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Silly Puppy

By Ajax B. Coriander

Start Date: Jul 27th, 2023

Finished: Sep 27th, 2023

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Rex sat staring at his computer screen. He was still wearing his work clothes, a set of blue coveralls. The top part was unzipped, letting the white tank top underneath show as his heavy belly poured out of it. His home office was dark, just the screen blinking at him. His cursor was flashing, and his recent searches stared at him mockingly. From the bottom up, they read:

**_Why is my son calling women femoids?

What is a chad?

Redpil vs blackpilll meaning

Who is Jordan Peckerson?

What is an incel?_**

Rex felt so stupid. He'd been so focused on work he hadn't seen anything wrong. The doberman looked at his phone, his eyes going to the credit card transactions, and seeing the downpayment for the gun shop he knew he didn't go to. When he'd called them, they had described his son perfectly. He put his head in his paws, and he tried to think where he'd gone wrong.

Was it when he gave his son space after his wife died? Should he have monitored his internet activity better? Maybe it was the opposite, and using those parental controls is what caused it, maybe he should have been exposed to the wider world than youtube? Was that why he kept spouting all those crazy things about threats to his masculinity? Or was it when he blew up at his older sister for suggesting they go to a spa, because it wasn't masculine enough?

Rex knew Buster had been basically brainwashed. Groomed behind his back by right-wing chuds, and he'd been too uninvolved from his eighteen-year old's life to see it. Things had just been so much easier when his mother was alive. Between having to pick up extra shifts at work and having to take care of his own parents, he hadn't been the father Buster had needed for years. Some evil thing stepped up and filled a void. He wiped away tears from his eyes.

The doberman was so afraid. He'd heard some of those youtube videos. The hateful bile about people from other countries, other species, LGBT folks, and women. But he'd been too worn out to follow up with it. His son's grades had been fine, he never came home to find him passed out from some drug, and other than having some weird stances on things, he'd never considered much wrong. The first red flag should have been when he said he'd hoped to see more protestors run over during the pandemic or how often he said: "people like ___ should have been shot". But he'd been too tired to fight with him about it.

Now this? If it wasn't for the 3-day holding period, the assault rifle would already be in his son's hands. Thankfully, he'd been able to cancel the order since it was his credit card. But his son didn't know that yet. What would happen when he found out?

He just wanted his little Silly Puppy back. The boy who had been so bright and filled with joy. Not a monster that might hurt people just for who they were.

He looked back at the computer, and typed in:

How do you deprogram your son?

Did you mean: how do you reprogram your son?

His brow furrowed, and a popup came across his whole screen. The screen flashed white, and the image of a tall gray wolf looked at him. His eyes were a deep sea foam green, and he was wearing a beige suit and a matching Panama hat. He looked through the center of the screen, and he squeezed the silver wolf head of his black cane.

"Hello Mr. Copperfield," the wolf said as he gave a toothy smile. "I'm here to ask you something." The wolf said through the PC's crackling speaker. "Do you love your son?" The doberman tried to escape the popup, but it remained. The wolf shook his finger and made a tsk sound.

"Ah, ah, ah, Mr. Copperfield. I won't go away that easy. But think about my question, because, I have seen your son's likely future. I've seen what he does." The screen distorted for a moment and newspaper headlines about mass shootings rolled across the screen, before fading away. "I'm not a mind reader nor do I or have magic powers, but I do have his profile. I've seen the things you don't know about it. The private messages. The message board posts. And the man-o-fest-os on his computer. You stopped him from getting a gun today, but this is America. It's the land of the free, Sir! He'll have his paws on another in no time. He'll just be another news cycle, and then your, oh what was it," the wolf pondered before snapping his fingers in realization, "Ah, your "Silly Puppy" will be gone forever. Dead or behind bars, a martyr for the next idiot."

