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A Pup with a Pup

By:ToKu

The feeling was familiarly pleasant, but fearfully inexperienced. The sensation of lips on his cock woke him in a pleasant way, the tingling of a tongue just under the tip. It had been quite a while since his wife had woken him this way. He almost smiled before he realized his wife couldn't he pleasuring him. She was away, on another one of her trips that her profession required. It only meant that the lips didn't belong to his wife's, but to someone much younger and of the same sex.

"Dustin!" Regan shouted, nearly sitting up in bed as he realized his son's muzzle was in his lap. He pulled the sheets back to reveal his twelve year old son working his cock in and out of his mouth like an ice pop. He didn't stop right away however, and without surprise, Regan didn't make to move the pup away. He griped the white sheets below him as he half sat, half laid while he was sucked. Eye's too wide in surprise and too shut in pleasure and far too pleased to say anything more.

The young paw massaged his sac under his erection while the round eared otter head bobbed up and down; slurping and moaning in 'ummmm's. He wanted to stop the boy, but at the same time he remembered that sweet spot just under his tail. He remembered last week when he had first tasted his son's insides, and while he had done it once since then, he wanted to taste it again. He felt his heart sink as he reached to the side and slid his paw down the boy otter's back, along soft brown fur until he reached his heavy tail. He admired the boys figure, how he was turning out to look more and more like his father, a strong otter. He felt bad however that he was lusting over it like a wild animal.

"Good morning daddy." Dustin chirped up after the sickening sound of his cock left the boy's mouth. He tried his best to smile at the pup, not wanting to show him his true feeling about the act. Dustin smiled back at him, still the semi innocent boy he had known a week ago, only now he was just as obsessed with his father's cock as he was obsessed with his son's sweet tailhole.

"G-good morning, son." He managed to say before he watched his son return to the vile act. It felt so good though, he wouldn't deny that. Something strange overtook him in times like this, something that made him like sharing himself sexually with his son. It made him grunt in pleasure and feel like retching with sickness.

His fingers found that spot under his son's tail too soon, pressing a thick padded finger against it. Dustin simply let out a long 'ummmm' and pushed his ass back against the probing finger. He was just thinking about wetting his finger with a simple suck when Dustin moved his body, swinging his leg over his father's chest. Regan nearly had to duck, but when the pup's leg came to rest on the other side of him; he realized the pup was imitating their first time together. He remembered what the tiger had forced them into doing and hated himself for allowing it and acting on it again the next day after the incident. He hadn't told the detective on the phone about that, only what had happened at the school.

He stared up at the young pup tail hole that greeted him, looking as if it was just asking to be fucked in one way or another. Then there was his son's sac and soft sheath just hanging there for him to fondle as he reached his agile head up to lick over the star of flesh. He smelled his son, the distinct scent that told him that this pup on top of him was his offspring. It hurt, but he plunged his tongue inside. The moan that ensued made up for his plight, and sent him on his way; grabbing those nice supple cheeks in his paws and rubbing softly as his tongue wormed it's way inside his son's hole.

The taste was just as he remembered from the first two times, succulent and sweet; nothing like his wife's tender vagina. This was something else, something he had made with his own seed; his son. He kissed and slurped his tongue inside, in and out, over and under, rubbing his chin against his son's sac as the boy moaned for his daddy. Dustin was still sucking him off, but having trouble as those wonderful shocks of pleasure rippled throughout his body. Regan didn't mind, his son's breath on his warm organs was enough.

"D-daddy, can you fuck me now?" Dustin's small voice came, smothered in a druggy delight. The request was almost what he expected, remembering how Roland had made his son beg to be fucked a week ago. He felt his chest tighten as his son rolled off of him on his own will and buried his head in the pillows by his father's own head. He looked into his son's eyes and felt terrible when his son grinned at him, using his own paws to reach back and spread his own cheeks. He forced a smile and rose from his back, kissing his son on the head and all along his body until he reached to where his tail was raised and willing to except his father's full length.

Regan looked down at his cock and wondered how it could fit inside his son so easily, he wasn't that long, but had considerable width. The question only bothered him long enough to align his cock with the puckered hole. When he slipped inside he forgot all about his troubles. The tight interior of the boy squeezed his cock in rejection, the young body trying to tell the boy's mind that it wasn't meant to take something like this. Dustin, however, simply let out a long sigh of 'Uhgguuuuuu' and let his arms fall as his father took over.

He wasn't rough on the boy, but he wasn't gentle. He pulled his cock out from the hilt, to the tip, and plowed back in, gaining another similar sound from his son. It was odd to hear someone so young moan like that, but to Regan, all he heard now was pleading; more pleading to be fucked. He obliged.

All he heard was the sickly sound of flesh making way for flesh, a wet, sloshing sound that can only be made with a dick and a warm, wet, preteen hole; his son's hole. He was so tight, even still after his two previous fuckings, the muscles around his cock squeezed and fought the intruder as it forced it's way in. Dustin was young, more experienced than other cubs his age, but he still didn't know the proper way to take it. He'd still try and clench against the pressure, instead of relaxing, though it was no doubt that he enjoyed it.

"Daddy," The pup called out from the pillows around his muzzle. He didn't say anything else; he was only calling out to his father, his protector, his molester. It fed the fire within abuser, the carnal beast that drove onwards with a thirst for his own flesh and blood.

