Paige & Sofie 2
Keeping Warm with Sofie

by OttersInTrousers

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A tall border collie stands in her bedroom. She has a blue merle coat and a muscular build, wearing a dark tank top and athletic shorts that do little to hide the evidence that she is a herm. Her bright blue eyes are focused through her window, as outside, snow falls silently from the dark night sky, joining the soft blanket over everything within sight. She smiles. 

Paige Shepherd understands that many folks don't much care for winter. But for Paige? Winter means hot drinks and watching the snow fall and—most importantly—some of the best cuddling possible with her eleven-year-old daughter, Sofia. With their winter coats grown in, an extra addition of warmth and softness envelops them. And Sofie's coat is glorious. Sleek and shiny and thick, it's especially wonderful for Paige to catch her right after she's brushed it, bury her face in it and breathe in her pup's scent through a pillow of fluff.

And it seems like Sofie feels similarly. She's extra clingy during wintertime, finding any excuse for them to touch—not that Paige would ever complain about that. As if to prove the point, she reappears.

It's not even three minutes after they finished brushing their teeth together and said their goodnights—hell, Paige hasn't even made it to bed yet—when Sofie announces her presence by tapping her knuckles against the door frame. Paige turns from the window.

“Hey again, sweet girl.” She watches Sofie standing by the doorway, Paige's old t-shirt hanging loose over one shoulder hanging low enough it nearly shows her nipple, and falling just low enough on her thighs it can almost hide that she isn't wearing any underwear and feels the way her tail wags enthusiastically at the sight. “Gonna sleep with me again tonight?” 

“Yup.” Sofie pops the P, shifting from leaning against the doorway.

With a smile, Paige waves her in. Sofie wastes no time padding in through the half-open door, stripping off her pajama shirt—giving Paige such a view of her slender body on full display—then hopping into the bed and slipping her paws under the covers. Paige moves around the bed to poke at her alarm—making sure it's off since tomorrow's the solstice—then strips down and joins her pup. Sofie's all eager where she's sitting against the headboard, ears forward and eyes on Paige. Paige chuckles as she slides in and gets herself settled, tugging the pup down the bed and spooning her much-smaller frame.

A few minutes pass, then Sofie wiggles her hips. Paige assumes at first she's just getting comfortable, but it keeps up—every few minutes, Sofie moves, resituates, grinds her butt back against Paige's package. That's when she realizes what's really going on—the scent in the air is unmistakable. She squeezes her pup a little tighter.

“What's the deal, good girl?”

Sofie replies by humping back into her again, so Paige draws her hips back. If Sofie's doing what Paige thinks she's doing, she needs verbal confirmation.

“Sofie,” she begins with a warning tone, before softening, “use your words.”

Sofie sighs, just shy of a growl.

“I'm really horny tonight. Can we—?” Sofie trails off, giving another attempt at grinding against Paige's hardening cock.

“Can we what, sweetheart?” Paige knows she's annoying Sofie, but they have rules for a reason—consent is important, dammit, and even though they both know what they both want, it's good to keep practice.

“Can we please have sex?” Paige can hear the eyeroll in Sofie's tone, and smiles at the mental image.

“There you go, my good girl.” Paige kisses her on the top of her head. “Thank you for asking.” Then she pushes her hips back in, angled just right to slide her cock between Sofie's thighs. “Yes, we can.”

“Yesssssss,” Sofie hisses, grabbing at Paige's hand to drag it up her side to her small breast.

“How do you want it, Sof?” Paige gives another long, slow grind in, bare cock against bare spade.

“Mmmm, like this for a bit.” Sofie drops her hand from her mother's now that it's kneading her breast, slides it down her body, and begins working her clit. “Put it in, but makes sure you don't knot me—I wanna cuddlefuck a bit but I don't wanna cum like this.”