Rex looked at the computer screen in horror, this couldn't be real... it must be some kind of trick or hallucination. He stood up and reached for the plug on his computer, and then it shocked him. The dog yelped and pulled his paw back to suck on his fingers.

"Oh, you won't get rid of me that easy. Not until you've made your choice," the gray wolf said.

"You have two options mister Copperfield. The first allows you to put your head into the sand and see if you can stop him, maybe destroying your relationship with your son forever in the process. Or..." The wolf gave a predatory grin, "do you see how deep the rabbit hole goes that will save your son. So I ask you again, do you love your son? Do you love him enough to change his mind and yours or do you want to stay as you are and maybe lose him forever? The choice is yours."

The screen faded to black and white text rolled across the screen.

"Do you love your son?"

Two buttons popped up, the first was blue and read "yes" and the second was red with the word "no" in it.

Rex looked at the screen, and with trembling paws he grabbed the mouse. This was stupid. Nothing was going to come of this except his credit card information getting stollen. But... what if there was a chance it was real? What if he really could save Buster from whatever fate was conspiring against him?

He clicked yes.

"Thank you, Mr. Copperfield," popped up on the screen, before the screen flickered, and sound filled the room along with a swirling colorful light from his computer screen...

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Buster growled as he came through the door to the house, he dropped his backpack near the entrance. The scrawny young doberman clenched his fists and he mumbled under his breath.

"Fucking cucks and faggots. My IQ is higher than theirs anyway, I don't care about their woke bullshit, I'll..."

He paused mid mumble when a strange sight greeted him. His dad was home. He never got home this early.

He was also dressed... weirdly. He was in a band shirt for blink-182; one he clearly hadn't worn since he was in his 20s. His belly stuck out from under it, and he was wearing a pair of basketball shorts that seemed way too small for him. He was in the kitchen, singing along to Seven Nation Army by the White Stripes. The kitchen looked like it'd been scrubbed clean, the dishes were done, and he was making what looked like brownie batter. His pointed ears twitched, and then he turned back to his son, a wide smile on his face.

"Hey Kiddo, welcome home!" He said with a happiness and energy Buster hadn't seen in years.

"Uh, is everything okay?" Buster asked.

"Yeah, I just woke up this morning, and thought: Hey, it's been forever since I had a day off. Why don't I take one and do some stuff around the house?" Rex said as he wiped his paws off on a towel. "Oh, and also, I got something fun from a buddy at work. He had a VR set he gave to me because he upgraded. Apparently, it's some knockoff brand, but it still works, want to try it out?"

"Really?" Buster asked a bit taken aback. He'd only ever seen VR headsets in videos, it wasn't like he had any real-life friends who had one. "If you're serious, then sure, I guess."

"Word," the dog said clapping his paws together.

"What word? Are you having a stroke?" Buster asked with a furrow of his brow and a cock of his head.

"My bad, I guess kids these days say something else. I just mean yeah, let's go, it'll be lit."

Buster cringed, but he just followed his father to the living room. The coffee table had been moved out of the way, and the couch had been pulled back. The curtains were drawn, and the room was darker than it should have been for that time of day. The headset rested on the couch. It was a clear piece of plastic with a strap around it that had a beefy hunk of plastic on the back where the components were held.

Rex grabbed it from the sofa, and he handed it to his son. "Go ahead, I've had it all day."

"Shouldn't this be hooked to a PC or something?" He asked as he looked down at the headset with a frown.

"Nope, it uses cloud computing. It just runs off the wifi, you just have to put it on and it'll start."

"What about controllers though?" He asked.

"Oh it works like one of those old kinects," his dad gestured at the TV where a small video camera looking device laid. "My buddy said they wanted it to be as plug and play as possible."

"Alright," Buster said with a shrug and slipped the band over his head. The screen lit up, and there was an animated pixel art icon of a gray wolf's head in a weird hat that winked at him. The words "Preston Uptown Products" flashed across the screen, and then the screen began to swirl with color. The dog furrowed his brow as he stared at the swirling colors, and he turned to look at his father, but he couldn't see him. The colors felt like they'd taken over his world. He gasped, and he felt a chill run down his spine.

