Daily Free-Write August 7, 2020

Today I got up and cooked Daddy breakfast like I used to do before I became little full time. It's nice to do something for your caretaker once in a while. They can't do everything! I wrote this little free-write with that in mind. What you think should happen next? Who do you think should get their way? 

I see a white carpet. Apartment in Miami. Big green leaves. Morning light slanting in through the windows. Daddy in bed, his cock poking out of its sheath to rest languidly against his belly. A young wolf, slipping out beside him and putting on Daddy's light brown khakis and strawberry cream dress shirt. 

He slipped out into the kitchen, tied the teal apron around his waist, and began his work. Bringing water to a boil. The pan on medium high. Toaster oven set to toast. Check check check. Bacon sizzling, eggs boiling, tea steeping, English muffins in the oven. And in a flash, all onto plates. He gathered everything onto the serving tray and padded his way softly back to the bedroom, where the older wolf was still soundly asleep. 

Setting it aside, he pulled off the apron, tossed it on the floor, and made his way across the sheets on all fours. If Daddy was still asleep, he supposed he could have his breakfast first. He smiled as he lowered his muzzle to press lightly against the older wolf's sheath, taking in the scent as his own hardness grew. He gave it a few experimental licks, gaining momentum as it grew. 

This was his favorite meal of the day, and Daddy's favorite way of waking up. He knew breakfast would get cold soon, and he knew how to finish this quickly as he pleased. As Daddy's knot popped out, he circled his thumb and forefinger behind it, and made the final attack. His Daddy was just beginning to stir, indicating his pleasure with a gruff growl, almost a moan. In lest than a minute he would have his award. Just he felt it coming he felt two paws press to the back of his head and force his muzzle down all the way over the knot. He was rewarded with volley after volley of sweet cream. 

"Good puppy," the older wolf growled as he smiled down at his little cupcake, then he began to cock his head, confused. "Why are you wearing my clothes, honey?"

"I made you breakfast in bed, Daddy." 

The younger wolf smiled, looking proud and jumped off the bed to retrieve the tray before Daddy could say anything else. Next thing Daddy knew, the tray was in his lap with the inviting scent of his favorite breakfast foods. Wafting upward toward his snout. 

"Thank you, little one. Daddy has been feeling overworked lately."

"You're welcome, Daddy! I heard you last night talking to yourself after I was supposed to be in bed. You sounded sad, so I wanted to do something nice for you!"

"That's so sweet, cupcake. But you know you shouldn't be wearing Daddy's clothes."

"I'm the Daddy today!"  

"I'm gonna finish my breakfast first, and then we'll see who's the real Daddy." Daddy said, with a naughty grin. "I hope you're ready to get your little butt whooped. Now take off Daddy's dress clothes before you piddle all over them." 

Written while listening to   Kitsuné Hot Stream Mixed by Crvvcks  on youtube.

Favorite Track: Loving it - Bungalow 

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