“Gods you're so sexy when you tell me what you want.” Paige can barely keep from groaning. Then she pulls back, lines up, and slips into Sofie's pussy—right to the base with practiced ease—and can't keep from groaning. Sofie joins her, their voices a chorus of pleasure.

“Mmmmm, Mom.”

From there, they let things progress slowly—for a few minutes, Paige rolls her hips in gentle circles, delighting in the slow back-and-forth, the way it lets her feel every little bit of her entry and exit of Sofie's small vagina.

All the while, Sofie works her fingerpads at her clit, and Paige toys with the pup's nipples. When they have breath to spare, Paige leans over and Sofie tilts back so they can kiss.

“Could you warn me when you get close?”

“Of course, Sof.” She grinds in, languid, delighting in the squish of Sofie's spade against her already-engorged knot. “You said you don't wanna cum like this?”

Sofie shakes her head. “Hm-mm. I wanna ride you. I wanna be on top when we cum—”she interrupts herself to moan, then continues, “—so I can lie on you through it.”

“Sounds good, pup.” Paige tweaks Sofie's nipple, and she squeezes down especially tight, causing Paige to hiss through her bared teeth as she holds back against the sudden explosion of pleasure. “Holy shit, Sof, you're like a vice, I almost lost it there.”

“Hah! Woulda been worth the disappointment just for the fun of making you cum early. But okay.” Sofie scoots away, Paige's cock sliding free to smudge a heady cocktail of precum and vaginal fluid into the sheets. Paige tosses them down the bed as she rolls over onto her back.

“Alright, Sof,” Paige beckons, arms out.

Sofie grins as she approaches, rising up to squat over her mom's hips. Taking her cock in hand, she comments, “try not to cum 'til after I take your knot.”

Paige scoffs. “That has not happened once since we started tying, I dunno where you're getting this idea from.”

Pausing with the tip just pressed into her spade, Sofie looks up to make eye contact, challenge in her eyes. “You just nearly came in me not two minutes ago because I squeezed on you.”

“But I didn't.” 

“Yeah, okay.” Sofie drops her hips, spearing herself on her mother's shaft. Butt to thighs and spade kissing knot, she shifts her legs to let her properly sit down, Paige's hands on her hips helping steady her. Once settled, she considers the knot. “Do I wanna take it now, let it finish growing inside me?” Her eyes return to her mother's, smiles impishly. “Or do I wanna wait til the last second, then force it in?”

Paige gives her a conspiratorial smirk. “Ooh babygirl you know I love a good knotfuck. Buuuut let's take it easy, we should be asleep.” She pats her hip.

“Good point.” Sofie nods, then presses down. 

They sigh as one at the feeling of tight fullness as Sofie's vagina clamps down around Paige's knot. With a bit more effort, they get Sofie lying fully prone, and Paige pets down her back.

“My sweet girl.” She presses a kiss to the tip of Sofie's ear. As her knot continues expanding, she grinds her hips up into Sofie's. Sofie hums. “My slutty Sofie,” she adds, teasing, and the pup's hips hitch in response. Paige chuckles. “Love that nickname almost as much as me, huh?”

Sofie nods, burying her muzzle in the fluffy fur of Paige's cleavage. “I like being your slutty Sofie.”

Paige chuckles.

“Gods, I love you, pup.”

“Love you too, Mom.” Sofie gives a couple slow rolls of her hips. “You almost there?”

“Mmmm.” Paige considers. She's close enough that if Sofie hit her peak, there's no doubt she'd get dragged along, too, and it wouldn't take much to make Paige orgasm first. “Almost. You close?”

“I've been close since we started, just kinda teetering here, waiting for you to cum.”

“Oh, well that won't do. Can't have my pup waiting.” She slides both her hands down Sofie's back, one stopping on the pup's butt to squeeze her cheek, the other dipping between her legs to dip a finger into her own spade. “Play with my tits a bit?”

“Happily!” Sofie latches onto Paige's left nipple, teeth carefully grazing it, as she takes hold of Paige's right breast. Around her nipple, she adds, “I would've fingered you myself if you wanted.”