"Dad this feels weird..." Buster said. He wanted to reach up and take it off, but his arms felt heavy. He felt so tired all of a sudden.

"That means it's working," a voice said next to his ear. He carefully guided his son to the couch and helped him sit down. The older dog sat down next to him, and the old couch creaked under his weight.

"What's going on," the younger dog asked with a whimper.

"Nothing's wrong, sweety," the older doberman said as he hugged his son tightly. He nuzzled at his son's ear and whisper, "you've just been a very naughty boy, and daddy found a way to fix you."

"Naughty?" The teenager whimpered. "Dad that sounds like something you'd say to a puppy, I'm a... I'm a..." The dog's mind blanked. He blinked.

"You are a puppy though, my Silly Puppy, remember?" The older dog said as he kept holding his son. His bulk was pressed against the smaller body, and Buster was unable to move as the lights wrapped themselves around his thoughts.

He remembered the last time his dad had called him that. When he was coming back from soccer practice just before his mom died. His head hurt, and in the hazy fog of his mind the memories twisted. He now knew that wasn't the last time, was it? No, his dad had always called him that. He'd never stopped. Whenever he heard the words, it made him feel relaxed. Like he was special. Like he mattered to his dad. Some of the tension in his chest eased every time a new memory of that phrase popped into his head.

When the older dog felt Buster relax, he pulled back a bit. The fatherly dobie slid down on his knees, and he moved between his son's legs.

"So, my Silly Puppy, what did you feel after your mom died?" The older doberman asked as he began to untie his son's shoes from his hindpaws.

"I... I felt alone, and scared. Rebecca was going to go to college in just two years, and I was going to be alone... I didn't want to see you or her, I wanted to be alone and get away before I could lose you too, like I lost her..." The boy trailed off as the memories flashed before his eyes again. He remembered spending hours alone in his room, even when his sister and father tried to get him to do things with them. He found himself going to deeper and darker places, he found something-pawful and 63chan. He read and saw things that... The memories twisted, and he felt a flash of pain go through his skull. He whimpered and he felt his dad's paw stroke through the fur on his bare leg. He wondered when he'd lost his pants, but his train of thought drifted away as his father spoke again.

"It's okay, Silly Puppy. I'm sorry I left you alone, I should have known you needed to be with Daddy," Rex said with a bit of regret in his voice, before it was followed by, "but it won't be like that now. You just need to remember how I cared for you, and was there for you after she died. Like you deserved. How me and your sister loved you, and how you let us in."

"Dad what are you..." Buster said and then his memories began to twist again. The message board deep dives were replaced by nights on the couch with his sister and dad watching movies, laughing, and chatting after them. He remembered falling asleep, and his dad carrying him to bed. He remembered feeling safe in the older dog's paws, and the scared feelings slowly vanished. The message board rants, the swattings, the awful things he'd said or seen were pushed out of his mind, and replaced by warm memories of him and his family. When his sister moved out, it was mostly just him and his dad. Spending their nights together and making sure he felt loved.

The older doberman grabbed a pair of scissors and he carefully cut off his son's shirt, leaving him naked on the couch.

"So, son, tell me again, how did you feel after your mom died?" Rex asked in a calm tone.

"I was scared... but you and Rebecca made sure I felt loved and safe. Even though I wanted to hide, I opened up and I let you in." Buster said and his chest felt lighter than it had in years.

The older dog carefully pulled the tattered shreds of his son's clothes out from behind his back.

Rex started to take off his own clothes, and he asked.

"Tell me, how were you at school?" He asked.

"I... no one wanted to be next to the weird kid, no girl would talk to me and all the boys made fun of me..." He said, but in his mind he knew that wasn't true. He'd pushed them away on purpose. Everyone that had reached out to him, he'd found a way to drive them away. Because if his mother could leave him, everyone could. He didn't want to feel that pain ever again.

