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", "writing": "[i]Story written in second person perspective and in the present tense for the sake of immersion.\nProtagonist: Finn Spencer, a black and rust Rottweiler, 31 years old.\nThe other characters: \nHenry: colleague and recent acquaintance: equine (mustang), brown with white stripes, 32 years old.\nSimon: long time friend from high-school, white Husky, 29 years old.\nTommy Spencer: your only son, also a black and rust Rottweiler, 11 years old[/i]\n[u]\n[b]Introduction / Part 1: Wrong Pair[/b][/u]\n\nAs the doorbell rings incessantly, you walk briskly to your front door. It's 9PM, what idiot decided now was the time for an impromptu visit? A few feet from the door, you swear under your breath: god damn it you forgot about poker night. With everything that happened today at work you were way too tired to remember or plan for the evening. You just wanted to get to bed early. When you open the door you can only smile at the two clowns outside. Henry, the big mustang from your workplace is playing tunes on the doorbell, and Simon is casually trying to climb over your garden fence.\n\n\"What the fuck are you guys DOING!'' You ask, feigning exasperation. \"Hang on, let me go buy a gun.''\n\n\"Maybe you need to answer your door faster. I'm just testing your security mate, they pay good money for this kind of service.'' says Simon while climbing down from the wooden fence.\n\n\"Not a bad idea.'' replies Henry as he keeps ringing your doorbell \"If you shot Simon in the face it would improve his chances with the ladies.'' \n\n\"Get fucked, horsey, I don't see any mares in your harem!''\n\nThe two friends laugh. You introduced them to each other only a short while ago, and they're already best buddies. You know from your high-school days that Simon is gay, but he is not open about it. Henry is straight, or so he says, but you know Simon will eventually try to flirt with him. Hopefully it does not ruin the friendship between the three of you. Simon had tried it with you, a short while after Sharon, your ex-wife, left you for her boss. He dropped some hints, even tried to get you in an adventurous mood several times using booze and thinly veiled innuendos masked as comedy, but every time, you just smiled and shook your head, not making a big deal out of it. He did not insist for very long.\n\nIt's not him. He is definitely a cute dog, in his own way. And you have tried sex with both genders: you really do not have a preference. Sure, he is not exactly your type, but you liked that he always has sort of... a horny feeling about him. Like he is always ready to fuck anything in arms' reach. No, he definitely was not the problem. The problem was that you were already in a relationship, one that neither he or anyone else could ever know about.\n\n\"Look, guys, I'm sorry, I forgot about poker night. I haven't prepared anything.'' you tell your friends apologetically.\n\n\"We figured you wouldn't. Henry bought all the snacks and I brought some alcohol and the poker set.'' Simon replies.\n\n\"Oh damn, that's really sweet of you guys but I am soooo tired. I was about to pass out.'' you nearly yawn.\n\nHenry works at the same business as you, he knows what your day was like. He puts one hand on your shoulders and sighs:\n\n\"Buddy, fair enough. I had to do 27 deliveries today. Twenty-seven! I can't begin to guess how it was in the warehouse. You guys did such a great job. If you're too tired to play it's okay, we'll leave you alone.''\n\n\"Naaah, fuck it. Come on in, we'll set up in the living room. I put Tommy to bed already so just don't be too loud.'' you concede, not wanting to ruin their own evening.\n\n\"Bedtime before 9PM? Are you a helicopter mom or something? If I was your child I'd unionize, stage a revolt. Isn't he 12 years old already? As his honorary uncle it's time I show him how to fight back.'' says Simon.\n\n\"It was his choice. He ate dinner then felt like taking a nap. Believe me the boy already knows how to practice civil disobedience. And if you were my son I'd throw you on the motorway just before I blew my brains out.'' you reply, defending your parenting.\n\n\"Boys, boys, let us save all the best banter for when the cards are in our hands.'' Henry interjects, always the one most looking forward to playing poker.\n\nThe games themselves are always friendly. Some money exchanges hands, but never enough to create sore feelings. Usually, Henry comes out ahead: he's hard to bluff or bait and holds his beer better than you or Simon. But it does not matter that much, as he just spends the money on buying you and Simon a couple rounds or lunches the next few days anyways. In contrast, on the rare occasions when you win, you always buy a toy or some new clothes for your own kid, and of course, when Simon wins, he always spends it at a bar, trying to get some tail.\n\nToday is no different, although you are so tired that you end up losing your seat early, calling a bluff by Simon by going all-in, losing everything to his higher pair. You are fine with it, it will allow you to go rest your tired body on the couch a few feet away from the poker table. They are still duking it out, Simon having gained a solid lead over Henry thanks to you. The couch is turned away from them towards the TV, and by habit you turn your screen on at low volume: a random soccer match appears and you try to concentrate on it to keep yourself awake. You can hear Simon and Henry haranguing each other over a hand - you try to watch the game but you can only make the colors of their jerseys, your vision blurred by fatigue and alcohol - you shut your eyes, just for a minute... just to rest them for a bit.\n\n-------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nWhen you wake up, besides the muffled sounds of the TV spurting out an ad, the room is completely silent. They must have gone home. You don't know how long you slept, you're still very groggy and trying to get your bearings, but you do know you were having a very pleasant dream. You can't remember what it was, but you know it was a wet dream because you're feeling warmth and wet down there. Wait a second: as you try to stand up, you meet some resistance. There's a weight on your crotch... you realize that it's not a remnant of a dream you're feeling, it is the very warm tongue and muzzle of your loving son wrapped around your cock head. He is kneeling between your legs, and it looks like he has undone your trousers to laboriously massage your shaft with his muzzle and tongue. Your sudden movement forward plunged a lot more of yourself inside his mouth than he was prepared for, and he gags accordingly. You see every color of the rainbow for a split second and slam back into the couch.\n\n\"Holy fuck Tommy. What... what are you doing out of bed, is it morning already?'' you mumble, still trying to wake up.\n\nSliding his muzzle away from your cock to reply, he smiles happily and spits out a bit of saliva. You notice there's no precum, so he must have just started. \n\n\"Nah, I got hungry! You said when I got hungry at night -'' he replies, all smiles.\n\n\"That's a good boy! I do remember that, but it was a while ago. No matter, keep going like that and I'll give you some dinner real soon.'' you say in a soft, dreamy tone.\n\nGrabbing his little head with your right paw, you push it back down, ready to spend yet another blissful moment with your son; \n\nAs he ages, he asks for more of these every day. When you wake up in the morning, he has already climbed onto your bed, trying to unwrap your underwear... When you sit down by yourself to eat your lunch, he's already under the table, nearly making you fall out of your chair from the jump-scare when his little muzzle appears between your legs, his tongue sticking out. But who on earth can resist those puppy eyes, always so innocent and joyful even though what he wants defies every law, every moral code.