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VINNIE ▪︎ POV
"Daddy, do you love Vinnie?"
I kicked my legs, perched on top of the kitchen island. I wasn't really allowed to sit up here since daddy didn't like my fur on the countertops where he cooked, but he made an exception since we were baking today!
Chocolate chip cookies! Yummy cookies! The best cookies! I could have squealed as I giggled in delight. Vinnie loves cookies!
"Hmm, define love?" Daddy raised an eyebrow in question as he took the melted chocolate out of the microwave. "Start kneading the dough baby."
"Love is like...." I stuck my tounge out as I pressed my hands into the bowl of cookie dough and began pressing as hard as I could. "When you, really really like something a lot! It's the opposite of hate!"
Daddy nodded slowly, his face a mask of thought. My daddy was so handsome. The most handsome man in the whole world. He had chocolate hair and caramel skin and coffee eyes and he was tall like a giant and wide with muscles like superman. My daddy was always very handsome, especially when he smiled at Vinnie. I loved daddy's smiles.
"Well, I do like you a lot Vinnie. I like my cuddles, I like that you share, I like that you use manners when you talk to daddy, I like it when you tidy up your toys too," he told me and I beamed, wiggling with glee.
"So you do love Vinnie?"
"I do love Vinnie. I love Vinne a lot," daddy finally confirmed and I let out a happy squeal.
"Well Vinnie loves you too daddy!" I told him, puffing out my chest. "Best daddy in the world!"
He grinned, flashing his white teeth. "Do you only love me on a Sunday when we bake cookies?"
"No!" I giggled. "I love daddy all the time!"
"Even when I'm grumpy in the mornings?"
"Yep!" I held up my sticky fingers, showing all ten of them proudly. "I love daddy this much!"
"How lovely of you," he came over to me and pressed a kiss to my lips. I smiled happily, kissing him back with hot cheeks.
"I love daddy's kisses the most," I whispered against his soft lips.
"Lucky for you because daddy's kisses are all yours," he growled back, kissing me again. I moaned, my stomach tightening as our tongues clashed. Daddy's kisses always made my special place tingle and my tail to thump.
"C-cookies," I gasped, pulling away from him and showing him the bowl. When my special place started tingling, it always ended up with my underpants around my ankles and daddy inside me. I wanted to eat cookies first.
Daddy chuckled. "Of course sweetheart. But remember, for every cookie you eat, you have to eat a piece of fruit tomorrow too."
"Yes daddy," I nodded, placing the dough on the counter after he shook some flour over the surface. He handed me a rolling pin and I began rolling out the dough. This was my favourite part. Rolling and cutting shapes!
Daddy and I had agreed that we were going to try and eat more healthily. I loved to eat yummy things like sweets and chocolate and cake and cookies. I couldn't help it! I had a sweet tooth! But it wasn't good for me to eat all the time so daddy always made me eat healthy things, especially because I was a big boy.
I wasn't as big as daddy, he was huge. But where daddy had muscles, I had soft, jiggly flesh. My tummy was big, my thighs and bottom too and I had big cheeks. Daddy said it was baby fat but I wasn't a baby, I was twenty!
It did bother me sometimes, but daddy said he loved my chub. That was good enough for me!
My tail swayed behind me as I hummed and rolled out the dough. Daddy helped me get it even and then pulled out our basket of shape cutters from the cupboard. "What are we biting the heads off tonight Vin?"
"The giraffes and the the monkeys!" I giggled. Last time, it was lions and hippos.
Daddy took out the two shape cutters and handed them to me. "Start in the middle and make your way out to the edge. As close together as possible so we don't waste any okay? You can bring some to daycare to share with your friends tomorrow."
Daycare? Friends?
Those two words made my heart stutter with fear. I hated going to daycare. Daycare meant that daddy had to go to work and I had to stay with other carers and nekos. The adults were nice enough, but I hated being away from daddy, even for a few hours.
And... I didn't have any friends. Everyone always stayed away from me. I didnt know why. Maybe because I was the only fox? The others didn't like me. It was lonely.
Daddy gripped my chin, forcing my head up so I'd look at him. "It's only for a few hours. You can do that right? For daddy?"
"Yes," I nodded, forcing a smile. Daddy didn't know I was having a hard time at daycare. I didn't want him to be mad at me. I must be doing something wrong if I couldn't make any friends. "Vinnie will be okay."
"That's my good boy," he scratched behind my ears, making me shudder and purr. Scratches felt so goood.
My special place started tingling again. "C-cookies!"
"So sensitive," Daddy chuckled. "Cut away baby boy," he pointed at the dough. I focused on stabbing the cookie pancake into giraffes and monkeys.
Once all the dough was in their perfect shapes, I rolled the left over scraps into normal circles. Daddy placed them on the baking tray and put them in the oven.
While they cooked, I helped tidy up, giggling happily as we made bubbles in the sink, popping them together. The kitchen was spotless after we were done and the timer on the oven dinged.
I bounced happily, clapping my hands and squealing. The smell was making me drool with delight. I could taste them already.
Daddy bent and turned off the oven, opening the door and revealing our golden, chocolate chip animals. He used oven mittens and pulled out the tray, placing them on the counter top to cool.
"Can I have one now?! Please?!" I begged, spinning in a circle and clasping my hands together.
"Nope. You know the rules. Shower time baby, get ready for bed. You can have your cookies with milk. By the time we come back, they'll have cooled down." Daddy told me, and I opened my mouth to complain but his firm glare cut me off.
I pouted sadly, turning and heading out the kitchen and up the stairs. Shower time. My poor belly would have to wait for cookies. Poor belly.