"We both know that's not true, Silly Puppy. I know you tried to push them away, but aren't you happy you failed?"

"I didn't... I..." He broke off and the pain from before came back, but now it was like a gentle buzz in the back of his skull. He remembered trying to push people away, but someone always reached out far enough with a paw he couldn't push away. Some had moved away, others he grew apart from, and some went to other schools. But he always had someone. His nights were filled with conversations over text or chat about hopes, dreams, and fantasies. It felt good not to be so alone.

"Y-yeah, I'm thankful for every friend I had..." He said with a soft groan. "My head feels fuzzy..."

"It's okay, that's a good sign. Just relax and let yourself go. You're just my Silly Puppy, you don't need to think very hard," the older doberman said in a soft soothing voice.

"So do you remember your first boyfriend?" The older dog asked.

"I'm not a faggot," the young dog growled and his fingers twitched.

"That's a very bad word puppy, you should know better. Do I need to bend you over my knee and spank you?" The older dog said in a stern voice.

The voice made something fearful and twist inside of the younger dog's chest. No! He was a good puppy, he couldn't be bad.

"No," he whimpered.

"No, what?" Rex asked sternly again.

"No, Dad..."

"Daddy."

The young dog hesitated.

"No, Daddy..."

"Good boy," the older dog cooed and it make the boy's stubby tail wag behind him. Buster liked being called a good boy.

"So Silly Puppy, do you remember your first boyfriend?" The older dog asked.

"I'm not a f... gay, Daddy," he said.

"Then why did you have a boyfriend?" Rex asked casually.

"I didn't..." He tried to remember, he felt like he'd never been in love with anyone. But that didn't feel true. He remembered a face. Justin's face. The young gray wolf who he'd met as a freshman, and he'd dated to sophomore year, until his family moved away. He remembered being in his arms, watching football games, meeting his parents, and the wolf meeting his family. Buster remembered the last week before he'd went away forever, and how good it had felt to finally be with someone. They'd drifted apart after that, Justin didn't do social media, and Buster lost all his phone contacts when his phone broke last year.

"Justin..." He said softly, "I loved him, I loved him a lot."

"You did," the older dog said as he sat next to his son. "You cried into my arms all night long when he left, remember?" Rex said softly, before reaching up and pulling his son against him, letting Buster's head rest on his chest. "Just like this, tears staining daddy's fur and worrying no one would ever love you again. But that's not true, is it? Daddy loves his Silly Puppy, and he always will."

"Y-yeah," Buster said, and he found himself hugging his father, breathing in his rich manly scent. It was like old spice body wash mixed with the lingering scents of his work garage. "Daddy loves his Silly Puppy..." Buster mumbled.

"That's right," the mechanic said as he leaned down and whispered into his ear. "And daddy always will, remember when you came out?" The other dog said as he stroked his boy's side, "you were 14, so scared, shaking in your paws when I found the little pride flag pin in your backpack." Rex softly mumbled, his hot breath rolling in the younger lad's ear, "You were in tears just like that night with Justin. I hugged you close, and told you I was Bi, so you didn't need to worry."

The young dog's tail wagged at the new memory. He'd felt so relieved. His dad knew what it was like to be like him, and he'd felt so close to him in that moment. The older dog nuzzled between his ears.

"Okay Silly Puppy, you keep playing with your new toy, and I want you to just let everything in, okay? Don't wall yourself off, just let it help you, like it helped me."

"Yes, Daddy," the boy responded dreamily.

"Good boy," Rex stood up and stroked Buster's head before he went back into the kitchen.

Buster lost himself in the pretty colors.

Memories changed before his eyes. The pain and misery he'd created for himself melting away, and being replaced with hope and love. He stopped pushing people away, stopped hating people just for who they were, and he changed. The black shell he'd let form over his heart cracked, and the warmth poured in. His tail wagged happily against the back of the couch, wagging softly.

