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She was nearly raped and had witnessed another dog’s death in-person, after all – such a grim event would surely traumatize any dog, [i]especially[/i] one at her young age. \n The day after the incident, Chilli and Bandit had scheduled an appointment to see a family therapist to try and alleviate some of the deep mental and emotional trauma they had all been put through together. While some progress had been made, the therapist’s most crucial advice to them was this: the best way for them to begin to heal was to take a break to meditate, practice self-care, and focus on what was important to them, then return to their usual routine to regain a sense of normalcy and control over their own lives. 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Over the recent weeks, Chilli found herself becoming slowly addicted to her new fetish of sharing her husband; day by day, it was consuming her mind like a rash that just wouldn’t go away. She didn’t [i]want [/i]to feel this way, but nothing she did and no one she hooked Bandit up with would ever seem to satisfy it. She needed more. [i]It[/i] needed more. She did well to hide this thought plaguing her mind from everyone, even Bandit, but on the inside she was gradually slipping into nothing less than a kink-induced madness. \n\n As the evening turned into night, the family spent the hours playing all kinds of games together, just as they had always done. Though Bingo was the one to initiate most of the fun activities early-on, Bandit and Chilli both saw Bluey’s smile begin to appear on her face more and more as the night went on as they played together, just like they used to. By the end of the evening, the little blue heeler seemed back to her usual happy self. Bandit’s heart felt warmer than it had in weeks at the sound of his daughter’s laughter as it drowned out the memories of Halloween into what felt like a distant memory. Nothing but a bad dream. \n Once the Heelers eventually tired themselves out from their typical physically-demanding games, they spent the remainder of the evening playing a board game and then relaxing on the couch together to watch a feel-good family movie. Afterwards, as each of them began to yawn one by one, Chilli and Bandit put the girls to bed with a goodnight hug and a kiss for each before they went to their own bedroom and got into bed with smiles of content on their faces, ready for more weekend tomorrow as Bandit took one of his last remaining pills of prescription heart medication from the bottle. As things had been going, he was confident that he would no longer need them once the bottle ran out.\n As Bandit turned to his wife and gave her a kiss goodnight in bed, it quickly turned into something more as Chilli began to moan into it and rolled her body on top of her husband, pinning his wrists firmly to the bed as the kiss intensified. Bandit had noticed she’d been more insatiable than usual lately, and they’d been getting frisky to some degree nearly every other night, when they got the chance. Not that he was complaining, he without a doubt loved this side of her. \n Before long, Bandit found himself stiff as a board and sliding his cock in its entirety into Chilli’s absolutely-drenched cunt as she lay on top of him, kissing each other deeply all the while. Normally, Chilli would have preferred some sensual foreplay while Bandit was usually the one to want to speed things along, but lately it had been quite the opposite. Bandit had no objections though, eagerly leaning into the kiss as they continued their spontaneous lovemaking session. As she felt her husband’s cock thrusting in and out of her, her mind raced with other dogs of all kinds in her position. This time, she thought of some of the parents of Bluey’s classmates that she knew of as well as their neighbors, Pat and his wife Janelle. As Chilli’s riding pace suddenly got quicker and quicker, the blue heeler was taken by surprise as his wife let out a soft whimper and her body shuddered, feeling her muscles tighten around his member as she already reached her orgasm after a mere three minutes. \n [i]‘Wow, that must be some kind of [b]record[/b] for her.’[/i] Bandit thought to himself as Chilli slumped on top of him, finally breaking the passionate kiss as she took a few deep and exhausted breaths before rolling back over on her side of the bed. \n “I love you, Bandit… good night…” Chilli mumbled tiredly as she quickly drifted off to sleep with some temporary relief. \n “I love you too.” Bandit whispered with a smile as he rubbed the fur on her back slowly, knowing it helped her fall asleep even more comfortably. Part of him was relieved that her libido was so high lately after so many years of marriage, but another part of him felt a nagging concern in the back of his mind. Where did this sudden change of hers come from? Why was she acting this way lately? Just how horny was she [i]getting[/i], exactly? Regardless, Bandit was still grateful that Chilli was open and accepting of what their sexual lives had become in recent months. She easily could have – and arguably [i]should[/i] have – left him when she found out about him and Bluey, but she didn’t, and Bandit was still grateful for that every day. \n Although Bandit didn’t get time to finish with Chilli, he was okay with that; it still felt