Extremely Indulgent Tales

“Other Daddy”

Emily waited in her usual spot in the bushes near the bus stop. The young white mouse girl crouched in her hiding place, having to hold her big, round ears down with her hands. She waited for her bus to finish loading up the line of middle-schoolers. She'd been careful and attended class for a few days to avoid suspicion before skipping out this time. The Driver made a last cursory sweep of the area before closing up and driving off with his cargo. The first part of the plan was a success, now came the far more boring part—waiting for her parents to leave for work. Her pink tail swayed and her hips squirmed impatiently. She bit her lower lip and mentally willed her parents to hurry with whatever they were doing. Finally, her father walked out and took his car out of the driveway and out of sight. A couple more minutes later, her mother finally emerged and did the same, but not before locking up the house. Showtime!

Emily pulled out a phone from her backpack—one her parents don't know about. She opened the text messages and sent a heart emote to the only contact on the phone. The recipient sent back a thumbs up, and her heart jumped in her chest. She burst from the bushes in an ecstatic run to her front door. Overturning a fake rock in the gravel nearby, she unlocked the door, replaced the key, entered, and locked it again. Heart racing, Emily raced upstairs and to her room, closing the door. She flung off the school-appropriate shirt and skirt she had on, went to her dresser, and pulled on a snow-white sleeveless dress, usually worn to bed at night. Hopping onto her bed—adorned with purple-trimmed white duvet, and pink-painted bed posts—Emily laid back against her pillows and waited for the signs.

She wasn't kept waiting long, as usual. The front door lock clicked, the door opened, shut, and locked again—all echoing up to Emily's room. Her face went hot, and she couldn't keep her hips still, adrenaline flooding her system. Every step up the stairs seems to match every other beat of her heart, which felt like it was in her throat by this point. The footsteps approached her door and it was all she could do to keep from squealing from the anticipation! Finally, a knock came from her door, and her jitters seemed to calm. A new, dull heat rose in her chest, and her voice was clear and unwavering. “Come in~!” she called to her visitor.

The door opened to reveal a tall, broad, lean adult rottweiler in the doorway. He had to bend his head slightly to be admitted through, and at last he was in the same room as Emily. Easily seven feet tall and built like an ox, the canine was at the peak of fitness underneath his tank top and loose-fitting jeans. He took note of the tiny mouse in her pretty white dress—his favorite—with hungry eyes that would have made her legs give out, were she standing.

“Good morning, 'Other Daddy~!'” Emily greeted her guest. Her voice was breathy with barely restrained excitement and her cheeks were noticeably crimson.

“Good morning, Princess,” the 'other daddy' replied, “I couldn't help but notice you're not in school.”

Emily brought her finger up to her lip, “I missed the bus again,” she pouted her lips and feigned guilt in her voice. She glanced down at her 'other daddy's' jeans. They've been pitching a tent since he walked in!

“Tsk tsk tsk,” the 'other daddy' chided, “you keep missing school, baby girl. That's naughty.” His voice was deep and smooth and steady like flowing hot fudge.

“I knooww~,” Emily continued to act cartoonishly remorseful, “and now both my parents left with their cars!” She pulled up her knees, but kept her legs separate, flashing her frilly white panties for her 'other daddy.' A tiny wet spot showed in the center. “Can you please give me a ride, 'Other Daddy~?' Pretty pretty please~?”

“Of course, Pumpkin,” the rottweiler answered, and his breathing started getting heavier. He slowly walked up toward the mouse's bed.

“And... and then~,” Emily continued, excitedly, “can you bring me downstairs, and give me a another ride on the couch~?”

“Absolutely, baby girl,” her 'other daddy' assured her, unbuckling his belt. “You want your 'Other Daddy' to give you a ride in the bathroom too? And maybe in Mommy and Daddy's bed after that?”

