>It's a bedtime stories episode

	“Can you tell me a story tonight Papa?” Opal wriggles down lower between you and her mother, pulling the covers all the way up to her chin so that only her head is visible. Her velvety reddish-brown ears twitch and her shining amber eyes go huge as the young canine girl does her utmost to show you how pure and innocent and deserving of her request she is. You can feel the long hairs of your daughter’s fluffy tail tickling your leg though, part of you is glad she’s too young to fully realize how often her tail betrays her. It’s just so adorable that despite her best efforts, her excitement always leaks out in some way.

	“Oh?” You take a moment to ponder but her puppy-dog eyes are slowly coaxing a smile out of you, much as you try to suppress it. “What kind of a story? You don’t want a book story like usual?” Usually when you read to Opal you call it reading, not a story.
	“No Papa, I want a you story! I want to know a story about you and Mama!” You look across to your wife, who looks just as curious and intrigued as you feel.

	“An us story… you mean like how we first got to know each other?”
	“Mmm, mmmm!” Opal nods happily and hums in agreement as you correctly guess her thoughts.
	“What do you think Pupcake, do we have time to tell her the whole thing right now?” Your knowing look immediately clues Ophelia in to your true question; whether Opal can understand your story yet or not.
	You don’t like that you’ve had to be a little guarded and evasive when your daughter has asked about your younger days in the past, but the story of how you and Ophelia first met started out when times were very different from how they are now. It’s a complicated one, with a lot of things a young Kobold with knowledge only of her current society and culture might not be able to fully grasp.

	Your Kobold wife thinks for a moment, then bares her cute, pearly white teeth in a smile.
	“I think we’ll have time! Can you promise to get up without a fuss tomorrow Puppy?” Opal’s excited tail speeds up almost immediately.
	“Yes Mama! I promise!” Ophelia gently strokes her little daughter’s forehead with her paw and looks expectantly across to you again.
	“Well then!” you pause for a moment and take a deep breath, gathering your thoughts and getting into a storytelling mindset while Opal and Ophelia excitedly cuddle closer to you on the bed.

	“Well, it all started when I was a few years older than you Opal, I was ten when I first met Mama. Summer had just started, and since Granny and Grandpa were planning to move away from the house we had lived in since I was born, they thought it would be a good idea to get me a friend to move with. See, I was already concerned about having to go to a new house and have a new school and make new friends, so having a friend I could take with me would make things easier for me. Moving away is tough, so that’s the start of how I met Mama.” Despite the look of rapt, undivided attention on Opal’s face, you can tell that questions have already started forming in her young mind. You press on, hopeful to answer them before they distract her too much.

	“Just so you know, Granny and Grandpa didn’t tell me any of their plans to help me feel better with moving, so I had no idea what was in store for me the day summer break started. So I wake up, and I go downstairs for breakfast thinking it’s going to be just like any other weekend. It hadn’t really hit me that summer break had started yet because I was just at school the day before! I go downstairs, and there she is. A tiny little puppy dog, standing on my place at the table and yapping hello at me! It was Mama.”
	“But Mama already is a dog!” Opal interrupts, looking thoroughly perplexed at your choice of words. Ophelia snorts as she tries to stifle a laugh at her daughter’s innocence, leaving Opal even more in the dark.

	You smile warmly down at the confused little Kobold in between you and your wife, and gently stroke her cheek with the side of your index finger.
	“You see Opal, back then Mama was an animal dog, like the ones you sometimes get to play with at the park. Mama monsterized after I left college and moved here to MGC.” Understanding dawns on your daughter as things start to fit into place a little better in her mind. You know she’s only had a rudimentary education on monsterization at school, but it should be enough for her to understand enough about your story for now.

	“Do you remember meeting Papa?” Opal seems a little concerned now as she looks up at her mother.
	“I remember bits and pieces.” Ophelia’s gaze is distant now; she starts stroking Opal’s forehead with her round, fluffy paw-thumb again. “…I remember his eyes. They were so shiny and happy! I remember him hugging me, he was warm and gentle and… almost as excited as I was.” You grin as you remember barely even being able to hold puppy Ophelia because she was so wiggly and happy. “I remember his smell…” Your wife instinctively takes a deep breath, but it seems she is still unable to describe your smell past ‘you’. Opal seems to fully understand what her mother means by your smell though, much to your relief.