good to be intimate with her regardless of how long. He held her already-sleeping body in his arms with a smile as he closed his eyes and began to drift off to sleep, eager to spend some more quality alone-time with his special little girl. \n\n As the boundary between the waking world and the world in his dreams became blurred, Bandit found himself back at home in his normal bed. However, as he sat up and turned to place his feet on the floor of his bedroom, he was startled to feel the vivid but painless sensation of something ominously crunch under his feet. He slowly looked down, his stomach churning as he saw shards of fiberglass on the floor that quickly turned into pavement. The bed he was leaning on suddenly disappeared under him, dropping him onto his rear onto the bits of sharp debris scattered around the dimly-lit intersection from his memories. The blue heeler quickly stood in a panic, turning around to be greeted with the orange blaze of his old car several meters away from him. Just then, a familiar dark figure appeared as if out of nowhere.\n It was the Rottweiler.\n Before Bandit could even react, Chop charged at him with his fangs bared. The blue heeler tried to run, but his feet seemed glued to the glass-covered pavement as he felt his heart-rate getting faster. In the distance, he could see the Doberman dragging Bluey away kicking and crying out to Bandit for help into the black abyss of night. Bandit let out a plea for mercy as he felt his attacker’s teeth clamp down on his throat for a split-second before everything went completely dark. \n\n When Bandit’s vision returned, he was greeted with an intensely-overwhelming sense of dread as he looked upon an otherworldly being he couldn’t comprehend, it’s pitch-black shape amidst a blinding white void physically-undefinable as it shifted and swirled with distortions that blurred his sight. Yet somehow, it looked vaguely… familiar. What appeared to be a glowing blood-red eye stared back at him, soon followed by hundreds if not thousands of smaller eyes opening around it. As Bandit saw its circular mouth full of rows of sharp and jagged teeth like that of a lamprey finally become discernable, he realized the large red eye in the center actually wasn’t an eye at all – it was more like a core of some kind. Or maybe it was a portal to Hell, deep within the being’s maw. Or perhaps, it was its heart. \n The being finally spoke with its mouth unmoving, its guttural and distorted omnipresent voice making Bandit’s eardrums ring, his body tremble, and his blood run ice-cold with terror of an almost-certain death. Not just for himself, but for everyone, everywhere. It spoke extremely slowly, as if time itself were slowed down to a near-standstill.\n\n [b] “AAAAAAAALLLLLLLLL….. WWWIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLL….. EEEEEENNNNNNDDD…..”[/b]\n\n [i]“NO!”[/i]\n Bandit shot upwards in his bed once again with a startled yelp and his hand clutching his chest, looking around to find everything back to normal and in their proper place, just as they should be. Well, almost everything – the room felt extremely cold, the walls and ceiling coated in a thick layer of frost. The blue heeler took a moment to breathe, his head in his hands as he tried to shake the fear off of him and calm his pounding heart. \n‘It was only a nightmare. Just… just a nightmare.’ Bandit thought as he cautiously stood from his bed, slowly walking to his bedroom door and nervously opening it to find the rest of the house looking perfectly normal. As he reached the end of the hall, he heard the sounds of Bluey’s footsteps as she ran up the stairs and leapt into his arms with a warming hug around his wide waist. \n\t“Dad!” She cheerfully shouted as she nuzzled her face against his stomach, taking in his scent. Bandit picked her up in his arms with a smile of relief that the nightmare was over, placing an affectionate kiss on her lips that she leaned into before resting her hands on the sides of his large muzzle. \n\t“So where do you want to ‘play’ this time, kiddo?” Bandit asked as he lifted his daughter up over his head, placing her on his upper back to give her a piggyback-ride. As Bluey held onto the malleable skin on his scruff, she thought for a moment. \n\t“Let’s go to the play-room!” She decided excitedly, gently kicking her ankle into her dad’s side out of habit as if they were already playing ‘Horsey-Ride’. \n“Alright, to the play-room!” Bandit ran down the stairs with a smile as this moment felt more like old times, before their relationship became what it was. As much as he truly loved Bluey, there was still a part of him that missed those much simpler times with his daughter without the thoughts of their incestuous love always lingering in the back of his mind. But it was probably far too late for them to go back to those days now after all they’d done together. \n\n Once they reached the play-room, Bandit set Bluey down on the kiwi rug and she rolled onto her back with a sultry smirk that let him know exactly what she wanted. He laid down just above her, resuming their kiss from upstairs and Bandit didn’t hesitate to slide his tongue in and taste the inside of her delicious wet mouth. His hand slowly stroked her pastel-blue fur down her side from her shoulder to her thigh, the sweet sound of her little moans into the deep kiss making him finally put the nightmare out of his mind completely. \nBandit felt himself start to become stiff as he tasted his daughter’s warm breath filling his lungs, his tongue licking inside her more intensely as his cock sprung to life. However, just as he was about to lean up to take things further, he was startled by the sensation of something small and wet sliding up his taint. \n “What the-!” He flipped over in surprise and looked down at the source of the sensation, completely caught off-guard by what he saw.