Warning: This chapter contains pedophilia and bestiality.

Saturday: The Day Everything Changed

Brian's eyes shot open as he awakened from a very disturbing dream. In his dream the events described in his online chat with Stewie actually happened, and…he had enjoyed it…a lot. He shook his head.

Why can't I stop thinking about him like that now!? I've never been attracted to Stewie!

At that moment, he thought back to an incident from a while back where he had come on to the child while the boy was in disguise as a female, as if to refute his own claim that he had never found the infant sexually attractive. He shook his head again.

No. Th-that was different. Yeah. I didn't know that it was actually Stewie in disguise then. I thought it was someone else.

He knew that wasn't true. A part of him had known that it was Stewie he was fooling around with. How could he not? He had seen the boy in disguise on several occasions. Not to mention, he could always tell when the child was around due to his scent. A scent that Brian knew very, very well. He knew it had been Stewie the entire time. What had gotten into him that day? Why had he done that? This was the first time he had thought about the incident since blocking it from his memory not long after it had occurred, and now he was beginning to question whether or not he actually wanted Stewie. That kiss in the park had awakened something in him, made him realize something that he had been hiding from himself for a very long time. He sighed.

Shit. I am attracted to Stewie.

As if things weren't bad enough already, now he had to deal with the sick fact that he was a pedophile. What was he going to do? He sat up and looked over at the clock. It was already ten in the morning, but no one in the house was awake, all of them having decided to sleep in. It was Saturday after all, might as well. Brian wished he could do the same, but he was wide awake now, pondering all this new information he was learning about himself and trying to decide what his next course of action should be. He hopped off of the bed and walked out of the room before heading downstairs to retrieve the letters he had received over the course of the past week. He began reading through them. He wasn't sure why he was doing this. All he knew was that he was trying to make sense out of a senseless situation. Maybe reading through these letters, now that he knew who they were from, would help. He flipped over to the first one he had received and skimmed over it. He had expected to feel disgusted while reading these now that he knew that Stewie had written them, but that's not how he felt at all. He had the exact same feeling in his chest that he had had when he'd originally read it. The words ignited a passion within him that was both exhilarating and terrifying. He went back and read over a few of his favorite lines.

To put things simply, I'm in love with you, Brian…

He couldn't help but smile at this, despite knowing that it was wrong to be so happy to read something like that. He looked at the part where Stewie talked about being afraid of rejection, and he felt a pang of guilt.

He was right to worry about that, but I did the right thing. I can't be with Stewie like that.

I want it more than anything…

He doesn't know what he wants. He's just a kid.

I understand you, Brian, and I just know that, if you give me a chance, I can fill that empty space in your heart.

Stewie does understand me, more than I probably understand myself sometimes, and what he wrote here is just so poignant it almost makes me believe his love for me is real. But it can't be. He's too young to understand things like that.

Brian finished looking over the first letter. Reading it now, he couldn't believe he hadn't figured out who it was that wrote it.

Everything about it sounds exactly like, Stewie. I can't even read through it anymore without hearing his voice, and it just…fits. Actually, now that I think about it…

He brought the letters up to his nose and inhaled deeply before letting out a long exhale, practically moaning as he did so.

"Ohhhhhh."

He slapped himself mentally for that reaction, but still, it confirmed his suspicion.

They even smell like Stewie. How the fuck did I miss that!?

The dog flipped to the next letter and read through it.

I've come really close to confessing how I feel on quite a few occasions now…

He thought back to one particular moment that that sentence reminded him of. He and Stewie had been trapped in a bank vault together, and he had just confided in the child his struggle with depression and thoughts of suicide. Stewie had said that he loved him then, and for a moment, the dog had actually thought the infant had meant romantically. It made him happy to hear that, but then, Stewie quickly specified it as a platonic love. For a split second, he had been a little disappointed.

What would have happened if Stewie hadn't lied about how he really felt? What would I have done?

…even though it hurts, I wouldn't give it up for anything because I couldn't imagine my life not knowing you.

The dog felt a knot forming in his throat. These were such powerful words, and they had meant so much to him before. No, they still meant a lot to him, maybe even more so now that he knew where they were from.

I couldn't imagine my life without knowing you either, Stewie.

If things ever work out between us, I want it to be because it's what we both want not because it's what I need.

The dog's mouth fell open. He had forgotten this part.

Stewie wrote…that?

That didn't sound like the kind of love a child felt for their crush. That didn't sound like any love Brian had ever had the pleasure of experiencing. That love sounded so…real, and the way the child had worded that sentence was so beyond anything any normal child could ever come up with. A small laugh escaped his lips.

Of course, Stewie isn't a normal child. He's…more than that, but that doesn't change anything, does it?

...you're so much more than that, Brian, especially to me.

Damn it!

He cursed himself. These letters were actually starting to get to him. It was probably a good idea to put them away and never look at them again. He couldn't, though.

I…I have to keep reading…t-to better understand the situation. Yeah.

He flipped over to the next letter.

…it should go without saying that, since I feel the way I do about you, I'd also want to be with you.

Brian couldn't argue with that. If Stewie really loved him, it would make perfect sense for him to want…other things as well. He read the description of Stewie's fantasy, and no matter how much he tried, he couldn't bring himself to feel disgusted by it. There was just nothing that disgusting about it. It just came across as…sweet. It wasn't just about the sex. It was about them being together, and reading it warmed the dog's heart a little. He also got a bit of a rise out of it, another indication that the idea of him and Stewie being together didn't really bother him, despite him knowing that it should.