	“So Mama and I had that whole long summer to play with each other.” You continue, “We went to the park and played fetch, she always ran next to me when I rode my bike, and we never left each other alone for more than a few minutes. I remember she used to sit by my chair at dinner or lunch because she knew I’d give her little bits of whatever I was eating. Granny got so mad at me for that!”
	 Here, you try to imitate your mother’s voice, “’Don’t feed that food to the dog sonny! She’ll get fat!’” Opal laughs merrily at your imitation of her grandmother, but Ophelia’s ears flatten and she blushes a little. Even as a Kobold, your wife feels a little chubby sometimes. You know it’s mostly just her own perception though, she’s perfectly healthy and fit despite the wonderfully squishy bits of extra pooch in her belly, butt and thighs.
	“Mama never got fat though, even though I still kept feeding her. I guess her and I were too active for that to happen.” Your wife’s face returns to normal as you subtly reassure her.

	For the past several minutes now, Opal has been steadily lowering her covers and pulling her white cotton nightgown up higher and higher over her stomach. You know exactly what she wants, but her insistence on doing her best not to disturb you telling the story is too adorable to interrupt. The black latex bra and panties she picked out to sleep in tonight are too distracting now too. Her skintight brief-cut latex panties are tightly hugging her puffy pussy and giving her a perfect little cameltoe, and although her ‘bra’ is more of a latex band connected seamlessly to shoulder straps since Opal is so flat, it perfectly outlines the round little bumps that are her nipples and areolae.

	By now, she has her nightgown all the way up to her chin. Her fluffy brown paws rest on her tummy; she rubs them up and down expectantly, her pleading eyes and barely quivering lower lip are too hard to let go unnoticed anymore.
	“You want your belly rub, Pupmuffin?” You act as if you haven’t noticed what she’s been doing for the past moments. Opal’s face immediately brightens and her tail thumps quickly against your leg as you finally acknowledge her woeful predicament.
	“Mmm, mmmm! Yes Papa!” With a wordless smile, you place your right hand on your daughter’s perfectly soft and squishy belly. She breathes out deeply and immediately relaxes as you start to caress her bare paleness with the tips of your fingers.
	Opal is lucky that her tummy feels so heavenly when you stroke it like this.

	As your gently trace circles and figure eights on Opal’s stomach between her latex bra and panties, you continue with your story.
	“At first, Granny and Grandpa made me keep Mama in her cage when we went to sleep so she wouldn’t make a mess of the house. Mama and I didn’t really like this, but we had to do what we were supposed to. We really couldn’t stand it though, the way she’d get all sad and lonely away in her cage where she couldn’t see me hurt too much. She’d whine and cry for so long that I’d have to let her out so she could come sleep under my arm even though Granny and Grandpa said I was supposed to leave her in her cage all night.” Opal looks genuinely upset at this, so you quickly tell the rest, “I made myself get up earlier than Granny and Grandpa for weeks to make sure they wouldn’t notice. When they finally found out, we’d been doing it so long that they realized it was just fine to let her be free at night!” To your relief, Opal is smiling and relaxing with her belly rub again.

	You take a moment to stroke her with your whole palm for a bit to give your fingers a rest. Your daughter’s face is a tiny bit flushed now that you’re being more intimate with your rubbing, but she isn’t showing any other signs of arousal. Her breathing is calm, her stomach slowly rises and falls in under your large hand and the warm, pleasant beating of her little heart is quite even. She seems so happy and peaceful and serene lying in the valley created between you and Ophelia; the way she’s fully surrendered herself to your loving ministrations so easily while still remaining attentive to your story gets you right at home in your soft spot.

	“Now, once we finally moved, Mama and I got even closer. School wasn’t great in the new city and Granny and Grandpa were busy with working a lot of the time, but Mama was always there waiting for me eagerly when I got home.” You and Ophelia share a wistful smile. “Really Opal, until you came Mama and I mostly just had each other.”
	“You didn’t have any friends, Papa?” Your daughter’s innocent bluntness stings a little, but if you had to go back to that time you don’t think you’d change a single thing knowing what you know now.
	“Not really, Pupmuffin. But that was fine. It hurt sometimes and the reason I came to MGC in the first place was to get away from all that, but as long as Mama was with me we were always going to be okay.”