\n It was another Bluey.\n Only this Bluey was a shade of deep purple instead his daughter’s normal blue, and she was glaring daggers into his eyes with a strange look of resentment as she squinted at him. \n “Uh, Bluey? What’s up with… this?” Bandit turned to his blue-colored child with a look of confusion as he gestured to the purple clone of her.\n “I… I dunno.” Bluey seemed just as confused, though the subtle tone in her voice gave Bandit the impression that there was something she was keeping from him. He had gotten good at picking that up as a parent. Making both of their hearts skip a beat, the purple Bluey spoke. \n “[i]Fuck[/i] you Dad, I [i]hate[/i] you!” She growled through her teeth before bringing her head back down to continue fervently licking and biting on his musky crotch, still giving him a hateful glare for some reason. Of course, the biting didn’t hurt, but it still Bandit and slight discomfort.\n “[i]BLUEY![/i] Uh, wait… Purple-y? Language! Don’t [i]ever[/i] t-talk to your dad that way!” Bandit wasn’t sure whether he should even acknowledge her or not; she clearly wasn’t Bluey, but if Bluey didn’t create her, then what was she? Either way, he couldn’t deny that what she was doing felt really good on his privates, even if she was acting like an irrational angsty teenager while she was servicing him. \n “Well, if she’s in on our fun, then she’s alright with me~” Bluey got on top of her dad as he laid on his back on the rug, taking a seat on his mouth and resting her hands on his chest as she faced away from him. Although Bandit instinctively lapped at his little girl’s sweet juicy cookie, something about this wasn’t sitting right with him. Why were there two Blueys? Why could she talk? And why was she so angry? The last time they willingly created other dogs in their dream, they didn’t talk or have any emotions whatsoever. Was this purple Bluey different somehow?\n It was only a few minutes of Bandit reveling in the taste of Bluey’s pussy and the purple Bluey aggressively sucking and licking on his nether region before he suddenly felt another little hand tap at his arm. \n “Um, Dad…” A timid voice quietly muttered as the hand tugged gently on his wrist. Bandit’s eyes glanced in the direction of the voice, becoming more concerned at what he saw. \n A third Bluey stood at his left side, this one a light turquoise color and with her ‘Please face’ in full-force.\n“C-could you… finger me, please? I promise I’ll never ask for anything ever again, Daddy…” She whimpered as she subtly guided Bandit’s fingers between her legs, tears of pleasure welling in her eyes as his finger slipped into her dripping slit. \n Mere moments after that, Bandit suddenly heard someone softly crying at his right side. His eyes darted to the source to find a version Bluey with fur as white as snow, wiping tears from her eyes as she knelt on the rug beside him.\n “Wh-why don’t you love me, Dad?” She sobbed, the realistically-accurate sound of the copy’s crying breaking his heart. \n ‘What is she talking about?’ Bandit thought to himself, becoming more confused as the crying white Bluey brought herself to his right hand and began slowly riding it, tears running down her face all the while. \nIn any other instance, Bandit normally would have loved this kind of sexual scenario; four girls all at once? And all of them being Bluey? But under these circumstances with their mysterious unexplainable appearance and their high intensity of emotions, something was clearly wrong. As he thought back on any possible explanation for this odd situation, he suddenly remembered something from back during the family therapy session. The psychiatrist had discussed with them the stages of processing trauma, which were nearly-identical to the well-known stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and finally… acceptance. \n The blue heeler pulled his hands away from the turquoise and white Bluey, lifting the original blue Bluey off of him and placing her down in front of him as he sat up, taking away the purple Bluey’s access to his groin.\n “Hey!” The Blueys all objected; the white Bluey’s lower lip trembled as she sulked while curling into a ball on the floor, the turquoise Bluey’s pupils were massive as she gave him the biggest ‘Please face’ Bandit had ever seen while trying to grab onto his arm again, the purple Bluey was fuming in a deep scowl as her fists were clenched, and the blue Bluey was strangely… indifferent. \n “Dad, what’s wrong?” She asked, her tail drooping slightly behind her.