\n\nYou sigh. As his muzzle envelops your long and pointy canine shaft, his warm saliva helping the tip of your cock slide into his throat, the boy brings his tongue out to lick the beginning of your knot. He really is irresistible. You close your eyes once again, and let your head rest on the back of the couch. You could not have asked for a better way to end what has been a difficult - \n\n\"Finn... We're still here. Are you... are you fucking your own kid?'' Simon's uncertain voice breaks the warm atmosphere like a baseball bat through the back of your head.\n\nIn one single second, you go from a calm, pleasant feeling to the coldest sweat. Time slows down, and now you process several facts in a few seconds that feel like an eternity. The TV is no longer showing ads, but instead went back to a soccer match: the same soccer match as before... very slowly, cold sweat running down your neck, you turn your head behind you and watch as your two shocked and horrified friends watch you and Tommy from the poker table. \n\nAnd finally, you process how this could happen, the final nail in the coffin: the fact that although you were planning to do so, you never told Tommy that what you were doing was wrong, forbidden. You never explained to him why no one could ever know about it. You had done the bare minimum to keep him quiet about it: \"You shouldn't speak to strangers and anyone at school about your family's private life, about what happens at home''. He had asked if other father and sons did the things you and he did. And because you did not know what to say, you took a shortcut. You did not want him to know that it was wrong, illegal, forbidden in every possible way, so you had lied: \"Yes, some people do it, but never talk about it outside of home, it's very rude, like being naked outside.\" So it was absolutely, a hundred percent your fault. It made perfect sense for him to not be too worried about doing it in front of your friends, and since you were asleep, you couldn't stop him in time. \n\nYou had planned to explain it all to him, but you had put it off... delayed it... so that he wouldn't lose this sense of joyful innocence that made you feel so happy when he kissed you, and so horny when he pleasured you. \n\n\"Oh... what the fuck. OH GOD, Tommy, what are you doing!'' you yell.\n\nFeigning surprise and disgust in a desperate attempt to save yourself, you push him away. In your abject state of terror, you push him too hard: he falls backwards, hitting the wall next to the TV. Wrenched away from you, he looks up at you eyes wide in surprise from being screamed at. Looks like he bumped his shoulder as he fell, but he has not registered the pain yet:\n\n\"Wh... why?'' your son asks, confused.\n\n\"HOW DID YOU THINK THIS WAS OKAY! ARE YOU INSANE! WHO TAUGHT YOU HOW TO DO THIS!'' you scream.\n\n\"But, but -''\n\nRubbing his shoulders in pain, confused and afraid that he did something terribly wrong, his eyes fill with tears. At this sight, your own eyes swell up with tears. Your behaviour must make no sense to him, he does not deserve any of this. But you need to save yourself, even if you feel an extreme sense of shame for it. You swallow your emotions: you will fix this later, you have to survive, if it is even possible to do so.\n\n\"GO TO YOUR ROOM!'' you yell at him, feigning anger.\n\n\"Daddy what did I do wrong -``\n\n\"GO TO YOUR ROOM NOW! IMMEDIATELY! YOU'RE GROUNDED!'' you repeat in the same, forced tone.\n\nBawling his eyes out, in pain and now certain he did something terribly wrong, Tommy runs away, and you hear him climb the stairs, sobbing. Wiping your own tears with your shirt, you turn to your two silent guests.\n\n\"Guys, I'm so sorry, I don't know how it could have happened, he must have seen it on the internet or something.'' you say, trying to sound confused.\n\nThe dead expression on your guests' faces speaks volume. For a moment, they stay silent. They are waiting for the other one to speak out first. Henry looks pale, his face shifting from shock to anger. Simon looks more angry than disgusted, so he speaks up first:\n\n\"Do you think we're some kind of retards? You were enjoying it until we told you we were still here.''\n\n\"You're... one of those sick people? There's no way around, I'm trying to rule it out but-'' Henry speaks slowly. \n\n\"Guys, I didn't know. I was half asleep, I was dreaming about my ex. You can't blame me, I was fucking sleeping.'' you plead, almost desperately now.\n\nYou can see Henry has a brief moment of hope. Maybe this can be explained this way. Maybe it is all a misunderstanding. But only for a brief moment. He frowns, then speaks up slowly:\n\n\"You called him by name. We heard you. You said: Tommy. You even said he was a good boy''\n\n\"Can you stop bullshitting us? Hello? You've known me for a long time, you know I'm not this stupid.'' Simon shouts. ``What the kid did... there's no way that was his first time!'' \n\nYou decide to switch it up. Sometimes offence is the best defence:\n\n\"I could ask you the same thing: why didn't you guys stop him? Why the fuck did you let him continue? I should be mad at you!''\n\nEvidently, this is not one of those times:\n\n\"You can't put that on us. Don't you dare. Your kid came down the stairs, said hello and said that he was hungry. I told him you were asleep and he said... what did he say?'' roars Simon.\n\n\"He said that it was okay, that he was allowed to. But we didn't know what he meant. I had a good hand so I wasn't... I wasn't watching what he was doing!'' adds Henry.\n\n\"The next minute he plonks down between your legs, unzips and starts blowing you. I didn't believe it. I didn't want to assume but -'' says Simon.\n\n\"Oh god. We have to leave. I think we have to... we have to call the cops, otherwise we're involved.'' Henry cries, on the verge of panic.\n\nThe stallion is sweating out of fear now. He seems to be taking this way more badly than Simon, and trying to assign some guilt to them has only made it worse. This is all falling apart so fast.\n\n\"Guys, please... don't go down this way. I swear -''\n\nSimon gets angrier and angrier. He stomps his fist on the table:\n\n\"Tell us the truth god damnit. Explain yourself. At least give us that.'' Simon shouts, his voice shaking as he sets his jaw.\n\n\"No, what's there to explain... we have to leave. I'm fucking leaving!'' says Henry, standing up.\n\nIn no time at all, you come to the realization that there is no escaping this. It is a weird feeling. You know there is no way out, violence is out of the question, so what is there to do? You sit back down, and put your face into your paws. Seeing you in distress calms Simon down. You have been friends with him a long time, maybe a bit more than friends. But Henry is, perhaps predictably, panicking. He is usually so even-tempered, you would be more surprised at the contrast if your life was not falling apart at the moment. Simon notices it too and turns towards him:\n\n\"Henry, calm the fuck down. You're going to ruin this guy's life? For what? I know him. He's not a bad guy. And his kid, I know this for sure. His kid isn't a victim. Let's give him a shot to come clean.''\n\nWhen you finally look up to them, your eyes are filled with tears.\n\n\"Guys, I'll tell the truth now. I'm sorry about all of this. I panicked. I know I've fucked it all up, but before we do this can I tell Tommy he didn't do anything wrong? I made him cry, I pushed him... I think I hurt his shoulder. Can I tell him everything is going to be ok?''\n\nHenry stands up to this whole height, leans over the table and points a finger at you menacingly:\n\n\"No way, there's no way we let you talk to him alone!'' he roars.\n\n\"Call him down here. You can tell him in front of us, can't you?'' replies Simon, in a more reasonable tone.\n\n\"Yeah. Fair enough. Thank you.'' you agree to the condition.\n\nTaking a few steps towards the stairs, you call Tommy. Once you hear him open his door, with a broken voice, you tell him to come back down. He comes down the stairs, his eyes still red. Silently, you nod at him and point at the living room. When you sit back down in front of your guests, Tommy goes to the corner of the room, his eyes fixed to the floor. \n\n\"Tommy, I'm sorry I shouted at you. Are you still hurting? Can we take a look at your shoulder?'' you sigh.