisfactorily meet every dildo thrust as his rump was randomly magnetized to each active gloryhole on the path.

As he was let loose and allowed to explore, the floor, wall, and even ceiling was dotted with a big assortment of holes like swiss cheese. It kind of reminded him of that scene from Indiana Jones where spikes came out of the wall, except these were functional in a different way, and therefore operated for another more degrading entertaining purpose than one might otherwise not expect. Snowflake Skunkette and the Temple of Dicktraps, there, he had his fantasy, now to go explore and find the treasure at the end: a well-fucked ass!

Where he was at, the opening vestibule was safe and had no traps, but once he stepped his hindpaws out into the greater expanse of depravity, there would be no virginal safety to be had; his hole would be well quenched with thrusting toys and spared no lustful entanglements. Truly, it was the only way to live! The enthusiasm exuded by other furs going through the "House of Hard Cocks" was particularly infectious and had Snowflake stepping forth with the first step out of his comfort zone and into the wild yonder.

Nothing happened at first, nothing that he dreaded, anyway, so he began walking towards a floor made out of metal rollers with ensconced handrails. Setting foot on the lengthy rows of rolling pins was a bit like ice skating as he struggled to keep his balance. Only when he'd made it safely to the other side where there was an automated staircase did the first taste of the inevitable happen. He thought he'd been clumsy and fallen backwards on his padded butt at first, but then let out a sharp surprised squeak as something warm and wet stabbed itself through the lined up holes of the bikini and his diaper to stab directly up his tailhole with one lewd careful stinger-like thrust of pointed sheep cock before receding and allowing him to stand up again to go on his way.

Snowflake looked behind him, still a bit shaken and surprised as he reached back to poke a finger into the openings to see if there was any damage up there. Aside from an oily trickly oozing out of his skunk pucker, there was none, and honestly, he was surprised that he hadn't sprayed his potent musk when he'd been violated on the first strike. Satisfied that nothing was wrong, he put his footpaws on each of the sawing teeth of the stairs as they lifted him up in a seesaw motion. No sooner had he gotten up to the top than surprise buttsecks was encountered yet again, this time a wild stag dildo held him against the wall like a gloryhole and wouldn't disengage the magnet until Snowflake had gotten his probing.

After one quick stab all the way to the hilt, he was released from this hole and let loose. It had been awhile since he'd done this ride, but he was remembering that each cock in the wall only got one jab before it was time to progress. Of course, that didn't stop him from wanting more, although he suspected that furs only got one thrust due to safety reasons and the speed involved with the mechanisms. So far things were manageable and he could handle the sizes involved, but this was likely to help ease one into the big boys down the line.

On the second story were two side by side conveyor belts going in different directions, and while there weren't any holes in the rubber tracks, the walls more than compensated for that lack. And after that, a long giant rotating hamster tunnel speckled with them like cheetah spots. It would be impossible to get through the tunnel unscathed, but he'd still have to get out decently fast, and he certainly didn't entertain any notions of lingering around on the ride longer than necessary, as horsecocks were well out of his league!

Just as he was going along the speedy rubber belts, his tail hole was yet again magnetized to the wall, this time a thin twisty cock drilling itself into his rump almost two feet deep. It belonged to a pig, and it was certainly flexible enough to tickle his tonsils safely, if it came to that. Taking long cocks at ridiculous depths was safe as long as the cock was designed to bend and flex whereas the bowel wasn't. The slimy tickling against his anus as it poked him and retreated had him nearly cumming in his diaper from the unusually pleasant strangeness of the twirling sensation. He wasn't sure if he'd let a pig anthro fuck him, but the cock certainly felt quite nice.

Now came the moment of truth, which was the rotating tunnel followed by a magical hall of mirrors that distorted a furs dimensions in every way imaginable, some even showing secrets into the character and the dreams sought. He didn't have a chance to even set his other paw on the curved plastic floor of the giant tube before he was temporarily taken hostage again, this time a small pony's cock stabbing into his bowel like a little fist as its soft silicone flare scraped its way back out of his anus with an audible pop. This time he definitely felt sore, but it could've been worse, and no better horsecock for a beginner to take than a miniature horse one, as the girth that he had to work with was just bearable.