"Daddy loves his pup." He heard himself say in a voice that sounded like his, but he knew it wasn't, it was the creature within, calling out to his prey. "Does his pup love his daddy's cock?"

"Nhmmmm." The otter moaned and pressed back into him, as he stroked forth freely; cock sliding in and out like a sword in a very tight sheath. "I love it, daddy."

He felt sick as he came up to a brisker pace, holding the brown cheeks in his paws as he thrust into the smaller otter. He didn't know how long the boy had been sucking him off but he came to explosion unusually fast. His cock throbbed, balls rose up against the base, and he became ridged. His muscles locked up, only his hips moved as he stroked in and out, pressing the boy maybe a little too hard into the mattress; almost his entire weight on the boy.

"Fuuuuckknnn." He felt himself release, flood the boy from the inside out. Small amounts of cum spurted out of the crammed hole, but Regan only grunted as he mated his son, falling on top of him and slightly to the side in the process.

He couldn't hear anything at first, his head spinning, his vision coming and going with each blink as his chest heaved; heart beating like a bass drum, thick cock swimming in an adolescent, cum filled, hole. When he finally did hear the slight sound of his son's voice he slowly came to the realization of what he had just done.

"Daddy, you're hurting me." Dustin panted as he squirmed below him.

"Oh, gods." He breathed too softly for the pup to hear and lifted his hips from the boy's rump. He shivered as he pulled his flesh from Dustin's butt but only heard the boy moan. He rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling for a while, many thoughts running through his head as he tried to catch his breath and his sanity, too many to make heads or tails of any of them. He could feel his son move until he was lying beside him, holding him; his arm across his chest, but couldn't feel him or hear any of the words from his muzzle. He never felt this way after sleeping with his wife, and in all his years of having had sex with other species before his marriage, never once had he felt this fulfilled, this sick.

"Daddy, I'm going to go make some oatmeal okay?" Dustin said from somewhere beside the older otter. Regan just nodded without looking away from the speckled and watermarked ceiling. He felt as something shifted on the bed; his son, and waited until he heard him heading downstairs before he rose in a hurried panic. He tried to walk, and then run. He fell to his paws and knees and was forced to crawl to the toilet where he threw up like he never had before.

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He knew it was late, could see the light flooding in through the sunroof behind his crusted shut eyes. He moved his large bear body and realized he was sitting up, and chuckled when he realized he was naked. He figured he must have had a wild night with that pretty little black cat of his. He stretched and grinned as he scratched his ball sac only to find that he didn't have any sign of discharged semen anywhere around that area.

"Little fucker must have licked me clean." He said and wiped his eyes before opening them, shielding himself with a paw against the light from the sunroof. "Where'd you get off to?"

Looking around he didn't see the fox anywhere, normally they feel asleep cuddled up with him or on the other side of the room, scared and alone. The couch was empty aside from him and when he looked across the living room he saw that the chain he had hooked the cub up to was still there but wrapped around behind the very couch he sat in. He sighed and sat up better, his sac hanging off the couch. He felt dizzy, having just woken up and being sober. He looked across his table for a clean needle and grunted a sigh when he realized he'd have to hike upstairs to find a new one.

"Hey, kid, wake up." He said hitting the back of the couch, knowing the length of the chain only reached just beyond the couch. He knew the kid was lying back there, curled in a ball or something, missing his mommy. It didn't make the huge bear sad, only gave him the idea of helping the boy out of his homesickness with a nice juicy grizzly cock. "Kid, I said wake up."

When there wasn't a response he rubbed his temples before getting up on his knees to peer behind the couch back. Just like he had imagined, the little black cat was curled up in a ball; his paws drawn close to his body. It almost made the bear roll his eyes, but when he reached down to nudge the boy his fur was cold. He pulled his paw back quickly and griped the couch, claws digging into the fabric, eyes wide.

"Kid?" He asked, not wanting to touch him again. The cat didn't move, stiller than still, and that's when Gregory noticed the needle sticking out of the boys arm, barely visible as it was hidden by his night black fur.

"Shit." Gregory groaned, staring at the dead cub before him, not knowing what to do. He had never killed a 'thrill' before, not even on accident. "Shit, shit, shit."

It was clear that the kit had gotten into one of his needles thinking what ever made him feel good could possibly make the boy feel good too. He felt sick, he didn't know what to do, despite being the Chief Deputy Officer of the PSPD, he felt trapped and now he had to lower himself and become a criminal, hide the body, dig a grave.

"No, too messy." He said panicked and worried. He was alone now, his only friend in the cubby porno trade was Roland, and he went and got himself caught. He'd have to work all this out on his own and only hope that snoop John Miller wasn't on his trail. "You haven't been caught yet, you won't be caught now."

He looked down at the body again and remembered he had a large black duffel bag in his hall closet. Sick and stumbling, he retrieved it until he was standing above the dead kitten. He set the bag down and fumbled in his pants pocket for his keys to unlock the collar around the white furry neck. He tried not to feel the cold fur, the absence of body heat making him nauseous. He moved the chain out of the way and knew he'd have to lift the boy.