\n\n\"Daddy, I'm sorry. I shouldn't, I shouldn't have done it. Uncle Simon and Mr Henry. I'm sorry I -\"\n\n\"Tom, stop it, it wasn't your fault. It was never your fault, it was me. This is on me. I have to tell the truth now, to them... and to you. But first, is your shoulder still hurting, can we take a look at it?'' you enquire, in a calm, but defeated tone.\n\n\"Yeah. Okay.'' replies your son.\n\nStretching the neck of his pyjamas, he shows all three of you his left shoulder. It took a small blow, but it seems like a minor contusion.\n\n\"I'm so, so sorry. Let's put some ice on it.'' you say, contrite.\n\n\"I'll do it, if that's allright.'' Henry's voice is as cold as the ice he goes to fetch from your freezer. \n\nHe wraps it around a towel, brings it to Tommy, then shows him how to press it against the hurt part. Tommy doesn't seem to care enough to keep it fixed there, he lets a few ice cubes fall on the floor, so the mustang brings a chair from the poker table to your son and sits next to him, holding the ice tight to his shoulder. After a few seconds of wriggling, Tommy settles on sitting on the stallion's knees.\n\n\"Thank you, Mr. Henry.'' sniffles the boy.\n\nHenry cracks a small smile now that he finally feels like he is doing something good, but he still looks... pale... afraid. Now that you calmed down and now that you are more resigned to your fate, you can see more clearly how nervous he is.\n\n\"Finn?'' insists Simon.\n\n\"Okay, you want the truth, here's the truth: Am I letting my son blow me, yes. Am I the worst piece of shit ever? Yes. What else is there to say.'' you blurt out.\n\n\"Why is he doing it?'' asks Simon.\n\n\"It's a long story, I don't think you want to hear it.'' you reply.\n\n\"I think we very much do need to hear it, unless you want us to leave things as they are. I wouldn't recommend that.'' threatens Simon.\n\n\"Fine. Okay.'' You pause, wondering where to start. There is no good way to tell this story, but you've got nothing left to lose at this point\n\n\"One year ago, after his mom left us, he jumped into the shower with me while I was trying to get one off. Yeah. I know... it sounds like I'm making it up but I swear that's exactly what happened. I tried to hide it from him, but he reached for my junk, to touch it, to play with it. And I was... I was in a weird space, a bit drunk... piece of shit that I am, I let him.'' you explain, your head bowed down in shame. \n\nTommy adds his own side to the story:\n\n\"I knew I could make him feel good, like in the porn videos!''\n\n\"You let him watch porn?'' asks Henry, accusingly.\n\n\"His smartphone was locked down pretty tight, but mine wasn't, and I did have Pornhub on it, and he saw me input the code and -`` you defend yourself, as if it mattered at this point.\n\n\"So he just... did that? Jumped in your shower and played with your cock, out of the blue? You expect us to believe that?'' says Simon, incredulously.\n\n\"Yeah, pretty much. He had his reasons, really bad ones at that, but I talked it through with him after we dried up.'' you reply.\n\n\"Hang on, back up, what exactly happened in the shower?'' asks Henry.\n\n\"One thing led to another and he finished me right then and there. I didn't expect him to go this far, but he just went straight for it. I was edging already so it kind of just... happened. Yeah. I know. I have no excuses.'' you recount, your head still hanging low as Simon and Henry stay silent.\n\nSimon adds another contribution:\n\n\"I did it because of Mom!''\n\n\"What?'' replies Simon.\n\nYou answer in Tommy's stead:\n\n\"After a very awkward moment, I took him back to his room, I asked him why he had done it. He said it was because he overheard his mother tell me she was leaving me because I wasn't taking care of her, that I didn't make her feel good during sex. Just another one of the horrible things she yelled at me before the divorce. And since he didn't want me to leave him the same way his mother left him, he figured -\"\n\n\"I thought if I took care of Daddy he wouldn't leave me like Mom did. I googled how to do it on the internet!'' Tommy blurts out, adding his side of the story. \"But daddy said that I got it wrong. That he would never leave me and that he didn't need anything to stay with me.'' \n\nSilently, Simon and Henry look at each other. They are unsure of what to do next. You and your son are telling the same story, at least. You are nearly completing each others' sentences. The routine would be funny, cute even, without this train-wreck of a context. Simon, in the universal gesture of \"I have no idea'', shrugs and asks:\n\n\"So, how come you're still doing it then?''\n\n\"Some of it went in my mouth, I liked the taste!'' Tommy answers joyfully, oblivious of how bad it sounds.\n\n\"Tommy -'' you sigh.\n\n\"Oh, sorry... you didn't want me to tell them?'' he asks, sheepishly. \"Look, Tommy, the reason they're mad is because I lied to you. No one else does this. It's forbidden.'' you reply.\n\n\"But you said -\"\n\n\"Forget what I said. I lied. It's completely wrong. A parent should never have sex with his children. I should never have done it.'' you explain, in a defeated voice.\n\n\"Why?'' asks Tommy.\n\nThere are lots of reasons why, none of which you want to tell him yourself. You turn to your two guests:\n\n\"Good question. Simon, Henry? Why?''\n\n\"It's rape. Pure and simple. You're abusing him, and it has to stop.'' preaches Henry.\n\nHenry says these words with nearly enough conviction that you would believe him. But there is something in his voice, and in his eyes. He is looking away as he says it. And then you see something: Shifting his legs around, he's trying to hide a hard on the size of a tree trunk under his jeans. The bulge grew steadily down his left leg. You shift your gaze towards Simon to see if he noticed it too, and you see he is way ahead of you, smiling mischievously. He definitely noticed. You would not be surprised if even Tommy ends up spotting it too, sitting so close to it. Simon turns back towards you, a new glint in his eyes. He has made up his mind on something.\n\n\"But you're not hurting him, right? Are you forcing yourself on him? Are you hitting him, threatening him?'' he asks in a demanding tone. But you have a feeling he already knows the answer to that. \n\n\"Never. I think the last time I hurt him was six, seven years ago: I gave him a slap in anger because he broke a laptop screen, and I still have bad dreams about that.'' you answer frankly.\n\n\"I don't even remember that!'' adds Tommy.\n\n\"Except today, when you threw him against the wall?'' Henry interrupts, accusingly.\n\n\"Today was an accident. I wasn't thinking straight. I was panicking and I didn't mean to make him fall over backwards. Tommy, do you forgive me?'' you reply, looking straight at Tommy with a few tears back in your eyes.\n\n\"Of course Dad! It doesn't even hurt anymore. Mr Henry made it all better with the ice and -'' Tommy, still sitting on the stallion's knees, tries to lean back and one of his paws touches the enormous bulge under the stallion's pants by mistake.\n\n\"Huh, Mr Henry, what is -``\n\n\"Sorry, kid, let me, huh, just stand over there, okay? I think we can stop it with the ice.'' Henry says quickly, pushing the pup down from his knees.\n\nBriskly, the horse walks to the kitchen and drops the ice in the sink. You cannot help but notice he's not walking exactly straight. When he comes back, he does not sit back down, preferring to stand behind a tall chair.\n\nSmiling from ear to ear, Simon resumes the conversation:\n\n\"Well, I'm satisfied you're not hurting your kid. It's statutory, yes, but he seems to have initiated it.''\n\n\"That doesn't make it better! The kid is only... only twelve!'' Henry disagrees.\n\n\"Eleven.'' you correct him.\n\n\"Eleven! How can you be okay with this Simon, are you blind or something?''