“I know, Sof, but the angle woulda been weirder for you than for me.” She groans. “Oh, my beautiful pup, I'm so close.”

“Do it, Mom.” Paige feels her grinning into her breast, watches her tail kick into a speedy wag as her hips work up and down. “Cum in me. Fill me up.”

“I love you, Sofie. I love you, here it comes.” Paige grunts with her release, hips jerking up from the bed as if they might fit even a millimeter more of her cock up into Sofie's cunt.

With the first spurt of Paige's cum into the pup's vagina, Sofie crumbles into orgasm, too. She clenches up, tight, whole body going taut as she bites down on Paige's nipple. With the second and third shot, Sofie coos softly. She vibrates with pleasure, moaning loud and long, pulling away from Paige's breast to keen into her cleavage as her puppy pussy is flooded.

Paige draws her finger free from her own pussy, leaving it to clench and squeeze on nothing, pulling her paw up to pet along the back of Sofie's head.

“That's it, Sof, fuck, my good girl, take it aaaaall.”

As Sofie winds down, she goes fully boneless atop her mother, panting from the strain. “I love you, Mom. I love you, I fucking love you.” She giggles. “I love fucking you.”

Paige grins up at the ceiling. “Love you, too, Sof.” She returns to petting down Sofie's back, until sleep claims them both.

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Paige feels warm.

It's a wonderful, soft warmth. Floating in a near-dream, she curls tighter, buries her snout in it, breathes deep. A scent washes over her, familiar and sweet, a potent mixture of love and lust at once calming and enticing her.

Sofie.

Paige grins into cloud-soft fur, places a soft kiss into it, and is rewarded with a giggle that pulls her fully from her half-sleep. She cracks open an eye to find she's on her side, Sofie's chest in front of her, with her arms wrapped around the pup's middle. She pulls back enough to look up to Sofie's muzzle.

“Morning, Mom.”

“Mornin', Sof.” Paige clears her throat to clear some of the huskiness in her voice. “What's got you giggly?”

“You were snuggling me so hard, and then you kissed my nipple. It was kinda funny.” 

“Mmmm. You're just so soft, and warm, and you smell nice. Can't help it.” Paige squeezes her a little tighter, and sets to peppering her breasts with loud kisses, sending Sofie into a wriggling fit of giggles. “Mwah mwah mwah!”

“Hahaha—stop it!” Sofie sighs when Paige relents. “It's too early for that.”

“What time is it?” Paige cranes her neck, tries to see her bedside clock over her shoulder, but can't quite, flopping her head back down.

“Want me to just tell you?”

“Nah.” Paige has an idea, and grins into Sofie's belly fur. “Hold tight.”

“Wha—”

Paige grips tighter around Sofie's middle, then rolls them both over, Sofie squeaks out a surprised yelp. Once they settle again, on their other sides with Sofie's back now to the clock, she makes a point of crossing her arms and pouting at her mother. It is, as always, adorable. Paige valiantly resists the urge to snuggle deeper, or tease her, and instead reads the time.

“Well damn, five thirty? That is early.” Paige turns her attention to Sofie just in time to watch the pup stretch out, vibrating with the effort, then yawn. “Happy Solstice, pup.”

Sofie softens, then scoots in and down to nuzzle into the fur between Paige's breasts. “Happy Solstice, Mom.”

Paige wraps her up in a hug, holds her close. For a few moments, they are silent, holding one another and immersed in the feel of it, of each other. This, Paige knows, is home—not this little house, not this town, not having a bedroom with an east-facing window to let in morning sunlight. Home is Paige and Sofie nude, holding one another, coats mingling and fur warm and soft against one another, drinking in the sight and the feel and the sound and the smell of one another. Paige loves Sofie. Loves her.

“What do you wanna do today?”

Sofie's words, half-muffled by Paige's tit, draw her out of the quiet moment. She blinks a couple times, then looks down.