He groaned as he unzipped the duffel bag all the way, arranging it just so that he'd be able to more or less place the body inside. Gregory hesitated, paws in midair, above, staring down with wide terrified eyes. He felt so sick; he knew it wasn't just from the absence of the drug in his system, but it'd help if he had some. He didn't have the time though. He closed his eyes and slid his paws under the boy's neck and bottom; cold as ice, and lifted in one swift motion, placing him on the black material. He bent the boy's legs a bit and pulled the side of the bag up, careful not to get it caught on the equally black fur that had once been so warm.

With the bag zipped up and looking less like a body, Gregory stumbled to his downstairs bathroom and became far too ill to keep his stomach down. He couldn't remember what all he had eaten yesterday, but it was all in the toilet now. He wiped his paws across his mouth, washed them, and slowly made his way back to the living room.

He eyed the black bag like a horrible curse, his nausea gone but his fear ever there. He found his clothes from the night before and pulled them on without taking his eyes from the dreaded thing for more than a second. Once dressed, he took hold of the straps and hefted the black albatross up off the floor. Keys in hand, he locked his front door and stowed the bag in the back seat of his car.

With a mumbled prayer to nothing but himself, he pulled out of his driveway, speeding off in search of a place to relieve his burden.

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Jason Daletsky shook the water from his fur before reaching out for the royal blue towel hanging on the wall. He brought it to his face first, inhaling the sweet smell of spring fabric softener even though it was almost winter. He began to ruffle it though his head feathers before moving to his broad chest and down his stomach; the brown and rust colored feathers making way for the cotton. He worked the towel over himself, fluttering his wings to drip the moisture out naturally. He wiped the mirror with his arm and grinned as he appeared in the foggy glass. When he was a little less than damp he hung the towel back up to dry and winked at himself in the mirror.

He strolled out of his bathroom and into the cooler air of his apartment where he lived when he wasn't in another another's bed or when he was working. He made his way to his small kitchen and found himself thinking about John and the cub they had found the night before. He hoped that John was able to get him to CPS without any trouble. Poor kid wasn't very talkative and Jason could only guess why. John was a real good guy though. The Red-tail had never seen him with kids before, but they had been good friends in school and remembered studding, and hanging out with the German Shepherd; going to bars and hitting on the chicks there. John was as pretty good looking and never cramped his moves, if anything, they made a great duo. That was a while ago though, he had grown up a little bit since then, he was still pretty fly with the ladies but didn't spend much time in clubs or bars anymore.

He grinned, thinking about the canine while he started up a pot of coffee. Remembering the things he and John used to do, the things he'd say or the way he'd talk, the way he flicked his ears or the way he smelled. When Jason went to go reach for a cup up in a cabinet by the fridge he noticed he was pressing into the silverware drawer with a very striking erection. It surprised him how it had just come up out of nowhere, and while he was thinking of John. But it made since, his thoughts have been a little odd as of late. The other night when the Shepard took the poor little wolf boy from him he could help but smile at the thought of having a son one day; not necessarily with John, but as silly as the thought was, he realized he it didn't bother him either.

He shrugged and filled his cup with coffee before making his way to the couch. He didn't normally walk around his apartment naked; he just didn't feel like sorting his laundry just to find something to put on, not yet at least. A part of him was enjoying his new erection anyways; the way it wobbled and bounced as he walked.

He grabbed the wireless phone from off his coffee table and thought only a moment before remembering the number he had memorized. He took a sip of his warm drink, the taste and heat filling his beak with roasted goodness before spilling down his throat and sloshing to his belly. He sighed warmly as the phone dialed and when that voice picked up at the other end it made his hard-on throb. He grinned.

"Hey John," Jason chirped, it almost felt good to hear his voice, even though it was a simple hello. They exchanged peasantries; John seemed to be on the highway, Jason could hear the sound of air rushing through the receiver. When he had the chance he cleared his throat and began to tell the German shepherd about his rendezvous with Rosa Carson, the sister of Gregory Carson. Jason knew he could hear the canine holding his breath as he told the tale of his semi-heroic achievement the night before.

"This could be our only chance to get some dirt on the bear." John's voice came back, sounding distorted by the sound of wind in the receiver. The hawk couldn't help but lower his coffee cup to his groin where the warm ceramic felt good on his feathered sac.

"Yeah, but she seemed very hesitant to talk about her brother." Jason said remembering how nervous she had gotten when he asked about him. She knew about his evil ways; the drug use, the pedophilia and the over-all corruptness within his department. The hawk was only a Paramedic, but he was more than willing to help the detective gain enough footing to build a case against the bear.

There was a noise on the other side of the phone and Jason thought he heard the voice of a kid. He remembered the cub from last night. John had agreed to take him to the county office, but what was he still doing with the boy?

"Are you still with that kid?" Jason asked a little curious as to why.

"Yeah," The canine sighed. The CPS office was closed yesterday and no one is due in until noon today. I have to keep him until then. I'm off to see a client, you know, the otter who was 'used' by Rolland and Gregory."

"The one who had sex with his own son?" Jason asked disgusted with the thought.

"He was forced to." John replied. "He had no choice. The bear threatened him I guess."

"But, how do you do that to your own son?" Jason asked, feeling his erection deflate quite considerably. The sickening thought making his chest tighten, lungs finding it harder to draw breath.