\n\n\"It's not my cup of tea, sure, but I don't think we should send Finn to a max security prison wing for it. And if we call the cops, then what? They'd send Tommy to a group home. I was raised in one of those, I can guarantee you we do NOT want that.'' Simon replies, in a darker, more serious tone. You know he was raised an orphan, even though he very rarely speaks about it. \n\n\"If we don't call the cops we're accomplices! We could go to prison for this!'' Henry replies.\n\n\"How? After tonight I'm sure neither he or Tommy would say anything to anyone ever again, right kid?'' Simon says, directing his question at your son.\n\n\"Yes. I'm sorry. I'll never do it again in front of anyone. If it's like this. I don't want dad to get in trouble.'' Tommy mutters.\n\n\"See? He's okay, it won't happen again, and nothing needs to come of this.'' Simon adds.\n\n\"That's insane... If he ever gets caught, and we have to testify one day, we'd both be in trouble if we don't do anything about it!'' Henry argues.\n\n\"Well, what did we see exactly? We didn't see any kind of rape, since Finn was asleep at the time. At worst, someone could blame us for not making sure the kid gets some counselling, but we can hardly go to jail for that.'' Simon reasons.\n\n\"We... I don't... You think?'' Henry sounds confused, but hopeful. He never wanted to be thrust into this situation to begin with.\n\n\"Definitely. There's nothing here that needs to end in drama.'' Simon reassures him.\n\n\"Well, maybe it's fine then. Maybe we can just... pretend it didn't happen.'' the stallion says, nearly just for himself.\n\nIn awe, you watch Simon talk you out of this disaster. Not only is he taking your side, but he is also completely turning Henry around. Although you have a feeling he wants more from this situation than a simple ``pretend it didn't happen''. Where is he going with this?\n\n\"So, are you okay now Henry? You won't call the cops on my buddy Finn here?''\n\n\"Yeah... okay. But he has to stop, right? We have to make him stop.'' Henry says, trying to convince himself.\n\n\"Well, first I'd like to hear more about what actually happened. Finn, how did you handle it after that day in the shower? We need to know.''\n\nSurprised by the question, you look at Simon questioningly. Then you look at Henry, and you see him shift nervously. For someone who wants to pretend he saw nothing, he does not seem to be mind hearing more of your story. He even looks impatient. You oblige.\n\n\"Well, it was really awkward at first. He kept asking if we could do it again, and I kept saying no, but I didn't want to say why. I knew it was wrong, but I didn't want to make him feel guilty, or dirty.''\n\n\"But I kept asking!'' Tommy adds promptly. Even though he does not understand the situation completely, he knows he has to back you up.\n\n\"Every morning, every night, he kept asking if he could play with it again. And I was saying no, no, no. One night, when he went into my room again and asked me, I said yes, but it was to make it stop, in a twisted sort of way: I planned it by getting one out beforehand, so he wouldn't get anything out of me. I figured he'd get tired of this game.''\n\n\"He tried to trick me!'' the little pup shouts jovially, proud of himself.\n\nSmiling at Tommy, you pause and take a look at the rest of your audience, and see the results of Simon's line of questioning: Henry is eating every word, exhaling irregularly with a hungry look in his eyes. The big stallion can't help but be enthralled by the story. Even though he is clearly pure of heart, it is evident recounting these events have awakened a side of himself that he tried very hard to repress.\n\n\"Did... did it work?'' The mustang's eagerness to know more is almost like childish curiosity and wonder. You keep going:\n\n\"It didn't. Tommy, why don't you tell them what you did that evening?''\n\n\"I played with it a really long time! The longest time ever! Like... an hour!'' the pup exclaims proudly.\n\n\"How did you play with it?'' Simon inquires, egging the young boy for the details.\n\n\"I went flat on Daddy's belly, then I put my paws around it and then I licked it a lot, then I put it inside my mouth. Daddy kept saying it wouldn't work but I just put in my mouth more and more, and then he stopped saying anything... and I just licked it until he gave me some milk!''\n\n\"Guys, I'm not proud of it, but have you ever had someone attached to your cock for an entire hour when you're trying not to cum?'' you add, asking for some sympathy.\n\nHenry, gripping the chair now, answers your question by shaking his head, his expression somehow both dreamy and hungry. Simon, unsurprisingly, raises a paw:\n\n\"Been there done that.'' he replies, smiling ambiguously.\n\n\"The boy... he calls it milk? He means cum, right?'' Henry asks, already well aware of the answer.\n\n\"I know it's called cum, I'm not a dummy!'' Tommy protests.\n\n\"Tell Henry why you call it milk then.'' you ask your son.\n\n\"Because it tastes good, and I can eat it for breakfast and for dinner!'' Tommy replies joyously.\n\n\"You don't drink regular milk?'' Henry asks the cub.\n\n\"Nope! Even when Dad doesn't have anymore for me, I just wait a while longer, Daddy can make lots!''\n\n\"You... You let him eat it like food?'' Henry asks.\n\n\"I looked it up. Nutrition wise, it's not that bad. As long as he gets some vitamins by eating fruits and salads regularly, we save quite a lot of time on at least one meal a day.'' you reply sheepishly, not meeting his eyes.\n\nSimon uses this opportunity to drop a pretty big hint:\n\n\"I haven't seen your output, but I've seen my share of canine \"milk.'' and it doesn't seem like it'd be enough to replace a meal.''\n\nYou reply tit for tat, following his lead:\n\n\"Well he's growing up fast, and we're already to the point where he literally can't get enough from me. But I have some good volume. I can make him a couple bowls every day.''\n\n\"I can make a whole lot more than that!'' Henry blurts out.\n\nThree pair of eyes turn towards Henry. He puts his hands in front of his mouth. He visibly reddens, ashamed of what he just said.\n\n\"I mean, if we're purely speaking volume. That's just, like, you know, equines make a lot more.'' he tries to explain.\n\nSimon gives you a meaningful look, and you jump into the opening:\n\n\"Of course, that's a good idea! Tommy, what do you say? You're still hungry, right? Would you like it if Henry gave you some milk?''\n\nHenry opens his mouth from the shock, his eyes widening at the suggestion. But before he can protest, Tommy, your dutiful son and the love of your life, already answers enthusiastically:\n\n\"Could we? I've never tried somebody else! Oh please Henry could we could we?\n\nWhatever words were coming out of the stallion's mouth, they are strangled into a loud gulp. He knows by every law of the land he must refuse, but every fiber of his body is telling him to say yes. He takes a few steps back, his hands raised palms out as if to say no, but this only reveals the source of all his troubles: a long, long bulge all the way down his left leg. All the way down to his knees. The poor horse must be suffering like hell. Finally, he says a few words in a quiet, strangled tone.\n\n\"I shouldn't. This is... I should leave.''\n\nBut he does not.\n\n----------------- [i]CLIFFHANGERS ARE A BITCH. Hello, this is the author, I'll have part 2 for you tomorrow, enjoy the picture on AIFM's channel in the meantime (should be up in less than 24 hours) and feel free to comment if you like this style of writing! I've got plenty more to write, but I do need some feedback to see if I'm going in the right direction![/i]\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Story written in second person perspective and in the present tense for the sake of immersion.
Protagonist: Finn Spencer, a black and rust Rottweiler, 31 years old.
The other characters:
Henry: colleague and recent acquaintance: equine (mustang), brown with white stripes, 32 years old.
Simon: long time friend from high-school, white Husky, 29 years old.
Tommy Spencer: your only son, also a black and rust Rottweiler, 11 years old

