DIRTY PUPS
by Black Wings

Hi, e621! My friend Dani told me this is a good place to tell stories. I got a very cool one, I hope you like it. It has a surprise included hehe. I read the rules (blah!) so I’ll introduce myself. My name is Harry, I'm a ten year old white Andean goat, I'm tall for my age and I play soccer very well.

It happened last weekend. I was in my room when I heard my mom's voice. Well, she had already called me a couple of times, but I was playing LoL and couldn't stop. Now she sounded pretty angry.

“Harry, come to the kitchen, I won't say it again!”

Mom hardly ever gets angry, but when she does she’s very scary. She’s very very tall, brown with a white spot on her face. I ran over to see what she wanted, hoping she wouldn't punish me. She was taking a huge cake out of the oven. I started drooling, you can't imagine how it smelled. It was all chocolate; white, dark and milk choc, all creamy and shiny. I put my hands in front of it to compare and the cake was as tall as both of them put together! My tail wagged helplessly and I leaned over to sniff it better.

“Don't you dare touch it,” Mom said in a severe tone. “It's for my book club. Now listen, your grandma called me and wants us to have a girls night. So, I told her to bring your uncle and you’ll spend the night together, okay?”
“Yes!”

I started bouncing around the kitchen. It's a silly habit, but I couldn't stop myself. My uncle was coming to see me!

“Don't shout! I hope you behave yourself and don't cause any trouble.”
“I won't, Mom. Thank you!”

I gave her a big hug. No boring babysitters or guys trying to be cool, just me and my uncle. Yes, I know it's a little weird to act so cheerful, but my uncle is not a lame adult. My uncle knows any trick to any game you can think of, and plays electric guitar ,and does karate, and all kinds of cool stuff. Not like my dad, who spends all day working.

“If you're done being crazy, tidy up your room. And then go in the hall and pick up your trainers, you just tossed them when you came.”
“Mom, I was playing!
“You're playing the lottery for a week without your computer if you don't obey now. Come on, I have to get ready, do as I say.”

She shook my hair. She knows I don't like it, it messes up my cool style. She says I do it, but she leaves it in a little kid style . I obeyed anyway, I didn't want her to change her mind or leave me grounded, that would have been the worst. I didn't touch the cake either, in case you're wondering. Well, about an eternity later my mom came out. She was wearing a green dress and looked cute - I'm not saying she is, the other kids in my class are!

I ran for the door as soon as the bell rang. I remember swaying with excitement as my mom opened the door. She won't let me open it, so I always have to wait. But she does it to protect me, so it's okay, I guess. Mom stuff. Anyway, the interesting part is coming. I ran out as soon as the door was opened to greet my uncle, almost knocking him down. Did I mention we're only two years apart? Surprise!

My grandmother had my mother at a very young age. I know my mom is 26, but granny has never told me her age. All I know is she has some gray hair already, but her skin isn’t sagging yet. My cousin Eddie is white like me, although he has a little more developed horns and a black spot on her neck. He was wearing a Sons of Anarchy t-shirt and jeans that day. I was wearing a yellow t-shirt and blue shorts. I jumped up to hug him and he stroked my hair softly, without making a mess of it. Let's see if my mother learns.

“Well, Edward, take good care of your nephew. If you need anything..." she listed a long, boring list of things, "call me. Got it?”
“Sure, no problem. Can we order pizza for dinner?”
“Well…”
“Yes, Mom, please, please, please, please!”

She hesitated and looked at my grandma.

“Let them have fun tonight," she replied, "Just indulge them.”
“Okay,” Mom gave a long sigh. “But no anchovies, they'll make you sick. And let your uncle be the one to open the door. Understood?”
“Yes, aunt.”
“Yes, mom.”

After repeating the usual emergency phone calls and stuff twice more, the two of them finally left, leaving us alone. The good stuff begins now, pay attention! At first we played Call of Duty and then I showed her the new Punisher comic I got. Mom doesn't know about it, she says it's too violent for me. I traded it to a kid on the playground for my weekly bag of sweets. It was soooo worth it. We were reading it, making up voices and laughing together until we got tired.

“What do you want to do now?” he asked as he stretched. He's so tall, easily six inches over me.
“Blind man’s buff!”
“Are you sure?” he chuckled. “You know I always find you!
“Not this time!” I replied, frowning, “Come on, catch me if you can!”

We turned off all the lights and I ran out into the living room. I had been practicing and had some really good hiding places (like behind the lamp) but it didn't work: he found all my hiding places over and over again. On the fourth try I tried to trick him by going into the kitchen, but somehow he knew I was there and cornered me under the table.

“I told you, you make too much noise with your feet. And now, for cheating, I'm going to get my reward. Deadly tickles!”
“Noooooooooo!”

I exaggerated the scream as he tickled my belly and armpits. I tried to resist, but my uncle Edie knows all my weak spots. I gave an involuntary kick and then noticed a dull ache, I had inadvertently hit the table! I remembered the cake a second later just as it fell to the floor, splattering tiles, table legs, chairs, and furniture. I stood there, still, watching the huge mess over the kitchen. Edie gawked at me and I went blank.

