As days went, this one was so normal and hum-drum it would have bored a sloth. Speaking of sloths, the most exciting aspect of the little Dachshund's day was the Animal Planet show, Growing Up Sloth. It had broken up her day into two sections; before fluffy, adorable sloth babies, and after her ritualistic hour of mind-numbingly cute baby animals. Her day had started, however, on the frantic fluttering of a hummingbird's wings, only to fly too close to the bug zapper and fall victim to a paralyzing bout of shock therapy.

Awakening in the arms of her loving boyfriend, warmed by the sun's first rays through the drapes, had her heart pounding a mile a minute. The caring way in which he spread his love with snout and paw-pad softened hands, the loving words cooed between them, the hot, overwhelming cocoon of blankets and flesh they had wrapped themselves in... It had given the false hope of a perfect day. Sadly, when Todd had been torn away a short hour later, Daisy's heart felt as cold and lonely as his side of the bed. The passion that had warmed them had been put on hold for other duties, and eventually even she was called from the less exuberant warmth of the covers and into the chill of the apartment.

Having chores distracted her for a few hours, straightening up the house and dealing with the previous night's dishes kept her busy. But, soon, her mind wandered to her lover and what he could be doing at that moment. Was he thinking of her? Maybe he sat at his desk, hiding a game of Spider Solitaire beneath the guise of a half-completed budget or memo. Perhaps brown eyes gazed into hazel as he stared, blankly yet lovingly, at her photo that had become his desktop background. Or, and this was more likely, he was busy running unnecessary errands for his boss.

Before she knew it, morning broke away into afternoon, and she returned from space to find herself staring at the only word that had made it onto the page of the notebook resting on the desk before her. No longer was she silently watching imagined scenarios of Todd at work, but now she had returned to her own reality. A glance at the glaring red numbers of the clock told her she'd already wasted an hour and a half inside her own head, and all she had down was the word 'I'. What had she been intending to scribble down for their benefit? Something meaningful and word? Raunchy sex that would leave her shaking in her seat? Putting her mind to work, she focused carefully on her new piece of writing.

I look into his sweet eyes, seeing into more than just his honey-brown iris; the overwhelming passion I see ignites my own. Hands like guided missiles seek his softly furred cheeks as I lean in and combine our lips in one soft, sweet kiss. As if I had forgotten just how perfect we are for each other, my brain dredges up a beautiful plethora of reasons why I know our bond will last the test of time.

Before she knew it, Daisy was submerged into her writing until the cell phone beside her began to buzz and sing, signaling it was time to begin dinner. having prepared other proteins for the past week, it was finally time for her to delve into a new recipe for curry chicken. Chicken just happened to be her favorite type of meat, so the nights she was able to prepare it were the best. While cutting up the raw chicken into more manageable chunks, the little dachshund continued to gently whine, pining still for her lover to punch his time card and come back home. It took all she had in her not to abandon dinner, call up a pizza place, and spend the next hour happily texting her love. Instead, she focused on the way he'd compliment her new recipe and claim to be the luckiest Dingo in the world.

These thoughts carried her through prep and up until she had the chicken browned and the rice going... But still, the young dog was distracted. That was, until her arm was bombarded with crackling grease and her attention snapped back to her hot pans. It was time to add her chopped vegetables, and get them going, as well, then she needed the curry sauce-- That she had neglected to make!

It was crunch time, now, as she pulled everything together in her best effort to give Todd a touchdown meal he'd love. It was always easier on her anxiety when her boyfriend loved what she produced. Every time she'd ask if he liked something and he'd come back with, 'No... I love it!', she would feel an amazing sense of completion and pride. Daisy loved Todd with all her heart, so any pride he felt for her left her happy and breathless. To be honest, as she plated their meals, the weenie dog could have sworn she could feel his arms around her stretched-out stomach, and smell the leathery scent he prided himself on dancing in her nostrils. Only did she realize that it wasn't a mirage when one floppy ear had a lovely, hot pant breathed over it.

"Hey, babycakes, whatcha makin'?" Nuzzling against his darling's softly furred neck, the blue and tan dingo wrapped both arms around her stomach, just beneath the end of her elongated ribcage. Pressing tight to her curved back, he felt a shiver quake her small body in his arms, making the little dachshund splash a bit of sauce onto the stove top. It sizzled for a few moments and the smoke that rose from the baking on splotch landed dangerous and rancid in their noses. Reaching up and turning on the exhaust fan, she turned in his arms and kissed him.

"Curry chickie, a new recipe I picked up." The smaller dog told him, kissing at his face before licking over his snout. "I thought you would like it, and you know how much I love chickie, so I ma--" Before she could finish her word, even, his mouth formed to hers in a passionate kiss. When Todd pulled away, his grin could give a mile a run for its money.

"Yer jus' so cute, I had to kiss ya. Oh, hey, did you hear that...?" Reaching over and turning everything off, he suddenly whisked her around their small, ground-level apartment, dancing and holding her close. "It's just the most beautiful music..." Pausing, he looked down at her with both brows furrowed, "But it stopped when you stopped talking... Must just be your voice." He chuckled, making the little Dachshund blush and giggle cutely.
Pressing her face to his broad chest, the thinner, small girl hummed for him, before telling him of her day quietly, as if she would ruin the perfection of the moment if she spoke too loud. Rubbing her back, Todd began to make them twirl around, spinning to the tempo of her voice. The pair danced and talked for a while before she asked about dinner.

"We can eat later, right now I want my babygirl." Daisy's fur heated once more as she nuzzled his chest again. And then, he sprung another surprise on her. Hefting her in his large, strong arms, Todd carted her off to their bedroom. Playfully tossing her onto the bed, he watched as her breasts jiggled beneath her pajama top. Licking his lips as he removed his tie, the pseudo-scared look on the girl's face was ruined by her happy giggling.