As his memories changed, his desires did too. He no longer wanted to be some business major CEO, he was a Silly Puppy, why did he need college anyway?

"Daddy's Silly Puppy is too dumb for college," he groaned aloud. He could do something with his body like construction worker or... stripper. Yeah, being a stripper would be nice, wouldn't it? He could just picture himself on a pole, a thong clinging to his small package, and showing off his ass. Fingers sliding along the pole as the house lights danced around him, while those old horny men ogled him for his body.

His cock started to rise from his sheath, and he groaned as his overfull balls started to pulse between his thighs. It'd been so long since his last wet dream, he hadn't pawed in so long, he was afraid he'd lose his masculine essence... but no, that wasn't right, was it? Didn't he jack off all the time and everywhere? His paw was always on his dick and he was always making a sticky puddles on the floor before licking them up. His cock pulsed hard from his sheath, his knot starting to form as his balls churned for a release.

Yeah, he'd jacked off so much since he found his little friend. His jackoff fantasies started to play in his head. He saw big older men, heavy bodies covered in sweat as they used him. Bellies rubbing against the bridge of his nose, the taste of salty balls rolling over his tongue, and the twinge of a thick daddy dick under his stubby tail. He imagined himself bent over the bench in the locker room, and the polar bear couch plowing his ass until he squirted his seed... no, his little puppy puddles... over the tiled floor. He thrust his hips, his body starting to move again, and he began to pant.

The image changed and there was a tall buck in front of him, one of those species that was lesser than his canine... no, this buck was what a real man was like, his species wasn't somehow inferior to his. That whitetail towered over him now, those proud deadly antlers glinting as he stroked his fat cock in front of the panting puppy. If anything, he was inferior to this stunning example of a male. The doberman yearned to worship his fat belly, suckle on his flabby pecs, and feel that much bigger cock than his slide along his shaft showing him how much of a Silly Puppy dicklet he had.

He could almost feel it as the big buck pushed him up against the wall, and kissed him. That thick tongue sliding into his muzzle and teasing his sharp canine teeth... he was really going to have to get those fixed. The buck lifted his legs, and Buster whimpered as he felt the head of that massive cock tease his well trained slutty hole. He gasped as 10 inches of venison sausage thrusted into him, and the buck's massive balls slapped against his ass. He could feel his little dicklet pulsing against the older man's belly, groaning as he was thrust in and out of. His pleasure button screaming out as it was smashed, he reached up and gripped his head in real life and in the vision. He leaned against the couch, and his legs kicked as pleasure rose in him higher and higher. Eventually he whined, and his cock twitched. He came around the big deer's dick and cum squirted over his flat stomach, that backed up seed leaving a big sticky streak in his fur.

He could feel his insides heat up as that buck came in him, giving him his potent alpha seed, before he was replaced by a big ram who was more than happy to fill the Silly Puppy's sloppy hole. His fantasies used him, and showed him just what it was like to be a good boy. How much pleasure he could have by making his little dicklet squirt again and again and again while those men all used him and his holes. His muzzle felt dry, and he felt the couch next to him move, and something pressed to his lips. He started to suckle on the silicone and he was rewarded with a gush of water across his tongue. He suckled on it, his head bobbing as he sucked, and he began to realize it was a canine dildo, his lips brushing against the knot as he greedily sucked and got his fill of the water.

"Easy now, Silly Puppy." Rex said soothingly. "You got a while to go yet, you've only made one puppy puddle. You have a lot more to make before you're the good boy I know you can be, and all those bad boy thoughts are gone. You want to be a good boy for daddy, right?"

"Yes Daddy," Buster panted.

"Good boy, here, eat this. It will help," something was brought in front of Buster's nose. And he smelled the oven fresh browning before his nose. He drooled, and gave a needy whine as he opened his muzzle, and it was placed inside. The dog bit down, and there was an odd taste that mixed under the brownie's amazing flavor, but he gobbled it down anyway. It fell heavily into his empty stomach and instantly he started to feel weirder. The colors seemed more intense, and the fantasies felt more strange and real.