\n “Bluey, I… I think I know what’s going on.” Bandit opened his arms wide, giving each of the Blueys a smile to give him a hug. “You’ve been through a lot, far more than anyone should ever have to be.” His blue Bluey embraced him first, followed immediately by the turquoise Bluey. After wiping her teary eyes again, the white Bluey finally joined in. However, the purple Bluey simply stood there, crossing her arms and looking away from the rest of them with a bitter look on her face. \n The longer she stood there silently, the more Bandit realized he probably wouldn’t be able to reach out to her with affection alone. It might be a little risky, but he thought of a way he might be able to help her. \n “Don’t look at this, Blueys.” He told the multiple Blueys in his arms as he focused on a spot in front of the purple Bluey that represented her anger. In the place where he concentrated, a familiar figure appeared.\n It was a lifelike dog that resembled the Rottweiler known as Chop, standing completely still and unfeeling - just as the fake Fido and Judo did in their dream before. The hair on the back of the purple Bluey’s neck immediately raised, her body visibly trembling with intense anger at the mere sight of him.\n “Get ‘im, Bluey.” Bandit told her encouragingly, and she immediately started snarling and repeatedly punching the lifeless dummy as hard as she could in the lower gut. Bandit subliminally made the fake Chop fall limp to the ground in defeat, but the purple Bluey got on top of him and began punching and scratching the puppet in the face as tears of pure hatred poured from her eyes. Her growls and snarls as she attacked her abductor reminded Bandit much of himself that night. The little blue heeler bent down, biting Chop’s neck just as Bandit had done.\nThe Blueys broke the hug with Bandit, not looking at the scene behind them just as Bandit had told them to; Bandit cautiously approached the purple Bluey as she was chewing and gnawing on the realistic Chop doll’s neck, placing a hand on her back.\n “He can’t hurt you anymore, Bluey. He’ll never hurt you again.” As he gently spoke to her, the purple Bluey eventually removed her jaws from their grip on the Rottweiler before jumping off and finally leaping into Bandit’s arms in a surprisingly-strong hug. “You are so brave, Bluey. You’re way braver than me. It’s a good thing you’re tough. The toughest dog I know.”\n Hearing these words, the purple Bluey finally smiled peacefully with tears in her eyes as she looked up at her father before she disappeared in his arms into a mist of purple ashes. Next, the turquoise Bluey approached him, her ‘Please face’ seemingly permanently stuck on her as she looked up at him with her large pleading eyes before giving him an embrace. \n “You don’t have to do anything to earn my love, all you have to do is be my daughter. No matter what, I’d do anything for you.”\n At this, the turquoise Bluey smiled as she faded into a similar cloud of turquoise-colored smoke. Finally, the white Bluey that represented her despair approached Bandit, and he pulled her into a tight hug that she returned with a soft cry into his chest. \n “I promise I’ll always love you.”\n The white Bluey smiled slightly as she dissolved into a puff of white powder, leaving only the blue Bluey left. Although she appeared no different than the Bluey he knew, he had a feeling that she actually represented her denial. Bandit pulled his daughter into a hug, holding her close.\n “I know I can’t just fix everything with a few nice words, but… we’ll get through this together, and I promise I’ll do whatever I can to help you. I love you, Bluey.” He gave her a kiss on her forehead as he rubbed her back.\n “I love you too, Dad. Thank you.” \n With that, the purple, turquoise, and white fragments of her psyche swirled around her and she dissolved into a burst of blue dust for a split-second before reforming again. This time, she was back to her truest self as she had finally reached acceptance, and the father and daughter hugged each other tightly once again for what felt like ages, their tails wagging back and forth the whole time. \n “Whaddya say we just play some more actual games tonight? No ‘Squish-Squash’. Is that okay?” Bandit asked as he eventually pulled back from the embrace, looking down at her in the eyes.\n “Yeah… yeah, I’d like that.” Bluey smiled back at him, and so for the rest of their dream they spent their time together playing games just like a normal father and daughter should. There would still be a long road ahead to a full recovery, but they would always be together for every step of the way. \n\n The next morning, Chilli awoke early with the same aching sensation from deep within her sensitive womanhood yet again. She could hardly stand it anymore. Why was it doing this to her? She remembered her intrusive fantasies last night while she had sex with her husband, and her most degenerate idea yet came to fruition. As she picked up her phone sitting on the bedside table and turned it back on, she opened the Facelook app and began to scroll through her Friends list. \n She had some arrangements to make. \n",
"writing_bbcode_parsed": " The well-kept living room of the Heeler holiday house was especially warm and welcoming as Chilli, Bandit, Bluey, and Bingo walked through the front door after the long drive there. As Chilli took a moment for a deep and relaxing breath in while the sun slowly set behind her, she thought about how it felt like it had been forever since the Heelers had spent a weekend at the extended Heeler family’s vacation home; and at a time like this, they clearly needed a vacation now more than ever.
