Daddy's Bed
By Andy Nonimose

My bed is nice and snuggly, but it's nothing compared to Daddy's. It's got the fluffiest blankets, the squishiest pillows, and during the day I can open the curtains and bask in the sunshine for the longest time! Best part is it aaaaaaaaaaall smells like him. Sometimes I sneak into his room while he's at work, or in the middle of the day on the weekends, or if it's really cold at night and snuggle up in all of his blankets; but when Daddy catches me, he tells me I'm a big girl now and I need to go lay in my own bed. Sometimes I can squeeze another couple of minutes of snuggle time in, but eventually I either get scooted off or wake up in my own room.

For some reason, Daddy doesn't like to turn on the heater in the house til he's reeeeeeeeally sure that it's gonna warm back up again. The leaves are already starting to turn all sorts of pretty colors, so maybe soon he'll turn the heat on and I can stop hiding my plushies under the blanket with me at night! He's gotten all sniffly too, says it's allergy season for him, so he sounds funny. All I know is that now's the time of year that I try to snuggle up to him the most, since he's always so toasty warm. 

Tonight is no exception, and I'm trying to milk TV time as much as possible. He gives the best head rubs, though, so it's hard to not drift on his lap, even with the occasional sniffle from him. First the world starts to blur...then the TV starts to drone...and then finally everything muddies up in a Daddy-scented haze. I can feel him picking me up and carrying me to bed, but I'm too sleepy to do anything but mumble and nuzzle into his chest fur. He lays me in a pile of plushies and pulls the blanket over top, and then I hear him shuffle and sniffle his way out, closing the door along the...zzzzzz....

Then out of the blue, my eyes pop open. I shift around to look at my kitty clock and let out a soft gasp as my thighs rub together. It's super-tingly in my privates for some reason, and even the slightest movement sends shivers up my back. The soft glow of the clock says it's 2 in the morning, but suddenly I'm not sleepy! My fingers slide down to try and feel what's so different, and I let out a little moan when they touch. My little lips are so puffy...and hot...and...wet. This looks like a job for Mister Bananaface! Feeling around for my favorite plushie to rub on, I roll over and straddle him, nuzzling at my pillow as I rock back and forth. My door's closed, so I don't worry about the groan that slips out as his plush curves rub up against my puffy folds. I pant and growl lightly as the stars start to fill the room. A few seconds more and I'm clinging tight, riding out the twitches that usually help the tingles to go away so I can sleep...but as the twitches slow down the tingles are still there, and Mister Bananaface is all soggy. Ewwwwwwwwwwwwww. As I settle down, it feels like the tingles have somehow gotten worse! It's also starting to get a bit chilly as the wind howls outside the window. Shivering a bit, I pull my night shirt down and slip out of bed, making my way to Daddy's room.

Slowly, I turn the knob and push the door to his room open, trying to not let any of the street lights from the hall windows in. He's a pretty deep sleeper when it comes to noise and touch, but unless he falls asleep in front of the TV, the littlest bit of light will wake him right up! Closing the door behind me, I creep closer and closer to his bed. My foot touches something on the floor along the way, and I pick it up for a better feel. It feels like Daddy took his boxers off before he got in bed! I give them a curious sniff and my privates tingle even more, making me squirm and clamp my paws around my muzzle as I stifle a whine. Giggling softly into the boxers, I take off my night shirt and leave both on the floor. 

In nothing but my fur, I sneak my way under the blanket from the foot of the bed, making sure to watch out for Daddy's paws as I wiggle-worm my way up slowly. As my own paws slip under the bed I can already feel how much warmer things are under the blanket, and I'm face-to-face with Daddy's sheef. I pause for a little sniff and let out a tiny, muffled growl, giving his fuzzy balls a lick and nuzzling at his sheef. He lets out a weird-sounding rumble and shifts his hips a little. He always sounds so funny when he's got his air machine on his nose! Giving the top of his sheef another lick, I can taste the tip of his thingie poking out, so I wiggle my way up a bit more. 

