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And please, don’t use that word.” As his teacher handed him the hall-pass, Bandit frantically darted out the door accompanied by a couple of teasing snickers from his classmates.\n\n \n\nBandit stood at the urinal in the boys’ restroom down the hall, relieving himself; it was fun trying to aim for the urinal-cake. Once he was done, he looked down at his willy between his legs, noticing that it was quickly becoming more erect the longer he looked. He crouched and glanced over to the stalls, making sure that no one else was here. Just as the blue heeler had hoped, he was alone.\n\n‘Quickly…’ Bandit thought as he reached down to grab his member, stroking it gently in his hand. It felt good, but not quite good enough. He gathered some saliva in his mouth, spitting into his palm before he continued. That felt much better. His mind wandered as he played with his little friend, his imagination drifting into thoughts of Miss Spaniel bent over her desk with her tail raised.\n\n“C-can I put it in, Miss Spaniel?” Bandit muttered to himself aloud as his fantasies played out in his head.\n\n‘I don’t know, can you?’ The imaginary Miss Spaniel spoke to him.\n\n“Yes, I can.” Bandit whispered in defiance of his hypothetical scenario, proceeding to visualize himself humping his teacher. He began to moan under his breath as his daydream became more lucid, imagining the texture of her soft and nice-smelling fur against his body and the wetness of her pussy as he pictured sliding his young cock in and out of her. It wasn’t long before he felt a familiar yearning from deep within his pelvis, begging for instant gratification.\n\n‘I think I need to keep you for detention after school for extra ‘tutoring’…’ He imagined the cocker spaniel woman teasing him in a way that he rather liked.\n\nWithout realizing it, Bandit’s moans grew louder and louder, losing track entirely not just of time but where he even actually was as his fantasies were becoming more like immersive hallucinations.\n\n‘Cum in me, Bandit,’ the fake Miss Spaniel begged him, ‘Cum inside this cunt, you dirty boy…’\n\n“M-Miss Spaniel!” Bandit whined with pleasure as he shot his load into the urinal, completely ignorant to the opening bathroom door as he did so. The blue heeler was suddenly broken out of his trance by the sound of another male student screaming with confusion and panic, causing Bandit to instinctively let out a scream as well.\n\nCaught.\n\n \n\nAfter a long and embarrassing meeting involving Bandit’s parents Chris and Bob as well as Miss Spaniel and Principal Shepherd, Bandit found himself at the doctor’s office. But this wasn’t the kind of doctor that gave him shots or checked him for bum-worms. This doctor was the kind that constantly observed his every behaviour and mannerism, showing him pictures of black splotches on paper before asking him what he saw,\n\n“And what does this one remind you of?” Doctor Borzoi held up yet another paper with incoherent ink marks on it as they sat alone together in the office, with Bandit’s mother just outside the door while Bob had gone to the restroom down the hall. .\n\n“Um… my brothers.” Bandit squinted as he looked at the paper.\n\n“Interesting. And what are their names?” The doctor asked, setting the paper down to scribble notes on his clipboard.\n\n“My big brother’s name is Radley, but we call him Rad. And my little brother’s name is Stripe.” Bandit began to feel like the room was getting hotter the more the doctor wrote on the clipboard.\n\n“And how do you feel about your brothers? Do you get along well with them? You can be honest, there’s no judgment here.” The doctor barely looked up from his clipboard as he spoke.\n\n“Well… I love my brothers. Rad teases me sometimes, and I tease Stripe, but that’s just ‘cause big brothers always beat little brothers.” Bandit blushed a little the more he thought about roughhousing with them as they usually did. “We play together a lot.”\n\nThe doctor wrote another note on his paper.\n\n“And when you play with your brothers, do things ever get… physical?”\n\n“I’m not sure what you mean, doctor. We’re boys. We get rough with each other, yeah, but Mum and Dad taught us not to hit or bite! I’m…” Bandit looked down with a sullen expression. “I’m n-not a bad dog.”\n\n“No, no you’re not a bad dog, Bandit.” The doctor gave him a reassuring smile. “Maybe I should rephrase. When you play with your brothers, do things ever get… sexual?”\n\nBandit paused for a moment.\n\n“N…no. We don’t touch eachother like that.”\n\nChris, having secretly been listening in the whole time, sighed quietly from the other side of the door. Bandit continued.\n\n“But sometimes… I think about it.”\n\nChris’s mouth was agape as her son went on, and Bob soon returned to the bench beside her..