Sinful Thinking

Cowering in the corner, the little girl with soft eyes cried tears of pain, the kind of pain that wrenched hearts. Her father stood beside her, sadness showing through on his face, actually, more like disgust. An orange box lay on a table in the centre of this room with the people of negative feelings. It had a bright glow to it, this glow produced the only light in the small room. The people, the box and the table were the only things in the room, there was no door, no window. The floor looked like it was made of the same material as the walls.
The light made a shift to blue, sudden, not gradual. The colour that is complimentary to orange. Suddenly, right when the colour shifted, the father and daughter were happy; laughing and having a good time. The father though, was slightly disappointed, it was in his eyes. It was a small almost unnoticeable thing, but it was there. He seemed to be unhappy about something, only pretending to be so happy. He was still happy, but not as happy as he looked.
It seemed odd, that such a warm, happy orange colour could make these two sad while the cold, isolated blue would make them happy. Orange usually made you think of the sun, the warmth of that sun, the nice things in life. Orange did not make you think of gloomy things or dispirited people. Blue usually made you think of the bitter feelings, made you think of the cold that gives frostbite or the colour of gangrene on a dying person's fingertips. Blue did not make you think of felicity. The orange glow should have made the two persons happy, and the blue should have taken its place in their sadness.
There is a reason to everything though, and the reason that the moods are in the opposite interest of the colours is because of the main theme of this story being about complementaries. The colours have the opposite effect on these people rather than sticking to what seems to be right way to react to these colours. If you look into the mind of the father, things would be more deeply understood.
The father is the one that feels these colours; the colours represent the way he feels at first, before putting what he is thinking of doing into deeper thought.
The orange is what the father thinks as happy, but then he finds that he would feel sad and extremely disgusted with himself if he were to transform his thought into an action, because he would be ruining his daughter's life. The blue is what the father thinks of as a sorrowful moment because he is not getting what he originally thought of as happiness, but then he feels better after thinking about how he won't be ruining his daughter's life. He thinks about how hard it would be to resist the temptation of following his urges.
Then from in the box, came a brown sphere. It nullified the blue and banished the orange, being the neutral colour. The father had found something he could live with, regret for having done something, but glee from not having destroyed his daughter's life. The brown brought a balance which meant peace, at least for the time being.

Standing before the father, in reality, the daughter asked what he had called her down for. He replied with the first thing that came to mind, the first cover-up he could think of to hide his sinful thoughts from her. He told her to go clean her room because he found that it was a mess. As the daughter went up to her room, mumbling and grumbling about how unfair life was, the father stepped into the bathroom and locked the door. He sat down on the toilet seat's cover, pulled his pants down and began to jack off.




Okay, before I tell you the subject of the story, I'd like to hear what people have to say about it. What people think it's about. It isn't furry, but I haven't gotten an inspiration to do anything furry yet.
Hint: It's to do with something that most of the population look down upon very negatively.