Father's day

Dennis 38 Elizabeth 8

Dennis was stirred awake, his ears twitching as he heard the door to the bedroom squeaking open. In a sleepy daze, he almost sat up to see what the intrusion was all about, but he came to his senses at the last second, closing his eyes and laying still, doing his best to pretend he was still asleep. A slight smile crept onto his face as he heard the tapping of small claws on the wooden floor, a spoon clinking against a cup quite loudly a few times as the unsteady footsteps came closer, each time it happened the steps stopped, probably trying very desperately not to wake him up. Soon the source was right next to Dennis, a few awkward seconds going by before the clank of a tray being put down on the night-stand rang out. Moments later, a small hand tapped him on his chest, a high-pitched voice yelling out in a sing-songy tone, "Wake up daaad~! Happy father's day! I made you coffee!" Dennis acted out like he'd just woken up, feigning surprise as he opened his eyes. In front of him was his daughter Elizabeth, a seven-year old Dobermann, her fur pitch-black, a bit of brown on her hands and peeking out from under her neck. The two brown spots above her eyes were still not quite as defined as her father's, the fuzzy dots growing as she'd get older. In her hands was a cup, a faint bit of steam rising from the top, her eyes glowing like gemstones and her tail whizzing around as she stared at her father. Dennis chuckled as he took the cup from her, taking a sip of the coffee. Though it was a bit weak, he moaned in delight as he sipped it, as if it was a true delicacy, his daughter giving the Dobermann the cutest little smile as he did so. He patted her on the head, putting down the cup as he got up from bed, following behind the girl as the two made their way downstairs. While collecting the tray and the cup to take them down, Dennis couldn't help but to glance at the king-sized bed, a cold, unused spot next to his, a pang of sadness travelling through his body. He shook his head, turning around and wiping the small frown from his face as he heard Elizabeth yelling for him downstairs. 

Dennis generally devoted a lot of his time to his daughter whenever he had her for the weekend, but he made sure to savour every second of this day in particular. It only felt right to spend some extra attention on a father's day after all. The day would start with a bit of clean-up, even though that wasn't really on the agenda, thanks to the impromptu morning coffee. He wasn't quite sure exactly how one could generate that big of a mess in the process of making just one cup of joe, but the gesture was way too sweet to be even a little bit annoyed at her. After a few minutes of mopping and wiping, Dennis made a big stack of pancakes, the two devouring the whole pile with fervour. He might not have been a great cook, but he could still make a mean pancake. After the heavy breakfast, the pair staggered over to the living room, both too full and bloated to do anything besides sinking into the couch and watching some TV. After an hour or two of sitting together, Elizabeth leaning up against him, her tail lazily wagging, they'd had enough time to digest to finally be able to get off the sofa. What followed next was a flurry of board games, playing, chatting, and card games. As the morning rolled into the evening, the two were starting to get peckish once more, Dennis ordering in some pizza. The food was enjoyed in conjunction with the two films he had rented, Elizabeth laying on Dennis's lap as the sun disappeared behind the horizon. About halfway into the second movie, he could see her eyelids growing heavier and heavier, her head occasionally drooping before snapping back to attention again, yawning every few minutes. He gently brushed her arm, smiling as she groggily got up, rubbing her eyes, "Think it's time for you to go to bed sweetheart." Soon enough she had brushed her teeth and put on her pyjamas, slipping into her bed as Dennis tucked her in, sitting on the side of her bed and giving her forehead a quick kiss. "G'night daddy!", she shouted as he got up, Dennis replying, "Night sweetie!"

Dennis sighed as he sat back down onto the sofa, turning down the volume on the TV as he resumed the movie. This day had been sweet without a doubt, but he'd be lying to himself if he said it didn't feel a bit more bittersweet. This was the first father's day he had to spend without his wife, the two getting into a marital spat about half a year ago. That wound was still quite sore to him, especially now that it was being bought into the spotlight. The tradition of spending the whole day cooped up, all together, during father's and mother's days was one that went all the way back to when Elizabeth popped into their lives. And this day was the first one to break that tradition, the house feeling much emptier with just two people in it. The sound of the movie was nothing but a quiet background drone to Dennis at this point, a few tears rolling down the fur on his cheek before he snapped back to reality, wiping his eyes and sighing once more. He had to take something to numb his mind for the night, walking to the kitchen to retrieve a glass. He brought it back to the living room, kneeling beside an old wooden cabinet, opening it up and scanning the few bottles standing inside. He reached for one, an old bottle of scotch, the most premium stuff he had lying around. Dennis lugged the bottle back to the sofa, uncorking it and pouring a hefty amount into the glass, taking a sip with a slight grimace. He wasn't usually much of a heavy drinker, but the fire pouring down his gullet hurt him just right that night. 