"I don't know, he said he did all he could to prevent something like that. He said he was only trying to protect his son."

"By fucking him?" Jason spat, a rage building up around the illness within. "What the hell?"

"I don't know. He called my office right after the whole thing so I guess he was sincere."

"Whatever," Jason said trying not to think about it. He wasn't sure how his friend could deal with his line of work. That was why he became an EMT; he could deal with the dead bodies, the gore, the violence, but the sickos and the freaks he didn't have the stomach for. "Listen, I was thinking, we haven't gone out in a while. D'you want to go and have a drink with me tonight?"

He wasn't sure why he asked that. Well, actually he did but he didn't dare give the real reason, but found himself grinning like a fool when the canine said "yeah" without so much as a second to think. The quickness of the reply almost made the hawk ask another question, but he kept his beak shut. He only acted like this around his friend, he wasn't sure why but he just figured that they had always been friends in school and that it had yet to fade away.

"Great, we can meet at six." Jason said as the remnants of his erection disappeared within his feathery sheath. "You know where Galliano's is, right?"

"Isn't that a restaurant?" Jason heard the Shepherd say on the other end. He just realized that it was. He didn't know why he chose the place, but a bar just sounded too informal to him.

"They serve drinks." Jason saved himself but was betrayed by the sudden throb in his lap. He smiled.

"Uh, okay then." John said. "Hey, I'm just about to get off the freeway. I'll call you after I take the kid back to the office."

"Okay, talk to ya then." Jason said and clicked the end button after the canine said his goodbye. It was odd, he held the phone in his wing for a moment; almost expecting it to ring again. He wasn't sure what he was waiting for, for his friend to call him back? Why? He thought a moment but couldn't come to any rational reasons. It took him a moment but he set the phone down. He had to run a few errands today before six, and he knew he had to tackle his laundry. So without another thought on the subject he stood and clawed his way to his room to get dressed.

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John pressed the 'end' button on his cell phone and placed it back into this cup holder where he normally kept it while driving. He took a deep breath of the fresh morning air rushing in through the open window before turning to the younger shepherd in the passenger seat. He had his paw around his upper arms as he sat cross-legged; his seatbelt looking like it was holding him against the backing of the chair against his will. John quickly noticed he was cold and quickly pushed the button to roll the window up.

"Sorry about that, I forgot you don't have anything warm to wear." John spoke as softly as he could. He still felt nervous about the night before, but the pup showed no sign of being scared or frightened by the older canine. "Are you full?"

Zachary nodded slowly and let his paws fall to his lap. On the floor below, was an empty bag from the same McDonalds the night before. He had bought the kid some breakfast after he had found out from the stag Kevin, that no one would be in for another three hours. He had no choice but to take the boy with him on to his meeting with Regan Gray.

John put his eyes back on the road and began to veer towards the off ramp of the freeway. He tried not to, but for the fourth time this morning he thought about finding the boy in the shower last night, fingering himself, trying to gain that feeling that only a 'dick' could give. John was worried about the boy. Worried that a group home wouldn't be the best thing for him, even if they were able to contact the child parents, he might not be stable enough to go back to them.

Turning right, he tried to put the thoughts out of his mind.

The neighborhood was familiar, having been down this way the day after he had talked to the panicked otter. He followed the directions that he had committed to memory. It was that important to him, it was proof that Gregory had had his paws dipped in the red paint of crime and left a trail for him to follow. Only, at this point he wasn't sure where the path would lead, and if the otter would even be willing to testify. It could mean losing his own son, in the process, if they didn't rule in their favor and Gregory got off free, but if he came up with enough evidence, like Zachary here, then he'd be able to build his own case to bring down the Pedo Mammoth.

The familiar Middle School where the whole thing obviously happened passed to their left; empty for the weekend. Raymond Cree Middle school, with its reds and blues, led him along until he found the street he had to turn down. He eyed the pup in the seat beside him while he drove, still concerned, but unable to read his absolutely blank face. The bad part was that he was becoming more and more attached to the boy with every passing minute. He wanted to reach over and give the boy a hug, tell him it was all okay now, he didn't have to worry about anything, he could become a regular kid again, but it was against his ethics. He already broke his boundaries by sleeping in the same bed with him. They had both been tired, what could he have done? Not slept in the same bed, yes, but he didn't want to deny the kid any comfort he could give, no matter how small.

He shook his head softly and made the final turn where he pulled up in front of the two story brown shingled house. It was simple and dated back a few years but was in perfect condition. Its beige outer walls were free of cracks and the lawn was perfectly presentable. He let the car die and pulled his keys from the ignition before turning to the pup. Zachary stared out the window, sizing up the house in his own way, his ears up in a curiously cute fashion. It almost made John smile but he tried not to think about stuff like that. He had to be professional.

"Do you want to wait here?" He asked and the younger canine's head spun around and shook furiously and unfastened his seatbelt. This time John did smile and nodded. "Okay, you can come in."

He removed his own safety belt and dipped around the car to let the boy out. Zachary, shoeless but otherwise fine padded after him up the driveway and along the walk to the door. The black shorts he had given the boy the night before were a little too small and almost looked comical on him, his longer legs making him look older than he really was, or taller at least.