The next surprise encounter was what felt like a pointy Doberman cock shoving itself rudely into him with a wide squishy knot, keeping tied no longer than the other probes before pulling out of his helplessly magnetized skunky butt with a wet plop and a spraying of lube juices all over the backs of his thighs like warm sticky cum gobs, some of it soaking into his purple fuzzy legwarmers with built in spats. He was left even more sore from the unexpected pullout, but it was a satisfied soreness that radiated a nice warmth from around his anus.

He was making his way towards the center when the next encounter happened, a nearly two inch thick lion cock with ticklish silicone whiskers as barbs fluttered into and out of his hole with a flourish like a wet feather duster. The skunk lay on the curvature of the floor in distracted contentment for a few seconds as he recounted the feline dildo in delirious delight. By the time he got back up and set his paw to the rotating wall for balance, the next dildo snared him against one of the cubbyholes and jabbed a long thin tapered tentacle covered in lewd suction cups up his back end and pulled it out with the same feverish pace to leave him panting and hot for more.

He escaped from the tunnel relatively unscathed with an ass unsated and wishing he hadn't. There were sure to be more than enough opportunities to see himself filled before the night was through. The hall of mirrors greeted him, and with a variance of scenery that he hadn't previously considered as the reflective looking glasses showed him not mere distortions of his body, but what he would look like if he were a different species or even gender. They were certainly things he'd never seen before, a wonder to behold. One such example gave him pause, if he ever wanted to know what he'd look like as a sissy ponyboi with skunk-dyed fur.

Snowflake stood there preening at his reflections so magically distorted until a rude distraction caught up with him from his butt getting sucked into the floor so something big and humanoid could get shoved up into him. It gave him pause, and it killed whatever fun he was having as tears started up at the most inconvenient time possible. The dildo that had just savaged him felt just like his father's, a big girthy decently long skunk cock. He remembered those features all too well. And because he remembered, he wasn't merely dragged to a hole for rape, he was dragged down into a pit of another sort. As he stood there, tears starting to roll down his cheeks, everything became a cruel mess.

The mirrors seemed to rotate around him on a carousel track, or perhaps it was his depressed mind making them do that. The carnival music seemed to grow dark, deviant, and with a hint of mockery as calliope's that seemed to laugh at him derisively. Amidst the laughing organs and festive noise of cruel jesting taunts, the magic of the mirrors seemed to turn against him; a thousand different furswaps of his color scheme on different scaled and furred anthro species now seemed to laugh and point at him with bright red eyes. "What do you want!?" He wanted to be angry, to confront the prelude to nightmare before it devolved into even more nastiness, but had already lost what little will he had to defy the bite of the memories.

The calliope echoed with a tone on the wind that seemed to sound like, "Your fault. Your fault. Your fault. Your fault. Useless skunk, your fault." And even though a musical instrument shouldn't have been capable of such cognizance, he knew exactly what it was talking about. It was his fault, his fault he'd been raped. He remembered now. Those memories that he'd buried so deep because he didn't want to confront them before because they had condemned to a hell undeserved. It was his fault because he asked for it, he remembered now.

At least twenty years ago, a sacrifice was asked for to sate the hunger of the beast. The beast wanted a helpless child to quench that need, but Snowfire (his former name before he had to change it since it wasn't fitting for a girl like his father wanted) stepped forward and offered himself as the sacrifice, instead. Initially, the beast of the bed balked, perhaps not finding the older brother pleasing enough, but he relented once enough noise was made and he got what he wanted, anyway: some small young hole that wouldn't fight back whenever he had a craving to take it.

And from that deal with the devil, Snowflake was born. Poor pitiful Snowflake, unable to resist or offer any struggle for fear that their father would try his luck with Klarrann, instead. "No! You don't get to define who I am. Only I have that right." He attacked the darkness from within and without with words, with conviction, with courage that only comes from facing old abuses and fears to find the truth. Snowflake in name only, the chosen name of a submissive girl, now it was time to break out of his shell and discover who he was. "It's my fault it happened, and tonight I make another choice. I won't live in that world anymore. My abuser may be dead, but his hooks have been in me a long time. Tonight, this night, he is gone and I am here. The legacy of abuse ends and I forget he ever existed." As he made his speech into the shadow world, he saw one last reflection in the mirror: it was Klarrann, but it wasn't. A big tall skunk seemed to greet him from the other side of the mirror universe, where every aspect of reality was distorted or perverted.

