Solomon’s Favorite Sweet
       
       Late night was generally quite peaceful in the small town of Beacon Pines. You might see a few young children getting up to a careless adventure on a more noisy night, but by and large everyone was indoors by the time the sun set. By midnight, most would assume the town was entirely asleep. 
       
       However, Joseph Nuncreed had not been able to sleep soundly for quite some time. No matter what draught he mixed up for himself, nothing seemed to take. Tonight, after laying restless for an hour, he had given up and planned to nurse a cup of absinthe in desperation. 
       
       “Old coward becomes an old drunk, huh?” The old dog wanted to laugh at himself while he raised his glass and sat himself back in the chair behind the counter of his drugstore, lit only by the moonlight. He couldn’t laugh though, not sincerely. It wasn’t the first time he’d turned to the bottle to banish his demons. The joke didn’t have any bite anymore. 
       
       The alcohol itself did though, thankfully. It burned sweetly going down, and just one drink was enough to calm his nerves, even if for just a moment. He savored that moment. He wasn’t allowed another one. Before he could even think of taking another drink, someone was knocking at his door. 
       
       “Come in…” Nuncreed groaned and set his drink on the counter. The door was opening before he finished the first word. He already knew who it was, so he didn’t even look at the door. No one else would be visiting him this late at night after all. Certainly no one else would have the key to his shop. “Evening, Solomon…” He tried to say it with a smile, but the name dripped with exhausted malice. 
       
       “Hello, Mr. Nuncreed.” The Solomon’s stoic, high pitched voice rang in the old dog’s ears painfully, creating a pounding that was only made worse by the small buzz the absinthe was leaving behind. “Are you drinking again?” Nuncreed heard the lock of the shop door click, and Solomon walked casually up to the counter. His eyes moved casually from the drink to the proprietor, but he didn’t portray any ounce of emotion. 
       
       Nuncreed knew he was concerned. Though, for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out why. “I didn’t know you’d be coming.” He continued to smile at the small creature. “Don’t worry. It was hardly a taste before you got here.”
       
       There was a slightly too long pause, then Solomon nodded. “I came here for my sweets. You do have them, yes?” He lifted himself higher, setting a paw on the counter and staring directly at the older dog. In spite of himself, Nuncreed shivered at that look. 
       
       His smile faded, and he allowed himself a sigh. “You know where the licorice is, Solomon…” He leaned back and rubbed at his temple. The headache was coming on stronger with every moment the brat wasted in his store. 
       
       “I didn’t bring any money.” The little Doberman tapped his paw on the counter, calling for the adult’s attention. Nuncreed opened his eyes and saw the little boy staring up at him, expectantly. “How can I pay?”
       
       The old dog smiled warmly down on the boy, acting just as he would for any of the children in town. “Now now, you should know you don’t need to pay. I can let this one slide.” He groaned and the smile vanished in a second when the shiver overtook him again. “Must we play these games, Sharper?”
       
       Nuncreed noticed a small shiver strike the pup at the mention of his name. However, it didn’t last. Solomon continued as if the comment hadn’t been made. “You’re so nice, Mr. Nuncreed.” He talked without a hint of emotion, but for Nuncreed the sarcasm was obvious. He slumped in his chair defeated as he watched the boy’s eyes wander toward the sweets. But then, Solomon surprised him. “Actually, I want to pay.”
       
       “What?” Nuncreed raised a bushy eyebrow. Solomon just stared at the licorice for a moment. Then he glanced at the old dog. For just a second, Nuncreed swore his saw a smile, but the store was dark and his vision was a bit blurry. Even the thought of the boy’s smile sent him to shaking though, and he had to rub his eyes. “Just what are you up to, Sharper?”
       
       “It’s Solomon, Mr. Nuncreed.” The boy shook his head and walked around the counter. Nuncreed couldn’t help himself, and turned to follow the boy as he walked. “And I’m not up to anything, I want to pay you.” He looked up at the older dog, and this time it was clear. He smiled, wide enough for the old dog to see the briefest flash of his fangs. “You were so loyal to my dad. You deserve payment, right? Even if it is just for licorice.”
       
       The glass on the counter clinked as Nuncreed’s shaking got stronger. He hadn’t even noticed he was actually backing away from the child. “What are you talking about?” He shook his head. When his attention was back on Solomon, the child’s smile was gone. He was staring up just as stoic as always. For just a moment, the shaking was able to fall back into the cold shiver. 
       
       Then the boy suddenly grabbed the old dog’s thigh. “I just want some licorice, Mr. Nuncreed.” Nuncreed went stiff at the boy’s touch. Sharper dug his nails in roughly, enough that the old dog could feel them plainly through his pants. “Will this payment be acceptable?” He made his intentions clear by pulling closer and setting his head right on Nuncreed’s lap. He blinked a couple of times too, playing innocent. 
       
