Recovery
#3 of Education, eh?
Number three, they're coming fast!
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The little arctic vixen woke up slowly, her fur feeling matted and stuck together between her legs. She felt what she was laying on rise up a little, so she opened her eyes slowly and with slight difficulty as they were stuck together with tears from the night before. She rubbed her head back and forth lightly, feeling her father's chest fur rubbing against her cheek. She tried to sit up, but had to stop as she started to move, wincing at how difficult it was to move the lower half of her body. She held back a little whimper and opened her eyes to see if she'd woken her dad. He was still asleep from what she could see. She looked around for her pyjamas but couldn't find them, so pulled his shirt off of the bedpost and pulled it on, still too tired to fumble with the buttons.
She managed to pull herself up onto her knees, her legs feeling slightly numb and unwilling to work with the pain in her private area. She knelt on the bed, sitting on the backs of her heels with her paws in her lap to think about what she had done and what it meant. She felt strange inside, she had asked her dad to be her first and he had agreed. She began to panic, thinking that the feeling in the pit of her stomach meant that she was pregnant when she remembered that she hadn't started going into heat yet, calming down immensely. She gave up on the shirt buttons and got close to her dad again, laying her head on his chest and tilting her muzzle down so it was trapped between her own chest and his side, nuzzling him like that. After she had nuzzled him he began to stir as well, his arms slipping around her and holding her gently against his chest.
"Morning sweetheart..." was the first thing he managed to mumble. It took a couple of seconds to come back to him, but he suddenly remembered what he had done last night. His heart sank, she might feel differently now and say he should've told her no when she asked him to take her for the first time. He was worried to open his eyes to see how badly she would react when he felt a soft muzzle touching his and kissing it. She wanted to climb up onto his chest and lie there like that, but it hurt too much to try to get her leg up and around his waist. He sat up slowly and opened his eyes, looking down at her with a smile. Her hair was a mess, the fur under her eyes made it clear she'd cried a lot the night before, but then again she had been crying before she got into bed with him. He looked as slowly as he could towards her crotch, seeing the damage he had done. Her cunny was swollen and red, with the surrounding fur covered in blood, as was /his/ crotch from the way they had fallen asleep. But in spite of all that she was smiling widely.
She leant in and cuddled around his chest as best she could, moving upwards as well for another kiss. He couldn't help but smile at his little girl's perkiness considering how much pain she must be in. He stopped for a second and looked at her, only now noticing that she was wearing his shirt. He leant over and gently lifted her up, letting her lay on his chest again, putting a paw on the back of her head and running his paws through her hair. She rocked her head around softly in his paws, a high murring sound coming from her as he gently scratched behind her ears. She leant forward with a bit too much enthusiasm and then let out a quiet yelp and whimpering at the pain in her lower area.
He lifted her softly and set her down on the bed, rubbing her cheek gently. "You sit tight sweetheart. I've got a good idea."
"Ok daddy." It felt kind of odd to keep calling him daddy, but she kind of linked calling him that with his kindness and how well he comforted her. She sat there in his shirt for a little while longer until she heard him running her a bath, smiling a little to no one in particular. After a couple of minutes Dante came back upstairs and bent over, letting her put her arms around his neck, and lifted her up. He took extra care to put his lift on her rear rather than the backs of her thighs. He carried her through to the bathroom, laying her gently in the lukewarm water, warm to her body but soothing on her crotch. For the first time since the age of 7, which was when he first adopted her, he gently picked up the washcloth and dipped it in the water. He held her muzzle softly and began to lightly dab the cloth under her eyes, loosening the fur matted with tears.
She tilted her muzzle towards his paw gently, letting him wash her face with as little movement as she could manage. Once her muzzle fur was all detangled he filled a cup full of water and poured it over her head, wetting her hair as well. He tied to ignore the water between her legs, which had gone slightly red from the dried-in blood. He lifted her slowly and carefully out of the bathwater, rinsing out the cloth and giving her a look to check to see if it was ok to touch her there. She nodded, but with a light blush. He took the wet cloth and started to stroke it down her thighs, washing out what blood hadn't been rinsed out by the bathwater. She felt her dad's soft touch run against her thigh and she couldn't help but feel so safe. He finished washing her thighs and moved a little higher, kissing her forehead as a way of apologising in advance to how much this would hurt.