“Mmmm, dunno Sof. I could go for a little more cuddling, maybe a nap later, but otherwise?” She shrugs. Traditionally, the Solstice is a day for togetherness, usually a hot meat with family—whatever form that word takes for you—and staying up late into the longest night of the year together, keeping warm against the cold. But Paige is already spending the day with Sofie somehow or another, so she's not really picky on any specifics. Running her paw up and down Sofie's back, petting through her fur, she asks, “What about you?”

Sofie hums, half from the attention, half to buy herself time to think. Her tail wags, slow and happy.

“I think,” Sofie pushes at Paige's shoulder, prompting her to roll onto her back. Then she crawls overtop of her. “We should get out of bed—in a few minutes, I could go for a bit more cuddling, too—but stay naked.” Pushing up, she leans back until she's straddling Paige's hips, the blankets falling away to leave their upper halves exposed to the cool early-morning air in the room. Immediately, Paige's eyes trail down to the pup's breasts, nipples hardening against the chill. For a moment, the conversation pauses as both collies take in the sight of one another in the pre-dawn dark. Paige feels Sofie's gaze roaming her body, focusing on her breasts. With a smile, she continues. “Then we make some breakfast—something hot.”

“Plenty of oatmeal,” Paige suggests.

“Do we still have any of the good syrup?”

“I think so?”

“Mmmmmm.” Sofie's tail wags. “Okay, what about stuff to add in?”

“Couple bananas still on the counter, last I checked 'em they were getting real close to 'banana bread'.”

“Cool,” Sofie rolls her eyes, “squishy bananas.”

Paige ruffles the fur on Sofie's head. “Think we've got a bit of sausage left, too.”

“Fuck yeah!” Sofie throws her arms up in her excitement, tail going into overdrive. “Sausage crumbles!” Her enthusiasm has Paige chuckle.

“Okay, so we make breakfast, then what?”

“Then, we cuddle up together on the couch and eat there.”  Sofie settles back down, refocusing, and resituates her hips just that little bit, and suddenly her spade kisses Paige's sheathe, cocktip already peeking free to nudge in between her plump lips. “After thaaaaaaat,” she draws out the word, hands trailing up Paige's sides to her breasts, hips grinding down. Paige's own hands find Sofie's hips, thumb claws tracing the ridges of her pelvis. “We spend the whole day like that, cuddling naked, either on the couch or back in bed. And maybe tonight, after sunset, we sneak out onto the porch to look at the stars—” she interrupts herself to glance towards the window at the dark sky as last night's snow continues. “—or watch the snow fall, whatever.” She shakes her head, turns back to her mom. “Then come back in, run to bed, and make love until we fall asleep together.” She nods, as if to announce her idea is finished.

It takes Paige a moment to process that all—and not just because she's been growing hard, slowly penetrating deeper and deeper into Sofie's pussy through her whole speech. More than that, though, it sounds—well it sounds very sweet. Romantic. A little bit perfect. Paige's heart melts, and she can't help the love-struck smile she gives the pup.

“That sounds perfect.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Paige guides Sofie in for a quick, sweet kiss. “Any chance I can fit a workout into that busy schedule?”

“You mean mating all day isn't workout enough?”

“Different kind of workout, sweetheart.”

“Hmmmmmmmmm. Can you do it in the living room?”

“I mean, I guess I could manage an improvised routine in there.” Paige quirks a brow at her pup. “Why?”

Sofie shrugs. “I'm just thinking it would be hot to watch and masturbate while you workout.”

“Gods, babygirl, you're too much!”

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It really is a wonderful day. They more-or-less follow Sofie's “plan” for the whole day, and it's—it's so good.