"Oh, my~ What are you going to do to me?" The girl asked, licking her chops as his large, muscular body was slowly bared to her. His pants were unbuttoned and dropped, and she gave an excited bay in celebration. Daisy couldn't possibly have been more ready for this than she was, and as he finally towered over her with his huge, hulking frame... She yipped stubbornly for him to answer her and get on with it.

"I'm going to love you until I'm ready to stop." Grinning from ear to ear, he leaned in and slid her sexy, silky cheetah print tank top off. Unable to restrain himself from one of his biggest fetish, Todd buried his face in her perky breasts, sighing contentedly. Nuzzling and licking at them, he rubbed his wet nose underneath each, making her croon happily for him. The more his mouth worked over her cute little chest, the more sensitive and hungry for him she became. And then those hands... Hot damn, those slightly rough hands dancing over her supple, soft globes of flesh and fur dropped her into a new level of pleasure.

Crying out as he sucked up one breast almost whole, she pushed her hips up desperately against his muscle-gut. Getting the picture, one of his large hands carefully started down her stomach and rubbed gently at the sweetly-scented, slick flesh that seemed to already be grasping for him. As that rough pad worked against the hard little ball of skin at the top of her sex, and his mouth continued to hungrily lap at her fleshy, fur-covered mounds, the poor little dog couldn't take it anymore!

Things clamping shut, she howled happily, little toes curling as her breaths pulsed with her sex. That finger continued to rub on her, leaving her gasping and twitching and needy. Finally, Todd broke away and kissed at her throat and jaw, noting her head had tipped back. Pulling apart her now-limp thighs, he happily sucked her sweet nectar from his finger.

"What would you like, now, babygirl?" Hazel eyes peeked up at brown and she whimpered a little.

"Are you hurting?" When he shook his head, Daisy's legs spread a bit more, "Are you hungry?"

"Babe, I'm starving, and on a liquid diet." With a grin that would have made the Cheshire Cat jealous, Todd began his descent towards her sweet, slick lips.

Gasping as he lightly nosed her sensitive folds, the poor weenie was reduced to a wagging puddle of moans in mere seconds. Baying softly as he started to lick before finally prying her open, she let out a loud yelp as his slightly rough tongue lapped at her wet little nub. She loved that the most, to be honest, even if that tongue also felt good lapping at her inner walls. Really getting a workout, that tongue spread love unconditionally all over her sex, even branching out to her hips and thighs.

Each time brown eyes looked up, all he could see was her nose in the air and tongue flopping out as her chest heaved. Breathy squeaks and short barks fell like even more beautiful music on his ears, and they twitched each time she grew louder in praise. Pouring all of his love into his careful motions, he happily lapped up all she had until he coughed, desperately in need of breath. Drinking the air as feverishly as he had done to her, his hot pants on her delicate lips left her even closer to the edge. By now, she was teetering on the edge, so close to giving him her second orgasm she could barely think of anything else.

It only took a few more hungry licks because her resolve was now set on completion, but when she howled and let loose a second time, when her thighs clamped around his head, he was surprised by the thin spray of her nectar splashing on his face. Happily accepting it, Todd rubbed at her thighs to relax them, carefully licking his face as clean as he could with a satisfied rumble.

A panting mass of weenie dog lay before him, gorgeous eyes closed as Daisy tried to recollect the scattered pieces of her brain. Once she'd had a few moments to come back to herself, she pulled her body upon her quaking elbows to gaze lovingly into yet another devious grin.

"Todd... What's with the face...?" When no answer came, she gave a soft bark, "Todd!"

"Dunna."

"What are you--"

"Dunna..."

"Todd, I'm serious..."

"Dunna, dunna, dunna, dunna!"

"Oomph!"

During his personal rendition of the Jaws theme, Todd had crept up her body, before kissing her exuberantly after his last 'dunna'. However, the kiss wasn't the only thing he surprised her with. Plunging his pulsing, hot, incredibly thick and long cock as deep inside as reality allowed, he caught her moan on his tongue. Slowly, he began to move inside her, carefully picking up the pace so he wouldn't hurt his precious lover.

Gradually building speed and pressure, Todd soon had Daisy pliant as putty in his hands. Moans and loud, lustful barks left her throat, while he grunted with the pleasure of uniting them as one. As the pleasure mounted, large hands slipped to her sensitive back and he held her close as he moved to sit on his knees, pumping her over himself.

With her long body shaking over him, the two were rapidly racing for their end together. She shuddered and clenched deliciously around him, while he consistently pushed on, in, out, in, out, rubbing on her all the while. Without warning, the little dachshund seized up around him and howled a loud, yet soft and loving melody for him. Even through his almost painful need to spill his hot seed inside her, the dingo pushed on through her climax. Granted, only about three thrusts after the clenching stopped, he shoved his impressive knot inside her, vacuum sealing all of his rich, potent seed inside of her.

Flopping onto his back with her on top, Todd was finally worn out, and Daisy was close to needing a nap. The couple lay together for twenty minutes before the swelling of his knot went down and he was able to slide out. Their hips were both soaked and drying in their mixed juices, but the pair didn't care. Other than him caressing her back, neither canine moved for a long time.

Until it struck Todd.

"Babygirl, how far along was dinner?" He waited several minutes before he got his only response; a soft, rather cute snore. With a smile, he leaned in and kissed her forehead. "Alright. I'll call in a pizza, then." He chuckled, shaking his head. For the moment, though, he simply wanted to bask in her beauty. Dinner could wait.