She yipped loudly and grabbed around his bare arm, letting the cloth rub over the bruised and swollen skin on her lips. He ran the paw of the arm she was clinging to through her hair, just dabbing the cloth over her skin so as not to aggravate the bruising any more. After a little while of all this dabbing and light rubbing he kissed her cheek and began to gently rub some fur shampoo into her fur and down over her body, washing it out with the water from the cup. He then washed her hair, stroking her ear and splashing her playfully. She giggled and splashed him, sitting up and nuzzling her daddy and getting his muzzle wet. Her little paws gripped onto the back of his paw and she smiled up at him. He smiled back down and put his arms around her, kissing her cheek and then her forehead. Her paws slid up and around his neck and played with his hair.
He lifted her slowly out of the bath and picked up a towel, wrapping it around her and carrying through into his bedroom again. He sat her down on the bed and dried her off gently, slipping a paw under the towel and tickling her side playfully with a chuckle. She giggled and squirmed around on the bed, starting to feel her legs loosen up, not hurting when she playfully kicked her daddy. He grabbed her legs and tickled the bottom of her feet, slowly tickling up her legs and the inside of her thighs. She squealed and kicked him playfully, giggling and trying to wriggle out of his arms. He lifted her up and spun her around, listening to her giggle and laugh. He brought her down and cuddled her tightly, her arms around his neck.
He caught sight of the clock, only eleven o'clock. He lifted her up again and carried her through to her room, setting her down on the floor and let her hold herself up by holding onto his leg. He went into her chest of drawers, pulling out a pair of white cotton panties and helping her on with them. He then grabbed a shirt and helped her get it on, plus a plain black skirt. He lifted her up onto the bed and kissed the top of her muzzle softly, picking up her hairbrush and lifting her hair out of the back of the shirt. He began to run the brush through her long, slightly wavy blonde hair, being as gentle as he could. She leant back into him slowly, letting him guide the brush through her hair, taking care not to accidentally snag her ears. She started murring quietly and leant into him, her back pressing against his chest.
He put the hairbrush down and lifted her up, smiling a little to himself, getting used to the idea of what had happened the night before. He set her down on the floor with a very soft "You ok to walk now sweetheart?"
"Yeah, I think I can now dad." Was the cheery response, both of them a little more presentable now, albeit he being still nude. She had sort of got used to the sight of his sheath and balls without blushing now. He kissed the top of her head and stood up "I'm going to go get dressed now, I'll be right back" he said, leaving the room for a few minutes. He came back through a little while later in his sweatpants and a t-shirt and took her paw. "Come on baby, I'll make you some lunch." He said with a smile.
He made their lunch and lay down on the couch, enjoying this little day off as much as she was. She lay down beside him and he put his arm around her, putting on a DVD for them both to watch. About halfway through the DVD he heard a quiet sound, leaning over slightly and grinning. Robyn had fallen asleep against his chest, her tail wrapped around herself and held close. He smiled a little and kissed the top of her head, getting a blanket from the back of the couch and putting it over her softly, stroking her hair and the backs of her ears softly. She rolled over so her muzzle was facing his chest, his paw resting on the back of her head. His finger-claws lightly combed through the back of her hair and scratching the back of her ears softly. She murred sweetly into his chest, just a little high pitched sound.
Later in the day, after school, Dante got up and answered a knock at the door. Standing at the door, grinning from ear to ear which is no mean feat, was Sarah. "Hiya Mr. Jones, is Robyn ok? She wasn't at school." She asked with a slight cock of her head, her ears bouncing with her hair. "She's not feeling too great; she's having a nap right now. You can go in and see her if you like." He answered, stepping aside for the perky little bunny. She ran in and knelt beside her friend, prodding her nose against Robyn's. With a little giggle and a high pitched yawn the little artic fox sat up. She couldn't have asked for better timing, looking at her best friend with a sort of deviant giggle. She sat up and grabbed Sarah's paw, wincing a little as she moved too quickly. She led her friend up to her room and closed the door behind them both, looking flustered and out of breath.
"Robyn, what's the matter? You look all excited and I've not even said or done anything!" whispered Sarah, guessing that because she had been taken upstairs that Robyn didn't want her dad to hear. Robyn rubbed her paws together with a giggle and leant close, whispering in Sarah's ear "I...did IT last night". Sarah's eyes widened in amazement, her mouth opening and her paw going up to cover it quickly. She sat down on Robyn's bed and pulled her down to sit beside her. "Tell me EVERYTHING. It was with your dad, right?"
"Yeah, it was last night...it was fun but I'm still sore. It felt like I was being split up the middle!"
