Bluey let out a soft yawn, resting her head back down on her father’s large, bare chest. Her bed felt big, but laying on daddy always felt bigger, better, and more cozy. It was so hard not to doze off, even while being allowed to stay up late as the tail end of her 8th birthday bash. The pup’s day was full of excitement and friends, even getting a surprise kiss on the cheek from Mackenzi that led her to all kinds of unusual and confusing feelings. She planned on talking to her mom and dad about it soon, but was still working on the right words to ask in the first place. Not even Bingo knew it had happened yet!

	“Yeah, it’s starting to get late...how’s my birthday girl feeling?” Bandit asked, noting the yawn she let off inches from his face. The larger Heeler was fully on his back, resting on the sofa, an arm folded behind his head to prop it up while the other was draped across her body, just above her tail. Bluey had her little paws folded under her cheek, making a pillow that gave a little more cushion against the calming rise and fall of his breathing. They were chest to chest, belly to belly, though of course, her little feet could reach down no further than the middle of his thighs. She was tiny compared to him, and her dad loved that about her.

	Most notably of all was their total lack of clothing, being located in one of the several nudist districts cropping up. It was an idea that was growing in popularity, more being implemented in various cities all over the world as many opted to shed the binds of their clothes. There were still some shops and districts the required some kind of coverings, which was why the Heeler family had SOME outfits, but in terms of the residential areas, pretty much anything went.

	“Aww, daaaad. I’m not tired yet...can we at least watch maybe, ONE more show together?” his daughter would plead sweetly, pulling one paw from under her head to hold up a single finger. Bandit focused on it, then at the lidded eyes of his adorable daughter just behind it. She looked SO sleepy and even her little sister [who’d been allowed to stay up too, due to fairness] dragged herself to bed almost 30 minutes ago. Chili had turned in as well even earlier, citing a growing headache that she didn’t want to admit might’ve come from Bluey requesting a favorite song on loop the whole car ride to and from her birthday restaurant.

	It was just the two of them now, for the whole evening. Bandit pulled his arm out from the pillow behind his head to check his smartwatch which read ‘22:25’. He was tired too, but the night was young. Worst-case scenario would be both of them passing out on the spot and waking up in the morning, so why not? “Alright grub...since it’s ya birthday an’ all.” he’d answer with a conceding smile, his voice trailing off while reaching for the remote. If they were going to keep watching the telly, he at least wanted to see if there were any games on. That might put the pup to sleep sooner.

	“Eeeeeheehee, thanks! You’re the best dad ever!” was the enthusiastic reply he got back, able to see her tail sway up in the air and wave furiously for a bit, earning her gentle skritches on the small of her back. Bluey inched her way up his chest just to nuzzle under his chin affectionately. The gentle scratches he gave slowed to a flat palm on her back once more, hugging his sweet little girl down to his chest. He’d close his eyes to return a light peck on the top of her head. He really felt lucky to be so loved.

	“I do my best for you girls and ya mum. I got it lucky though, you guys make it easy.” He gave her a reassuring smile before a noise on the show caught his daughter’s attention briefly. Being late as it was, the programs aired were a little more adult in nature, the pup seeing two lovers start to make out on screen while sensual music played. Bandit’s parental instincts swiftly kicked in after the remote had slipped from his paw, trying to feel for it on the carpet below. A certain pup on his chest made it tougher, limiting his ability to turn without tossing her to the side. Slowly, however, his urgency dwindled as he saw how intently Bluey watched, his desperate grabs gradually changing to idle swaying with loose fingers. Her ears were upright, eyes locked on what she saw, pushing herself up a little. Most interesting of all was the way her thighs and paws gripped his body. Those little fingers clenched around tufts of fur directly at the center of his chest, while her legs straddling dad’s belly contracted and released in steady intervals. Something was going on in her head...and Bandit was just curious where this was going.

	The scene didn’t last long and quickly cut to a different topic, moving the plot of the show along, but the small Heeler pup gazed on a little bit longer. Those feelings from earlier were back...what she saw reminded her of how the fairly innocent kiss on the cheek she received from her friend flooded her with new, unusual, but nice feelings. Bandit could see a blush building on her cheeks, a glance down at her semi-upright form let him see that her little nipples were perked as well.

	“You alright, mate? Sorry I didn’t catch that in time...some smoochy-kiss though, eh?” he’d ask lightheartedly, his arm coming up from the fruitless attempt to recover the remote. Dad placed it instead on her thigh that faced the TV, his other paw moving from her back, down to the opposite leg, holding it in roughly the same spot. Bluey was able to sit up a bit more, looking down at her dad with intense curiosity at the sound of his voice. There was silence for a bit, still trying to find her voice on this subject while a strange fire burned down below.

	“Hey dad...can I ask you something?” The moment she spoke, the little Heeler’s eyes darted to the floor next to the couch.

