>"Anon, you're daughter's dripping all over the carpet again!"
>you sigh and get up from your desk, turning off the computer monitor
>every week, you've got to clean up after your little abomination
>if only she could control her fluid like her mother
"I'm coming, I'm coming, hold on..."
>you enter the living room to find your young satyr sitting on the couch, wearing a black hoodie and no pants
>for some reason, they don't make pants for bipedals here in Equestria
>she's not that young, about sixteen
>and she's getting caramel sauce all over the couch now as well
"Flawn, could you PLEASE stay off the furniture when you have one of your... 'episodes?'"
>"But daddy..." she whines
"No buts. Now let's get you cleaned up."
>she appears to perk up at this
>she knows what comes next
>you crouch down onto your knees, just in front of her
 
"Alright, open up."
>Flawn spreads her rather jiggly and smooth legs, revealing the sticky valley within
>her inner thighs are spattered with the light-brown sauce, and more is being produced from the pronounced slit in the center of it all
>"I like bathtime!" the young dessert-legged creature exclaims
"As do I, sweetie~"
>you dip your head, plunging into the light-yellow thighs
>and you go to work, using your tongue to lap up the creamy sauce
>it's texture is akin to a light cappuccino, and tastes as sweet as honey
>her skin is cold and yielding, and it wobbles at every turn of the tongue
>you move your tongue around your young one's genitals, making her giggle and squeak, cleansing her of caramel
>as you lick her, she shivers and spurts liquid-y, sweet caramel sauce onto your face, crying out with pleasure
>soon enough, though, she has ejaculated enough to stop her from spilling everywhere
>and the last of the sticky substance is gone, whisked away by your dexterous tongue
>Flawn's muscles finally in control, and her wobbly legs cleaned, you pull back and stand up
 
>"Thanks, Daddy!" she beams
"Now, clean up the rest on the couch and carpet."
>"Aww, I don't wanna..."
"I did my half of the work, now you do yours."
>she grumbles under her breath as she gets up to get a scrub-brush
>this happens once every week
>and YOU are the one that has to clean her every time
>could your wife do it just one time?
>nooo, that would be too much to ask
>but still, you get free caramel out of the deal
>if only Flawn would agree on your idea to strap a bottle to her crotch and collect the sauce there
 
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