By the time my face is nuzzled up into his chest fur, a bit more of his thingie is poking out and leaking, so I rub it on my privates to see how it feels. It feels *amazing*, even more than usual! I keep rubbing it as I move my leg up to rest on top of his and my tail curls around my muzzle, keeping all the noises down like a good girl. Before I can try to guide the leaky tip into me, I feel his arm hug around me. I freeze and wait to see what happens next as he lets out another funny-sounding rumble, and then I hafta hold my muzzle extra tight when he pushes his way into me by himself, making me groan the hardest I ever have since I started playing with him on the couch! His thingie feels even bigger than normal with my lips all puffy, and I can feel myself leak around him with how wet I am down there. I keep my head pressed up close, my fur meshed up with his in front and back and listen to him. The way he's breathing...he's still asleep!

Clinging onto him like the biggest plushie I could ever dream of, I nuzzle into his fur while he rocks into me over and over, my hot insides squeezing him hard while he twitches and leaks in me, making a squishing noise each time he pulls out and pushes back in from all the wetness. Stars and twitches fill the space under the blanket over and over again as he keeps trying to get his thingie in as far as he can get it. My muzzle stays buried in his fur since my tail can't keep my mouth shut anymore and I let out little grunts, moans and squeals, using his chest fluff and the blanket to keep the noises down. The ball at the bottom of Daddy's thingie keeps slapping up against my bottom, and he keeps grunting and letting out funny growls as he rocks in harder. My tail curls down around the ball and gives it a hard squeeze, making Daddy hunch in and hold me tight. I can feel his thingie squirting extra hard in me as I ride another wave of stars and twitches, and I can feel the heat from his stuff fill me up deep inside me before it starts to squirt out of my folds like normal. Grunting out a muffled moan from under the blanket, I cling extra tight to him while we make an extra big mess on his sheets.

Daddy huffs and makes funny sounds as he starts to relax, the air machine puffing and making small hisses against the pace of his breathing. I rumble happily and lick at his chest fur as I start to settle down myself, the tingles long since gone and replaced with Daddy's warmth. He slowly rolls over on his back and I feel him slip out of me, so I roll and lay on my back, too. Then I feel him shift around, scratching himself under the blanket before reaching over and flopping his paw on the nightstand a few times, until the air machine turns off! Uh oh...I think Daddy's awake...! He grumbles and I can feel him fidget with the thing on his nose and the strap around his muzzle while I lay perfectly still and hold my breath, hoping he won't notice the extra ball of fur in bed with him. I can hear him try to sniff at his paw after he gives himself another scratch, sniffling and coughing with another grumble as he realizes how stuffed up he is. He gets up and shuffles his way out the door. I peek out from under the corner of the blanket he flopped over and see his messy, matted fur and his dripping thingie bouncing in the air with each step before he disappears out of sight.

When I hear the sound of him peeing with the bathroom door open, I quickly get up and grab my night shirt off the floor, thankful that the bathroom is down the opposite end of the hall to my bedroom. I can feel my privates dripping on the carpet as I streak down the hall, shirt wadded up in my paw, and I hope that Daddy doesn't notice the trail leading back to my room. We've got fuzzy carpet, so maybe it'll dry before morning! As I hear the tinkle turn into a trickle from the bathroom, I move a bit faster and try to shut the door as quietly as possible before diving into my bed, huddling under the blanket with the plushies and keeping my ears poked out the top so I can listen for Daddy. His footsteps thud up the hall and I count them as they get closer, but then I hear his bedroom door shut and I let out a sigh of relief! I reach down and rub my puffy, sticky folds, rumbling deeply as I start to relax, drifting off happily as I know I was able to get away with being in Daddy's bed without getting caught, and he'll never know the difference. All the warm stuff he squirted in me should keep me warm for the rest of the night, too!