Hi, I will be your narrator for today, and I find Brian Griffin to be hot as fuck.

That's right--I find that fucking little white labrador to be handsome as well, with that deep voice, always uttering something that's brimming with intellect, showcasing a mind well beyond his years...he's a man who knows what he wants.

And he was a storyteller so masterful that not even the best script doctor for the job would ever dare to desecrate his work by editing even a single comma in his script! His screenplay had floored many a producer, and the spec-script market had turned all of their eyes onto his masterpiece!

After a generous buyer bidded five million dollars for it, the dog had been a sought-after talent for so many folks! As the producers were gathering a cast and crew for their upcoming, undeniable box-office smash hit, Brian had already pushed out an autobiography, "How Butt Sniffing Generated a Twist Ending," detailing his long and arduous struggle of finally becoming an accomplished aeuter!

Currently, as I indulgantly narrate about this little doggy, the canine was currently at a posh hotel, fresh off of doing several more ego-stroking interviews, which he so indubitably deserved!

Now, that sexy mutt was sitting in a plush loveseat, reading over his screenplay for the fifth time, today. His tail couldn't stop wagging--he was truly and finally in the moment, in the big leagues! Just moments ago, he ran on all fours, darting back and forth on the carpet, sporadically letting out rapidfire-clusters of barks in ultra-happiness.

Even his best friend was always happy to call him up about it--and there went the dog's phone!

BRRRRRRRR-BRRRRRRRRRRR--

Click--

"Hey, Stewie," the dog smirked.

"Hey, Bri," the chipper voice of Stewie leapt from Brian's phone. "Just checking up on you! You know I'm real happy for you, right?"

"Oh come on, like the last 30 calls didn't insinuate that."

"I know...but I really can't contain myself! Rupert and I thought of giving you a surprise party on your way back, with lots of cake, confetti, banners, and ooooh SCONES! I luv, luv, LUV SCONES--"

"Stewie. It's....not a surprise anymore, now that you...that you told me."

"It's not--?"

"Yeah, it's....yeah. Kinda spoiled the surprise early."

"Did I..." Stewie trailed off with a giggle.

"'Screw the pooch?'"

"Guhehehehehuheuheheheheehheheheheee~!"

Brian sighed out a happy exhale, shaking his head. "Stewie, Stewie, Stewie. What would I do without you? Gotta give my kudos to you for encouragement. Without that I...just wouldn't have gotten this far. Maybe I should buy you a gift while I'm out here."

"Ooooooohhhhhhh, that would be so generous of you, Bri!" Stewie excitedly bellowed out on the other end. The dog could practically see that football-headed baby's bouncing about in glorious glee from that response.

"My pleasure. I'll see you later buddy."

"Ok, see you!"

Boop--Brian tapped the red button, ending the call. As he placed it on the table next to him, he felt giddy about rushing around the room again. He tended to get so happy that he acted like a normal dog in the heat of the moment! And speaking of heat, Brian was reminded about how page 72...

"Was about to get spicy~" he eagerly flipped past the seventy-first page of his copy, eyes scrolling across the words as his characters came to life in his head, once more.

This--this work of art--was Brian's magnum opus, just like him. With his soft white fur, a sheen detailing adventures of pure, dawgy adrenaline, his red collar honoring the heir as the one-and-only pet of the Griffins, his massive black nose of which he was always happy to share back at, even as his eyes glossed over every colloquial, every action, every bit of text he so painstakingly and passionately produced just under a week's time, the smell of the room, the scent of his body, the aroma of the couch he sat in as his pressured body rested on it, oh GOD, I wish I was there to experience it.

He was calm and content now, freshly scented with the excitment he had moments prior. I'd sniff all over him while he read his screenplay, petting his head and scratching his ears while I huffed his body, sniff his chest, his pits, the scent of his ass, sheath, balls and even his feet all hovering my mind up into the sensual heights of ecstatic nirvana, helping him become as hot and steamy as the current pages he read of the average-yet-charismatic protagonist Dr. Silver climbing into bed with his offbeat-but-charming deuteragonist Anna Sails, making Brian feel like HE was the man, like HE was that doctor!