"Good puppy, just get lost in the pretty colors," his dad groaned. "Just think about how much of a good boy you are, even if you can be bad sometimes."

"B-bad sometimes?" Buster said questioningly.

"Yeah, like when you'd sneak into my room after I pawed and suck my cum rag dry," his dad growled. "Or when you'd steal my jocks after work, and you'd shove your nose into them as you made a big sticky mess on your sheets. Then you'd lick up your little puppy puddle and do it again and again until your itty bitty sissy nuts were empty." The older dog said with a growl.

"I did?" He whined. The memories flooded back to him now, sneaking into his dad's room, or volunteering to do laundry. Rubbing himself raw when he found the perfect pair, not too dirty, but still filled with that old dog's musk. He felt the couch move beside him, and then a paw on the back of his head. He didn't resist as he was pushed forward, and his nose pressed into his father's balls. He breathed in, his wet nose pressed right below the man's sheath and into the neck of his stud sac. The sac that made him. The memories came like floods to him now, and his cock pulsed harder now.

"I did..." He moaned in agreement this time. "Daddy, you just smell so good... It was so hard to resist, don't be mad at me..."

"I'm not, Silly Puppy," he grumbled happily as he left his son's head in his crotch. He stroked the boy's sensitive pointed ears. "I just felt bad that you didn't feel like you could come to daddy, if you wanted my scent so bad, you just had to tell me." He rumbled. "I could have shoved you between my legs anytime you wanted." The stud dog's cock rested on Buster's muzzle, he could feel that warm slick flesh pulsing there and he could see bits of it through the visor.

"But that's okay, because daddy figured out what you were doing eventually, didn't he?" The bear leaned down and growled into his ear. "Remember, a few weeks after your 18th birthday, when daddy caught you red pawed in the laundry room, on all fours, that cute little hole winking under your nub tail, and your stickies shooting across the floor?"

He did remember that, the insides of his ears turned red, and they folded back at the memory of being caught. He'd just been so lonely after Justin left... He missed the scent of a real man. He wanted to just get lost in it, and he couldn't stop himself that day. He'd been such a naughty puppy.

"Sorry daddy, I... I just thought, I bet, dad's dick tastes so good... and I couldn't stop myself," he whined.

"I know Silly Puppy, but when daddy saw you like that, he realized just how desperate you must be. I started to worry about what my naughty puppy might do if I left you alone, remember?"

"Y-yeah," he moaned, "you were worried I'd meet some stranger online and they'd take me away, Daddy."

"Mmmhmm, and I didn't want to ever lose my Silly Puppy, so what did I do?" The older dog asked, and he let his son's head up from his balls. Buster faintly registered footsteps, but it felt harder and harder to think clearly about anything outside of the bright colors that ruled his life. He whined, squirming on the couch, he heard the sound of a cap popping, and then a hand slide over his soft rump. He would really need to start doing something to make his butt bigger though... He then felt his dad's fingers slide across his puckered hole and he gasped. "Come on puppy, don't you remember?"

"You... you said..." Buster said as the memories trickled in. "You said if a Silly Puppy wanted a real stud's dick so bad, why... why didn't he get to know the one who made him?" The entranced doberman said, his mouth watering as he remembered his dad dropping his pants right there, standing just in his white tanktop and grinning down on him. His cock hard, pulsing, pre forming on the tip as he crawled over to it, and he tasted his dad's dick for the first time. He felt fingers on his lips, and he felt them push inside. He tasted his dad's pre-cum. That salty taste exploding over his tongue and mixing with the memory. He moaned and he kicked softly on the couch.

"And remember how daddy started to help you become the best Silly Puppy you could be after that? One he knew would get all his naughty needs taken care of?"