Introduction / Part 1: Wrong Pair

As the doorbell rings incessantly, you walk briskly to your front door. It's 9PM, what idiot decided now was the time for an impromptu visit? A few feet from the door, you swear under your breath: god damn it you forgot about poker night. With everything that happened today at work you were way too tired to remember or plan for the evening. You just wanted to get to bed early. When you open the door you can only smile at the two clowns outside. Henry, the big mustang from your workplace is playing tunes on the doorbell, and Simon is casually trying to climb over your garden fence.

"What the fuck are you guys DOING!'' You ask, feigning exasperation. "Hang on, let me go buy a gun.''

"Maybe you need to answer your door faster. I'm just testing your security mate, they pay good money for this kind of service.'' says Simon while climbing down from the wooden fence.

"Not a bad idea.'' replies Henry as he keeps ringing your doorbell "If you shot Simon in the face it would improve his chances with the ladies.''

"Get fucked, horsey, I don't see any mares in your harem!''

The two friends laugh. You introduced them to each other only a short while ago, and they're already best buddies. You know from your high-school days that Simon is gay, but he is not open about it. Henry is straight, or so he says, but you know Simon will eventually try to flirt with him. Hopefully it does not ruin the friendship between the three of you. Simon had tried it with you, a short while after Sharon, your ex-wife, left you for her boss. He dropped some hints, even tried to get you in an adventurous mood several times using booze and thinly veiled innuendos masked as comedy, but every time, you just smiled and shook your head, not making a big deal out of it. He did not insist for very long.

It's not him. He is definitely a cute dog, in his own way. And you have tried sex with both genders: you really do not have a preference. Sure, he is not exactly your type, but you liked that he always has sort of... a horny feeling about him. Like he is always ready to fuck anything in arms' reach. No, he definitely was not the problem. The problem was that you were already in a relationship, one that neither he or anyone else could ever know about.

"Look, guys, I'm sorry, I forgot about poker night. I haven't prepared anything.'' you tell your friends apologetically.

"We figured you wouldn't. Henry bought all the snacks and I brought some alcohol and the poker set.'' Simon replies.

"Oh damn, that's really sweet of you guys but I am soooo tired. I was about to pass out.'' you nearly yawn.

Henry works at the same business as you, he knows what your day was like. He puts one hand on your shoulders and sighs:

"Buddy, fair enough. I had to do 27 deliveries today. Twenty-seven! I can't begin to guess how it was in the warehouse. You guys did such a great job. If you're too tired to play it's okay, we'll leave you alone.''

"Naaah, fuck it. Come on in, we'll set up in the living room. I put Tommy to bed already so just don't be too loud.'' you concede, not wanting to ruin their own evening.

"Bedtime before 9PM? Are you a helicopter mom or something? If I was your child I'd unionize, stage a revolt. Isn't he 12 years old already? As his honorary uncle it's time I show him how to fight back.'' says Simon.

"It was his choice. He ate dinner then felt like taking a nap. Believe me the boy already knows how to practice civil disobedience. And if you were my son I'd throw you on the motorway just before I blew my brains out.'' you reply, defending your parenting.

"Boys, boys, let us save all the best banter for when the cards are in our hands.'' Henry interjects, always the one most looking forward to playing poker.

The games themselves are always friendly. Some money exchanges hands, but never enough to create sore feelings. Usually, Henry comes out ahead: he's hard to bluff or bait and holds his beer better than you or Simon. But it does not matter that much, as he just spends the money on buying you and Simon a couple rounds or lunches the next few days anyways. In contrast, on the rare occasions when you win, you always buy a toy or some new clothes for your own kid, and of course, when Simon wins, he always spends it at a bar, trying to get some tail.

Today is no different, although you are so tired that you end up losing your seat early, calling a bluff by Simon by going all-in, losing everything to his higher pair. You are fine with it, it will allow you to go rest your tired body on the couch a few feet away from the poker table. They are still duking it out, Simon having gained a solid lead over Henry thanks to you. The couch is turned away from them towards the TV, and by habit you turn your screen on at low volume: a random soccer match appears and you try to concentrate on it to keep yourself awake. You can hear Simon and Henry haranguing each other over a hand - you try to watch the game but you can only make the colors of their jerseys, your vision blurred by fatigue and alcohol - you shut your eyes, just for a minute... just to rest them for a bit.

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When you wake up, besides the muffled sounds of the TV spurting out an ad, the room is completely silent. They must have gone home. You don't know how long you slept, you're still very groggy and trying to get your bearings, but you do know you were having a very pleasant dream. You can't remember what it was, but you know it was a wet dream because you're feeling warmth and wet down there. Wait a second: as you try to stand up, you meet some resistance. There's a weight on your crotch... you realize that it's not a remnant of a dream you're feeling, it is the very warm tongue and muzzle of your loving son wrapped around your cock head. He is kneeling between your legs, and it looks like he has undone your trousers to laboriously massage your shaft with his muzzle and tongue. Your sudden movement forward plunged a lot more of yourself inside his mouth than he was prepared for, and he gags accordingly. You see every color of the rainbow for a split second and slam back into the couch.

"Holy fuck Tommy. What... what are you doing out of bed, is it morning already?'' you mumble, still trying to wake up.

Sliding his muzzle away from your cock to reply, he smiles happily and spits out a bit of saliva. You notice there's no precum, so he must have just started.

"Nah, I got hungry! You said when I got hungry at night -'' he replies, all smiles.

"That's a good boy! I do remember that, but it was a while ago. No matter, keep going like that and I'll give you some dinner real soon.'' you say in a soft, dreamy tone.