       “You… you…” Once he got his bearings, the old dog was absolutely at a loss for how to respond. His head throbbed as he looked down at the little devil that was pulling ever closer to him. The predator that the boy really was flashed in Nuncreed’s mind over and over again. “Sharper… you…” His hands dug into the arms of his chair as a few particular memories of that demon’s smile overwhelmed him. “You don’t have to… pay…”
       
       Claws dug deeper into the old dog’s thigh, and a paw that had wandered up further dug into his hip. The demon didn’t move from his lap, but his entire being seemed to shift. All he did was lower his eyes though. It wasn’t even quite a glare. “Joseph, am I not being clear?” Nucreed froze at the sound of authority in that voice, childish as it was. “I want to pay. I’m not taking no for an answer.” 
       
       Nuncreed was still frozen as those claws dug in deeper. Then, the little boy lifted his head just a touch, revealing the smile under his half-lidded eyes. Once he saw that again, the memories struck hard, and he slumped, defeated. “Do what you will, Sharper…” He shut his eyes and sighed. It did nothing to help. It just made the image of the smug Doberman from before even clearer. His body quaked as he thought about the feelings of that beast’s fangs running over his thigh. 
       
       And the little beast on his lap noticed the reaction immediately. “Gee. Thanks, Mr. Nuncreed.” His grip on the old dog’s hips loosened, and his tone grew stoic once again as his now free paws wandered to Nuncreed’s groin. “I’ve never done this before, but I’ll do my best.” 
       
       Nuncreed winced at the ridiculous comment, but didn’t betray his frustrations any more than he already had. The boy undid his belt with the ease of an expert, pulling it aside and unzipping his pants in the same instant. And the moment that barrier was out of his way, Solomon pressed his nose against the old dog’s underwear with an avaricious desperation. Much as he hated himself for it, the old dog’s cock throbbed at the idea of the Doberman shaking against it. 
       
       “Wow. You’re so big, Mr. Nuncreed.” Solomon pressed himself hard against Nuncreed’s bulge. He absolutely soaked in it, greedily examining the shape with his nose, and kissing it softly to get a sense of it. “Mmm… will I be that big one day?” He kissed it again as the mocking tone set in Nuncreed’s ears. 
       
       “I wonder if you know how to use it…” Nuncreed bit his lip as the old mockery slipped past his lips. Sharper had always teased him when he claimed him. This was new though. The young Doberman was mocking him in a different manner now. Cursing himself, the old dog opened his eyes and glanced down at him. 
       
       Solomon was staring straight up at him when he finally pulled the old dog’s waistband down and rubbed his face along the cock. “Gee. I don’t know, Mr. Nuncreed.” He smiled, shutting his eyes and leaning against it. “I’m just a little boy… But I can try…” Calmly, he held the dick close and gave it a small, almost shy kiss on the base. 
       
       “Grr…” Nuncreed gripped his chair hard again. The little demon continued to mock him for a moment, keeping up with his shy kisses and soft strokes. For just a moment it almost seemed genuinely like he was a little boy feeling a cock for the first time, a thought that repulsed the old dog. The façade dropped fast though. Soon, Sharper started to shake like he always did. Nuncreed could feel the demon’s whole body shaking against him. “You’re a greedy little monster aren’t you?”
       
       The moment after the first quake, Solomon reached out and ran his tongue over the old dog’s cock with a gusto that could only come with years of pent up lust. It was clumsy at first, but then the old instincts took over. With his eyes still closed, he licked his fangs and set them against the dick as he continued to lap at it. 
       
       As much as it shamed him, seeing the demon this small and needy brought Nuncreed a sense of disturbing pride. He glanced over to the still half-full glass of absinthe, and he took a drink to calm that part of him down. It didn’t help. The greedy maw that threatened to devour him was making his dick throb madly as it touched a need he’d not tried to satisfy for ages. 
       
       He couldn’t help himself. When Solomon made his way up to the tip of the old dog’s dick, Nuncreed reached out and grabbed the back of his head. 
       
       Solomon’s eyes shot open then, nearly causing Nuncreed to freeze again. However, the boy’s wide-mouthed smile stayed, just like it had every other time that the Doberman had lured him into this trap. His fangs seemed to shine in the dark surroundings of the drug store, and Nuncreed shoved his head down, never doubting for a second that the Doberman was the one in control. 
       
       It was a clumsier blowjob than any the old dog had ever had. Embarrassingly, no doubt for the both of them, it did feel like the boy was getting used to his body. Teeth scratched him lightly the whole way while Solomon struggled to open his mouth wide enough, and he even choked a bit when the old dog pushed against the back of his throat. Nucreed couldn’t stop himself from smiling at that. He’d never seen Sharper struggle so much. 
       
