Writing Prompt for 1/18/2015
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I want to start pimping my own writing, both for practice and for commissions, so I'm starting writing prompts off of simple ideas for me to work off of. This took 1 hour and is ~15000 words long, would be priced between 12-15 dollars were it a commission.

Not enough of this is based on real life. Full story below, but don't yell at me if you don't like the formatting!

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Writing Prompt: cuddle night for huge babies


4:57 clicked the clock before Joey got home from work that day. An early starter, the white dragon got home plenty before rush hour, traffic, panic, and stress started to settle in on his coworkers. He also got his choice of parking spots outside of the apartment, which mattered more to him than he would let you know. He went through the routine like clockwork: check the mail, look for bills, then cry about bills. Then check the internet for the end of the world, and repeat that step until he was late for the next thing he was supposed to do.

Tonight, it was dinner. Poking his head inside of the fridge for what they had started defrosting the night before, Joey found beef, alongside enough other saucy ingredients, veggies, and rice to make a Beef Bowl. Joey juggled a hunk of meat, three bottles of seasonings, and a bag of rice between two arms and a prehensile tail, the dragon covered the counter with cooking materials. All that was left was music while he did his chef-work. That and a poofy chef hat, which he didn’t own yet.

Somewhere between the steps of ‘Boil the broth mixture’ and ‘Add veggies’, Red slumped through the door like either the survivor or perpetrator of a zombie apocalypse. It took a full three minutes for Red to get her shoes in the right place, coat on the right hook, and a drink in the right orifice, before gurgling out a greeting to her mate. “Beeeeeeeeeff...?” She mused with lethargy, sniffing the boiling broth.

“Your favorite and least favorite: Beef and Veggies and Broth and Rice. Don’t worry, I’ll keep the veggies and rice off of you.” Joey replied, tugging her closer with his conveniently ginormous-sized tail and her conveniently tiny-sized body.

“I had enough vegetables on the other side of the phone today,” Red whined as she nuzzled her dragon affectionately. “I could use something that makes me feel like a predator, instead of an... I don’t know, person who answers phones and gets impatient with the people on the other side? Is there a word for that?” the arctic wolf asked nobody in particular, tail swishing in the relaxed atmosphere.

“Yeah, it’s whatever your job is called. Grab me a beer and two bowls?” Joey replied, giving her a hip-bump and ushering her towards being helpful. Two bowls and two more drinks were acquired, and two dinners were served up on the kitchen table. Conversation continued between slurps and mouthfuls of food and liquids.

“Did you have any grandpas today?” Red asked, twirling a piece of thin beef on her fork before imagining it was a supervisor and eating it like she had been imagining herself doing all day.

“One or five. Most people almost knew what they were trying to do for me today.” Joey replied, finding his bowl much lighter on meat and heavier on everything else, even moreso than when he plated everything. “Did you take my beef?”

“I took my beef, I was only lending it to you for moral support.” Red replied hastily, making sure that there wasn’t any left in her bowl for Joey to steal back. “I wish I had some to share, but some beef thief took it all. Those fiends.”

Joey sighed with a grin, letting his muzzle rest on top of his bottle of beer. “So, sounds like a night for Operation Couch Cuddles?” You could hear the name ring through their small apartment with significance and the high class ring of a proper noun.

Reds reply was a contented noise, somewhere between a purr and a whine. “Operation Couch Cuddles for sure. Start at 8?” She asked, sniffing at her bowl in the hopes that she missed a piece of dinner. All that was left, unfortunately, was broth and disappointment.

“8 sounds good to me, sweetie.” Joey replied, grabbing the bowl of leftover broth from under her snout and starting to clean up after dinner. Red mused around her own routine, only partially helping with dishes and then doing her own routine checking up on the internet, just to make sure that the world wasn’t ending.