It had been two weeks since Bluey was almost abducted by kidnappers on Halloween night, and although she was seemingly doing fine, she was noticeably much quieter than her usual energetic and mischievous self. She was nearly raped and had witnessed another dog’s death in-person, after all – such a grim event would surely traumatize any dog, especially one at her young age.
The day after the incident, Chilli and Bandit had scheduled an appointment to see a family therapist to try and alleviate some of the deep mental and emotional trauma they had all been put through together. While some progress had been made, the therapist’s most crucial advice to them was this: the best way for them to begin to heal was to take a break to meditate, practice self-care, and focus on what was important to them, then return to their usual routine to regain a sense of normalcy and control over their own lives. For the Heelers, there were few better places to just get away from it all and relax than the holiday house.
“Well, here we are.” Chilli sighed in relief as she closed the front door behind them, more than ready to put the past behind her. “Let’s all just spend this weekend relaxing and having fun, alright everyone?” She patted her daughters’ backs gently before taking out her phone and turning it off completely – no annoyingly-needy text messages or calls from a certain useless coworker, not this weekend.
Regardless, it was becoming more and more impossible for the red heeler to relax; no longer because of the recent event involving her daughter’s almost-kidnapping, but because for some reason, her womanhood was driving her absolutely crazy almost nonstop with a constant aching and burning feeling. This burn wasn’t one of some kind of viral transmission, it was more of an emotional burn. Over the recent weeks, Chilli found herself becoming slowly addicted to her new fetish of sharing her husband; day by day, it was consuming her mind like a rash that just wouldn’t go away. She didn’t want to feel this way, but nothing she did and no one she hooked Bandit up with would ever seem to satisfy it. She needed more. It needed more. She did well to hide this thought plaguing her mind from everyone, even Bandit, but on the inside she was gradually slipping into nothing less than a kink-induced madness.
As the evening turned into night, the family spent the hours playing all kinds of games together, just as they had always done. Though Bingo was the one to initiate most of the fun activities early-on, Bandit and Chilli both saw Bluey’s smile begin to appear on her face more and more as the night went on as they played together, just like they used to. By the end of the evening, the little blue heeler seemed back to her usual happy self. Bandit’s heart felt warmer than it had in weeks at the sound of his daughter’s laughter as it drowned out the memories of Halloween into what felt like a distant memory. Nothing but a bad dream.
Once the Heelers eventually tired themselves out from their typical physically-demanding games, they spent the remainder of the evening playing a board game and then relaxing on the couch together to watch a feel-good family movie. Afterwards, as each of them began to yawn one by one, Chilli and Bandit put the girls to bed with a goodnight hug and a kiss for each before they went to their own bedroom and got into bed with smiles of content on their faces, ready for more weekend tomorrow as Bandit took one of his last remaining pills of prescription heart medication from the bottle. As things had been going, he was confident that he would no longer need them once the bottle ran out.
As Bandit turned to his wife and gave her a kiss goodnight in bed, it quickly turned into something more as Chilli began to moan into it and rolled her body on top of her husband, pinning his wrists firmly to the bed as the kiss intensified. Bandit had noticed she’d been more insatiable than usual lately, and they’d been getting frisky to some degree nearly every other night, when they got the chance. Not that he was complaining, he without a doubt loved this side of her.
Before long, Bandit found himself stiff as a board and sliding his cock in its entirety into Chilli’s absolutely-drenched cunt as she lay on top of him, kissing each other deeply all the while. Normally, Chilli would have preferred some sensual foreplay while Bandit was usually the one to want to speed things along, but lately it had been quite the opposite. Bandit had no objections though, eagerly leaning into the kiss as they continued their spontaneous lovemaking session. As she felt her husband’s cock thrusting in and out of her, her mind raced with other dogs of all kinds in her position. This time, she thought of some of the parents of Bluey’s classmates that she knew of as well as their neighbors, Pat and his wife Janelle. As Chilli’s riding pace suddenly got quicker and quicker, the blue heeler was taken by surprise as his wife let out a soft whimper and her body shuddered, feeling her muscles tighten around his member as she already reached her orgasm after a mere three minutes.
‘Wow, that must be some kind of record for her.’ Bandit thought to himself as Chilli slumped on top of him, finally breaking the passionate kiss as she took a few deep and exhausted breaths before rolling back over on her side of the bed.
“I love you, Bandit… good night…” Chilli mumbled tiredly as she quickly drifted off to sleep with some temporary relief.