       Of course, Solomon kept the pace, digging his claws into Nuncreed’s hips whenever he started to struggle too much. Besides, he seemed to love the experience. His eyes rolled back in his head when he sputtered and gasped. His body shook with that same old arousal. If anything, it was more powerful than before. 
       
       Nuncreed started to moan at the feeling too. Outside of how pent up he’d been for the last years, the feeling was, by itself, astonishing. Solomon’s throat was tight, and he had never felt so massive in his life, even when the Doberman had used to mockingly compliment him. He pressed down hard, hoping to fill the boy’s warm, hungry throat. 
       
       But then the claws dug in deep enough to sting. With a gasp, the old dog pulled his hand off the boy’s head and fell back in his chair. He grabbed the counter once he fell. Somehow he hadn’t even noticed he’d leaned forward. 
       
       Solomon pulled off of him a second later, still sputtering and shaking while he tried to pull himself together. “G-gah… Y-you’re too rough… Mr. Nuncreed.” Nuncreed glanced down at the small boy, surprised to see he was actually crying as he set his head on the old dog’s hip. “I thought you were nice.” 
       
       The little Doberman shivered and grabbed more tightly to the old dog. For just a moment, instinct took over for Nuncreed. Before he could think, he was apologizing. “I-I’m sorry, Solomon, I-”
       
       “A-and you want to put it in my butt too?” The little dog shivered more and lifted his head. It took Nuncreed a second to notice it in the dark, but under his tearful eyes, Solomon was smiling even more viciously than he had before. “Y-you’re so weird… why would you want to do that?”
       
       Nuncreed shivered alongside the boy. “S-Sharper…” He had been reaching out to the little beast before he spoke. His hand curled into a fist after he talked. “Y-you can’t-”
       
       “I can do it if you want…” The little dog’s eyes blinked away the tears, and when they half opened a moment later, the smug smile he was known for was clear as day. Then, he started to climb onto the old dog’s lap. “But my name’s Solomon, Mr. Nuncreed.” As the boy climbed, he pulled the old dog’s waistband down further. Before he knew it, Nuncreed’s pants had hit the floor. 
       
       At some point the little demon had gotten his own pants off as well. Nuncreed felt his small package and his stubby tail on his knee while he dragged himself up the old dog. His fist clenched tighter as the feeling hit him. Disgustingly, it didn’t stop his arousal. His cock continued to pulse even more as the small boy wormed his way around it. By the time Solomon had positioned himself properly to set his tail against Nuncreed’s cock, it was harder than it had been in years. 
       
       “I-I might need your help, Mr. Nuncreed.” Solomon smiled up at the old dog and set his paws on Nuncreed’s chest softly. It was a pathetic impersonation of a child, but the high pitched voice made it feel painfully real even as he pushed his ass eagerly against the old dog’s cock. “Show me how to do it… be gentle, please?” The demon absolutely couldn’t help himself. He punctuated his little ‘request’ with a wink. 
       
       Groaning, Nuncreed reached out and grabbed the brat. He hated how much he wanted this, just like always. However, he couldn’t resist the thought of putting Sharper in his place. So, he wrapped his hands around the boy’s body and lifted him. “You’re a big boy, ‘Solomon.’ You can handle it.” Solomon smiled as the old dog hefted him and set him properly against the tip of his cock, and he was positively beaming when Nuncreed reached back and aimed himself. Both of them shared a shiver when the old dog’s tip finally rubbed against the boy’s hole. “Let me show you how a real man does it.”
       
       Fangs fully bared, Solomon grabbed tight to Nuncreed’s chest, tearing at the old dog’s shirt. Then, he took the first move, pushing back before Nuncreed even had the chance to dominate him properly. Not that that stopped the old dog of course. The moment he felt Sharper push, he pulled the boy down with all the ferocity he could still manage to muster. 
       
       And the boy screamed. “Ah! Ah! It-it hurts!” He spasmed, lifting a leg seemingly involuntarily to kick at the old dog. “It hurts, Mr. Nuncreed!” His kicking pushed him further back, and the tightness of the boy’s hole overwhelmed Nuncreed with a disgustingly hot discomfort. 
       
       For just a moment, the old dog paused, taken aback by both the screaming and the squeeze on his dick that made it difficult to move. Solomon didn’t stop though, not for an instant. His kicking grew more erratic in fact, bouncing on the old dog’s dick but never releasing it. Nuncreed groaned and held the boy tightly as he realized what was happening. “Y-you’re a big boy… S-Solomon…” Shaking just as much as the little demon, he started to rock the boy’s body. 
       