Few hours had passed, at least to the best of Dennis's knowledge. The movie had ended a while back, having to resort to watching night-time reruns and other assorted trash, though he wasn't really paying much attention to the TV. The bottle was now considerably lighter, as was his head, him sitting back on the sofa, staring blankly ahead. He hadn't managed to drink his head completely clear of the thoughts he was escaping, but he did manage to warp them, change them into a new direction altogether. Sure, father's day meant a day of relaxing with his wife and daughter, but it also meant something else, something that happened once Elizabeth was tucked away in bed and the couple's bedroom door was shut closed. He could always look forward to a mind-blowing session of breeding during the quiet hours of the night on father's days. Well, he used to, not anymore I suppose. He laid his head on the backrest of the sofa, splaying his legs wide as his thoughts drifted to those previous nights. He could feel his sheath stirring, the drink seemingly grabbing hold of every part of him except his nethers. He unbuttoned his jeans, lazily slipping one hand down the front of his pants, playing around with his cock as he closed his eyes, thinking back. Soon enough, almost his whole length was out of its sheath, though still only half-chubbed. Dennis grunted in annoyance, the memories apparently not doing the job as well as he would have liked. His body was hoping for the real thing, as it had come to expect after all the previous years. He sighed, pulling his hand back, his mind still clouded by the scotch and now the horniness as well. It was frustrating beyond end, it was like he could see his wife right there in front of him when he closed his eyes, her beautiful soft, black coat, her piercing emerald eyes, her plump and delicious ass, her cute little smile as she delivered the coffee this morni... wait what? Dennis snapped back, sitting straight up. What the hell just happened, why did his mind do that? Sure, Elizabeth took after her mother in basically every way, but he hadn't ever thought of... that before. But to his horror, he found his cock standing at attention, his knot throbbing in his sheath. Seemingly, some part of him found the replacement acceptable enough to substitute for the real thing. The girl really did look like the dashing image of his wife when she was younger. He closed his eyes and cursed, the heavy feeling of absolute sin sinking into his brain as he stood up, feeling his mind clouding over with the booze even heavier than before. He'd just go to say good night, that's all. 

The door to Elizabeth's room creaked open, a small bit of light streaming into the dark room from the doorway as Dennis stumbled in. He sat on the edge of the bed, the impact shaking the girl slightly as the springs croaked. He slowly ran his hand down her cheek, causing her to stir awake, "Daddy?" Dennis stared at her for a few seconds, his eyes half-closed as he opened his mouth, his breath reeking of alcohol, "Mmh, daddy's just tucking you in sweetheart." He leaned in close, kissing her cheek, lingering for a few seconds as he muttered to himself, "God, you smell just like her..." Elizabeth remained frozen as he slid the blanket off of her, running his hand down her chest to her thighs, rubbing them for a few seconds as his own erection was on the edge of bursting through his jeans. He opened his fly, letting his canine cock out, the tip glistening in the few rays of light shining through  the open door. He wrapped a hand around his member as he simultaneously hooked a finger on her pyjama pants, pulling them downwards. Soon enough her crotch was open to the cool air, Dennis leaning in close to it while jerking off. Elizabeth lied still, entirely unsure of what was happening. "Dad?", she repeated, in a slightly quivering voice. Not paying her any attention, he got up, dropping his pants down entirely, before climbing on top of the bed, it creaking and shaking from the added weight. He was on his knees, his daughter laying on her back, her legs between his, a drop of precum falling onto her exposed thighs. He bowed down, sticking his muzzle right on top of her pussy, holding her thighs slightly open with his hands. Elizabeth let out a high-pitched squeak as he let his tongue lap over her mound, finding the taste very familiar. He pulled his muzzle off of the pussy, scooting forwards and falling on top of her, her muzzle buried in his neck. He reached one hand down to grab at his cock, guiding it to poke at her entrance, slowly pushing it in. Elizabeth let out a few whines as he grunted, "Ohh... God... I love you honey... Daddy loves you so much..." Dennis pushed in further, his tip stopped quickly by a blockage. He ground and thrust a few times, soon sinking in further as she let out a yip under him, unable to move, her eyes tearing up. He could go about 1/3 in before she got too tight for him to fit, grunting as the tight pussy squeezed his cock, his knot pulsing and radiating heat. He started thrusting in and out, pushing a few more centimetres in as he worked his length into her, feeling his orgasm coming any second now. He wrapped both hands around her as he slumped on top, grunting as his virile load started pumping in. Rope after rope of sticky seed shot deep inside of Elizabeth, coating her chambers in her daddy's cum. He pulled out, panting as he wiped his cock on her stomach fur. He pulled up her pyjama pants, the heavy load still leaking out of her, and tucked her in once more. Her eyes were still wet, her cheeks stained with tears as Dennis kissed her on the forehead once more, whispering to her, "I love you sweetheart, sleep well." He grabbed up his pants, staggering out of the room, closing the door with a click. He barely made it to his bed before passing out, dripping drool out of his mouth and cum out of his cock.