Breakfast is delicious. The bananas are still edible, and Sofie helps with cooking by cutting them and watching over the oatmeal porridge while Paige breaks up and fries the breakfast sausage. Even though Sofie suggested they stay nude all day, they make an exception for Paige to wear an apron while cooking—hot oil is no joke, and she doesn't want that anywhere near exposed delicate parts, fur or not. When finished, they retire—once again in the fur—to the couch to eat while cuddled up together. With Sofie sitting across Paige's lap, her back against the couch's arm, it's only a little more difficult than usual, but it's certainly much more comfy.

And that's the thing—the whole day is comfy.

The entire morning, they stay curled up together under a throw blanket on the couch, first watching a movie, then playing through most of an old video game together—which doesn't really have anything to do with the Solstice, but somehow it's become a thing for them to play it every winter.

And even when they're not doing the same thing, when they're not cuddling together, when Sofie's curled up in the armchair on her phone and Paige is lying on the couch reading, it's about proximity. They're still together, with one another, even if their focuses aren't the same. They're still occupying the same space, seeing, hearing, smelling one another. Throughout the day, Paige regularly finds herself marveling at it—the comfort, the peace, the pleasure, of just quietly being—existing— together. Sometimes, that means taking a break from her task just long enough to turn to Sofie and giver her a quick kiss or lick, or to whisper some form of “I love you”. And every time, Sofie responds equally as in-love—returning the kiss, hugging her, whispering reciprocation.

And of course the sex is great too.

Through the afternoon, the sky is clear, but as the sun sets, the clouds roll in again, and with nightfall comes another round of snow. This works for Paige. She can go stargazing year-round, but snow is a winter-only—and relatively rare—event. She and Sofie come to a silent agreement that it's Porch Time about an hour after they finish cleaning up from dinner, a certain yearning, excited look in Sofie's eyes as she looks to her mom. Blanket in hand, Paige follows her pup to the backdoor, then out into the darkness.

As Sofie approaches the railing, Paige wraps the blanket around her own shoulders, then steps in behind the pup. Pressing her front to Sofie's back, Paige gathers the excess blanket to bundle them together. Once she's satisfied they'll be warm enough for a bit, her hands find Sofie's on the railing.

It's beautiful.

The moon cuts through occasional breaks in the clouds, offering some pale, soft light to see by. The snow has slowed considerably, now little more than a flurry. A breeze pushes some of the falling snow under the roof, and Sofie opens a hand to catch a few flakes. Paige takes a long, deep breath. She and Sofie sigh together.

“This is actually really cool.” Sofie's voice draws Paige's attention from the sky down to her pup. “It's like, gorgeous out, and we're standing here together naked watching it. And it's not that cold—not with you here, and our winter fur, and this blanket.”

“Mhm, but keep an eye on your paws anyway. Don't want your toes freezing.”

Sofie hums and nods her assent.

For a long, quiet moment, Paige and Sofie are alone with the snow, and the cold, and the moon.

Then Sofie shivers.

“Alright, time—” Paige begins, but Sofie interrupts her.

“That wasn't from the cold.”

Paige cranes her neck to peer down at Sofie. That's when she notices the scent—arousal. She's been so steeped in it so constantly, all day, she hadn't thought anything of the smell.

A quiet plip breaks the stillness. Sofie is dripping.

“Holy shit, Sofie.” Paige's voice comes out breathy, hungry. She can't believe how horny her daughter is. She feels her hardening cock press against Sofie as the pup squeezes her thighs together.

“Wha— I know what's coming next! We talked about it! I'm thinking about it! Of course I'm wet!”

“Well then we definitely need to get inside. Don't want anything freezing down there.”

Something changes in Sofie's posture, then before Paige can react she ducks below her arm and rushes into the house with a giggle. Paige considers the tiny puddle between her paws, then follows, giving the blanket a hasty fold and toss to the couch as she passes by the living room. She freezes in the doorway to her bedroom.

There on the bed, paws on the floor and cookie presented to the door, is Sofie. She has her tail raised, giving lazy wags, while she fingers herself.

Paige pads over. “Is this how you wanna do it?”