The scene his eyes were dunked deep into were reflections of his past experiences--with Jenny, with Lois....hell, even Meg & Ida--and through those significant memories, he took some of the worst elements for conflict and the best elements for bonding, and made it flow organically through his story. He was a goddamned bonafide genius for doing such a thing, and you know it, you know it deep in your heart that Brian made the best erotica, and the creator knew it best, because he was on his twelfth or fourteenth read of this very scene, and it was STILL exciting to him, his tail seemingly ready to drill a hole into the furniture it was wagging so hard against, he was excited from knowing exactly how it was gonna go out, exactly how it plays out, with Sails' ruby lips smacking onto her man's ear, playfully biting and tugging the edge of it, made him let out an exhaust of an erotic exhale, Jesus fucking Christ he could feel his paws getting wet on the page, prints of his adorable grippers plastered over the corners of his copy--

FLIP--

ANOTHER PAGE HNNNFFFFFFFFF, imagine what must be going through Brian's head as he once again read Anna's hands brushing across the Doctor's broad chest, chiseled and hairy to ultimate masculine perfection, goddamn, this to-be-on-the-silver-screen smuttery was making him act up yet again! This was his comfort food for whenever he was stressed, angry or sad, his script was his go-to therapy, this wonderfully-approved, greenlit script, nowadays always there to set things right with himself, whenever possible!

He brushed a hand across a floppy ear, unable to hold back a loud breath as body only felt hotter and his mind only steamier with lust, such fucking boiling steaming hot lust bubbling up inside him....not unlike me...

Oh fuck.

"Oh fuck." Brian had to, he needed to, he wanted to...I NEED him to, I WANT him to--he started touching his sheath while reading his script, FUCK YEAH he was, mouth slightly agape, his focus half-sacrificed upon each progressive word and the remainder preoccupied on his nawtybits, his curious paw going through a routine he'd been thinking of doing all week once he'd be all alone and now he fucking was, oh god he was going solo, going to TOWN on himself, reinforcing why I fucking love this damned, blanco mutt so much, surrounding his dangling nuts with clammy fingers, softly fondling the twin-orbed package bagged within that furcoated scrotum, another breath brushed onto the paper graced with lusty, goonertriggering erotica bedazzled in black Courier New--

"How bad do you want it, Anne?"

He read in Dr. Silver's fictional voice, one rich with royalty, a tone not unlike the screenwriter who's making me steamy, seeing him get hornier as he read, making me HORNIER as I describe what he was doing......oh fuck, just imagine seeing his sausage-thicc fingers beginning to twirl into the STEAMY folds of his shealth, the penis-pocket, the space shuttle, digging inside that natural ditch of dopamine as those eyes saw the name 'ANNA' and the parenthesesed phrase to emphasize vocal-visual inflection for her actress '(god almighty, I need it now)', and to finally the sacred words--

"Make me regret I hadn't meet you sooner~"

HOOOOOOH GOD YES, FUCK, Brian was doing it, Brian was TOUCHING the very tip of something red, ripe n' juicy TRAPPED within, he licked his lips as he savored every moment of this well-deserved self-indulgant jackoffatry, the details of the event printed into saucy detailing were pretty much hardcorded into every fiber of his dawgynoggin, mind tunneling into a headset horny high as his view got occasionally blurry everytime his mind wandered off into lusty land...oh shit, shit, SHIT, end of the page, Brian nows slipped his fingers out of his wet dogslit and turned the page, staining it with graceful brushes of sheath-sweat, not caring to dispell the virginity of the paper pages with the stain of his seed, the smell of the musky fluid pervading from both down below and RIGHT ON HIS SCRIPT was just snoofer heaven~

Man, I wouldn't be able to contain myself smelling how he smelt right at that moment, it was so fucking hot how he smeared his horny scent onto the script, HIS script, right on the saucy part, such a simple messy act made so magnificent because it's fucking Brian~ Soon did he reinstate his fingers back to where they rightfully belonged, right where I wanna see 'em at, in that fuzzy puppy-pocket, and this time duh them much more shallow than the last, as his canine coomspewer was already beginning to crawl out of its steamyhot furry igloo, HHMMMMMMMFFFFFFF~ I'd have my ear close to his crotch, just so I could hear the subtle, faint noise of wet meat upon wet fur slqksqlsssssssh'n itself out into the open air~!