“I love you too.” Bandit whispered with a smile as he rubbed the fur on her back slowly, knowing it helped her fall asleep even more comfortably. Part of him was relieved that her libido was so high lately after so many years of marriage, but another part of him felt a nagging concern in the back of his mind. Where did this sudden change of hers come from? Why was she acting this way lately? Just how horny was she getting, exactly? Regardless, Bandit was still grateful that Chilli was open and accepting of what their sexual lives had become in recent months. She easily could have – and arguably should have – left him when she found out about him and Bluey, but she didn’t, and Bandit was still grateful for that every day.
Although Bandit didn’t get time to finish with Chilli, he was okay with that; it still felt good to be intimate with her regardless of how long. He held her already-sleeping body in his arms with a smile as he closed his eyes and began to drift off to sleep, eager to spend some more quality alone-time with his special little girl.
As the boundary between the waking world and the world in his dreams became blurred, Bandit found himself back at home in his normal bed. However, as he sat up and turned to place his feet on the floor of his bedroom, he was startled to feel the vivid but painless sensation of something ominously crunch under his feet. He slowly looked down, his stomach churning as he saw shards of fiberglass on the floor that quickly turned into pavement. The bed he was leaning on suddenly disappeared under him, dropping him onto his rear onto the bits of sharp debris scattered around the dimly-lit intersection from his memories. The blue heeler quickly stood in a panic, turning around to be greeted with the orange blaze of his old car several meters away from him. Just then, a familiar dark figure appeared as if out of nowhere.
It was the Rottweiler.
Before Bandit could even react, Chop charged at him with his fangs bared. The blue heeler tried to run, but his feet seemed glued to the glass-covered pavement as he felt his heart-rate getting faster. In the distance, he could see the Doberman dragging Bluey away kicking and crying out to Bandit for help into the black abyss of night. Bandit let out a plea for mercy as he felt his attacker’s teeth clamp down on his throat for a split-second before everything went completely dark.
When Bandit’s vision returned, he was greeted with an intensely-overwhelming sense of dread as he looked upon an otherworldly being he couldn’t comprehend, it’s pitch-black shape amidst a blinding white void physically-undefinable as it shifted and swirled with distortions that blurred his sight. Yet somehow, it looked vaguely… familiar. What appeared to be a glowing blood-red eye stared back at him, soon followed by hundreds if not thousands of smaller eyes opening around it. As Bandit saw its circular mouth full of rows of sharp and jagged teeth like that of a lamprey finally become discernable, he realized the large red eye in the center actually wasn’t an eye at all – it was more like a core of some kind. Or maybe it was a portal to Hell, deep within the being’s maw. Or perhaps, it was its heart.
The being finally spoke with its mouth unmoving, its guttural and distorted omnipresent voice making Bandit’s eardrums ring, his body tremble, and his blood run ice-cold with terror of an almost-certain death. Not just for himself, but for everyone, everywhere. It spoke extremely slowly, as if time itself were slowed down to a near-standstill.
“AAAAAAAALLLLLLLLL….. WWWIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLL….. EEEEEENNNNNNDDD…..”
“NO!”
Bandit shot upwards in his bed once again with a startled yelp and his hand clutching his chest, looking around to find everything back to normal and in their proper place, just as they should be. Well, almost everything – the room felt extremely cold, the walls and ceiling coated in a thick layer of frost. The blue heeler took a moment to breathe, his head in his hands as he tried to shake the fear off of him and calm his pounding heart.
‘It was only a nightmare. Just… just a nightmare.’ Bandit thought as he cautiously stood from his bed, slowly walking to his bedroom door and nervously opening it to find the rest of the house looking perfectly normal. As he reached the end of the hall, he heard the sounds of Bluey’s footsteps as she ran up the stairs and leapt into his arms with a warming hug around his wide waist.
\t“Dad!” She cheerfully shouted as she nuzzled her face against his stomach, taking in his scent. Bandit picked her up in his arms with a smile of relief that the nightmare was over, placing an affectionate kiss on her lips that she leaned into before resting her hands on the sides of his large muzzle.
\t“So where do you want to ‘play’ this time, kiddo?” Bandit asked as he lifted his daughter up over his head, placing her on his upper back to give her a piggyback-ride. As Bluey held onto the malleable skin on his scruff, she thought for a moment.
\t“Let’s go to the play-room!” She decided excitedly, gently kicking her ankle into her dad’s side out of habit as if they were already playing ‘Horsey-Ride’.
“Alright, to the play-room!” Bandit ran down the stairs with a smile as this moment felt more like old times, before their relationship became what it was. As much as he truly loved Bluey, there was still a part of him that missed those much simpler times with his daughter without the thoughts of their incestuous love always lingering in the back of his mind. But it was probably far too late for them to go back to those days now after all they’d done together.