"Yeah, you did daddy..." he moaned as new memories trickled in as his father slowly circled a slick finger around his hole. He remembered sucking on his dad's cock when he'd come home. Dropping to his knees and worshiping that big man that matched his dreams. Getting his before dinner treat of that older man's cum, and his little stumpy tail wagging. He remembered their nights on the couch becoming more interesting as they watched porn and dad teased him just like he was now, and then doing all sorts of other naughty things.

He gasped, and his tail lifted high as he felt his father's thick finger slip into him. He felt like a virgin, which was weird, he was just so tight. His father's finger worked in and out and he tried to relax. He lifted up his nub tail high, "Daddy loves it when I lift my tail..." He groaned.

"I really do, puppy." He said with a rumble in his chest, before leaning in and nibbling along the younger man's neck. His fingers rubbed across the boy's chest, avoiding the sticky mess on his belly as his finger's probed deeper into the boy's rump. "Daddy loves his Silly Puppy, and I just want you to be as happy as you make me. So that means if my boy loves it when I pound him hard and deep with my dick, then that's what I'll do. I'll know I'll love it just as much as him."

"Daddy's cock is all I need," he groaned, "that's all I want to be happy."

"And you'll get it puppy, but we gotta make sure you're all fixed first," he growled into the other dog's ear, and a second finger joined the first. The boy's cock was painfully hard now, the assault on his prostate making his balls churn again, and whimpers escaped his slutty muzzle. He reached up and grabbed his head, and he panted as his face twisted into a goofy grin. "Come on puppy, why don't you cum for Daddy? Cum for me and become daddy's Silly Puppy forever and ever. Let it all out, all the bad thoughts and desires, and just be the happy puppy I want you to be." He growled, "and when you do, I'll put in your favorite doggy toy, the cock that's almost as big as mine, and so much bigger than yours, and you can ride it until the pretty lights end, and you're just my happy Silly Puppy."

"Daddy... I..." He squirmed, his foot on the edge of the couch as his mind was slammed with pleasure. The feelings from whatever was in the brownies made his head spin, and he panted. His sac pulled up tight again, his balls flexed, and he came again. Memories deleted themselves with that orgasm, all that made him hate the world vanished, and he became something better. His thoughts changing with every splash of thick canine cum, and becoming his daddy's Silly Puppy then, now, and forever. He howled, and he collapsed back, panting, his arms tired, wanting to close his eyes but unable.

"That's a good boy, let out all those bad boy thoughts," he said as he pressed hard into the boy's prostate, forcing more cum to dribble out of his pulsing shaft and the boy to yowl in pleasure. He fell limp against his dad's side, nuzzling into his chest, and breathing in his rich scent that he loved.

"I love you daddy," he groaned.

"I love you too, Silly Puppy. Now, just lay down, and let the pretty lights guide you to sleep." The dog said as he hugged his son, and then laid him down on the couch. He lifted his son's legs, and Buster let out a soft moan as he felt that silicone cock slide into his rump, his body feeling so relaxed that he even felt the knot manage to slide into him. He flicked off the lights, and the dobie laid there in the dark, the swirling lights finishing what they started, cementing everything in his brain as the puppy puddle on his belly grew bigger and bigger with each mind altering orgasm, until just clear fluid would dribble from his dick, his balls utterly and completely empty.

He passed out, but he could remember his dad picking him up just like when he was a pup. He squeezed him tight, and he felt so good to be his daddy's Silly Puppy again.

===

Buster woke in the morning feeling his father's morning wood pressed against his rump, and he lifted his stub tail up high. He felt that man slide into him with ease, feeling that hot cock spread him open, and he moaned into the pillow as his dad filled him. It felt so weird, almost like this was the first time... but he knew it couldn't be. He felt that heavy belly pressed into his back, and he pushed back against his dad's thrusting hips, and he moaned like the slutty dog toy he was. His dad bred him so hard, like he hadn't been under someone's tail in so long, but the puppy knew that was a silly thought to have. His dad bred him every morning. He felt that knot slamming against his hole, and he groaned as he felt it pop inside and press right against his prostate. He felt the warm gush of his dad's cum, and he came, a puppy puddle forming on his dad's bedsheets.