The cute smartypants of a dog was whining as he began to feel his own penis vigorously throbbing with salacious intent, a moment he had been dying to experience for a good while, and now here he was, pumping the thicc shaft, breath at a constant pant as his fingers bounced between stiffening shaft and tapered tip, and never once letting go of that scarlet shuttlecraft of spermatude for a second, because there was no reason to not masturbate to such a worthy work of raunchy gooner-gudness~!

If I were there, I'd jack off right next to him, in fact I'd share my hand with his dick, pumping that swollen muscle up and down, palm slick with penile perspiration, his heartbeat thumping through every bit of that inflammed sex organ as I kept a firm-yet-gentle grip on his meat, feeling my fingers spread slightly once they reached the furry base and having them join together and my thumb capping the top of his cock once my hand reached the juicy tip, doing that over and over and over and over again, and letting him to do the very same to me, his matted furry maw feeling like I'm fucking a pillow, having his chubby hand pump my cock, feeling how diamond-hard I'd be having him jack off for me, the two of us laying back in that couch, absent mindedly staring at the ceiling, fucking STONED out of our minds because of the STONES we kept polishing in our hands~!

Brian's rampant lust instantly compelled him to slouch back in his seat, with his legs spread even wider that the pages were resting upon his belly, leaving a thin line of sweat upon the majority of his screenplay, the sheath sweatstains making spots of the paper more transparent through the light, but he didn't care, who gives a fuck, fuck repressing your horny, Brian didn't do that, that was not the Brian way, good dogs deserve their fair share of celebration and this was his celebration, fucking fist-fucking with his fantastic canine cock in a five-star hotel room with his screenplay desperately deathgripped in tune to every instance his meat decided to spike him with a lethal rush of adrenaline in the form of body-wide twitches~

"Hooooooooohhh, god~"

The labrador's head sunk back into the seat, awashed with an electrifying spike of penile provocation as the beast finally reared out its full form from the musky canine-casing--its form was thick and solid, its color rivaling that of his collar as it noisily spewed out edged goonsludge in tune with his skipping-heartbeat, the pages flanked by his cock obviously on the receiving end of the stimulatory chaos as thick precum danced onto the pages in splattering splendor, their readability going from a hundred to a zero in an instant--and then in the middle of it, Brian came to--before he managed to damage any more of his script, he placed it on the stand right next to him--

TIP--

"Ah shit--"

The wine glass he had on there, half-full, had splattered on several pages. He stared at it for a moment....

"Fuck it."

That's right, he went right back to his dick, hell yeah, fuck that drink, fuck that script, and definitely fuck that PAW~ However, he was a bit soft--and you know I'd keep him erect the whole time~ Besides that, he felt his entire body teeming with sweat, causing his fur to cling onto the furniture, his ass seeping hot from masturbating...ohhhhh, his ass~ He better at least wipe a hand between his cheeks and sniff it~

SWIPE--

SNNNNNNNNNNNNFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF, "Haaaaaaaaaaahhh~" Brian trembled. My god...I bet it stunk like a mixture of wet fur and armpits back there~ He slouched lower on the chair, spread his legs, and used that same sodomized, sniffable hand to rub circles along his anus, making him hiss and go "Ooooooooohhhhh~" in delight as he once again huffed that addictive, olfactoral mixture~ The scent immediately brought his penis back to life, and with that, he started masturbating again, his horny body heating up again, making him sweat again, giving him an even-bigger aura of miasma brewing around him~

He rolled his eyes as his masturbated, feeling from knot to shaft to tip to shaft to knot, then rinse-and-repeat, his paw stubbornly scheduled in perfect rhythm to keep pleasuring his cock, now adding butt-sniffing to his routine, smothering his giant nose with his chubby hand, rubbing his paw against his nose as he took a BIG, BIIIIIG whiff of what his posterior had to offer~