"Okay buddy," John said turning to the boy with his paws on his knees, leaning down to be more level with the kid's eyes. "An otter named Regan lives here; I just need to talk with him about something very similar to what happened to you." Zachary nodded slowly and waited. "He has a son; maybe you can go play with him while we talk. How does that sound?"

"Alright." The boy spoke, his ears flicking a bit, subconsciously, John supposed. He had gotten the boy a new shirt before leaving the office, the dark blue shirt with dragon print fitted much better than the brown one had, though it made the shorts look a bit shorter. He said he even liked the shirt himself. John just wanted him to look more like a normal boy and not have to feel like a foster kid even before he had actually become one. John smiled to him, hoping he'd get one in reply, but his face remained blank, except for his ears.

"Right then." He breathed, straightening up before he turned to knock on the door. There was a brief silence before he heard a deep voice from somewhere beyond. He waited a moment before the door was pulled open to reveal the unusually tall otter he had met a while back. He didn't seem to recognize the canine at first but his eyes lit up and a faint smile crossed his muzzle.

"Detective Miller." He spoke, taking a step back and opening the door wider. He wore a white undershirt and his fur looked freshly showered. Regardless of the smile, he looked almost older than the last time he had seen the poor otter. His fur coat looked thinner and his eyes seemed sunken, like he had recently been sick. "I didn't expect you until later today."

"Well, I had a few things happen in the last forty-eight hours." John said feeling the pup come up from behind him and place his paws on his hips in a semi hug. "I don't normally work weekends and I tried to call you but your phone was busy."

"Yeah," He said scratching behind his ears, eyes dropping to the ground for a moment. "I talked to my wife this morning, she's in China; her work takes her to a lot of different places."

"I see," John continued trying not to shake in surprise at the pup's sudden touch. The presence of his tiny paws on the side of his thigh nearly making him jump; he had always been a bit ticklish. "Well, since we last talked we've taken Rolland McGregor into custody."

Color seemed to fill the otter's face as his entire body seemed to perk up. His round ears came up as his eyes widened along with the smile before he nearly shouted.

"That's wonderful," He stammered, John could tell it was more than just a relief that the pedophile was behind bars. The otter had told him something along the lines that the tiger had also once tormented him as a child. The canine could only imagine how he felt. "I mean, that's great, uh, come inside, please, I can make you some coffee."

It was then that the otter noticed the younger pup behind the older dog. Zachary peered from behind his pant leg and eyed the otter cautiously. When John looked down at him he placed a paw on the boy's shoulder and coaxed him out from behind him.

"This is, uh," John spoke for a moment, not sure why he had to think about the words before he spoke. He almost decided to tell the otter he was a kid he had picked up at Rolland's house, but he didn't want to talk about the boy's captivity in front of him. "He's m-my son."

The words were out of his lips before he could do anything about it. He wished he could have taken it back then because the boy's eyes shot up and stared at him in an uncomfortable way. He didn't look upset; in fact his eyes were the same empty dark eyes he had first seen the night before. He wished he could read the boy's mind, he only hoped he didn't offend the kid by pretending to be his father.

"Oh, taking him to work with you?" Regan said gesturing them both in the house with a wave of his paw. "I work near beaches a lot so I sometimes take Dustin with me, let him play in the water while I work."

Zachary stayed quite close to the older canine as they were ushered inside. It was a perfectly simple home, no extravagant decorations; although the carpet under their foot-paws was a dark green. A few family pictures adorned the white walls and the furniture was simple and comfortable looking. A computer sat upon a desk almost as you walked in with the back of a loveseat right in front; leaving enough room to walk by if the desk chair was pushed in. The otter showed them to a seat on the couch right inside the door and facing a nice flat screen television. John motioned for Zachary to follow him and the pup took his own seat next to the older shepherd.

"How do you take your coffee Mr. Miller?" Regan said making his way to the kitchen just on the other side of a dividing wall.

"Black is fine," He replied taking in the rest of the house. "And call me John, please, if you don't mind."

"Sure." He replied and set about with preparing their drinks. When he heard the clinking of coffee cups he turned to the boy at his right and searched his eyes.

"I'm sorry kid," He spoke sincerely, hoping the shepherd got the message. "I didn't mean to lie; I just didn't think it was a good idea to tell him about you." He paused a moment, wondering if he should even continue speaking. But the pup deserved the truth. "You see, his son was mistreated by the same tiger and bear who mistreated you. If I can get him to testify, along with yours we can bring the bear down, you know, put in prison, where he can't hurt anyone anymore."

The young shepherd just stared back, ears up curiously but otherwise blank of expression. After a moment, he blinked and nodded before looking about the house himself. John couldn't help but sigh under his breath. He felt for the kid, but it was so hard to talk with him. He was actually wanting and not wanting noon time to come around already, because it meant an end to the great little guys company and the end of the worry and uneasiness that came with it.

"It's alright." He spoke after a second, paws resting unnaturally still in his lap, his foot-paws pressed together in a proper posture. He wasn't sure of the kid's background but he assumed his parents had taught him good manners. "My real dad never bought me McDonalds two days in a row before. So I don't mind calling you dad either."