I hopped up the steps and down the hall, into my room. It didn't take me long to find everything I needed. My pyjamas, night time cream, deodorant, a diaper and my baby powder.
I struggled to hold it all without dropping it and carried it into the bathroom. Daddy said that it was good if I was a big boy and did things by myself sometimes since some days when he's working late, I might have to shower by myself.
I laid all my things down on the floor and then stripped out of my overalls and shirt. My hips wiggled as I pulled down my underwear too. I was fully naked and caught my reflection in the mirror.
My hair was red, a fiery orange that stood out against my pale skin. I had a splatter of freckles over my pink-toned nose and cheeks. My face was round and my pointed, orange ears protruded through my messy hair on top. I had green, big eyes and long lashes.
My arms were short and round, my chest was puffy and my nipples were small and pink. My belly was big and chubby, hiding my special place which was also pink, small and thick. From the bottom of my spine sprouted my bushy tail which was the same orange as my ears but was dipped in white. My fur was thick and soft. My thighs were round and jiggly and I had small feet.
Daddy said I looked the cutest. Like his own personal pudding he liked to eat. He said I was delicious. My cheeks reddened as I smiled happily at myself in the mirror. Daddy loved me and that was all that mattered.
The door to the bathroom opened and daddy came in. He immeadiately started folding my clothes so that I could wear them again tomorrow. We didn't go out today and they weren't dirty since I ate all my meals with a bib.
While he did so, I reached into the glass stall and turned on the shower. The water came cascading down from overhead and I stuck my hand out, waiting for it to get warm.
Once it did, I carefully climbed in, letting the water fall over my head with a sigh of content. Showers were the best. Even more amazing when daddy showered with me but he didn't do it all the time.
"Do you need me to wash you or can you do it?" Daddy asked, already rolling up his sleeves.
I passed him my blue wash rag and the soap. "You please."
He rubbed the soap bar over the flannel and then pressed it to my body. Daddy started at my neck snd worked his way down. He rubbed my chest, arms, armpits and stomach.
Then he gently used his hand to lather soap over my penis so he didn't hurt me. It felt good and I shivered, biting my lip. But his hand only lingered for a few seconds before sliding back between my buttocks to clean there too. I squirmed, biting my lip as he rubbed over my opening with his fingertips.
Daddy looked up and his knowing smirk made my face turn red. "Another day baby. It's getting late."
I nodded without a word and he let his hand drop away from my hole. Then he used the rag to continue cleaning my bottom and thighs, my calves and ankles and then my feet.
Once I was all lathered up, tail and all, daddy washed it all away, telling me to wash my face. I did as I was told, running my hands over my closed eyes and nose, my mouth and chin. "All done!"
The shower shut off and daddy wrapped a towel around me, lifting me out of the stall. He placed me on the bath mat and quickly dried me down. I lifted limbs to make it easier for him, squealing when he stopped to tickle my stomach.
"Stop it!" I giggled, shaking my head and pushing his hands away.
"But you're so soft and cuddly," he pulled me into him, kissing me all over my face. I laughed, clinging to his clothes.
"You're silly daddy!"
"Silly, me?" He tickled me again and I screamed.
"Not silly!" I gasped, squirming out if his grasp. "Vinnie is silly!"
"Vinnie is beautiful." He tugged me closer to him and pressed a kiss to my lips. I sighed and kissed him back with closed eyes.
When he pulled away my lips were wet and plump. "You're beautiful too daddy. We both are!"
"Of course baby," he ruffled my hair. "Pyjama time!"
It didn't take long to get diapered up and in my racing car pyjamas. I smelt of my lavender bed time cream and I was beginning to feel drowsy like always after a shower.
I lifted my arms and daddy picked me up easily, pulling me into his torso. I wrapped my arms around his neck and lay my head on his shoulder with a yawn. "Dont leave Vinne tomorrow," I whispered before I could stop myself.
Daddy rubbed my back with a sigh, turning off the light and carrying me from the bathroom, down the hall and down the stairs. "I have to go to work Vin. Daddy has to make money so that I can feed you and buy you clothes and so that we can live in our house. It's not that simple for me to stay at home baby."
I knew that, but at the same time, I couldn't bare to be away from him. When daddy was at work, I had no one to give me cuddles and kisses, no one to play with or talk to. It was lonely.
I closed my mouth, not saying anything because I knew I would end up crying. Daddy sat me down on the couch and pressed my favourite teddy into my arms. He covered me up with a blanket and pressed a kiss to my forehead before disappearing into the kitchen.
I fiddled with the blanket, waiting for his return. When he did come back he had three cookies on a plate and a mug of hot, frothy milk. I did feel a tiny bit better when I saw my bed time snack.
I sat properly and took the plate. Daddy sat beside me and I snuggled into his side as I picked up a cool cookie and began eating quietly.
"You know daddy doesn't like leaving you too Vin. I wouldn't if I didn't absolutely have to," Daddy told me softly, running his free hand through my hair.
"I know," I whispered. "Vinnie will miss daddy."
"I'll be back to get you from daycare before you know it," he reassured me as I dunked my cookies in the milk.
"Vinnie will be waiting for you," I answered and he kept stroking me softly.
I ate my cookies and then sipped my warm milk. By the time the mug emptied, my eyes were drooping, my head rolling on my shoulders. Daddy pressed my pacifier between my lips and I fully shut my eyes as he took the mug and put it down before pulling me into his arms.
It didn't take long before I was out being cradled in his arms.
I slept and worried about tomorrow. Hopefully it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.
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