"Oh, cause that's tasteful"
"Shush! It did hurt! But it was good...I'm glad I did it."
"I wish my dad would do it with me"
"How come you know he won't?"
"Nina asked him a while back, he said no."
"Aw, that sucks. I bet you could improvise though."
"You're right; I could ask YOUR dad."
"Sarah!"
"Shhhhh!" was the sudden reply as Sarah's ears caught the sound of Dante coming upstairs. After a few seconds the sound of Dante going downstairs was heard and Robyn let out a sigh of relief, then broke her other news "Oh yeah, and he saw us in the shower yesterday morning, we never closed the door. But he wasn't mad." Sarah's face froze in the look of shock she had had on not too long before. She sighed quietly at the fact that, if Dante was ok with it, then he probably wouldn't call her parents.
Sarah got up and poked her head out of the door to make sure they were both alone, slipping back into the room and grinning at Robyn. "Can I see for myself?" asked Sarah, with the same mischievous grin on her face.
"See what?"
"That you're really not a virgin anymore."
Robyn blushed slightly and gave the room a quick check, then lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down. Sarah bent down to see and gasped at the state her friend's cunny was in. The bath had helped with the swelling, but the furless lips were still in quite a state. Her privates were still slightly swollen, looking red and pouty. Without even asking Sarah lightly pulled her friend's lips apart, being very gentle so as not to aggravate the bruising down there. She sucked on one of her fingers for a bit and slid it as gently as she could into Robyn's cunny, feeling without a doubt that her friend had lost her virginity, as she was able to get her finger all the way in. She slowly pulled it out again, giving Robyn another of her smirks as she sucked her finger clean.
Robyn could only giggle and shake her head. Sarah got up and sat on the bed again, clearly not shy at all. She rubbed one of her ears lightly and sighed thoughtfully, thinking aloud "I wish I could have sex."
"You're just a big bimbo, just like the bunnies you see on the posters!" said Robyn with a playful shove.
"Oh yeah" retorted Sarah, shoving her back with a giggle "I'm not the one who jumped into bed with my dad!"
Robyn had no comeback, so just pushed Sarah back onto the bed and gave her a good licking, all over her face. Sarah giggled and tried to push her off, but she was one determined little vixen. Robyn was already finding it easier to move around, getting her clothes all crushed and her nicely brushed hair and fur all out of place as she and Sarah were pretty much wrestling on the bed. It was at this that Dante poked his head in the door with a smart alecky "Oh, looks like someone's well enough for school tomorrow!"
"Aw, daaaaaad...."
"Nope, no buts, if you can toy fight then you can go to school."
Sarah stuck around until half past 4, hugging Robyn goodbye and waving to them both at the door as she ran down the street back to her house. The father and daughter had their dinner in mostly silence, Robyn just smiling at her dad from time to time, who would return the smile warmly. The two were just so amazed that the other had done what they had done the night before. By the end of the night it didn't hurt Robyn to move around anymore, though it was quite painful to touch herself down there as she found out when she went to the bathroom. Dante found himself incredibly proud of his little girl, recovering so quickly and after such a difficult introduction to such a...taxing exercise.
At about 8 he sent her up to her bed, knowing that because of her late night last night she would need sleep for school the next day. He got her undressed, just merely for the sake of bonding, and she wasn't embarrassed at all to be naked in front of her dad. Even when he went over to her drawers to get out her pyjamas and turned back to help her into them she had taken a playfully seductive pose like a model out of a magazine. One paw was on her hip and the other was behind her head and she was pouting lightly, with her hair just roughed up enough to look cute. He laughed and shook his head, going over and helping her into her pyjamas, with a light swat on her rear and a gentle warning "You're not better than your friends for what you did last night hun, just remember that. And it's not just something you can do with anyone, ok?"
"Yes dad" she said with a serious nod, not thinking she'd be able to do anything anyway.
He tucked her in and kissed her forehead, which got a little whine of discontent. He chuckled and aimed a little lower this time, but made sure not to give her exactly what she wanted. He kissed her for about two seconds and then pulled away with a quiet "Goodnight sweetheart.". Once he was out of the room she snuggled up under the covers and attempted to put her paw inside her pyjama pants, but it was still way too sore to be trying anything like that. She reached over and grabbed one of her big plush toys and put her leg over its legs, laying her head on its shoulder and snuggling against it. She would have to recover soon, because she wanted to do it again.