	“Did you have any animal dog friends Mama?” Opal turns to Ophelia now eager to hear her experiences too.
	“I did, but none of them were nearly as good friends as Papa.” She smiles warmly down at her daughter and strokes her forehead once more as you continue to gently grope and massage her tummy. “Papa used to take me to the park on our walks all the time and he’d let me play with the other animal dogs there, but I can barely remember them.”
	“That’s sad, Mama!” Opal is starting to look upset again. She frowns and pouts, and her metronome-like tail slows down and becomes erratic.
	“I know, baby. It is a little sad, but that’s just how things are. My animal dog memory wasn’t as good as my memory now.” Although Opal still looks a little put-out, your Kobold wife’s explanation seems to have made your concerned daughter feel a little better.

	“Can you tell about how Mama stopped being an animal dog now?” Opal pouts. You don’t mind skipping ahead as you are quite aware of your daughter’s shorter-than-average attention span. There’s no denying that the time before Ophelia became a Kobold was quite a heavy one for you and for her by extension, and there’s no way your daughter hadn’t picked up on that already. It might be best to not stress her out with that part anymore and besides, this sort of storytelling has gone on longer than you expected it to.

	“Of course. It happened a little less a year after I moved here to MGC, when I was 23. It was Christmas evening, and a Lilim had decided to come through the portal downtown to see what Christmas was like over on this side.”
	“A real Lilim, Papa? Did you get to see her? Was she cool?” Opal’s excitement immediately skyrockets. Her tail thumps between your and Ophelia’s legs so much that her whole body wiggles a little.
	“No, unfortunately we never got to see her. I know you’re excited Pupmuffin, but the story will explain it.”

	Opal has an extreme fascination with Lilims thanks to her favorite TV show, ‘The Magical Adventures of Princess Puppy’, where a Lilim plays the hardened veteran teacher to the protagonist. “…So, the Lilim was only here for a few hours actually, barely even half a day. What we found out later was, she had found a husband here almost immediately, and after taking him to her apartment they had so much sex that a giant purple Mana bomb formed over the city.” Opal’s tail has picked up even more speed making it quite impossible to continue comfortably rubbing her belly, and Ophelia can’t contain her smile as she is reminded of one of the two days tied for the happiest of her life.

	Both Kobolds stare at you in rapt attention as you keep going.
	“The Mana bomb dropped as soon as they finished, and all of that energy was released throughout the whole city. That was how the Purple Christmas first happened.” Opal has heard about the Purple Christmas in passing between you and her mother and maybe from a few other people before, but by her reaction she had no idea what it actually was until now.

	“Anyway, there was a lot of chaos in the fallout of the Purple Christmas; the dead walked again, new power levels were achieved overnight, and all of the household pets in the city got monsterized, among other things.”
	“Wow…” Opal breathes out in awe of the raw power of Lilims, she is laying almost perfectly still now.
	“I know. It’s pretty amazing when your think about it, huh? We never got to see her though, because she took her husband back home in the middle of the night as soon as she realized what had happened. Nobody knows if she’s ever been back since either.”
	“Did that make Mama into Mama?”
	“Yes puppy, that’s how I got my ability to give back all the love Papa had given me up until then. It let us share our love for real from then on.” Ophelia answers with shining eyes and a trembling smile. You continue from there since your Kobold wife seems too consumed with emotion to do so herself.

	“So, You can imagine my surprise when purple smoke started to come in through the closed window, through the closed door, and even through the walls after the bomb dropped. Then, when Mama started to wiggle around and get bigger and grow her human parts, I was well and truly scared.”
	“Why were you scared Papa?”
	“Well Pupmuffin, I was only scared because I had no idea what was happening. I’m sure Mama was much more scared than I was too, we just woke up with Mana in our room so thick we could barely see, and Mama was transforming so quickly. We were both very, very startled.” Your daughter nods hesitantly, but you sense she understands.