\n\n“I love my brothers, doctor. I love them a lot. I love a lot of people. I thought it was good to love everyone. Am I doing it wrong?” Bandit sighed, fidgeting his fingers together. He thought the doctor would either laugh at him for his secret, or yell at him for thinking such naughty things about his own family. The blue heeler didn’t know what was wrong with him. He wasn’t aware that there were bad kinds of love.\n\n“No, Bandit. It is good to be full of love. We just need to focus that love in the right direction. You’re a good boy, Bandit.” Bandit’s tail wagged; the doctor was surprisingly kind and understanding with him, which was rather refreshing for Bandit after all the embarrassment he’d already been through today. The doctor scribbled one last note on his clipboard. “I believe I’ve come to a solid conclusion about what’s going on with you, I’ll let your parents back in now.”\n\n \n\nOnce Chris and Bob were settled into their chairs beside their son, the doctor began his diagnosis.\n\n“Your son Bandit is a good kid, Mr. and Mrs. Heeler. He’s a preteen exploring a world he doesn’t know much about, and for most kids his age it can be a very confusing time in their lives. However, after spending some time with him, I’ve come to the conclusion that your son has ASD.”\n\n“In English, doctor?” Bob scowled as if the Borzoi were speaking in riddles.\n\n“Asperger’s Syndrome, as well as hypersexuality disorder.”\n\nChris was silent. Bob grumbled in disappointment. The doctor continued.\n\n“We still don’t know a lot about Asperger’s. There’s a lot we still don’t know about a lot of mental disorders, sadly. But what I do know is, Bandit comes from a loving home and was taught to give that love in return. All he needs is a little extra care and guidance to know what is and isn’t acceptable to do in public.” The doctor gave Bandit one more look of empathy before tearing the paper from his clipboard and handing it to Bob. “Give the pink copy to the woman at the front desk when you leave. And rest assured, there’s nothing wrong with Bandit. He’s just… special.”\n\n \n\nThe car ride home was a long, silent, and painful one for all of them. Even with the doctor’s complete understanding and reassurance, Bandit still felt shame unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. He couldn’t help but feel like he was a failure to his parents. And he couldn’t bear the thought of the teasing his classmates and his brothers would put him through about it once they inevitably found out.\n\nHis brothers…\n\nBandit remembered the conversation he’d had with the doctor earlier, about how he’d admitted to having sexual thoughts about them. Bandit felt a chill up his spine as his mind wandered off, looking out the window as he began to daydream about Rad pinning him to his bed, the smell of his brother’s fur…\n\nBandit looked down to find his hand fondling his semi-hard canine penis poking out of his sheath, immediately taking his hand away. Why was this happening to him? He felt nothing but shame and disgust with himself, so why was even this feeling turning him on? For the rest of the ride home, Bandit sat silently in the backseat and tried his absolute hardest to refrain from touching himself or even so much as thinking about Radley or Stripe. Bandit Heeler was scared. Confused. Upset.\n\nHis mother Chris, meanwhile, heartbroken by this unexpected diagnosis of her son’s debilitating and quite permanent disability, silently vowed to fix her son.\n\nBy any means necessary.\n\n \n\nAs soon as they got home, Bandit gave his mum a half-hearted hug. He then went to his dad, who only gave him an awkward and hesitant pat on the head. Which was no surprise - Bob was hardly ever one to show affection. But he did show it in his own way, nonetheless. Though he rarely showed it outwardly, he truly loved his son just as much as his wife did.\n\nWithout another word, Bandit retreated to his room to think about the day he’d had.\n\nFor over thirty minutes, Bandit’s mind was racing with negative emotions as he simply laid in bed with the covers over him and silently cried. There was no fixing him, he was sure of it. Others would see him as a weirdo forever, a freak. No girl would ever want to go out with him, much less marry him someday. His brothers would probably never want to speak to him again if they found out about his fantasies involving them. He’d be banished from the family, banished from town, banished from the country. He began to imagine boarding a boat to America or France, never to see his loved ones again for being the burden that he apparently was. What if he lost control of himself and did something like that in public again? What if he got arrested? What if-\n\nBandit’s ear perked up as he began to hear muffled speaking through the vent above his bed. Although it was a little difficult to understand at first, it soon became clear that it was the voices of his parents.\n\n“What are we gonna do, Chris?” Bob’s voice echoed through the metal grate.\n\n“We’re gonna love our son, Bob. At the end of the day, that’s all that really matters.” Chris’s voice reverberated in response.