It was peculiar how that comment made the older canine feel so good inside. The other day he would have never wanted anything to do with kids. Now he felt more like a father than he had in his entire life. He watched the boy look about his surroundings, trying to read his body language but being quite unsuccessful. When Zachary's eyes fell onto his again he almost thought the boy was about to smile but a noise from the kitchen told them the otter was done preparing the coffee.

Almost as if on cue, the bulky otter appeared in the archway he had disappeared through holding two steaming cups. John smiled up at the otter and graciously took the cup, blowing on the steam before taking a carful sip. Regan turned to take a seat in an armchair to the canines left when a smaller form appeared in the frame of the hallway to their right.

"Daddy, you used the last of the shampoo." The younger otter said, running a white towel through his head fur. He was bare from the waist up, but only wore a pair of loose fitting athletic shorts. When he saw the two strange furs sitting in the living room he stopped dead in surprise, the paw holding the towel to his head fell down to his side where it remained still.

"Oh, Dustin," Regan spoke quickly with a strange tone in his throat and looking somewhat frantically at the younger pup. "We have guests, Mr. Miller and his son. Daddy needs to talk to the detective, can you take, uh..."

"Zachary." John spoke before he even had time to hesitate. The otter's face brightened up and nodded to the boy beside the canine.

"Can you take Zachary to your room and show him some of your toys while I speak with this nice Shepherd here."

"Uh, sure dad," Dustin said and looked and Zachary for a moment, sizing him up before he grinned. "Do you like Yu-Gi-Oh?"

Zachary stood almost as if he was asked and took a few steps towards the otter. "What's that?"

"Seriously," Dustin asked as the pup grew near. "You've never heard of Duel Monsters?"

"No." Zachary said his eyes looking much perkier then they had outside the door. John smiled and watched the two boys make their way down the hall. It was probably good for the pup to get to interact with another boy for the first time in a while. He only hoped that it helped his lack of emotion when he wasn't frightened, he just wanted to see the boy smile once.

"Uh, so where were we?" Regan said turning back to the canine. John looked up and shook his head, regaining his thoughts. He thought about where to start, trying to push the kid out of his mind long enough to find his bearings. When he felt confident enough, he took a breath and began.

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It was much brighter on the second story, a window in the hallway let in enough light to see the multiple picture frames on the walls. Numerous photos of a happy otter family; a mother, a father, and a son smiling like there wasn't a care in the world. It made Zachary feel a little sad inside. At his home, before the bear and tiger took him, they didn't have this many family photos. In fact, there weren't many pictures of his family together in existence. He didn't know why, he loved his mom and his dad and he was sure they loved him. But this family looked much happier with each other than Zachary could remember with his.

When the shirtless otter before him led him through a door he found a neat looking room, decorated similarly to the way his own room had looked at home. Only, this boy Dustin had a lot of posters on his walls. Pictures of furs Zachary had never seen or heard of before. They looked interesting but he knew his father would never have let him put that kind of stuff on his walls.

"See, these are Yu-Gi-Oh cards." The otter said pushing a stack of cards into the shepherd/wolf's paws. He stared down at them, shuffling them and staring at each monster or spell before going on to the next one. "You see that one." The otter said pointing at a yellow card when the pup came to it. "That's Ra, he's like supper rare. I don't even think you can get him in packs anymore. Only on the internet and at special card stores, and I have one."

Dustin looked really proud of himself. It seemed a little silly to be so crazed over a little piece of cardboard, and Zachary just nodded and pretended to be interested in it. He looked through the rest of them; every so often the otter pup would point out a good one saying: "That's a good one too." Or "I only know one other kid who has that one."

When he handed the cards back the otter pulled him along with the wave of his paw to a shelf by his bed. He set the cards down in a neat stack and took a step to the side dramatically.

"See these," He said pointing down to an assortment of sea shells and the like. Zachary could see sand dollars and small starfish along with the skeletal remains of a sea horse. "My dad gets me stuff like this from work. He's an environmentalist. I go with him sometimes. I found this one last summer."

Dustin held up a large shell that looked rather ugly, covered in strange looking bumps, but when he turned it over the inside glowed with all the colors of the rainbow. Zachary had only been to the beach once when he was really little. He remembered wanting to be buried in the sand but his father and mother only wanted to stay in their chairs and sun bath or read their boarding adult magazines. He had never seen a shell like that before.

"It's called an abalone." Dustin said trying to catch the light flooding in through the window above his bed. "They look weird on the outside, but the insides are pretty."

"They're cool." Zachary said eyes falling on the boy's chest as his arm held the shell aloft. Those feeling were coming back, the strange thoughts he would get sometimes around boys. He had never had them until the tiger took him home from school that one day and made him do thing's he'd never done before. Any time the tiger or bear would bring a new kid home he'd find himself looking at them like the adults looked at him. He'd like to watch them do things to the little boys, but didn't like it very much when they'd do it to him. And now he was looking at the kid like he had the others before. They way his boyish muscles moved under short brown fur or the way he smiled as the colors danced in the rainbow shell. It was appealing and exciting to think about even though it was connected to his capture.