“Ye-, yeh, yes puh-please, 'Other D-d-daddy',” the mouse stammered back, her thoughts melting from the fire he was stoking with his words. Her undies were starting to feel wet. Her 'other daddy' slipped off his belt and had gotten to the edge of the bed by the time he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Emily's hands were on her cheeks, feeling the fire beneath her face, and her hips wiggled and bucked out of her control as she watched her 'other daddy' mount the tiny, cub-size bed. The mature canine walked on his knees up to her and dug his thumbs below the waist of his jeans. He pulled them down, leaving just his briefs, and the clear erection straining beneath. Emily's little cunny was starting to show through her moist undies.

“Does my little princess wanna say hi to Mister Rocket?” he asked. She nodded dumbly, and he raised a finger. “Tsk tsk, what does a good girl say when she wants something?”

“May. I. Please. See. Mister. Rocket. Other. Daddy~?” she slowly said, every word punctuated by a breath.

“Good girl. Ohp! Here he comes~!” Her 'other daddy' pulled the waistband of his tidy whities forward, reached a hand in, and let his ten-inch-long rocket fall in between his 'baby girl's' raised knees. The deep-red canine cock was no less impressive than the remainder of his body, sporting thick veins, an engorged knot, and even a lovely increase in girth halfway up his shaft before tapering off at the tip. He also sported a pair of fuzzy, heavy balls. Laying it down with his knot resting between her thighs, Mr. Rocket reached all the way up to the mouse's rib cage!! Emily started feeling liquid drip down her thighs and into her tiny buttcrack.

“Dzuh, Daa- 'Other Daddeeee',” she breathed, her eyes crossed to stare at the rocket resting on her chin, “He's... he's already so big~!”

“Because we've been thinking about you since we woke up, buttercup,” he replied, then huffed out of his nose, and continued, “and Mister Rocket's really looking forward to your 'Good Morning Kisses'.”

“Haaah~,” came her reply, and the doggy daddy crawled up closer to bring Mr. Rocket up to her cute face. Emily wrapped her little hands as far around her 'other daddy's' cock as her fingers could manage, and closed her lips around his tip. As practiced, she stuck her tongue all the way out along his cock, ready for him to start thrusting. Gently, the massive canine bucked his hips forward and back, letting the tiny mouse's mouth massage and service the end of his rocket, for that's all that could really fit. Her cheeks filled with her 'other daddy's' meat and she savored his taste with every brush against her tongue. Her lips stretched and leaked drool on the end of his big bone, and their eyes met in time for her to see a huff of steam from his nose. She could feel the veins in his penis throb and pulse with vigor under her fingers and between her thighs. His heavy balls bumped and brushed along her slim stomach.

Her 'other daddy' brought a hand up to caress her cheek as he continued stuffing her mouth. “Oh princess, very good,” he murmured, his deep voice rumbling through the air, “he liked that kiss a lot.” He gently removed his member from her hungry mouth, drawing a string of spittle leading to his tip. Emily's breath steamed in the air and her eyes remained locked with his. He broke eye contact to gaze down between her legs. Her pure white undies were completely soaked through, even down toward her cute little round butt! The hound licked his lips, and grinned. “Looks like someone's ready for their ride on Mister Rocket.”

Emily gasped and her eyes widened. “YES! Yes yes yes please please please~!” She begged, bouncing her hips.

The canine chuckled. “Okay okay, sweetie. Mmmm,” the Rottweiler-daddy hummed lustfully, rubbing his rock-hard shaft against her damp panties, “he really wants to get started, too~.” He rubbed the crease in Emily's undies just over her tiny cunny, making her shiver, then slipped a finger around the soaked fabric. He dipped into her moist slit then brought the wet finger up to his snout for a sniff. Then a taste. The mighty canine's eyes rolled back, and his chest shuddered. The mouse bit her lip, drawing emphasis to her cute buck-teeth. Her 'Other Daddy' dug his fingers under the waistband of her sopping-wet panties and slowly pulled them them off. She assisted him by unbending her knees and raising her legs straight up, barely reaching his pecs. Finally, the dripping garment slipped up past her feet, and she let her legs fall to either side of the large dog's hips, giving him a full view of her glistening nethers.