SNNNNNNNNNNNFFFF, "Mmmmmmm, fuck yeah~ Unnnnnfff, mmmmph, MMmmmmph, MMMMpph, MMMMNNNNGH--"

Brian had found both of his paws gripping the arms of the chair, face grimacing as he felt the rush beginning to brew in the base of his penis...he could feel it rising, the inevitable cathartic climax ready to rid him of this feeling--this feeling of becoming whole with the cock, your entire body spasming hard to the jumpy extremity, your body temperature turning into a sweaty savage of a horny beast...he still wanted all of that to linger on! He couldn't let this current chaos of euphoric ecstasy slip from him so soon--

"HHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGG~!"

I wish I was there to see it, GODDDDD, I do~; Brian had a split-second violent squirm as something, or someTHINGS were squeezing tight onto his cock...and it wasn't his hands--it was his feet, rather, the three-toed steppers sandwiching his red rocket as another string of semen slowly oozed out of the tip of his dick, the feeling of his load slowly rising up like magma in a volcano was still ever present--he pressed his thick toes onto his member in an effort to abate the build-up, his tongue lurched right out of his mouth as he panted hard, the edging exhausting, yet invigorating as he felt it build...build...

Build...

Build...

Build...!

Build!

BUILD--

"HHNNNNNNNNNNNNFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF~" he bit his lip--

"Gnngg....HHRRWWYYRRNNGHH....GGUUUUHHHHHH-hhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh~..."

Successfully, his cock was edged--he witnessed thick splorting ropes of projectile, spermless semen beginning to leap out of the end of his member, to which he sat his toes upon, drenching them in the ejected fluid, the sauce squirting from between his toes as Brian absentmindedly stared at the sight, completely immersed in the hyper-pleasure of cucking his cum as his vision blurred for a moment, as if his body was pouring all of its power to maintain his consciousness from breaking to black from the feeling of his cute footjobbery of paws getting coated in the slop, audibly squelching upon every squirtage of the goonlube as Brian's grip on the couch relaxed, his body slipping towards the edge of the seat as his ass now hovered a bit over the floor, his feet nearly touching the ground as his erect dick currently leaked a slow stream of edgefluid in front of him, his cock totally covered in the juice as he took a moment to recover from the arduous Battle of the Boner~

As his mind finally stowed away into the confines of the cranium once again, Brian realized he was dumbfoundedly smiling as an instinctual response to the stimuli produced by his rocketous growth pulsating in his lap. Idly, his toes danced, which made him rediscover where that precum was redistributed. Soon, he raised both paws up, sitting the wet steppers on either side of his member right before immediately holding one of them with his hands as his giant nose laboriously lifted the supremely-impressionable scent of his cockjuice-soaked stepper, the mix of his sweat and semen starting to make his closed maw water as he danced his toes, the liberation of the smell from each toe-tween made his jaw slowly open, and his eyes struggled from staying perpetually rolled back into their own sockets as he was now hovering his nose across the other foot, nasally worshiping it as good n' deep as the first, all while his dick couldn't be anymore stiff, practically begging to be played with as it fucked the air, the air which hung of wet dog, wet doggypaws, wet doggydick, wet doggy everything~

"HWWWAARRFFFMMMMMMMmmmmpph~". Brian stuffed a set of his foot's toes into his mouth, the whole trio of digits squirming in his mouth as he tickled them with his tongue, running the enthusiastic tendril of pink flesh across their girthyness, slobbering the seminal taste off of them, his doggy lips soon draped over them as he tried his best to stuff that giant foot into his maw, uncontrollably drooling as he sealed the salty flavor of his chunky paw onto his taste buds, heart throbbing in footfagged fervor as he finally released his toes from his oral grip, the hot steamy breaths brushed along the out-in-the-open'd piggies causing them to squirm as rivulets of his drool ran down his thicc sole. Immediately, Brian swiped the escaping paint lines of saliva by slurping on his heel, kissing it in between each slurp, enamored with how luvly his foot was~