Grabbing his little head with your right paw, you push it back down, ready to spend yet another blissful moment with your son;

As he ages, he asks for more of these every day. When you wake up in the morning, he has already climbed onto your bed, trying to unwrap your underwear... When you sit down by yourself to eat your lunch, he's already under the table, nearly making you fall out of your chair from the jump-scare when his little muzzle appears between your legs, his tongue sticking out. But who on earth can resist those puppy eyes, always so innocent and joyful even though what he wants defies every law, every moral code.

You sigh. As his muzzle envelops your long and pointy canine shaft, his warm saliva helping the tip of your cock slide into his throat, the boy brings his tongue out to lick the beginning of your knot. He really is irresistible. You close your eyes once again, and let your head rest on the back of the couch. You could not have asked for a better way to end what has been a difficult -

"Finn... We're still here. Are you... are you fucking your own kid?'' Simon's uncertain voice breaks the warm atmosphere like a baseball bat through the back of your head.

In one single second, you go from a calm, pleasant feeling to the coldest sweat. Time slows down, and now you process several facts in a few seconds that feel like an eternity. The TV is no longer showing ads, but instead went back to a soccer match: the same soccer match as before... very slowly, cold sweat running down your neck, you turn your head behind you and watch as your two shocked and horrified friends watch you and Tommy from the poker table.

And finally, you process how this could happen, the final nail in the coffin: the fact that although you were planning to do so, you never told Tommy that what you were doing was wrong, forbidden. You never explained to him why no one could ever know about it. You had done the bare minimum to keep him quiet about it: "You shouldn't speak to strangers and anyone at school about your family's private life, about what happens at home''. He had asked if other father and sons did the things you and he did. And because you did not know what to say, you took a shortcut. You did not want him to know that it was wrong, illegal, forbidden in every possible way, so you had lied: "Yes, some people do it, but never talk about it outside of home, it's very rude, like being naked outside." So it was absolutely, a hundred percent your fault. It made perfect sense for him to not be too worried about doing it in front of your friends, and since you were asleep, you couldn't stop him in time.

You had planned to explain it all to him, but you had put it off... delayed it... so that he wouldn't lose this sense of joyful innocence that made you feel so happy when he kissed you, and so horny when he pleasured you.

"Oh... what the fuck. OH GOD, Tommy, what are you doing!'' you yell.

Feigning surprise and disgust in a desperate attempt to save yourself, you push him away. In your abject state of terror, you push him too hard: he falls backwards, hitting the wall next to the TV. Wrenched away from you, he looks up at you eyes wide in surprise from being screamed at. Looks like he bumped his shoulder as he fell, but he has not registered the pain yet:

"Wh... why?'' your son asks, confused.

"HOW DID YOU THINK THIS WAS OKAY! ARE YOU INSANE! WHO TAUGHT YOU HOW TO DO THIS!'' you scream.

"But, but -''

Rubbing his shoulders in pain, confused and afraid that he did something terribly wrong, his eyes fill with tears. At this sight, your own eyes swell up with tears. Your behaviour must make no sense to him, he does not deserve any of this. But you need to save yourself, even if you feel an extreme sense of shame for it. You swallow your emotions: you will fix this later, you have to survive, if it is even possible to do so.

"GO TO YOUR ROOM!'' you yell at him, feigning anger.

"Daddy what did I do wrong -``

"GO TO YOUR ROOM NOW! IMMEDIATELY! YOU'RE GROUNDED!'' you repeat in the same, forced tone.

Bawling his eyes out, in pain and now certain he did something terribly wrong, Tommy runs away, and you hear him climb the stairs, sobbing. Wiping your own tears with your shirt, you turn to your two silent guests.

"Guys, I'm so sorry, I don't know how it could have happened, he must have seen it on the internet or something.'' you say, trying to sound confused.

The dead expression on your guests' faces speaks volume. For a moment, they stay silent. They are waiting for the other one to speak out first. Henry looks pale, his face shifting from shock to anger. Simon looks more angry than disgusted, so he speaks up first:

"Do you think we're some kind of retards? You were enjoying it until we told you we were still here.''

"You're... one of those sick people? There's no way around, I'm trying to rule it out but-'' Henry speaks slowly.

"Guys, I didn't know. I was half asleep, I was dreaming about my ex. You can't blame me, I was fucking sleeping.'' you plead, almost desperately now.

You can see Henry has a brief moment of hope. Maybe this can be explained this way. Maybe it is all a misunderstanding. But only for a brief moment. He frowns, then speaks up slowly:

"You called him by name. We heard you. You said: Tommy. You even said he was a good boy''

"Can you stop bullshitting us? Hello? You've known me for a long time, you know I'm not this stupid.'' Simon shouts. ``What the kid did... there's no way that was his first time!''

You decide to switch it up. Sometimes offence is the best defence:

"I could ask you the same thing: why didn't you guys stop him? Why the fuck did you let him continue? I should be mad at you!''

Evidently, this is not one of those times:

"You can't put that on us. Don't you dare. Your kid came down the stairs, said hello and said that he was hungry. I told him you were asleep and he said... what did he say?'' roars Simon.

"He said that it was okay, that he was allowed to. But we didn't know what he meant. I had a good hand so I wasn't... I wasn't watching what he was doing!'' adds Henry.

"The next minute he plonks down between your legs, unzips and starts blowing you. I didn't believe it. I didn't want to assume but -'' says Simon.

"Oh god. We have to leave. I think we have to... we have to call the cops, otherwise we're involved.'' Henry cries, on the verge of panic.

The stallion is sweating out of fear now. He seems to be taking this way more badly than Simon, and trying to assign some guilt to them has only made it worse. This is all falling apart so fast.

"Guys, please... don't go down this way. I swear -''

Simon gets angrier and angrier. He stomps his fist on the table:

"Tell us the truth god damnit. Explain yourself. At least give us that.'' Simon shouts, his voice shaking as he sets his jaw.

"No, what's there to explain... we have to leave. I'm fucking leaving!'' says Henry, standing up.

In no time at all, you come to the realization that there is no escaping this. It is a weird feeling. You know there is no way out, violence is out of the question, so what is there to do? You sit back down, and put your face into your paws. Seeing you in distress calms Simon down. You have been friends with him a long time, maybe a bit more than friends. But Henry is, perhaps predictably, panicking. He is usually so even-tempered, you would be more surprised at the contrast if your life was not falling apart at the moment. Simon notices it too and turns towards him:

"Henry, calm the fuck down. You're going to ruin this guy's life? For what? I know him. He's not a bad guy. And his kid, I know this for sure. His kid isn't a victim. Let's give him a shot to come clean.''

When you finally look up to them, your eyes are filled with tears.

"Guys, I'll tell the truth now. I'm sorry about all of this. I panicked. I know I've fucked it all up, but before we do this can I tell Tommy he didn't do anything wrong? I made him cry, I pushed him... I think I hurt his shoulder. Can I tell him everything is going to be ok?''

Henry stands up to this whole height, leans over the table and points a finger at you menacingly:

"No way, there's no way we let you talk to him alone!'' he roars.

"Call him down here. You can tell him in front of us, can't you?'' replies Simon, in a more reasonable tone.

