Daddy's Girl
By: Andy Nonimose

Every little boy and girl loves Winter Break, and this little girl is no exception! Most kids only get a few weeks out of school, but kids like me get the whooooooole season off. Why? Daddy says it's 'cuz of something called the Hibernation and Dormancy Act, so folks like us bears can get allllll the sleep we need without failing school or gettin' fired. Of course that means that Daddy keeps the house locked up and I gotta go to school when all the other kids are on Summer Break, but he at least got me some snacks and the TV for when I wake up! 

Daddy almost never wakes up during the Winter, and he says when I get older I'll sleep more and more, too. Today's one of those days where my eyes popped open; a bit too much light shining in from my blinds, and...a bit too much water before bed! Getting up, I scoot off to the bathroom and take care of business, letting out a contented sigh and hugging onto my fuzzy belly in the process. With Daddy asleep, the heater on, and the blinds closed, there's no reason really to worry about wearing a night shirt, so I've taken to running around in my birthday suit.

After flushing and washing my hands like a good little girl, I look over myself in the bathroom mirror. My ninnies have gotten really puffy lately, and so has my tummy! A soft rumble slips out of my muzzle as I run my paws over my belly, which looks like I swallowed a soccer ball in my sleep. I give one of my ninnies a pinch and my thighs squirm together as I let out a moan! Looking around out in the hall, I giggle a bit, knowing that I could probably drive a truck through the house and Daddy wouldn't even budge. That little pinch even got the tingles starting, and my fingertips wet with...something. Not quite sure what it was, but my fingers slip down to toy with my privates as I walk out to the living room.

The TV drones on in its normal after-school volume as I toss the remote onto the couch, still playing with myself with the other paw. I wander over to the front window, peeking out of the blinds and taking in the bright, white world on the other side. The car is fairly well packed in, and I can only see the mailbox, and none of the four-foot post it's mounted on. The weatherman on the TV says it's the 17th of Februrary. Last time he said it was the 5th! Daddy was right, I *am* starting to sleep more as I get older! Getting back to the couch, I flip through a few more channels before I settle on Discovery Channel and keep rubbing myself, feeling the tingles getting hotter and the stars start to fill the room. My fingers slip in and out of me over and over while I rub my little button hidden in my folds with my thumb, my hips rocking with my paw as I get closer and closer, and then I let out a loud groan, grinding up tight and squeezing my wrist with my thighs as I ride out the feeling, leaving my fingers and my crotch fur soaked in the process.

As I lick my paw clean and catch my breath, I finish watching the nature show play. This time it was about birds out in Africa. While the ending credits roll, I feel my tummy rumble, so I head to the kitchen and grab a little food. Daddy mainly keeps things like dried fruit, jerky, and stuff in cans in the cupboards during the Winter. He says they don't go bad as fast, so they're good to eat now, or we can save them for bad storms in the Summer. My tummy bumps around a bit as I look over the food and I pet over it slowly, which always seems to calm it down. It even helps me pick out what I wanna eat! This time it picked out a can of sardines and some dry choco puffs. I know, gross, right? For some reason though, it didn't taste too bad!

After lunch, I sat back on the couch and watched a few more shows on the TV: cartoons, soap operas, and even a documentary about people that live in the jungle and run around in just their fur. That got me thinking about Daddy, who always sleeps in his fur. The TV clicks off as I toss the remote off to the side and get up off the couch, making my way towards Daddy's room. I open the door just a crack, so I don't let too much light in (he hates light when he's sleeping!) and crawl into bed with him. My nose buries into his fur and I take a few sniffs. He always smells so good, even when he's been laying in bed for a month or two. Then the tingles start back up, and before I realize it, I've crawled up on top of him, my belly pressed up against his.

This time around, he's laying on his back, his air machine blowing a quiet jet in his nose and his muzzle strapped shut like usual. My paws run through his fur as I lick and kiss around his lips, wiggling my nose whenever it gets hit by the jet of air pushing out the holes in his mask and I try not to sneeze. He rumbles softly under me and I can feel him start to poke at my bottom, so I scoot down a bit more and guide his thingie into me, letting out a heavy moan as Daddy spreads me open. Gripping his fur with both paws, I push down further, and rumble deeply as I feel his legs scoot up a bit and he pushes into me, giving soft, funny-sounding grunts, humping into me while his eyes stay closed. Daddy's far too deep a sleeper in the Winter for me to worry about waking him up, so I'm not afraid to be a bit louder when he helps me with the tingles. His paws slide up my legs and hold onto my hips as he tries to push in more, and I can feel the ball on his thingie pressing up tight to my lips each time. I've been working more and more with him over the past few weeks and I can almost get him all the way inside before that ball swells up, but it always gets too big and I can't get it to fit yet. t still feels good when Daddy slaps it up against my little button, though, and between him slicking me up with his clear stuff and my own wetness, he can slap in nice and hard and make me see stars a bunch of times now before he fills me up with his white stuff.

Three rounds of stars in and I can feel his big balls start to tighten up in my tail, so I slide it up to curl around his thingie's ball and out of nowhwere he pulls me in and starts licking my ninnies! This alone being enough to make me moan out and clench around him, Daddy even starts to nibble and suckle on them, and this makes me cling tight and squeal, and I can feel my ninnies squirting on his tongue as he squirts his hot stuff in me, and I ride out a fouth wave of stars, anda firth and...everything starts to swim in a sea of stars and blur together.

Eventually, I wake up...somewhat...and I'm still laying on top of Daddy. My tummy is bumping around quite a bit and my privates are really wet. Laying like this is really getting uncomfortable, so I slowly roll off of Daddy and onto his bed, laying on my back and resting both paws on my belly. For some reason, my legs want to stay spread wide open, and I can feel something pressing in me, like it's trying to get out! I drift in and out of sleep and it kind of looks like my tummy is getting smaller. It feels like when Daddy is trying to fit all the way in me, but he's just sleeping away on his side, holding onto me like a plushie, so I know it's not him. Something sounds like a small cry as the stretching feeling goes away and I feel...something...crawl up my belly fur. Reaching down to touch it, it feels like wet, sticky fur. My sleep-fogged mind tries to process it all, but then I feel it latch onto one of my ninnies and start suckling...and then the world starts to haze over again and I press back into Daddy's arms for another nap. I know that I'll always be Daddy's Girl, but I think I might not be his only girl now. While I dream, I wonder what Daddy will think of our new member of the family, and how he'll name her. Spring can't be too far away now...