Unable and unwilling to delay any further, Mister Rocket was lined up with Emily's slit and gently inserted, slowly pushing its tapered tip in, stretching her adorably plump little labia wide open as inch after inch slid inside. Putting it in caused the mouse-girl to lose composure, and she began hyperventilating and moaning, her eyes widening almost as much as the entrance to her pussy. Little by little, they astoundingly managed to fit the entire length of Mister Rocket's shaft in the brave little girl's cunny, stymied by his bulbous knot as they watched her belly stretch. The sheer volume of doggy cock inside her must have added a good two pounds to her body weight! Emily's 'other daddy' shifted his weight, essentially sitting on the bedding with his thighs splayed to either side, and began giving his princess her ride.

He kept it slow, letting her cunny juices and saliva fully lubricate his bone, and giving her time to bring her breathing into line with the rhythm. For long moments neither of them spoke a word, merely giving formless voice to their affections. Her, moaning, yelling and squeaking, in youthful delight—him, grunting, huffing and humming from barely restrained carnal desire. He knew better than to be too rough with her too soon, and wished to make this just as pleasurable for her as it was for him. One hand gripped her hip firmly while the other brought a thumb up to her mouth, which she happily licked and sucked for him. He then brought that thumb down to Emily's itty-bitty-clitty and softly massaged the sensitive little button. “AHHH~! AH! 'squeak!' Oth-ther! Daaa-deee~,” his little lover squealed.

“Feels good, doesn't it, sweet-pea~? Mmm!” Her 'other daddy' grunted hard as he spoke, “I'm glad ba- Ooo! Oh~! Oh baby doll, Mister Rocket wants to go faster! A LOT faster~! Get ready!!” The doggy-daddy's hips accelerated their thrusting.

“Oh yes! YES!! Oh oth-th-ther Dadadaddy~! Oh! Oh oh ah ah ahh AHHH 'SQUEAK!' 'SQUEAK!' 'SQUEAK!'” The little mouse's every breath let out a high-pitched squeal of rodent pleasure as her adonis of an 'other daddy' pumped his red rocket into her pussy—tight as a straw, and wet as the sea! The bedding under her tush was damp with her cunny juices, and made sloppy slapping sounds with every impact of his mighty knot! The carnal canine huffed and growled, his eyes closed and the hand he was rubbing her clit with now caressed her cheek. Emily's limbs shook as her little body was gently but repeatedly jostled against her pillows, her head arching back into them as she squeaked and screamed. The bulge in her abdomen grew and shrunk rapidly in time with her 'other daddy's' pace, and she could feel every pulsing vein along his shaft as it slid against her walls! Sweat flew from their bodies and the house echoed with the steady bumping of the bed's headboard against the wall.

Finally, her 'other daddy's' eyes shot open, and he couldn't help but slightly yell as he spoke. “Mmmrgh! Oh baby! Huuuh~! Ride's over, baby girl~! Mister Rocket's Gonna buh- GONNA BLAST OFF!!” Emily couldn't respond, her mouth agape and voice nearly hoarse from screaming in ecstasy. The canine cupped her soft tushie with both hands and worked Mr. Rocket like a piston, his breath heavy and quick. Finally, he threw his head back, grunting and growling, as he blasted off inside the mousey middle schooler's pussy! Being of shockingly sufficient capacity for his abundant spunk, her petite belly ballooned outward in an adorable bulge, before her itty bitty cunny leaked and sprayed his cum out past its stretched lips, soiling the bedding and the fur around both their thighs. The mouse's eyes rolled back, her tongue hung out the corner of her mouth and her entire face practically glowed cherry red. Mr. Rocket's cummies were always hot and sticky, it made her whole body feel warm and tingly.

Emily heard in school this was how babies were made, but her 'other daddy' assured her that wouldn't happen, because he was something called 'steril,' which he said meant he couldn't make babies anymore. What that also meant she could have as many of Mr. Rocket's super sticky rides as she wanted! The lucky girl sat up and took in the view, watching her full belly slowly shrink as thick, creamy baby batter oozed out of her cunny. They'd wait till she was good and empty before her 'other daddy' took her downstairs... to fill her up again!