"Yeah. Fair enough. Thank you.'' you agree to the condition.

Taking a few steps towards the stairs, you call Tommy. Once you hear him open his door, with a broken voice, you tell him to come back down. He comes down the stairs, his eyes still red. Silently, you nod at him and point at the living room. When you sit back down in front of your guests, Tommy goes to the corner of the room, his eyes fixed to the floor.

"Tommy, I'm sorry I shouted at you. Are you still hurting? Can we take a look at your shoulder?'' you sigh.

"Daddy, I'm sorry. I shouldn't, I shouldn't have done it. Uncle Simon and Mr Henry. I'm sorry I -"

"Tom, stop it, it wasn't your fault. It was never your fault, it was me. This is on me. I have to tell the truth now, to them... and to you. But first, is your shoulder still hurting, can we take a look at it?'' you enquire, in a calm, but defeated tone.

"Yeah. Okay.'' replies your son.

Stretching the neck of his pyjamas, he shows all three of you his left shoulder. It took a small blow, but it seems like a minor contusion.

"I'm so, so sorry. Let's put some ice on it.'' you say, contrite.

"I'll do it, if that's allright.'' Henry's voice is as cold as the ice he goes to fetch from your freezer.

He wraps it around a towel, brings it to Tommy, then shows him how to press it against the hurt part. Tommy doesn't seem to care enough to keep it fixed there, he lets a few ice cubes fall on the floor, so the mustang brings a chair from the poker table to your son and sits next to him, holding the ice tight to his shoulder. After a few seconds of wriggling, Tommy settles on sitting on the stallion's knees.

"Thank you, Mr. Henry.'' sniffles the boy.

Henry cracks a small smile now that he finally feels like he is doing something good, but he still looks... pale... afraid. Now that you calmed down and now that you are more resigned to your fate, you can see more clearly how nervous he is.

"Finn?'' insists Simon.

"Okay, you want the truth, here's the truth: Am I letting my son blow me, yes. Am I the worst piece of shit ever? Yes. What else is there to say.'' you blurt out.

"Why is he doing it?'' asks Simon.

"It's a long story, I don't think you want to hear it.'' you reply.

"I think we very much do need to hear it, unless you want us to leave things as they are. I wouldn't recommend that.'' threatens Simon.

"Fine. Okay.'' You pause, wondering where to start. There is no good way to tell this story, but you've got nothing left to lose at this point

"One year ago, after his mom left us, he jumped into the shower with me while I was trying to get one off. Yeah. I know... it sounds like I'm making it up but I swear that's exactly what happened. I tried to hide it from him, but he reached for my junk, to touch it, to play with it. And I was... I was in a weird space, a bit drunk... piece of shit that I am, I let him.'' you explain, your head bowed down in shame.

Tommy adds his own side to the story:

"I knew I could make him feel good, like in the porn videos!''

"You let him watch porn?'' asks Henry, accusingly.

"His smartphone was locked down pretty tight, but mine wasn't, and I did have Pornhub on it, and he saw me input the code and -`` you defend yourself, as if it mattered at this point.

"So he just... did that? Jumped in your shower and played with your cock, out of the blue? You expect us to believe that?'' says Simon, incredulously.

"Yeah, pretty much. He had his reasons, really bad ones at that, but I talked it through with him after we dried up.'' you reply.

"Hang on, back up, what exactly happened in the shower?'' asks Henry.

"One thing led to another and he finished me right then and there. I didn't expect him to go this far, but he just went straight for it. I was edging already so it kind of just... happened. Yeah. I know. I have no excuses.'' you recount, your head still hanging low as Simon and Henry stay silent.

Simon adds another contribution:

"I did it because of Mom!''

"What?'' replies Simon.

You answer in Tommy's stead:

"After a very awkward moment, I took him back to his room, I asked him why he had done it. He said it was because he overheard his mother tell me she was leaving me because I wasn't taking care of her, that I didn't make her feel good during sex. Just another one of the horrible things she yelled at me before the divorce. And since he didn't want me to leave him the same way his mother left him, he figured -"

"I thought if I took care of Daddy he wouldn't leave me like Mom did. I googled how to do it on the internet!'' Tommy blurts out, adding his side of the story. "But daddy said that I got it wrong. That he would never leave me and that he didn't need anything to stay with me.''

Silently, Simon and Henry look at each other. They are unsure of what to do next. You and your son are telling the same story, at least. You are nearly completing each others' sentences. The routine would be funny, cute even, without this train-wreck of a context. Simon, in the universal gesture of "I have no idea'', shrugs and asks:

"So, how come you're still doing it then?''

"Some of it went in my mouth, I liked the taste!'' Tommy answers joyfully, oblivious of how bad it sounds.

"Tommy -'' you sigh.

"Oh, sorry... you didn't want me to tell them?'' he asks, sheepishly. "Look, Tommy, the reason they're mad is because I lied to you. No one else does this. It's forbidden.'' you reply.

"But you said -"

"Forget what I said. I lied. It's completely wrong. A parent should never have sex with his children. I should never have done it.'' you explain, in a defeated voice.

"Why?'' asks Tommy.

There are lots of reasons why, none of which you want to tell him yourself. You turn to your two guests:

"Good question. Simon, Henry? Why?''

"It's rape. Pure and simple. You're abusing him, and it has to stop.'' preaches Henry.

Henry says these words with nearly enough conviction that you would believe him. But there is something in his voice, and in his eyes. He is looking away as he says it. And then you see something: Shifting his legs around, he's trying to hide a hard on the size of a tree trunk under his jeans. The bulge grew steadily down his left leg. You shift your gaze towards Simon to see if he noticed it too, and you see he is way ahead of you, smiling mischievously. He definitely noticed. You would not be surprised if even Tommy ends up spotting it too, sitting so close to it. Simon turns back towards you, a new glint in his eyes. He has made up his mind on something.

"But you're not hurting him, right? Are you forcing yourself on him? Are you hitting him, threatening him?'' he asks in a demanding tone. But you have a feeling he already knows the answer to that.

"Never. I think the last time I hurt him was six, seven years ago: I gave him a slap in anger because he broke a laptop screen, and I still have bad dreams about that.'' you answer frankly.

"I don't even remember that!'' adds Tommy.

"Except today, when you threw him against the wall?'' Henry interrupts, accusingly.

"Today was an accident. I wasn't thinking straight. I was panicking and I didn't mean to make him fall over backwards. Tommy, do you forgive me?'' you reply, looking straight at Tommy with a few tears back in your eyes.

"Of course Dad! It doesn't even hurt anymore. Mr Henry made it all better with the ice and -'' Tommy, still sitting on the stallion's knees, tries to lean back and one of his paws touches the enormous bulge under the stallion's pants by mistake.

"Huh, Mr Henry, what is -``

"Sorry, kid, let me, huh, just stand over there, okay? I think we can stop it with the ice.'' Henry says quickly, pushing the pup down from his knees.

Briskly, the horse walks to the kitchen and drops the ice in the sink. You cannot help but notice he's not walking exactly straight. When he comes back, he does not sit back down, preferring to stand behind a tall chair.