	“I had heard a little about the rare, incidental monsterizations in the city, but we hadn’t actually seen any and there definitely hadn’t been anything of this scale on our side of the portal, ever. Before we knew it, Mama had transformed into a beautiful doggy woman before my very eyes, and I was convinced I was dreaming. Mama still looked as scared as I felt, and the purple clouds were making it hard for both of us to breathe.” You’re doing your best to gloss over the multitude of high intensity emotions that the two of you had experienced on that night were far scarier than Opal is ready for.

	“All we could do for then was hug. Neither of us had any idea what was happening or what was going on, all we knew was that we were both still here for each other, and that hugging made us feel much safer. Mama was still my dog you know, and I was still her human.”
	Ophelia is doing her best to conceal the fat tears rolling down her cheeks with her large fluffy paws, but Opal is far too enraptured by your story to notice.

	You interlace your legs with your wife’s and squeeze them tightly to comfort her without revealing her distress; her velvety brown fur envelops your lower legs as you pull yourselves closer together around your little daughter.
	“Once the sun came up, the Mana bomb had mostly dispersed, but it’s effects were far from gone. That morning was the first time Mama and I ever had sex. We were so tired after staying up and hugging all night that it didn’t last more than a few minutes, but those few minutes felt like an eternity.” Ophelia is unable to stifle her little, emotional giggle now as the story finally climaxes.

	“After that, we both knew that after that we had to get married. We had been best friends for so many years after all! Nothing else would have felt right. I did have teach Mama how to talk and how to use her new body first though, even though she was a Kobold now she didn’t know anything except being an animal dog.” Opal nods, and you can tell she understands. You’re quite thankful for that, you have never been fantastic with speaking. The unspoken emotions of you and Ophelia’s story are more than enough for your daughter to understand though. The way your Kobolds just automatically seem to know your thoughts and emotions makes you happier than you could ever express.
	“We didn’t know anybody to help teach her for awhile either, when things finally got to where I had done all I could, we had to get more help. That’s how we met Miss Lich.”

	By now, Opal’s eyes are slowly getting droopy, and a quick look at the clock on the nightstand over your wife’s shoulder shows it’s a lot later than you thought it was.
	“How about we save the rest of the story for another time Pupmuffin? It’s pretty late.” Your little Kobold daughter nods and yawns a big, adorable puppy yawn. As she sluggishly wriggles around to lower her nightgown and conceal her latex bra and panties for the night, you reach across to Ophelia. Your hand gently caresses the back of her head and brushes against the thick leather collar buckled snugly around her neck, and you gently press your forehead against hers. The way her beautiful dark yellow eyes never stray from yours is inexplicably calming, all of the emotions of your story this night seem to dissolve around you, leaving only happiness.
	“I love you to the stars, Ophelia.” Your Kobold wife wipes away a last, single tear and replies.
	“I love you all the way back, dear.” Then you kiss. A long, meaningful, beautiful kiss that conveys much more than words ever could.

	Once you finally break the kiss, you relax the arm you’ve been propping yourself up with this whole time and move to turn off the light.
	“Papa, Papa! Love me to the stars too!” Opal begs.
	Smiling wordlessly, you wrap your hand around the back of your daughter’s head just as you had done with Ophelia, stare deeply into her excited eyes, and repeat.
	“I love you to the stars, Opal.”
	“And I love you all the way back Papa!”

	Opal surprises you by jumping forward and licking you happily on the nose before immediately burrowing back down under the covers and wriggling into her mother’s warm, comfortable embrace so they can love each other to the stars too. Ophelia falls prey to her daughter’s surprise nose-lick too, but your wife’s reflexes are far better than yours. She claps Opal’s cheeks between her paws before she can wriggle away. Her grip is strong, but soft and incredibly gentle; she gives her puppy a nice long lick on the forehead to get even.
	The two of them collapse in each other’s arms, consumed by fits of gleeful giggling.
	You smile.
	Your daughter’s is so much like her mother, yet also so different. You can see hints of yourself in her, plus something else that is just pure Opal.
	What a beautiful family you have.

	The three of you finally settle in with each other to sleep; cuddling as close as you can, squeezing each other tightly and feeling the wonderful, mutual warmth and love you all share permeate your entire beings.
	“Goodnight Ophelia.”
	“Goodnight dear. Goodnight Opal.”
	“Goodnight Mama! Goodnight Papa!”
	“Goodnight Opal.”

	What a beautiful family you have indeed.