“There, there.”

I noticed how he hugged me tight. I was shaking, although I didn't realize at that instant I had started to cry. All I could think about was how much I was going to be scolded. I had really screwed up.

“Relax, it's just a cake. Now we'll clean it up and…”
“That won’t help! Mom's gonna kill me! She's going to take away my computer, my comics and keep me from going out until I get old, and then I'll die with no friends and nothing…”
“She won't,” Edie replied, his face turning serious. “I'll tell her it was my fault.”
“Really?” I stopped crying almost instantly. Stunned, I watched as my uncle nodded.
“Yes.”

He passed me a hand to wipe the snot away. I let him do so, gradually feeling better. My uncle was very warm and the way he caressed me and how calm his heartbeat was, I gradually calmed down.

“Although since it has been wasted, we can put it to use.”
“How?”

He smiled at me and took a piece of cake. By the time I understood it was too late. Half of my face was now a jumble of chocolate shavings and messy fur.

“Food fight!”

And so we began to fight. I dodged the next shot and made a nice ball  I managed to throw at his shoulder. It was great. We knocked over the table and took cover behind the chairs, shouting like crazy. Sometimes we hit each other, but half the time we slipped on the cake scraps that covered the entire floor. Our clothes looked like they had been pulled out of a fresh mud puddle.

“Reveeeenge!” I exclaimed as I ran towards him with a particularly large piece. I lunged and landed on his chest, covering his face after a pause for an evil laugh. From forehead to chin, I rubbed all over him until his snout was an indistinguishable part of the creamy mass. He licked a little and I stood on him laughing. And then he sat up and kissed me.

I felt weird. It was so kind of soft. I felt my cheeks get warm. It was weird, but fun. I had always thought kissing was gross, but nope. I'm sure it's because it was my uncle and not a girl. I thought about that later, because Eddie kissed me again and this time I tried to mimic him a little, pressing my lips together and cocking my head to the side. I pressed a little harder and felt her tongue, kind of rough and salty.

“Would you let me coat you?” He said, lifting up a shapeless piece of cake.
“Umm, okay.”

I don't know why I said yes. I guess because my mother hates it when I get messy. And well, I trusted my uncle. It was like a massage, you know, but better. He covered my whole face first, ending with a final lick on my snout. I thought that was fair. He reached down and pulled my shirt off, exposing my chest, just as white as the rest of my body. Or at least it was for a moment. My uncle's hands came loaded with chocolate, which dripped back to the floor between his fists. I laughed, it tickled as it was dropped down my back, my shoulders, and chest - it's called chest, mom told me, don't laugh! It was weird, but funny.

Then his hands went down my back and brushed my butt. He unbuttoned my shorts in a flash and left me in just my boxers (white with sharks, if you're interested). As he painted my thighs brown, I began to feel funny. Not bad, but something new. They were like tickling, but deeper inside, making me feel nervous and breathe faster. My uncle kissed me again and this time I enjoyed it more, I tried to draw back his tongue with mine.

He ran his hands down my briefs, the elastic waistband put up no resistance. I tried to stop him, surprised, but he pressed me to the floor and pulled them off. I was paralyzed. He ran more chocolate over my buttocks, massaged them and then went to my crotch. I admit I let out a high-pitched moan, very girlish, but I couldn't help it, he was giving me so much pleasure! I covered myself with my hands and he laughed.

“Can I suck you off?”
“That's gay!”
“I know. So?”
“Well..." I was having a good time and I was curious, so I nodded, "As long as nobody finds out.”
“Uncle and nephew's secret, promise,” he crossed his fingers and looked at me, expectantly.

I pulled my hands away, very slowly. My uncle took off his shirt, then his pants and blew his underpants in the air. Now we were both naked, only I was dirtier than he was. He hugged me and I blushed a lot, feeling his body clinging to mine and soaking up all the still fresh, slippery cake. Other than that, I could feel his sheath and balls against my tummy. They were twice as big as mine and hung low, rubbing against me. I felt so envious, he was already starting to look like a billy goat and mine were barely visible, just two little grapes that barely stood out on my crotch.

It was unbelievable. In a second, his tongue was licking my sheath, there was a warmth that made me shiver. My little prick came out, pink and very thin, a little pointy. I held onto his horns while he swallowed. He did it so well he even took my little balls in his mouth without hesitation. He sped up without me even noticing, distracted by how good it felt. I was moaning loudly, but he didn't tell me to shut up. On the contrary, he pushed harder and harder as he felt a pressure on my hard little butt. It was as if all of that earlier titillation had been concentrated and now it wanted to come out. I pushed hard against him and then it was as if something exploded, only nothing came out. I was half dizzy, staring at the ceiling unable to focus as I gasped. My uncle dropped by my side and kissed me again.

“Will you help me clean up?”
“Okay. But... ummm, can we do it again?”
“As many times as you want.”

We did it about seven more times that day. You should have seen the delivery man's face when he brought us our food! Since then we play every time he comes over and we do more and more dirty and adult stuff. I hope you liked it, send me stars and likes for more dirty stories!

THE END