"Neat huh?" Dustin said and grinned at the dog, Zachary nodded truthfully, not letting himself fall too far into the fantasy that he couldn't respond to the otter. He had had trouble doing it with John, because even though he was an adult like the tiger and the bear, he found himself looking at the older dog like the boys. He had even pretended that he was his father and it had made the pup feel really good inside. He wanted to hug the older dog again like they had last night but he was afraid of adults. They did bad things sometimes, and he couldn't bring himself to trust one fully, even though John seemed like a good one. "Have you ever touched yourself?"

"What?" Zachary asked, not sure if he had heard the otter correctly. He wasn't sure if he had slipped a little too far into his thoughts to the point where he had misheard him, or imagined him saying what he did.

"You know," The otter said and set his shell back down on his dresser. When he turned back he smiled slightly, warmly, innocently. "Touch yourself down there until it feels real good."

Zachary knew exactly what he was talking about and couldn't understand why he would be asking him that kind of question. Then he remembered what John had said to him outside the house. The otter boy had had things done to him by the tiger and bear too. He figured he knew about that stuff because they taught him. He almost said yeah, but it felt weird to admit to something like that.

"Uh, no." He lied and shuffled his foot-paws uncomfortably. The otter's face actually brightened up and right away Zachary knew he probably should have told the truth. He felt the feelings rush back into him, making him feel weird and when the otter spoke he was unprepared for what happened next.

"My daddy taught me how to do this." The otter said and leaned close to the younger pup, otter muzzle meeting canine. His eyes went a little wide but out of habit he let his mouth open, admitting the tongue inside his own maw. Right away he expected the familiar taste of alcohol and bad breath but he had to remind himself that this was another boy, not the furs who had kept him locked up for so many days.

He found himself kissing back, arms at his side while otter paws felt under his shirt as their tongues played with each other. It was a new feeling, the touch of another fur who wasn't trying to hurt him or make him do something he didn't want to do. If he wanted to, he could pull away from the otter and run downstairs, tell john what happened and they could leave. But he kissed back, finding that he liked the taste of the otter's mouth on his, the paws on the chest, the erection pressing into his leg.

'Erection?' He thought to himself as the otter pulled off him, smiling. To his own surprise, Zachary returned it and found his shorts were cramped with his own 'penis'.

"Wow, it looks like you have a big dick," Dustin spoke as he stared at the tent in the canine's shorts while he dug his paw into his own. "How old are you?"

"E-eleven," Zachary replied, feeling a little shy in front of the eager otter. "But I'll be twelve in a month."

"Really?" Dustin spoke in surprise and envy though he maintained his grin. "You're six months younger than me and your dick's already bigger than mine. See."

The boy pulled his shorts down to reveal his length of about four inches. The puppy just stared at it for a moment, wanting to touch it for some reason before he realized he might as well show the otter his. He undid the button to his new shorts and pulled the hem of his underwear so that they both fell to the floor revealing his four and one half inch of 'dick' and two inches of knot.

"Wow, that's why you're so big," Dustin said and fell to one knee, his muzzle ending up only inches from the stiff canine meat. He looked hungry, and realized that it was probably the same feeling he had when he saw the other boy's penis. "I've never seen a canine dick before; I heard they were weird looking from a friend of mine. Can I suck it? Another trick my daddy taught me, it'll fell good, I promise."

"Uh," He said, knowing what he meant, but afraid to get in trouble, but before he could say anything, an adolescent paw wrapped around the sensitive knot as the entire length was swallowed by otter muzzle. It made him shiver, the sensation he had been giving for the last couple of months was now being done to him. It made him understand why those bad adult furs wanted it done to them so badly; it felt really, really good.

"Ughhh." Zachary couldn't help but moan as the otter pulled his lips back off the length while holding firm to the mass of meat at the base, his tongue paying attention to the tapered tip like an expert. He couldn't help but buck his hips, sending the dick back into the otter's hungry muzzle. "It feels really good."

"Uhmm." The otter said, mouth full of cock, Zachary wondered what the tiger and bear had done to him to make him this good. It had taken Zachary a while before he could pleasure them like this so he knew the kid had experience somehow. Then he remembered that Dustin had said his father had taught him how to do these things. If that was true, then was his daddy like the tiger and bear? A bad adult? Dustin had only said good things about him. Maybe, He thought, some adults who do this aren't that bad. For some reason it bad him think of John and the night before.

He found that his legs were shaking from the pleasure and he had to sit on the bed otherwise he would have fallen over from the strange new feelings. His body shuddered and his first instinct was to get his fingers into his butt. Although it had hurt, he had started to like the feeling of something inside of him. The Adult's were rough with him, but his paws were something he controlled. He lifted his right foot-paw up onto the bed while Dustin continued to happily suck on the new, young, dick.

The dog on the other hand fed a single digit into his mouth and sucked in imitation, though only trying to get it as wet as he could. When he placed his paw under the otter's chin, the boy hardly noticed as he slipped a finger inside himself. He felt a little exposed, looking out the door that showed a clear view to the stair case. If either of the two furs downstairs were to decide to check on the two boys, they wouldn't have any warning before they were in sight. It made his insides tingle with nervousness; though it could have been from the finger trying to touch that pleasure spot deep within his self.

"Oh, my gosh." He breathed trying his best to stay quiet as the otter pleasured him, he could feel the growing rush of orgasm approaching and he went from one finger to two, trying to hold on to the edge of the bed with his free paw. "I'mnughhh."