Once they reached the play-room, Bandit set Bluey down on the kiwi rug and she rolled onto her back with a sultry smirk that let him know exactly what she wanted. He laid down just above her, resuming their kiss from upstairs and Bandit didn’t hesitate to slide his tongue in and taste the inside of her delicious wet mouth. His hand slowly stroked her pastel-blue fur down her side from her shoulder to her thigh, the sweet sound of her little moans into the deep kiss making him finally put the nightmare out of his mind completely.
Bandit felt himself start to become stiff as he tasted his daughter’s warm breath filling his lungs, his tongue licking inside her more intensely as his cock sprung to life. However, just as he was about to lean up to take things further, he was startled by the sensation of something small and wet sliding up his taint.
“What the-!” He flipped over in surprise and looked down at the source of the sensation, completely caught off-guard by what he saw.
It was another Bluey.
Only this Bluey was a shade of deep purple instead his daughter’s normal blue, and she was glaring daggers into his eyes with a strange look of resentment as she squinted at him.
“Uh, Bluey? What’s up with… this?” Bandit turned to his blue-colored child with a look of confusion as he gestured to the purple clone of her.
“I… I dunno.” Bluey seemed just as confused, though the subtle tone in her voice gave Bandit the impression that there was something she was keeping from him. He had gotten good at picking that up as a parent. Making both of their hearts skip a beat, the purple Bluey spoke.
“Fuck you Dad, I hate you!” She growled through her teeth before bringing her head back down to continue fervently licking and biting on his musky crotch, still giving him a hateful glare for some reason. Of course, the biting didn’t hurt, but it still Bandit and slight discomfort.
“BLUEY! Uh, wait… Purple-y? Language! Don’t ever t-talk to your dad that way!” Bandit wasn’t sure whether he should even acknowledge her or not; she clearly wasn’t Bluey, but if Bluey didn’t create her, then what was she? Either way, he couldn’t deny that what she was doing felt really good on his privates, even if she was acting like an irrational angsty teenager while she was servicing him.
“Well, if she’s in on our fun, then she’s alright with me~” Bluey got on top of her dad as he laid on his back on the rug, taking a seat on his mouth and resting her hands on his chest as she faced away from him. Although Bandit instinctively lapped at his little girl’s sweet juicy cookie, something about this wasn’t sitting right with him. Why were there two Blueys? Why could she talk? And why was she so angry? The last time they willingly created other dogs in their dream, they didn’t talk or have any emotions whatsoever. Was this purple Bluey different somehow?
It was only a few minutes of Bandit reveling in the taste of Bluey’s pussy and the purple Bluey aggressively sucking and licking on his nether region before he suddenly felt another little hand tap at his arm.
“Um, Dad…” A timid voice quietly muttered as the hand tugged gently on his wrist. Bandit’s eyes glanced in the direction of the voice, becoming more concerned at what he saw.
A third Bluey stood at his left side, this one a light turquoise color and with her ‘Please face’ in full-force.
“C-could you… finger me, please? I promise I’ll never ask for anything ever again, Daddy…” She whimpered as she subtly guided Bandit’s fingers between her legs, tears of pleasure welling in her eyes as his finger slipped into her dripping slit.
Mere moments after that, Bandit suddenly heard someone softly crying at his right side. His eyes darted to the source to find a version Bluey with fur as white as snow, wiping tears from her eyes as she knelt on the rug beside him.
“Wh-why don’t you love me, Dad?” She sobbed, the realistically-accurate sound of the copy’s crying breaking his heart.
‘What is she talking about?’ Bandit thought to himself, becoming more confused as the crying white Bluey brought herself to his right hand and began slowly riding it, tears running down her face all the while.
In any other instance, Bandit normally would have loved this kind of sexual scenario; four girls all at once? And all of them being Bluey? But under these circumstances with their mysterious unexplainable appearance and their high intensity of emotions, something was clearly wrong. As he thought back on any possible explanation for this odd situation, he suddenly remembered something from back during the family therapy session. The psychiatrist had discussed with them the stages of processing trauma, which were nearly-identical to the well-known stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and finally… acceptance.
The blue heeler pulled his hands away from the turquoise and white Bluey, lifting the original blue Bluey off of him and placing her down in front of him as he sat up, taking away the purple Bluey’s access to his groin.
“Hey!” The Blueys all objected; the white Bluey’s lower lip trembled as she sulked while curling into a ball on the floor, the turquoise Bluey’s pupils were massive as she gave him the biggest ‘Please face’ Bandit had ever seen while trying to grab onto his arm again, the purple Bluey was fuming in a deep scowl as her fists were clenched, and the blue Bluey was strangely… indifferent.