It took a lot of staring before he realized what he was looking at. It wasn't Klarrann, it was himself if he'd been allowed to grow instead of having his diet stunted by his father so he'd stay small and helpless forever. But, he wasn't small and helpless, was he? He always felt that way because he'd been living under a shadow that had been haunting him as long as he could remember. "Your fault, your fault, your fault, your fault, your fault." Again, came the vibrant ghostly music of the calliope organ, and this time he didn't care. It only hurt if he let it, if he let the fish-hooks of the past dig themselves into his skin and pull up the emotion like an old carpet with old pet potty stains beneath.

This time, the same cock dragged him down into the hole as before, and he was unfazed. He didn't enjoy it like the others, but at least it didn't get under his skin, either. He could accept it for what it was, and not a reminder of a previous chapter that had held his heart hostage. Snowflake was able to put it out of mind and go on his way, but not before looking back over his shoulder at his future that could've been but never would be. He recognized the necessary sacrifice in the mirror. Only one brother could be tall and strong while the other was consigned to a hell in short stature. It was his fault and he'd made the right choice with no regrets. Now, he had to live with it and do the best he could to pursue his own happiness.

Klarrann looked at the strange steady creature coming out from the other side of the funhouse, offering up the metal bikini to the steward there. It looked like Snowflake, but he didn't have any of the same cautious uncertain motions to his composure. From a distance, it almost looked like a highly paid actor doppelganger paid to imitate his brother without having a grasp of the small skunk's emotional spectrum. He didn't know what happened or what was wrong, but something had definitely changed, like Snowflake had finally stopped caring about everything and had decided to kill himself. That couldn't be what was going on, but it was the only thing he could think of that might trigger such an about face of a normally pessimistic shy attitude and outlook on life.

In any case, he was coming over, so he could ask his brother what was going on, maybe set his own fears at ease. It had to be something simple, surely? Before he could say anything, Snowflake spoke up with years of wisdom and acceptance that he'd all but lacked when he first entered the theme park. "You have a lot of time to think in there, you know, when you're alone with the worst nightmares." As his older brother spoke, Klarrann was hoping that he wasn't talking about suicide even though it began to sound like it. Flowery euphemistic language always seemed to lean towards death, in his opinion, something about fatalism and wanting to leave a meaningful last message to the world.

Now he had reason to be concerned, worry spilling over onto a normally stoic face. "Hun, are you okay? You don't sound like yourself." And in this regard he was taken aback, for even Snowflakes eyes had changed, no longer watery and vulnerable with a lingering sadness as they always had before. There was a long strange gap in time as the diminutive skunk stood there and thought about how to phrase his words, poofy tail wagging about with the contemplation.

His brother seemed pensive all the more, solemn but not scared, depressed but no longer despairing. "Better, I'm better. It's like I remembered for a short time who I was, who I can be, again. Maybe next time the carnival comes by, I can reminisce on being Snowfire and the happier days before I sacrificed what made me so special to preserve that spark of decency within you." Klarrann's startled intake of breath would've been noticeable were Snowflake not busy with his epiphany, but the surprise met with a resigned guilt once the last words of the statement caught up with him. It was his fault that Snowflake was like this. There was penance he'd not paid for or even heeded until after their father passed away.

The shorter skunk was busy sorting out his confused feelings, but not so distracted that he didn't notice those heavy feelings of guilt and dread playing so plainly across Klarrann's face like spectrous shades. "No, big brother. None of this is yours or anyone's fault. Only one must pay for the sins of the past, and I'm sure there'll be a day when we can forgive him for the monster he was." A moment passed from such a thoughtful observation, Snowflake deciding to break the silence with something more lighthearted. "Well, what do you think we should do next?" Except, there became one obvious setback to their plans which set the sissy skunkette to blushing profusely. "I mean, what do you wanna do after you change my diaper?" He squeaked out nervously, becoming a little kit again almost instantaneously, but no longer carrying other fur's baggage. Klarrann could only chuckle and lead him by the paw to the convertible bathroom semi's where the baby stations were, grateful for whatever magic was present in the carnival working its powers on his special little Snowflake.