Smiling from ear to ear, Simon resumes the conversation:

"Well, I'm satisfied you're not hurting your kid. It's statutory, yes, but he seems to have initiated it.''

"That doesn't make it better! The kid is only... only twelve!'' Henry disagrees.

"Eleven.'' you correct him.

"Eleven! How can you be okay with this Simon, are you blind or something?''

"It's not my cup of tea, sure, but I don't think we should send Finn to a max security prison wing for it. And if we call the cops, then what? They'd send Tommy to a group home. I was raised in one of those, I can guarantee you we do NOT want that.'' Simon replies, in a darker, more serious tone. You know he was raised an orphan, even though he very rarely speaks about it.

"If we don't call the cops we're accomplices! We could go to prison for this!'' Henry replies.

"How? After tonight I'm sure neither he or Tommy would say anything to anyone ever again, right kid?'' Simon says, directing his question at your son.

"Yes. I'm sorry. I'll never do it again in front of anyone. If it's like this. I don't want dad to get in trouble.'' Tommy mutters.

"See? He's okay, it won't happen again, and nothing needs to come of this.'' Simon adds.

"That's insane... If he ever gets caught, and we have to testify one day, we'd both be in trouble if we don't do anything about it!'' Henry argues.

"Well, what did we see exactly? We didn't see any kind of rape, since Finn was asleep at the time. At worst, someone could blame us for not making sure the kid gets some counselling, but we can hardly go to jail for that.'' Simon reasons.

"We... I don't... You think?'' Henry sounds confused, but hopeful. He never wanted to be thrust into this situation to begin with.

"Definitely. There's nothing here that needs to end in drama.'' Simon reassures him.

"Well, maybe it's fine then. Maybe we can just... pretend it didn't happen.'' the stallion says, nearly just for himself.

In awe, you watch Simon talk you out of this disaster. Not only is he taking your side, but he is also completely turning Henry around. Although you have a feeling he wants more from this situation than a simple ``pretend it didn't happen''. Where is he going with this?

"So, are you okay now Henry? You won't call the cops on my buddy Finn here?''

"Yeah... okay. But he has to stop, right? We have to make him stop.'' Henry says, trying to convince himself.

"Well, first I'd like to hear more about what actually happened. Finn, how did you handle it after that day in the shower? We need to know.''

Surprised by the question, you look at Simon questioningly. Then you look at Henry, and you see him shift nervously. For someone who wants to pretend he saw nothing, he does not seem to be mind hearing more of your story. He even looks impatient. You oblige.

"Well, it was really awkward at first. He kept asking if we could do it again, and I kept saying no, but I didn't want to say why. I knew it was wrong, but I didn't want to make him feel guilty, or dirty.''

"But I kept asking!'' Tommy adds promptly. Even though he does not understand the situation completely, he knows he has to back you up.

"Every morning, every night, he kept asking if he could play with it again. And I was saying no, no, no. One night, when he went into my room again and asked me, I said yes, but it was to make it stop, in a twisted sort of way: I planned it by getting one out beforehand, so he wouldn't get anything out of me. I figured he'd get tired of this game.''

"He tried to trick me!'' the little pup shouts jovially, proud of himself.

Smiling at Tommy, you pause and take a look at the rest of your audience, and see the results of Simon's line of questioning: Henry is eating every word, exhaling irregularly with a hungry look in his eyes. The big stallion can't help but be enthralled by the story. Even though he is clearly pure of heart, it is evident recounting these events have awakened a side of himself that he tried very hard to repress.

"Did... did it work?'' The mustang's eagerness to know more is almost like childish curiosity and wonder. You keep going:

"It didn't. Tommy, why don't you tell them what you did that evening?''

"I played with it a really long time! The longest time ever! Like... an hour!'' the pup exclaims proudly.

"How did you play with it?'' Simon inquires, egging the young boy for the details.

"I went flat on Daddy's belly, then I put my paws around it and then I licked it a lot, then I put it inside my mouth. Daddy kept saying it wouldn't work but I just put in my mouth more and more, and then he stopped saying anything... and I just licked it until he gave me some milk!''

"Guys, I'm not proud of it, but have you ever had someone attached to your cock for an entire hour when you're trying not to cum?'' you add, asking for some sympathy.

Henry, gripping the chair now, answers your question by shaking his head, his expression somehow both dreamy and hungry. Simon, unsurprisingly, raises a paw:

"Been there done that.'' he replies, smiling ambiguously.

"The boy... he calls it milk? He means cum, right?'' Henry asks, already well aware of the answer.

"I know it's called cum, I'm not a dummy!'' Tommy protests.

"Tell Henry why you call it milk then.'' you ask your son.

"Because it tastes good, and I can eat it for breakfast and for dinner!'' Tommy replies joyously.

"You don't drink regular milk?'' Henry asks the cub.

"Nope! Even when Dad doesn't have anymore for me, I just wait a while longer, Daddy can make lots!''

"You... You let him eat it like food?'' Henry asks.

"I looked it up. Nutrition wise, it's not that bad. As long as he gets some vitamins by eating fruits and salads regularly, we save quite a lot of time on at least one meal a day.'' you reply sheepishly, not meeting his eyes.

Simon uses this opportunity to drop a pretty big hint:

"I haven't seen your output, but I've seen my share of canine "milk.'' and it doesn't seem like it'd be enough to replace a meal.''

You reply tit for tat, following his lead:

"Well he's growing up fast, and we're already to the point where he literally can't get enough from me. But I have some good volume. I can make him a couple bowls every day.''

"I can make a whole lot more than that!'' Henry blurts out.

Three pair of eyes turn towards Henry. He puts his hands in front of his mouth. He visibly reddens, ashamed of what he just said.

"I mean, if we're purely speaking volume. That's just, like, you know, equines make a lot more.'' he tries to explain.

Simon gives you a meaningful look, and you jump into the opening:

"Of course, that's a good idea! Tommy, what do you say? You're still hungry, right? Would you like it if Henry gave you some milk?''

Henry opens his mouth from the shock, his eyes widening at the suggestion. But before he can protest, Tommy, your dutiful son and the love of your life, already answers enthusiastically:

"Could we? I've never tried somebody else! Oh please Henry could we could we?

Whatever words were coming out of the stallion's mouth, they are strangled into a loud gulp. He knows by every law of the land he must refuse, but every fiber of his body is telling him to say yes. He takes a few steps back, his hands raised palms out as if to say no, but this only reveals the source of all his troubles: a long, long bulge all the way down his left leg. All the way down to his knees. The poor horse must be suffering like hell. Finally, he says a few words in a quiet, strangled tone.

"I shouldn't. This is... I should leave.''

But he does not.

----------------- CLIFFHANGERS ARE A BITCH. Hello, this is the author, I'll have part 2 for you tomorrow, enjoy the picture on AIFM's channel in the meantime (should be up in less than 24 hours) and feel free to comment if you like this style of writing! I've got plenty more to write, but I do need some feedback to see if I'm going in the right direction!

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