\n\n“Of course it is, Chris. I’m just… frustrated, is all. This isn’t how I pictured this day would go.”\n\n“This isn’t how any of us pictured this day would go, Bandit most of all.”\n\n“But why couldn’t he have just done it in the stall or something? Or better yet, waited until he got home?”\n\n“Boys his age are famous for their poor impulse-control, and I’m sure his condition probably didn’t make it any better.”\n\n“I suppose. It’s just, well I remember back when I was his age, and I never-”\n\n“But Bandit’s not normal. He’s…”\n\nBandit sighed. He heard his mum sigh as well.\n\n“...He’s just not.”\n\n \n\nThere was silence in both rooms for a while before Bob spoke again.\n\n“Look, Chris, we’ve all had a really long day. Maybe we should just… y’know…”\n\n“Really, Bob? At a time like this?”\n\nBandit’s ear perked up again as Chris continued.\n\n“...Well, I… I guess it has been a long day…”\n\nThe blue heeler’s heart skipped a beat when he suddenly heard the sounds of his mother and father’s soft moaning through the vent, and it didn’t take long for him to put the pieces together in his head as to what they were probably doing. It only became more obvious as their moans grew louder and louder, followed by the subtle noises of their creaky old bed frame.\n\nBandit tried to plug his ears to drown out the noise, but it was already too late; now that the mental image was in his head, and he could still hear the muffled sounds of their bed frame bumping against the wall, Bandit felt his erection quickly begin to grow again. It pulsed and throbbed at him angrily, almost as if demanding he take care of the problem it had.\n\n“That’s it, Bob… right there…” He heard his mum mumble from the other room; as Bandit began to stroke and rub his eager penis in his hand, his mind once again drifted off into fantasies he knew he wasn’t supposed to be having. This time, he imagined his own mother, with himself in his dad’s place.\n\n“M-Mum…” Bandit whispered as he privately indulged himself, spitting into his hand for lubrication before squeezing his member in his furred hand even tighter. He looked up at the clock, seeing it was only 2:15 P.M. His brothers wouldn’t be home from school for at least another hour, so he knew he had time to take care of himself.\n\n“Oh, God…” Chris continued, completely unaware that her son was listening in. “Give it to me, Bob… harder…”\n\nBandit stroked his red rocket faster as he imagined thrusting into his mother at her request; he knew this wasn’t a thought he was supposed to be having, but it just felt so good. He loved his mum, and it felt good to love.\n\n“Can I… do it inside… Mum?” Bandit muttered quietly, thrusting his hips in place into his hand as he laid alone on his bed. By sheer coincidence, he heard Chris again from through the vent.\n\n“Yes, yes!”\n\nThis was enough to set Bandit over the edge, clenching his eyes shut and gritting his teeth as he vividly imagined giving his mother love in the way he enjoyed most. He let out a soft whine, covering his mouth to make sure his parents didn’t hear him from their side of the vent either as he finally shot his second load of the day onto his belly. He heard his parents moaning harshly from the other side, apparently reaching their climax as well.\n\nFor several minutes, there was total silence in the Heeler house as the three came down from their post-orgasmic highs. Once Bandit had regained his senses, he sat up from his bed and grabbed a hand towel from the dirty laundry basket on the other side of his room before wiping himself off with the inside of it.\n\nAs he dropped the towel back into the hamper, Bandit stood in place for a few moments and contemplated these new thoughts. His thoughts about his brothers were nothing new to him, but this was the first time he had ever fantasized about his mum before. It made his heart feel warm to think about making love to her. He wanted to hear her say his name in the same way that he’d just heard her say Bob’s.\n\nBut then, all of the negative thoughts that the blue heeler had been focused on slowly came creeping back in. He was wrong to feel this way about his family, and he knew in his heart that none of them would ever return his love in the way that he wanted. He felt like he would be alone forever.\n\nBandit went to his closet, digging inside and opening a tub of costumes for when he and his brothers would play pretend games together. He grabbed a black cloth face-mask from when they would play ‘Cops and Robbers’, placing it over his eyes. 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Bandit Heeler, ten years old, stared up at the clock hanging from the wall as he sat at his desk at school. He had tuned out his English teacher over ten minutes ago, tapping his fingers repeatedly against the hard wood as he felt an anxious shiver running constantly through his body. There was still thirty minutes of class left to go. Twenty-nine. Twenty-eight. Each minute passing by felt more like an hour.