	“Of course, Sport. Looks like you got a little something on your mi-…” Her dad’s words were cut short. It was at that very moment he felt a warmth blooming on the center of his belly, directly under Bluey. Quickly after that came a bead of wetness that marked the very center of the warmed patch of fur Bandit had on his stomach. The larger dog did his best to keep calm, knowing this was part of his daughter growing up, though perhaps this situation was a bit more awkward than he was expecting. He tried his best to not think about what was happening down below, doing his best to keep his eyes locked on hers. Bluey sat upright even more to display the milky-blue fur that went down her belly to what was now a much more cherry-red set of lips perched right against dad’s fur. “...on your mind.”

	It took the pup a little bit longer before she spoke up, in part due to the movement of her hips inadvertently picking up a growing back and forth motion, painting her scent into more of a line up Bandit’s fur. “Welllll, at the end of dinner, you and mum were talking to the other grown ups when M-… Umm…A boy’s parents came to get him. Before he left, he gave me a hug, told me Happy Birthday...then gave me a kiss on the cheek.” Bluey paused, one hand coming up to rub her cheek at the still-burning memory. At the same time, her father’s hold on the dainty Heeler’s thighs gave a...slightly anxious squeeze. There were a number of boys in her class, and of course she was friends with just about all of them, but Bandit was pretty sure he knew who Bluey was talking about. “It wasn’t bad or anything. I liked it. I really had trouble thinking about anything else since then. I just didn’t know how to react or what to say when it happened. That wasn’t bad, was it?”

	As inappropriate as his situation was, finding out about his daughter’s first crush was still incredibly endearing, giving her a few comforting paps on her thighs with his hands. “Aaah…sounds like you might be having your first crush! I’m guessing you like the boy back, yeah?” Bandit focused as best he could on the, ‘how cute, this is my daughter’s first little romance!’ aspect of what was happening and less on the part centered around, ‘Oh biscuits, her hips are moving!’ Despite his best efforts, there was still something behind her, very close, that started to grow. “I don’t think you really NEEDED to say anything. I think he was happy just giving you that message to see what you thought,” he’d continue, his cheeks turning red like hers. “Oh no, that wasn’t bad at all. How does thinking about it make you feel?”

	Bluey wasn’t short on answers for that question, she just couldn’t figure out which feeling was bigger! Of course, dad could tell right away exactly how it made her feel, evidence of it being slowly smeared into the fur on his belly, but he wanted to hear her say it...have her think about it. The more she did, the more her cheeks lit up. It was all so new and embarrassing to her, but she was alone with dad. She trusted him, mom, and her sister more than anyone else, and if there was anyone to talk to about her first crush, this was the perfect chance.

	“It makes me feel...fuzzy. Like when I rub a balloon against the couch and it makes my fur stand up, but in my chest. Warm, too...It feels confusing but I...I kinda like it, too. Is this what romance is?” Bluey asked ever so innocently, her hips finally stopping for a moment.

	So much was happening in that moment to overload her poor dad, doing his best to stay focused on her question. By now, though, he was completely hard, already feeling like a bad father for getting so erect around her for such a common coming-of-age problem. He thought of giving her a kid-friendly answer, maybe a starting talk about the birds and the bees, but...what if he was just honest with her? Curiosity was getting the better of Bandit, one paw moving from her thigh to sneak off behind her. He had to rub himself a little bit...maybe she wouldn’t notice.

	“It can be...I mean, the things you’re feeling, I felt with your mum when we started dating. Still do. That being said, it doesn’t always mean he’s gonna be THE one. People can change, you may grow closer, you may grow apart...but from what I can tell right now,” darting his eyes downward, Bandit used them to gesture at the little girl’s wet slit, still guilty of marking her dad with a heated, needy scent, “it seems like it could be worth talking to him about it.”

	It didn’t take her long to catch on, glancing down to see a thick, wet streak in her dad’s fur reflecting in the flickering light of the telly. It wasn’t a short one, either, noting that it vanished between her legs, making the pup lean to one side to try and look under her, seeing where it all came from. “Wait, what’s all this? Oh no, I didn’t doze off a-and wee myself, did I?” Bluey asked in a slight panic, unable to get why her dad was chuckling.

	“Nah, nah, not at all kid. It’s not wee or anything like that, it’s something that comes out that way when you think about someone who really gets you excited. In this case, it’s this boy you’re always thinking about, yeah? And...did it also get sticky and wet down there when the smooch first took place?”

	“Yeah...but I thought it was just because I really had to go to the bathroom right then, too.” Already, Bluey was finding there was a lot more to these feelings than she first realized, still embarrassed about what came out of her. Dad’s explanation eased her a bit, curiosity turning to what exactly he meant by ‘excited’. Leaning to one side and looking under herself, however, lead to her thoughts being derailed when she noticed where her father’s arm went.