A few minutes before 8, sheepish glances started to fly between the couple. 30 seconds before 8, Red found herself blushing enough to be visible, and this signaled the start of Operation Couch Cuddles. The pair ducked away into different rooms, hiding from each other until the event itself, like a wedding but for huge babies.

Red was the first to leave her respective changing room, shuffling out to the living room in an altogether too short nightie styled after Sofia the First; purple and satiny, entirely unlike the crinkly plastic padding it left exposed, decked out with teddies and blocks and a soft plastic feel that she had a bad habit of absentmindedly feeling when she thought nobody was looking. Carrying a small stuffed red panda, stuffed and picked out with love, and a bundle of blankets to hide under, the wolf flung herself bodily onto the couch, nuzzling into warmth and comfort in the pile of fuzzy and warm blankets, tail swishing contentedly.

This gave Joey a fantastic view up Reds nightie, which he would gladly poke fun at if she didn’t have claws and teeth, and he wasn’t wearing a baby blue tee shirt that barely covered his belly button, let alone his bulging polka-dotted plastic pants, stuffed to the brim with terrycloth and absorbency. Despite being nowhere near as tiny as Red was, Joey was self-conscious about just how much thicker he had to diaper himself, and just how much it made him waddle, which added to his reasons for not teasing Red about the great show he was getting.

This didn’t stop him from giving her a firm swat right on the behind as he walked, actually waddled, past. He got an angry huff and a small growl from somewhere inside of the blankets, but no real indignation was noticeable. ‘Free point’, Joey thought to himself before he busied himself with mixing a large container of hot cocoa, before splitting it into two tummy-splittingly large baby bottles for the two of them and carrying them back over to the couch.

A few minutes of trying to find Red in the blankets later, the two found themselves cuddled closely, swaddled and wrapped up in fuzzy blankets and thick duvets, each of them cradling their baby bottles like babies, not yet ready to admit how much they wanted to nurse them down. After a brief but civilized debate over what to watch, the two snuggled down in front of a cutesy animated movie. The world, its stresses, and time itself slowly slid away from the couple.

As the warm cocoa started to make the pair dozy, half-finished as it was, Red found herself nuzzling at Joey, murring softly and burying her face in his neck. Joey replied with contented noises of his own, resting his muzzle between her ears and rubbing the back of her head gently. The wolf pulled slightly away, looking blearily up at her mate, before planting a soft, long kiss on his snout.

The movie was soon forgotten as the two lovebirds found each other. A few minutes of ___ later, Red found herself on top of the pair, grinning mischievously, like a hunter stalking her prey. Her hands slid slowly up her mates shirt, giving her free reign of the bottom two-thirds of his body, before she shivered momentarily, a hot blush creeping through her red and white fur.

Joey, naturally, had seen this many times before. He expertly tugged Red closer to him while sliding a hand under her bottom, confirming a slightly damp diaper, growing wetter by the second. No words were exchanged as Red lay on her dragons chest, blushing profusely as her earlier drinks made her way into her diaper.

“Cutie.” Joey stated, getting the blush on Reds cheeks to glow hotter. He gently rubbed up and down her back, leaving the wolf laying contentedly on her mate as the movies credits started. Finding her eyes feeling more tired than she expected, she nuzzled down against Joeys chest tiredly, hoping he was getting the message. Sure enough, Joey clicked off the TV and helped Red to her feet, guiding her into the bedroom and letting her collapse onto the bed while he made sure the bottles got emptied and cleaned. A few minutes later, Joey entered the bedroom himself, slipping his shirt off and finding Red already under the covers, her nightie on the floor next to the bed.

Joey lifted up the covers and slipped in himself, suddenly clung to by Reds heat-seeking alternate ego, ‘Tired Red’. He slid his hand down her back again, giving her still well-padded rear a couple of reassuring pats while Red returned the gesture, making sure Joey was still thickly diapered too. Comfortable with each others lack of need to get up for the rest of the night, the two stayed close as they fell asleep.

Operation Cuddle Couch happens at least five nights a week.