Unable to take the torture anymore, Bandit raised his hand high in the air.

“...Yes, Bandit?”

“Sorry, Miss Spaniel. Can I use the dunny?”

“I don’t know, can you?” Miss Spaniel, ever the stickler for proper grammar, corrected him with a raise of her eyebrow.

“May I use the dunny?” Bandit wanted to roll his eyes, but refrained as he knew it would earn him a scolding. “Please?”

“You may. And please, don’t use that word.” As his teacher handed him the hall-pass, Bandit frantically darted out the door accompanied by a couple of teasing snickers from his classmates.

 

Bandit stood at the urinal in the boys’ restroom down the hall, relieving himself; it was fun trying to aim for the urinal-cake. Once he was done, he looked down at his willy between his legs, noticing that it was quickly becoming more erect the longer he looked. He crouched and glanced over to the stalls, making sure that no one else was here. Just as the blue heeler had hoped, he was alone.

‘Quickly…’ Bandit thought as he reached down to grab his member, stroking it gently in his hand. It felt good, but not quite good enough. He gathered some saliva in his mouth, spitting into his palm before he continued. That felt much better. His mind wandered as he played with his little friend, his imagination drifting into thoughts of Miss Spaniel bent over her desk with her tail raised.

“C-can I put it in, Miss Spaniel?” Bandit muttered to himself aloud as his fantasies played out in his head.

‘I don’t know, can you?’ The imaginary Miss Spaniel spoke to him.

“Yes, I can.” Bandit whispered in defiance of his hypothetical scenario, proceeding to visualize himself humping his teacher. He began to moan under his breath as his daydream became more lucid, imagining the texture of her soft and nice-smelling fur against his body and the wetness of her pussy as he pictured sliding his young cock in and out of her. It wasn’t long before he felt a familiar yearning from deep within his pelvis, begging for instant gratification.

‘I think I need to keep you for detention after school for extra ‘tutoring’…’ He imagined the cocker spaniel woman teasing him in a way that he rather liked.

Without realizing it, Bandit’s moans grew louder and louder, losing track entirely not just of time but where he even actually was as his fantasies were becoming more like immersive hallucinations.

‘Cum in me, Bandit,’ the fake Miss Spaniel begged him, ‘Cum inside this cunt, you dirty boy…’

“M-Miss Spaniel!” Bandit whined with pleasure as he shot his load into the urinal, completely ignorant to the opening bathroom door as he did so. The blue heeler was suddenly broken out of his trance by the sound of another male student screaming with confusion and panic, causing Bandit to instinctively let out a scream as well.

Caught.

 

After a long and embarrassing meeting involving Bandit’s parents Chris and Bob as well as Miss Spaniel and Principal Shepherd, Bandit found himself at the doctor’s office. But this wasn’t the kind of doctor that gave him shots or checked him for bum-worms. This doctor was the kind that constantly observed his every behaviour and mannerism, showing him pictures of black splotches on paper before asking him what he saw,

“And what does this one remind you of?” Doctor Borzoi held up yet another paper with incoherent ink marks on it as they sat alone together in the office, with Bandit’s mother just outside the door while Bob had gone to the restroom down the hall. .

“Um… my brothers.” Bandit squinted as he looked at the paper.

“Interesting. And what are their names?” The doctor asked, setting the paper down to scribble notes on his clipboard.

“My big brother’s name is Radley, but we call him Rad. And my little brother’s name is Stripe.” Bandit began to feel like the room was getting hotter the more the doctor wrote on the clipboard.

“And how do you feel about your brothers? Do you get along well with them? You can be honest, there’s no judgment here.” The doctor barely looked up from his clipboard as he spoke.

“Well… I love my brothers. Rad teases me sometimes, and I tease Stripe, but that’s just ‘cause big brothers always beat little brothers.” Bandit blushed a little the more he thought about roughhousing with them as they usually did. “We play together a lot.”

The doctor wrote another note on his paper.

“And when you play with your brothers, do things ever get… physical?”

“I’m not sure what you mean, doctor. We’re boys. We get rough with each other, yeah, but Mum and Dad taught us not to hit or bite! I’m…” Bandit looked down with a sullen expression. “I’m n-not a bad dog.”

“No, no you’re not a bad dog, Bandit.” The doctor gave him a reassuring smile. “Maybe I should rephrase. When you play with your brothers, do things ever get… sexual?”