It was like nothing he had ever felt before, as if something was spilling out of him like when he peed and was almost shocked to find the otter's mouth begin to drip something white. His whole body shook with the force of the orgasm and only when the boy let his dick flop from his mouth did he realize what he had just done. Every time the tiger and bear would orgasm they would shoot out salty juice that they called cum, and that's what was dripping from the boy's grinning muzzle as he stood and began to stroke his own pink dick.

Zachary watched as the boy 'pawed'; his own penis pulsing in the afterglow of his first blow job and first ejaculation. It was almost funny to watch the other boy as he shoot a modest about of cum that landed in the puppy's fur and around his cock. He couldn't help but smile at the kid as they chuckled at their little endeavor.

"That felt really great." Zachary said licking his paw that had been fingering himself; out of breath and sexually spent. "I've never done something like that before." Of course he was talking about having ejaculated, but the otter didn't need to know that.

The otter nodded and said "Told you so." He padded to his dresser drawer, naked and a little wobbly, to retrieve a towel. "I use this to clean up with, though sometimes I just eat it because it tastes pretty good. Daddy says it's high in protein."

"You like the taste of it?" Zachary asked and the otter nodded. The canine had only tasted the cum of the tiger and the bear, every time it had tasted bad to him, but he wasn't sure what his own tasted like, or the otter's. Before the boy could clean him off he took his paw and gathered up a small amount that had landed on his now softening penis. The otter smiled at him and gently began to clean him off. He just looked at the cum on his finger and shrugged lazily, enjoying the way the cleaning felt against his sexual organs and trying not to giggle too loudly.

He sucked on his finger, the salty familiar taste of cum filling his mouth, but to his surprise it wasn't bitter like he remembered, it was almost sweet, and almost had an entirely different taste altogether. It swished in his mouth, flooding his taste buds and revealing once again that some things aren't always bad. He looked up as the otter and smiled without showing his teeth.

"See." Dustin chirped and grinned, pulling his shorts back on. It reminded the pup of the open door and he hurried to get his back on too. He found himself giggling along with the other boy and once they were dressed, the otter having also found a shirt to wear, Zachary couldn't help but kiss him again. Dustin simply chuckled into his mouth and kissed back.

"That was really fun." He said when they broke apart seconds later. The otter blushed and they ended up laughing again. "Seriously though, I don't think I've had this much fun in months."

"Really? Doesn't your dad do stuff for you?" Dustin asked. It made Zachary's ears fall flat, thinking of his real father. John was different, he did treat him really well and he didn't want to say no and give him a bad name or anything. So he just nodded.

"Yeah, but the last few months have been," He thought about the cage, the dirty underwear, the stench of weeks of dried cum and the dark basement. He was out now, thanks to that hawk in the ambulance and John of course, but his memories were still too clear of the nights spent alone. "Uh, never mind, just wanted to say thanks I guess."

"Aww," the otter blushed some more, and it made the canine feel silly, he was about to say something else when the sound of paw steps could be heard only seconds before Zachary saw the two adults reach the top landing of the hallway.

"Having a good time boys?" The older otter said with a smile, but as they reached the doorway their muzzles wrinkled at the scent in the air. Zachary hadn't notice it, but the smell of cum and otter were heavy in the air. He couldn't smell himself, but he knew his scent must have been there too.

Both boys looked at each other and nodded slowly, trying not to laugh and give themselves away. Regan's face went a little pale, as it had looked when he had first opened the front door, but John's looked curious, like he knew what it was but was almost interested, not angry. The older canine smiled down at Zachary and this time he couldn't help but smile back. He knew the older dog wanted him to feel better, feel normal, but until now he couldn't bring himself to do so. Thanks to the little experienced otter, he felt better and didn't mind the grin he now wore.

"Yeah we had an okay time." Dustin said shrugging his shoulders and trying to play everything off, but not doing a very good job at it. The two boys stole another grinning glance before the sound of a cell phone ripped through the strange atmosphere.

John pulled the phone from his pocket and answered. Zachary could tell from his face that it wasn't good. Not bad, but not necessarily a good thing for the older canine. He wasn't sure what he thought about John, he figured that he 'could' trust him, but he wasn't sure what he thought, and vice-versa. He knew the call meant he would have to go somewhere else, he wasn't sure where, but he knew his time with john was coming to an end.

"Yeah," John spoke, his voice sounding solemn and low, his ears falling flat at the news he was receiving. "Yeah, we'll be right in."

He didn't even have to say anything, Zachary knew.

"I just got a call from my boss." John said to the older otter and shook his paw. "Got to get going. Remember what I suggested. I know it could be difficult, but if I have the evidence, we can nail him."

Regan nodded somberly, releasing the paw in his grip before turning to his son, eyes almost about to water, it seemed. "I know what I have to do." He said and forced a grin.

Zachary said goodbye to the two otters and attempted one final smile at the little one. It helped him feel a little bit better, but not by much, his good mood zapped from him by the phone call, his fate hanging in the balance.

When they were on the freeway, Zachary undid his seatbelt and scooted over, placing his head on the older dog's arm; resting his paws across his stomach in an awkward kind of hug. John didn't even flinch away; he just let the puppy enjoy his last car ride he would share with him.

End of Part Four...