{"sf1_id":933034,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Under The Covers","author":"ReLiTe","words":1042,"posted_at":"2015-11-12T20:12:00.000Z","tags":["Blowjob","Canine","Cub","Deep Throat","Dog","Father","Gay","Handjob","Husky","Incest","M/M","Oral","Pup","Siberian Husky","Son","Underage"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/933034-under-the-covers","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/933034","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=933034\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"I had writer's block with the story I was writing, so I decided to come up with something else to end the long drought of stories. This short story is gonna do just that. It tells of a young Husky pup named Josh and his late night adventure in his dad's bed...\nI really enjoyed writing from the point of view of a child. Let me know what you thought! Thanks everyone for your support!\nI'm now accepting requests/trades so, in the unlikely event that you're interested, give this a look :P https://www.sofurry.com/market/view/offer?id=2593","content":"I wake up and see that I'm in bed with Daddy. I must have fallen asleep with him watching TV again. His arms are around me and my tummy is hot where he's hugging me. I look out of the window and see that the moon is almost full, but not quite. It's really bright, and the sky is a nice, dark blue, with loads of white stars shining. I look up at Daddy, who is being really loud. He's snoring, and I see drool come out of his open muzzle. I quietly laugh to myself as I watch it roll\u0026nbsp;down his face and onto his chest.\u0026nbsp;\n\n'I've gotta go back to sleep', I tell myself. Daddy doesn't like me being up late at night. It must be about 10! I'm not sleepy, but I close my eyes anyway and start counting sheep, but when I see the 100th sheep jump over the fence, I give up. I open my eyes. 'I'm really not sleepy tonight...'\u0026nbsp;I manage to shrug my shoulders (Daddy's holding me really tight) as\u0026nbsp;I think about what I should\u0026nbsp;do now. Then I smile and think to myself: 'I can go on an adventure!'\n\nI gently grab Daddy's arms and slowly\u0026nbsp;pull them away from my burny chest, and I rest them next to him so they don't get tired. Then, I think about what I can do first. I decide that my first mission is to get to the other side of the bed, so I go under the covers and giggle quietly as I get on my tummy and slowly crawl through the tunnel to the other side. About halfway through, though, I feel something warm hit my chin. Curious, I pull the quilt up away from me and Daddy to get a better look.\n\nIt's a long, thick pole of some kind, and it's got lines coming out of it. My mouth opens wide as I stare at the big thing because I'm not sure what it is. 'I wonder how long it is...?' I decide to use my paws to measure it. To my surprise, I find that it's the same length as my paws stacked on top of each other. I realise that Daddy might get cold, so I pull the quilt back over him, making sure it doesn't cover the pole. 'What does it feel like?' my brain asks me. I slowly reach towards it and gently grab it with my paw. It feels squishy, but hard at the same time. I gasp as it moves in my paw.\u0026nbsp;\n\n'I think it likes me touching it...' I slowly rub up and down the pole with my\u0026nbsp;paw wrapped around it.\u0026nbsp;I keep moving my paw like this, and I giggle again as it twitches a bit more in my paw.\u0026nbsp;Then I lean forward and give the pole a sniff. 'It smells really good...' I think to myself. 'I wonder if it tastes good, too...' I lean forward a bit more and stick out my tongue, and I run it up from the bottom to the top of the pole, and I hear Daddy moaning softly in his sleep as the pole\u0026nbsp;moves. I look up at him and I get an idea. 'If me making the pole happy makes Daddy happy, too, then...'\u0026nbsp;\n\nI\u0026nbsp;decide that the thing is Daddy's warm, juicy popsicle, and that I should suck on it. I open my maw up wide, and take the whole top of the pole in it. It feels sort of rubbery in my mouth, and I like it. I can't describe the taste, but I know I like that,\u0026nbsp;too. Daddy begins to breathe more heavier, and I feel the pole twitch\u0026nbsp;again in my muzzle as I move my head up and down on it. I hear Daddy grunt quietly, and then I feel something warm and liquid-y land on my tongue. I move my head back and stick out my tongue to have a look.\n\nThere's a tiny\u0026nbsp;bit of\u0026nbsp;clear watery stuff on it, and it's really gooey and sticky, and it reminds me of runny jelly. I swallow it, and I lick my lips and say \"mmm\" at the tasty flavour. Then I go back to sucking on the popsicle, lapping my tongue against it. I keep moving my head forwards, seeing how much of it I can fit in my muzzle. I see that I can take about half of it before I have to go back to sucking on the top of it. I feel really proud of myself, but I wanna take more of it, so I make it into a game.\u0026nbsp;\n\nI suck on the top, then take it further in. I see how far I go, then move back and start over. After 12\u0026nbsp;tries, I finally manage to take it all in, the tip of my nose touching Daddy's tummy. As I go back to sucking on the top of the pole, though, I hear Daddy grunt again a bit louder, and more gooey stuff lands on my tongue. It tastes different this time, though, and there's a lot more of it. I wait for it all to come out, then\u0026nbsp;I stick my tongue out again to see it. It's not the same as the jelly water before. It's sort of milky white, and it tastes sweeter. I gulp it down\u0026nbsp;and smack my lips, once again enjoying the taste.\u0026nbsp;\n\nI watch as the popsicle gets smaller, so I decide that it doesn't want me to suck\u0026nbsp;it any more. I say goodbye to it softly, then climb back up the bed and lay my head on my pillow. I pull the covers back over me, and I kiss Daddy gently on his nose and say goodnight to him, too. Then I pull his arms back around me, and as I feel him squeeze me again, I smile and I fall asleep. When I wake up, I see that the sun's come up, so I turn around and quickly lick Daddy's nose. \"Morning, Daddy!\" Daddy groans (because he doesn't like getting up\u0026nbsp;in the morning) but then opens his eyes and smiles at me. \"Morning, Josh, my boy. How did you sleep?\" I grin and shake my head. \"I didn't really, Daddy. I went on an adventure!\"\n\n  \n  \n\n"}