Bandit paused for a moment.

“N…no. We don’t touch eachother like that.”

Chris, having secretly been listening in the whole time, sighed quietly from the other side of the door. Bandit continued.

“But sometimes… I think about it.”

Chris’s mouth was agape as her son went on, and Bob soon returned to the bench beside her..

“I love my brothers, doctor. I love them a lot. I love a lot of people. I thought it was good to love everyone. Am I doing it wrong?” Bandit sighed, fidgeting his fingers together. He thought the doctor would either laugh at him for his secret, or yell at him for thinking such naughty things about his own family. The blue heeler didn’t know what was wrong with him. He wasn’t aware that there were bad kinds of love.

“No, Bandit. It is good to be full of love. We just need to focus that love in the right direction. You’re a good boy, Bandit.” Bandit’s tail wagged; the doctor was surprisingly kind and understanding with him, which was rather refreshing for Bandit after all the embarrassment he’d already been through today. The doctor scribbled one last note on his clipboard. “I believe I’ve come to a solid conclusion about what’s going on with you, I’ll let your parents back in now.”

 

Once Chris and Bob were settled into their chairs beside their son, the doctor began his diagnosis.

“Your son Bandit is a good kid, Mr. and Mrs. Heeler. He’s a preteen exploring a world he doesn’t know much about, and for most kids his age it can be a very confusing time in their lives. However, after spending some time with him, I’ve come to the conclusion that your son has ASD.”

“In English, doctor?” Bob scowled as if the Borzoi were speaking in riddles.

“Asperger’s Syndrome, as well as hypersexuality disorder.”

Chris was silent. Bob grumbled in disappointment. The doctor continued.

“We still don’t know a lot about Asperger’s. There’s a lot we still don’t know about a lot of mental disorders, sadly. But what I do know is, Bandit comes from a loving home and was taught to give that love in return. All he needs is a little extra care and guidance to know what is and isn’t acceptable to do in public.” The doctor gave Bandit one more look of empathy before tearing the paper from his clipboard and handing it to Bob. “Give the pink copy to the woman at the front desk when you leave. And rest assured, there’s nothing wrong with Bandit. He’s just… special.”

 

The car ride home was a long, silent, and painful one for all of them. Even with the doctor’s complete understanding and reassurance, Bandit still felt shame unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. He couldn’t help but feel like he was a failure to his parents. And he couldn’t bear the thought of the teasing his classmates and his brothers would put him through about it once they inevitably found out.

His brothers…

Bandit remembered the conversation he’d had with the doctor earlier, about how he’d admitted to having sexual thoughts about them. Bandit felt a chill up his spine as his mind wandered off, looking out the window as he began to daydream about Rad pinning him to his bed, the smell of his brother’s fur…

Bandit looked down to find his hand fondling his semi-hard canine penis poking out of his sheath, immediately taking his hand away. Why was this happening to him? He felt nothing but shame and disgust with himself, so why was even this feeling turning him on? For the rest of the ride home, Bandit sat silently in the backseat and tried his absolute hardest to refrain from touching himself or even so much as thinking about Radley or Stripe. Bandit Heeler was scared. Confused. Upset.

His mother Chris, meanwhile, heartbroken by this unexpected diagnosis of her son’s debilitating and quite permanent disability, silently vowed to fix her son.

By any means necessary.

 

As soon as they got home, Bandit gave his mum a half-hearted hug. He then went to his dad, who only gave him an awkward and hesitant pat on the head. Which was no surprise - Bob was hardly ever one to show affection. But he did show it in his own way, nonetheless. Though he rarely showed it outwardly, he truly loved his son just as much as his wife did.

Without another word, Bandit retreated to his room to think about the day he’d had.

For over thirty minutes, Bandit’s mind was racing with negative emotions as he simply laid in bed with the covers over him and silently cried. There was no fixing him, he was sure of it. Others would see him as a weirdo forever, a freak. No girl would ever want to go out with him, much less marry him someday. His brothers would probably never want to speak to him again if they found out about his fantasies involving them. He’d be banished from the family, banished from town, banished from the country. He began to imagine boarding a boat to America or France, never to see his loved ones again for being the burden that he apparently was. What if he lost control of himself and did something like that in public again? What if he got arrested? What if-

Bandit’s ear perked up as he began to hear muffled speaking through the vent above his bed. Although it was a little difficult to understand at first, it soon became clear that it was the voices of his parents.