“Dad, what’s wrong?” She asked, her tail drooping slightly behind her.
“Bluey, I… I think I know what’s going on.” Bandit opened his arms wide, giving each of the Blueys a smile to give him a hug. “You’ve been through a lot, far more than anyone should ever have to be.” His blue Bluey embraced him first, followed immediately by the turquoise Bluey. After wiping her teary eyes again, the white Bluey finally joined in. However, the purple Bluey simply stood there, crossing her arms and looking away from the rest of them with a bitter look on her face.
The longer she stood there silently, the more Bandit realized he probably wouldn’t be able to reach out to her with affection alone. It might be a little risky, but he thought of a way he might be able to help her.
“Don’t look at this, Blueys.” He told the multiple Blueys in his arms as he focused on a spot in front of the purple Bluey that represented her anger. In the place where he concentrated, a familiar figure appeared.
It was a lifelike dog that resembled the Rottweiler known as Chop, standing completely still and unfeeling - just as the fake Fido and Judo did in their dream before. The hair on the back of the purple Bluey’s neck immediately raised, her body visibly trembling with intense anger at the mere sight of him.
“Get ‘im, Bluey.” Bandit told her encouragingly, and she immediately started snarling and repeatedly punching the lifeless dummy as hard as she could in the lower gut. Bandit subliminally made the fake Chop fall limp to the ground in defeat, but the purple Bluey got on top of him and began punching and scratching the puppet in the face as tears of pure hatred poured from her eyes. Her growls and snarls as she attacked her abductor reminded Bandit much of himself that night. The little blue heeler bent down, biting Chop’s neck just as Bandit had done.
The Blueys broke the hug with Bandit, not looking at the scene behind them just as Bandit had told them to; Bandit cautiously approached the purple Bluey as she was chewing and gnawing on the realistic Chop doll’s neck, placing a hand on her back.
“He can’t hurt you anymore, Bluey. He’ll never hurt you again.” As he gently spoke to her, the purple Bluey eventually removed her jaws from their grip on the Rottweiler before jumping off and finally leaping into Bandit’s arms in a surprisingly-strong hug. “You are so brave, Bluey. You’re way braver than me. It’s a good thing you’re tough. The toughest dog I know.”
Hearing these words, the purple Bluey finally smiled peacefully with tears in her eyes as she looked up at her father before she disappeared in his arms into a mist of purple ashes. Next, the turquoise Bluey approached him, her ‘Please face’ seemingly permanently stuck on her as she looked up at him with her large pleading eyes before giving him an embrace.
“You don’t have to do anything to earn my love, all you have to do is be my daughter. No matter what, I’d do anything for you.”
At this, the turquoise Bluey smiled as she faded into a similar cloud of turquoise-colored smoke. Finally, the white Bluey that represented her despair approached Bandit, and he pulled her into a tight hug that she returned with a soft cry into his chest.
“I promise I’ll always love you.”
The white Bluey smiled slightly as she dissolved into a puff of white powder, leaving only the blue Bluey left. Although she appeared no different than the Bluey he knew, he had a feeling that she actually represented her denial. Bandit pulled his daughter into a hug, holding her close.
“I know I can’t just fix everything with a few nice words, but… we’ll get through this together, and I promise I’ll do whatever I can to help you. I love you, Bluey.” He gave her a kiss on her forehead as he rubbed her back.
“I love you too, Dad. Thank you.”
With that, the purple, turquoise, and white fragments of her psyche swirled around her and she dissolved into a burst of blue dust for a split-second before reforming again. This time, she was back to her truest self as she had finally reached acceptance, and the father and daughter hugged each other tightly once again for what felt like ages, their tails wagging back and forth the whole time.
“Whaddya say we just play some more actual games tonight? No ‘Squish-Squash’. Is that okay?” Bandit asked as he eventually pulled back from the embrace, looking down at her in the eyes.
“Yeah… yeah, I’d like that.” Bluey smiled back at him, and so for the rest of their dream they spent their time together playing games just like a normal father and daughter should. There would still be a long road ahead to a full recovery, but they would always be together for every step of the way.
The next morning, Chilli awoke early with the same aching sensation from deep within her sensitive womanhood yet again. She could hardly stand it anymore. Why was it doing this to her? She remembered her intrusive fantasies last night while she had sex with her husband, and her most degenerate idea yet came to fruition. As she picked up her phone sitting on the bedside table and turned it back on, she opened the Facelook app and began to scroll through her Friends list.
She had some arrangements to make.
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