“At first.” Sofie pulls her fingers from her pussy, then uses them to pry it apart. “Come on, Mom.” She waggles her hips back and forth enticingly.

“Alright, Sof.” Paige pats her ass. “But first,” she trails off, crouching down behind her pup. She whistles, low, appreciative. “Shit, babygirl, you are soaking wet. It's running down your legs.”

Sofie replies by moaning into the covers.

Paige takes a long dragging lick up Sofie's inner thigh, then laps directly from her puffy spade. When the pup's breath hitches, she stops. “You good, sweet girl?”

Voice muffled, Sofie begs for release. “I'm almost there, please put it in!”

“Whoops, sorry baby. I didn't mean to tease you so bad.” Paige rises, lines herself up, and slides in. Sofie clenches down around her immediately, seizing up under her as she presses her body down on her. “Ohhh, sweety you really were close.” Peppering kisses to Sofie's ears, Paige intends to ride out the pup's orgasm.

“Please hump me, fuck me through it, give it to me harder, Mom!”

Paige changes her mind about riding out the pup's orgasm.

Paige pulls out, right to the tip, then slaps her hips back in with a squelch. “Shit!” The way Sofie's pussy clenches and stretches around her cock, she can tell she won't be long behind her pup. She hurtles headlong into a breakneck pace. “Your pussy's so fucking good!” 

“Moooom!” Sofie wails into the bed, panting, claws digging into the covers and the carpet. When Paige slams her knot in to tie them, Sofie lets out a keening howl as her orgasm redoubles.

“Fuck! Sofie! Gods!” Paige joins her pup in climax, flooding her vagina. 

They fall silent, save for whimpers and pants, for a moment, as pleasure washes over them.

“Sofie, what even was that. I have never in my life cum so fast, your pussy is magical.”

“Haha.” Sofie catches her breath. “I dunno. Maybe it's because I was already so close?”

“Like, not even when I'm in heat and on a hair trigger. Fuck.” She places an emphatic kiss to the top of Sofie's head. “You okay?”

“So much better than okay.”

“Ha! Glad to hear it. Slutty Sofie.”

“Ready for round two?”

“Already? Like this?”

“Oh, no. My legs are jelly, I don't think I could stay like this much longer, even with you over me holding me up.” As if to prove her point, Sofie's thighs quiver.

“Alright. Let's get you up on the bed and more comfortable, then round two.” Paige kisses the side of Sofie's muzzle, then slips a hand under her to help maneuver them both.

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If there is one thing in the whole world Paige will never get tired of, it's the sight of Sofie lying in bed next to her, blissed out—on her back, limbs splayed and tongue lolled out the side of her muzzle as she pants and whines and moans through the aftershocks of her fourth orgasm of the night, cum drooling from her well-fucked little spade.

Paige reaches across the space between them and runs her hand up and down Sofie's belly, blunt claws petting through fluffy fur, then cups the shallow swell of Sofie's nascent breast, tweaking her puffy little nipple. She delights in the sight of her pup biting her lip, the sound of her hummed moan. Then Sofie turns to look at her, love and lust burning in her blue and brown eyes.

“One more time, Mom?”

Paige chuckles. “Alright, one more time.”

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It's not unusual for the pair of border collies to still have sex even when neither of them has had a bad day, when Paige isn't in heat or desperate or anything, when they just want to be together—when they just want to love one another and be loved. But this, today, all day? Thanks to their decision to spend today cuddled up together, Paige isn't sure they've gone more than forty-five minutes between any round all day, and that's a lot, even for Paige's stamina. Paige runs her hands up and down Sofie's back, carefully-trimmed claws combing through her thick winter coat.

“Sof, sweet,” she mumbles towards the ceiling. She gets motion from her pup—not exactly a nod, but enough movement that she's pretty sure Sofie's come far enough down from her latest orgasm to be able to process language again. “I think if I don't take a break, my dick's gonna fall off. Heck, I'm pretty sure I'm dehydrated.”