“What are we gonna do, Chris?” Bob’s voice echoed through the metal grate.

“We’re gonna love our son, Bob. At the end of the day, that’s all that really matters.” Chris’s voice reverberated in response.

“Of course it is, Chris. I’m just… frustrated, is all. This isn’t how I pictured this day would go.”

“This isn’t how any of us pictured this day would go, Bandit most of all.”

“But why couldn’t he have just done it in the stall or something? Or better yet, waited until he got home?”

“Boys his age are famous for their poor impulse-control, and I’m sure his condition probably didn’t make it any better.”

“I suppose. It’s just, well I remember back when I was his age, and I never-”

“But Bandit’s not normal. He’s…”

Bandit sighed. He heard his mum sigh as well.

“...He’s just not.”

 

There was silence in both rooms for a while before Bob spoke again.

“Look, Chris, we’ve all had a really long day. Maybe we should just… y’know…”

“Really, Bob? At a time like this?”

Bandit’s ear perked up again as Chris continued.

“...Well, I… I guess it has been a long day…”

The blue heeler’s heart skipped a beat when he suddenly heard the sounds of his mother and father’s soft moaning through the vent, and it didn’t take long for him to put the pieces together in his head as to what they were probably doing. It only became more obvious as their moans grew louder and louder, followed by the subtle noises of their creaky old bed frame.

Bandit tried to plug his ears to drown out the noise, but it was already too late; now that the mental image was in his head, and he could still hear the muffled sounds of their bed frame bumping against the wall, Bandit felt his erection quickly begin to grow again. It pulsed and throbbed at him angrily, almost as if demanding he take care of the problem it had.

“That’s it, Bob… right there…” He heard his mum mumble from the other room; as Bandit began to stroke and rub his eager penis in his hand, his mind once again drifted off into fantasies he knew he wasn’t supposed to be having. This time, he imagined his own mother, with himself in his dad’s place.

“M-Mum…” Bandit whispered as he privately indulged himself, spitting into his hand for lubrication before squeezing his member in his furred hand even tighter. He looked up at the clock, seeing it was only 2:15 P.M. His brothers wouldn’t be home from school for at least another hour, so he knew he had time to take care of himself.

“Oh, God…” Chris continued, completely unaware that her son was listening in. “Give it to me, Bob… harder…”

Bandit stroked his red rocket faster as he imagined thrusting into his mother at her request; he knew this wasn’t a thought he was supposed to be having, but it just felt so good. He loved his mum, and it felt good to love.

“Can I… do it inside… Mum?” Bandit muttered quietly, thrusting his hips in place into his hand as he laid alone on his bed. By sheer coincidence, he heard Chris again from through the vent.

“Yes, yes!”

This was enough to set Bandit over the edge, clenching his eyes shut and gritting his teeth as he vividly imagined giving his mother love in the way he enjoyed most. He let out a soft whine, covering his mouth to make sure his parents didn’t hear him from their side of the vent either as he finally shot his second load of the day onto his belly. He heard his parents moaning harshly from the other side, apparently reaching their climax as well.

For several minutes, there was total silence in the Heeler house as the three came down from their post-orgasmic highs. Once Bandit had regained his senses, he sat up from his bed and grabbed a hand towel from the dirty laundry basket on the other side of his room before wiping himself off with the inside of it.

As he dropped the towel back into the hamper, Bandit stood in place for a few moments and contemplated these new thoughts. His thoughts about his brothers were nothing new to him, but this was the first time he had ever fantasized about his mum before. It made his heart feel warm to think about making love to her. He wanted to hear her say his name in the same way that he’d just heard her say Bob’s.

But then, all of the negative thoughts that the blue heeler had been focused on slowly came creeping back in. He was wrong to feel this way about his family, and he knew in his heart that none of them would ever return his love in the way that he wanted. He felt like he would be alone forever.

Bandit went to his closet, digging inside and opening a tub of costumes for when he and his brothers would play pretend games together. He grabbed a black cloth face-mask from when they would play ‘Cops and Robbers’, placing it over his eyes. Truthfully, given the pattern of his fur, he really didn’t look much different with it on; but in some strange way, young Bandit felt as though wearing this mask helped him hide who he was - the him that he couldn’t allow anyone else to see.

For him to be seen as normal, Bandit felt he would have to wear a mask to cover his true self for the rest of his life.
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