       “Y-you’re a monster… Joseph…” Solomon groaned and dropped his head. The cursing shook them both, but he kept up his bouncing. Soon enough, the boy was properly on Nuncreed’s cock, stopping only because he encountered Nuncreed’s fist still grabbing on to hold his aim. “Y-you monster…” 
       
       “Sh-shut up!” Nuncreed groaned and shook. Foolishly he let go of his cock to grab at the boy’s face. Solomon used that opportunity to kick himself lower, letting out a high-pitched whine as he did. And all that Nuncreed got out of the exchange was the chance to see the beast’s wide-eyed, drooling grin. 
       
       “Y-you love this don’t you?” The demon whined and squirmed. Against his will, the older dog’s cock throbbed in the beast’s vice-grip. “I bet you wanted to do this for ages…” He shut his eyes and rolled his head back. All facades dropped and for that instant, in the dark, he looked just like his old self, greedily ready to take everything that the old dog could give him. “Nngh… You want to fill all the boys in town this way don’t you?”
       
       Nuncreed groaned, and pulled the boy down more forcefully. He shut his eyes and quietly mumbled his objections. “Q-quiet, you…” They didn’t mean anything. The demon was getting everything he wanted. They both knew it.
       
       “A-ah! That’s right! Fuck me like I’m that woman’s boy!” Sharper shouted as his bouncing became even more aggressive. He was spending every effort to make sure he took every inch of the old dog. “Fuck me like I’m Luka!” 
       
       Nuncreed bit his lip so hard that it hurt. The old mockeries of before paled in comparison to this cursing. In spite of every effort he made to keep the thoughts from his head, he imagined his old love, and then he imagined her son. The idea of the young jackalope crying as he sat on his cock disgusted him, but by this point it was far too late to turn back. He was already about to cum, much as he made every effort to hold back.
       
       “G-Gah… c-can’t… cum...” Sharper shook even more, complaining like he used to, holding back. At least, that’s what Nuncreed thought. “Wh-what is this!?” The demon whimpered, and his spasming ass went mad. Disgustingly, Nuncreed caught onto what it was the moment he felt the little boy’s dick pulse against him. Sharper was cumming dry. “J-Joseph!”
       
       “Sharper!” Furious and repulsed, Nuncreed held tight to the Doberman. Soon, he was cumming too. Both of them dug their claws in deep as they rode it out together. Nucreed bit his lip, trying desperately not to scream. Sharper screamed as much as he wanted, but thankfully the old dog held him close enough to muffle the shouts. 
       
       At least, he managed to hold him until Sharper got control of himself again. “Gah! Let… let go of me.” With a violent jerk, the boy shook against Nuncreed’s paws. The old dog could have held him. He was distinctly aware of that as he came down from euphoria. Right now, Sharper was weak. Weak enough he could hold him with ease, even smother him.
       
       But still, he let go. 
       
       And Sharper pulled away, panting and smiling ear to ear. “W-wow… Mr. Nuncreed.” He shivered once more on the old dog’s cock. Nuncreed was already starting to soften though, and Sharper wasn’t ever one to wait for his partner to calm down. So, grinning, he pulled himself free. “You did… very well.”
       
       Nuncreed opened his eyes just in time to catch the boy shakily climbing off of him. “Sharper…” He groaned, setting one hand on the counter again. In spite of everything, it was a shock to the system to see the boy moving away. 
       
       Sharper smiled for just one more second. Then, his grin faded with one more shiver. “It’s Solomon, Mr. Nuncreed. Remember?” He nodded, and without a second thought, shakily walked his way to the licorice. “I trust that you’re satisfied with the payment?”
       
       “You…” Nuncreed’s eyes widened. Somehow, now was when he noticed he was short of breath. He wanted to curse at the little beast, but he couldn’t find the strength anymore. Sharper’s cold, dominating gaze locked him down. At least, it did until he started making his way to the door. “You… wait… you aren’t going out like that?”
       
       “Oh? You don’t want everyone to know?” The little Doberman shook his tail, making sure to show off his still naked rear against the moonlight pouring in through the glass. “I thought you enjoyed being paid this way. It certainly felt like it.” Coldly, he glared at the old dog. 
       
       And the old dog froze, defeated. “Sharper… Solomon, please.”
       
       Solomon smiled. “Very well, Mr. Nuncreed.” He nodded confidently and closed his eyes as he moved to get dressed. “If that’s really what you want, make sure you keep the licorice stocked, okay?” He laughed, snickering first, then cackling. It was so familiarly disturbing that it made Nuncreed ache all the way down to his bones. “I think I’ll want some more tomorrow actually. The advantages of youth, eh?” 
       
       The demon caught his breath a moment later, leaving only those cold eyes behind. Then, without another word, he was dressed and gone before Nuncreed could find the strength to pull his pants up. 
       
       And as the old dog began to thaw, the aches and pains of the night struck him harder and harder each moment. With an aching head, he reached for the bottle again, absolutely desperate to sleep the rest of the night away.