He took a moment to gander at the work of art he had created--his beautiful, snow-furred foot glistening brightly in the hotel's orangey light, his stomper essentially completely baptized in drool, his eyes traveling from the wet toes, to the soaking balls of his feet, along the soft sole, down to his meaty heel~ Brian never really had a thing for feet, but something in him made him perceive his feet as voraciously appetizing, which his member seemed to thank him for...speaking of appetizing, he had that other foot awaiting its salivatory tonguebath~

The doggy went ahead and repeated the process, this time starting from the heel on up, his lips pursed completely around the round surface of it, letting the sweaty taste marry itself onto his tongue, stamping his wet lips across it in obsessed infatuation before moving up to his sole, racing his slurper across it like mad, the chubby sole tingling from the happy doggy tongue running across it repeatedly, the taste just as good as the other foot he lapped, the sensation and taste soon enticing him to smooch on the squishy balls of his foot, his smooching louder than ever, making his toes dance with excitement as he was lost in luv with his foot, the drive to take the lipsmacking into frenching was the sight of his yet-to-be-slurped toegaps, which he was now busy doing, gently squeezing two of his toes while his tongue gracefully writhed in the middle of them, the salty taste so potent as a result of being trapped and wedged between such tasty toes, his saliva running down the instep of his foot from both toe-tweens, which he rubbed all over the top of his paw with his hand before his making his maw consume the first piggy right down to the base, groooaaannning on it, toedancing it with his tongue before taking out the juicy toe from its slippery clutches, spitstrings joining the seperate space of succable piggy and hungry doggylips before he rinsed-and-repeated for the third toe, it being equally-ready for its oral-bound sauna as Brian shuddered from appreciating the roundness and softness with his rosy taster, suffocating it with steamy breaths, making it smell as wonderful as his musty maw, soon finally pouncing his lips onto the middle toe, which he deliberately saved for last, just so his cheeks could be annointed with his own drool which coated the first-and-third wrigglers, his eyes staring squarely into the ceiling as he succed HARD on that toe, ensuring that he savors every second of it brushed against the bed of buds that signaled to him that "this was the best fucking thing he ever tasted~," 'til he finally broke out of his pawful prison inside his mind, breathing hard like a pup as he witnessed this foot properly bathed in his splenderous sloppy-slobber~

With that, Brian finally had two feet disgustingly draped in doggo-drool~ Imagine how good that would feel on your cock~ Having Brian's ginormous toonpaws, all wholly worshiped in saliva, pressed onto your cock, him alternating his paws up and down on your member, giving you that devilish look as he talked dirty to you, asking you questions with onbious answers, such as "You luv this, don't you?" and "I always knew you'd fall victim to my paws~", probably even reading a book to kill time, all while you suffer at the paws of Brian Griffin, his pillow-soft trench of soaked soles getting humped by your hard meat, the meat itself desperately begging to spew its load from the beautiful pleasure, and yet you would know better, you'd know better than to disappoint your Doggy Master~ I bet you'd nearly pass out once he let you cum all over them, your head leaning back, crying out to the skies above in nearly unintelligible-expletives as you delivered to Master Griffin all of your ivory labor of which you so carefully kept cucked in your orbital confines, jizzing out a massive load all over his feet, drenching them in thick, goopy noodles of semen-lubed spermglue, the sight of your seed finally bussed all over his feet damn-near surreal as you saw him subtly wriggle his toes, dripping with your milk, with Brian "Mmmmmmmmph"ing as he licked his lips, with you full-well knowing that his tail was wagging wildly as he satisfyingly told you that you're a "Good boy~"

But I'm getting ahead of myself--you don't give a fuck about my fantasizes, or hypotheticals between you and him--you're here because you give a fuck about Brian!