Sofie cracks her one brown eye open to look up at her mom and giggles into Paige's tit, then humps atop her, drawing a groan and another thick shot of cum.

“Fu—u—uck, I'm serious,” she chuckles. “Tank's empty.”

“Okaaay,” Sofie relents. A moment later, she adds, “Sorry.”

Paige pets her head, reassuring. “Slutty Sofie. Drained me dry today, huh?”

“Mhmmmmmmm.”

Paige basks in the few quiet moments of warmth and softness of having Sofie lying on top of her as she waits for her knot to deflate enough to pull out. When it does, she carefully rolls her limp pup off, and scoots for the edge of the bed.

“Be right back, sweet girl, try not to leak too much into the sheets.”

Sofie makes an indignant noise, then rolls over to glare at Paige and gesture to her still-gaped cookie.

“How am I supposed to do that, Mom? You came so much.”

Paige chuckles and shrugs. “I dunno, squeeze your pussy or clench your thighs.” She leans over the bed to pet Sofie's hip, then leaves before her pup can respond, making her way to the bathroom. She grabs a couple bath cloths from the stack, then runs the sink. While waiting for the water to warm, she gives herself a once-over in the mirror. Her thicker winter coat has bulked her up a bit, smoothed away some of the contours of her muscle, but it's really not a bad look for her. She smiles. Looking good. She runs the now-warm water through one cloth and wrings most of it out, then returns to her bedroom to find Sofie right where she left her.

“See, pup? Already back.” Paige settles in between Sofie's thighs and sets to wiping away the mess, smoothing ruffled fur as she works the warm damp cloth along her inner thighs and crotch, careful to avoid being too rough with her spade so soon after their marathon. Sofie hums her approval at the tender attention. When Paige finishes drying her fur, she places a soft kiss to the fluff along the pup's lower belly.

“There you go, Sof.”

“Thanks, Mom. Love you.”

“I love you, too, Sofie.” Sofie reaches out for her, but Paige denies her with a smirk. “Hang tight, I gotta pee. Then you can have cuddles.” Sofie huffs her disapproval, and Paige chuckles at her as she goes, tossing the used bath cloth into the hamper along the way.

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When Paige returns from the bathroom, she finds Sofie standing in front of the vanity mirror. Still nude, she's turning back and forth prodding at her breasts. Paige leans against the doorframe to watch. Sofie brings her elbows together in front of her, pushing out her chest, then hums her disappointment.

“What'samatter, Sof?” Paige approaches, steps behind her, meets her heterochromatic eyes in the mirror.

“Iunno.” Sofie shrugs, then leans back against her mother, head resting between her breasts. “Winter coat has my boobs looking even smaller.”

“Mmmm.” Paige lifts her hands, running them up her pup's sides to her small breasts to cup them. “Sorry to hear that, sweetie. If it helps,” she gives them a gentle squeeze, “they're definitely still there, even with all the extra fluff.”

Sofie huffs. “Mooom.”

“Anyway you're eleven, of course your boobs're small, pup. Give 'em time.” Paige leans down to place a kiss to the crown of Sofie's head, nuzzle the fur there. “And I just so happen to like them small.”

Sofie rolls her eyes, but smiles, appeased for now. Her wagging tail knocks back and forth between Paige's knees.

Paige leans in to whisper, voice husky, into Sofie's ear. “I also just so happen to love how puffy your nipples are.” She gives them both a pinch for good measure, earning a squawk and flailing arms pushing her away. She chuckles as Sofie huffs at her again. “Alright, alright. Your turn peeing, then back to bed?”

“Yeah, fine.”

They slip back into Paige's bed together, Paige on her back, Sofie curled into her side with her muzzle pressed against the side of her breast.

“Happy Solstice, Sofie. You warm enough?”

Sofie's reply comes in the form of a nod against her boob and an affirmative hum. Paige squeezes her a little tighter, then lets herself drift into pleasant dreams.