Who's Your Daddy?

I sniffed the air while my eyes were closed against the invading morning light. I wasn't sure what I was smelling. All I knew was my body ached, and my nonexistent abs cried as I turned on my back in the bed.

At that moment, two thoughts were fighting for attention in my brain.

"There's smoke, somethings burning, the apartments on fire, RUN!" The other thought was, "You did it, Ceil! The sore abs confirm it. You're the MAN! But why can't You remember it? You did do it, right? SHIT! Wait, calm down. You're naked, so oh yeah, yeah, baby, you did the nasty. Who cares if you can't remember?"

Finally, the thought of the apartment being on fire won, and I shot up in bed against the protest of my sore body, opening my eyes.

"What the..." I said in shock.

Smoke, like fluffy white clouds, collected on the ceiling. I ran out, worried about Rose. Where was she? Was it really a dream after all?

I stumbled to the living room and felt relieved but then concerned, watching Rose fan smoke from the stove and her tail cracking and flinging eggs halfway into a bowl on the counter. I was about to say something but suddenly remembered I was naked and ran back into the bedroom.

When I finally returned dressed, I opened some windows hoping the neighbors wouldn't smell the smoke and call the fire department. I had smoke detectors, but luckily, I was too lazy to replace the batteries.

"Oh, Master, your awake! To celebrate our sealing the contract last night," Rose said, blushing and looking at me from the stove, "I made you a super yummy breakfast!"

She turned to show me the pan of fried eggs she was holding, which looked a little crisp.

"Rose isn't familiar with human stoves, but I think I got the hang of it!"

I smiled back and looked over at the stove and the counters.

I almost stumbled backward from the disaster I didn't notice at first. Egg yolks were dripping from my cabinets, and the ketchup on the fridge made it look like a murder had taken place. There were pieces of bacon hanging from the ceiling and discarded fruit and vegetable innards all over the counter. Something burnt and unrecognizable sat on the floor by the stove. Food was everywhere!

"Master, do you want to sit? Rose is almost done," her cheery voice snapped me out of surveying the horror of a mess.

"Uh, Rose?"

"Yes, Master?" she replied and smiled wide. It was the first time I noticed the cute little points on her canines.

"Where'd all this food come from? I know there was none in the fridge last night," I asked, trying not to feel frustrated and point out the mess.

"I ordered it last night, Master, after you fell asleep. They delivered it first thing this morning!"

I suddenly realized how relieved I was that I didn't dream Rose up. I didn't care about the breakfast mess suddenly because there she stood, naked, under just a white frilly apron, tied in a perfect bow sitting above her bare bottom. All I cared about at that moment was bending her over the kitchen table and using that bow to hold onto as I took her from behind.

I could feel my face going red at the short fantasy and turned my head.

"Where are your clothes, Rose?"

"Oh! Rose always cooks wearing just an apron, so I don't get my skin dirty," she responded, bouncing on her tiptoes in an appealing manner.

Food, I need to focus on the food.

"This is a lot of food," I said, looking around, forcing my eyes to avoid the sides of her breasts peeking out from the apron.

"Sorry, Master, Rose was unsure of what you liked, so Rose had them deliver a bunch of things," she said and looked thoughtful, "The nice delivery man asked me what I was cooking for breakfast and gave Rose some advice. He told me men like giving women a creampie for breakfast, and he offered to give me a creampie, too! I said no, thank you, I don't like sweets from strangers."

That caught my attention, "A cre... creampie? Are you sure that's what he said?"

She nodded vigorously, and I could only conclude that Hell didn't use slang words for sex acts.

"I need to teach you to read," I sighed.

"You need a bigger refrigerator, Master. Let's go shopping! We can get a bigger fridge, a new bed, and you need a new table too! I can't fit all the dishes on your tiny table, Master," she said, frowning at my slanted kitchen table.

"Wait, new bed?"

My question made her blush, and she looked at the floor before saying in a shy tone, "You, me, we were a little rough last night, Master."

I went back into the bedroom to quickly check what she was talking about. I hadn't noticed anything wrong with it when I got up.

That was because when I woke up, I was on my usual side of the bed and failed to notice the massive valley behind me. We had split the bed frame right down the center. My headboard was covered in scratch marks, and even my nightstand was slanted from a broken leg.

I tried remembering, but I couldn't. We ended up on the bed, and I remember Rose straddling and kissing me before we stopped so I could turn the bedroom light off. Why can't I remember anything past that?

Lost in thought, I walked past her silently with my head down and out to the kitchen. I almost cried. The memory of the utmost important night of my life, losing my virginity, was missing. I should have been dancing around, shouting, and celebrating, but I couldn't. What was there to be excited about if I couldn't remember!?

I sat at the kitchen table, trying to visualize what I may have done to and with her, but I got nothing.

Rose kneeled on the floor next to me, "Master! If something is troubling you, tell Rose, please. Have I done something wrong, Master?

I shook my head and said aloud, "I can't remember anything," I said and looked at Rose, "Why I can't remember?"

"Remember what, Master? Tell rose, and I will remember for you!"

"Was I, uh, any good last night?" I asked, desperate to confirm that much, even though I had seen possible physical evidence.

Rose's cheeks turned pink, and she started drawing small circles on my thigh, "Oh, yes, Master. You were wonderful, terrific! I did not know Master could yell like that! It was enjoyable, and when you cried after the fifth time, Rose rocked you like a baby! It made Rose very happy to hold you. But, Master, can I ask you a question?"

I was embarrassed. Did she hold me? But before I could explain, Rose asked, "Why did you keep asking me who my Daddy was? Doesn't Master know I was created in Hell, so I have no Daddy? But you kept asking me, "Who's your Daddy?" should Rose have a Daddy, Master?"

Covering my mouth in panic, I stared at her for a second. I wanted to crawl under a hole and die at that moment.