Rex's fingers interlocked with his son as his knot rested in the younger dobie's ass. He nuzzled the back of his son's neck, "so puppy, what do you want to do today?"

"Suck Daddy's dick," Buster moaned and cuddled back into his father's warm body. His dad chuckled.

"Silly Puppy, I mean, besides that," he said as he squeezed his son's hand. They shared each other's warmth, closer than either of them had been in their whole lives, but neither knowing it.

"Hmm... I think I want to go clothes shopping; all my stuff seems so... not like myself lately, ya'know?" Buster said as his stub tail slowly wagged against the underside of his father's belly, "And I want to get my ear pierced, something really colorful." He shrugged and his father felt it.

"I think that would look really cute," he said as he rested his head in the crook of his son's neck. "Maybe you could get a ring for every color of the rainbow." The older dog said as he leaned up and then nuzzled along his son's cropped ear. "It would be fun to hear them jingle as I breed you," he growled.

"Daaadddy, that's so lewd," the doberman said with a playful giggle and a shove back of his rump on the knot still trapped in his hole. "Besides, if I was going to get anything pierced it would be my nipples. Get some gold hoops just like you did," he said, his brow furrowed for a second. Wait... had his dad always... there was a twinge of pain and the thought faded as a smile came over his face. Yeah, dad had those for years.

"Oh no, lewd is going to be the underwear shopping we're also going to do," the older man rumbled as he slid his paw down to grab his son's bare ass. "I think you've been wearing far too many clothes around the house lately, I think you need something more age appropriate." He said as his fingers slide between his son's cheeks to trace around the base of his knot and his son's hole. "I think some nice thongs, something red for sure. And some jockstraps for sure." The dog paused and a lustful growl grew in his throat, "maybe, if you're a really good boy, I'll get you a nice set of panties... Watching you prance around the house on them like you were daddy's little girl would be so naughty," the studly doberman said as his paw slide down and grabbed his son's shaft. He squeezed it and his son's cock flexed, already hard again.

"Daaadddy," his son whined again, a hint of lust and worry in his voice. "That all sounds so expensive."

"Well, I feel like spoiling my favorite boy today. So the world is your oyster today. Besides, you start your new job at the..." he paused blinking, and then the memory surfaced, and he began to speak like he'd never stopped talking, "... tailraiser today. So, we'll have the money. We could even do something extravagant. For example, you could even go get your claws done. You used to paint them all the time when you were a pup, remember?" the older doberman asked with a soft rumble.

"Daddy," the younger doberman said in a tone of mock rage, "I am still a pup. I'm your Silly Puppy, remember?"

His dad laughed and made his knot finally pop from his boy's hole. Cum oozed from it and onto the younger doberman's ass. Rex grabbed his phone and took a quick pic, before adjusting his position and wrapping his arm around his son and pulling him close.

"I remember," he said with a happy sigh, "and you'll always be my Silly Puppy. I'm so proud of you."

The insides of Buster's ears turned red, and he turned around in his dad's arms so his blue eyes could look into the set that matched. Their noses pressed together, and as a response they kissed. Canine tongues sliding between their lips, the younger's teeth playfully teasing at his dad's tongue as they kissed like only lovers could. Rex broke the kiss and he rubbed his nose against his son's again.

Rex's heart felt so light. He felt like a weight had been lifted off his chest, but he couldn't figure out why. But he never wanted to let this feeling go.

Somewhere behind the screen of Rex's computer a wolf watched the pair through the old doberman's cam. The wolf smiled, and in a crackle so soft neither dog could have heard, a voice whispered.

"Another satisfied customer of Preston Uptown Products."