After gazing longingly at his paws, he put them back to work again, and this time, louder and messier than before~ The labrador watched as his chubby steppers pumped his dick, which upon the first foot-thrust had made him pour out a massive amount of pre-splooge, now causing him to tingle happily as he felt that glob work its way down his length while he kept footstroking himself, the precum landing on his knot before running off its curvature, all of that happening while his ears raised to fully take in that SLSH, SLSSH, SLSH, SLSHS, SLSSH, SLSH, SLSSH, SLSH, SLSH, his wet soles and toes polishing his red rocket, making him grip the armrests on either side of him as he could feel his raging genital gift him with the spoils of self-indulgance, ready to challenge his consciousness' endurance, which he was ready to potentially give up as he then stroked himself faster, SLSH-SLSH-SLSH-SLH-SHLS-SLSH-SLSSH-SLSH-SLSH-SLH-SLSSH-SLSH-SLSSH-SLHS-SLSSH-SLSH, the footfucking making his maw idly hung, eyes directed right onto that stiff staff, his paws' pumping causing his balls to bounce even harder, feeling them lightly pound against the edge of the seat as he went even faster, FUCKING his feet, pleasing his incarnate lust, watching it messily SPEW out precum, landing haphazardly on his toes, having him pant louder and louder, experiencing something beginning to brew in the base of his cock...he honed in on that feeling, focusing on how it made his face look so spellbound, his tongue drooling onto his chest as he kept up the pace, the underfeet completely soaking wet, glistening in saliva and semen, arousingly complimenting his moist cock, the delicious visual sandwich of foot-cock-foot having him instinctually attuned to it for every single second that passed by, that brewing feeling starting to expand beyond the base of his cock, tunneling up towards the shaft...he could feel it, oh god, he could feel it, if only he knew how fucking hard this was making me feel describing it in hyper detail the events that were occuring, fucking watching his cock precumming constantly, his heartbeat raging through his eardrums, the smell noisily vacuumed into his big nose, oh fuck, oh god, oh SHIT--

SLSHSLHSLHSLHSHLSHLSHLSHLSHLSHSLHSLHSHLSHLSLHSLSHLSLSLLLLLSLSLSSHLSLHSLSLSSSSSHHHHHHHH--

"O-oh f--"

SSPPPLLUUUTTSPPLLUUURTSSPLORTSPPLLUURTSPPPLLUUURPPPLOOOORRPPKKKLOORTTPPLKOORRUUPT~!

Brian couldn't speak as his cock CUMBUSSTED, slimy ropes of his seed shot high into the air like a Super Soaker, the sensation of his cock aching from all that time spent rubbing it and the soreness of his urethra spewing each rope so fucking high and so fucking hard made Brian see double then triple then quadruple, every spasm his dick angrily offered him made his spread-again legs tense up and his feet clench and spread, his stomach tightening so hard as that powerful orgasm was finally being freed, finally being liberated after a week of stirring around in his nuts...and soon, the spermfall had stopped.

Cathartically, the dog's legs collapsed onto the couch, his gut relaxes as the noise of his slow pants filled the room...

Haaaahh, hhhaaaahh, hhhaaaah, hhhaaahh, hhhhaaaahh....

With slow eye blinks, Brian gently squeezed his ears, relieved that the masturbation had finally ended, that the madness his mind entered while in the heat of the moment already waning away as he laid there for a moment...then, after recovering from his afterglow, he got up, his paws landing in the spermy spewage within the carpet as he stretched, soon picking up his script, stained with half-dried wine and semen, the smell almost wanting him to suckle the flavor from those pages...

Then he remembered why he was in this position in the first place, and began running around on all fours excitedly all over the place, "AARRROOORROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"'ing all the way.

...But...going back to his paws, about his paws, yeah....maybe he gives you the chance to fuck them~ I know you so desperately want to hold his wet feet, your fingertips and palms instantly moist upon contact, lining them up to your happy lap, placing them together on your cock, either side of your shaft suffocated in a wall of insoles, and you proceed to fuck his paws, pumping your shaft from base to head repeatedly as each inch of your dick feeling his vanilla stompers being grinded on it makes your body shiver, your spine tingling once you meet the eyes of your Dommydoggy, smiling smugly at you, knowing you've wanted to do this for a long while, knowing this must be a massive relief for you as you finally get the chance to...

Oh, it's over?

Okay, story's over. Sorry.

THE END~