I've done sexual things with guys before…

After reading that bit, the dog clenched his paws into fists as a wave of anger washed over him, thinking about some sick pervert taking advantage of poor little Stewie, but then, he read a little further.

I want my true first time to be with you.

The dog's anger subsided as something dawned on him. If Stewie had truly been taken advantage of, then it wouldn't have mattered what he wanted. If the kid had saved himself for him, that meant that everything the child had done with these men had happened because it had been Stewie's decision. He'd known for a while that Stewie was knowledgeable about sexual topics, but he'd never really thought to consider that Stewie's knowledge had come about from more than just a child's curiosity. Maybe Stewie knew so much because he actively wanted it.

Stewie has a sex drive? I-is that even possible?

Honestly, considering everything else about the boy, it wouldn't be that surprising. If Stewie really did have honest sexual desires, and he had given his consent to be with those men, did that make it ok? It was a debatable topic to be sure, and Brian didn't know what side he was on. Even if he did decide that Stewie fooling around with a bunch of guys wasn't something to get worked up about, he still couldn't stop himself from getting angry at the thought of it, and he wasn't sure why that would be the case.

I…just don't know how to feel about this anymore.

He flipped to the next letter. It was the invitation from Stewie to join him in the chat room. Immediately, Brian's mind recalled their special "session". It had been Stewie the whole time, and he was right upstairs. The thought of them being so close to each other while they did what they did sent the blood rushing to his groin, but then, he remembered everything else about their chat like their playful banter and his own promise to accept his secret admirer and give them a chance no matter who they ended up being, a promise he had gone back on.

That was wrong of me. I promised Stewie, whether I knew it was him or not, I promised him that I would accept his love.

After all the kid had done for him, not just with the letters, but everything else, also, if anyone had earned that chance, it was Stewie.

It's not that simple.

That was his only argument at this point, and he wasn't even sure it was true. Everything he was feeling at the moment, it went completely against what was accepted in society, but then again, it wouldn't be the first time that he had believed in something that was considered immoral according to the law.

But what if I'm kidding myself!? What if I'm allowing my twisted emotions to cloud my judgment here!?

He flipped to the next letter.

I can't remember the last time I was this happy!

That had been Stewie's reaction to what had happened in the chat room. He felt a sense of pride, and he let a small smile grace his lips as he imagined the boy typing out those words with a silly grin on his face. It was an adorable sight. He wished could have seen it.

But…wait. I did see that smile. That morning when I woke up, I saw Stewie smiling. He was smiling about…that.

It hadn't been just words. Stewie had really been overjoyed at what they had done.

He was genuinely happy, and…it was because it had been with me.

That was the proof right there. Stewie's love for him was real, but what was he supposed to do with that knowledge?

I'll always love you.

He no longer doubted those words. Stewie was young, yes, but he wasn't naïve. He knew the weight of those words, and he had still meant them. Now there was one other thing to consider.

Do I love Stewie, too?

He now knew he was attracted to Stewie, but was he only attracted to him because, deep down, he was actually in love with the child.

I'm not attracted to other children. It's just Stewie. That must mean something, right?

He wasn't sure, but he couldn't deny it was possible. Really, it made sense for him to develop feelings for Stewie. Stewie was the only person he could always count on to be there. Stewie was the one he had confided his most private secrets to. That right there meant the boy had a special place in his heart that could never be replaced by another, but was that the place he had reserved for his soul mate? Is that what Stewie was to him? He flipped to the last letter. All that was on it was the time and place of the meeting from yesterday. He thought about how he had acted.

I was such a jerk to him! He didn't deserve that, even if I don't love him! What was I thinking!?

He knew what he had been thinking. He had been thinking about how disappointed he had been to see Stewie, and it wasn't because the child being his secret admirer was the disappointing part. The disappointing part had been that he didn't think that he and Stewie could actually be together. He'd had his hopes crushed, and he had taken out that anger on Stewie.

But there's a chance that my hopes weren't actually crushed at all. I reacted too quickly. I was too confused to think it through. If I love Stewie, and he loves me, and it's alright for us to be together, then that meeting should have gone much differently than it had.

It made a lot of sense. He'd been clinging to this idea of a secret admirer because he thought it provided him with a chance to finally be with someone who loved him. When Stewie had shown up, the first thing he thought about was how it was wrong for them to be together, so that idea, in his eyes, had meant nothing. He couldn't accept that Stewie's feelings for him were real, either, so he had brought up the part in one of the letters where Stewie had mentioned fooling around with other guys as a way to justify those feelings and make sense of a situation he couldn't allow himself to comprehend. The kid had been right, he had been turning the situation into something it wasn't, trying to shield himself from the truth, a truth that he had hidden away long ago because he wasn't yet ready to accept it.

I'm in love with Stewie.

And Stewie was in love with him. Suddenly, everything was clear. He said it out loud in a whisper.

"I'm in love with Stewie."

The words flowed right out of him like he had been waiting to say them forever. Just then, he heard a bloodcurdling scream come from upstairs.

"Oh my god! Where's Stewie!?"

At these words, Brian ran upstairs to find Lois in a panic, frantically searching Stewie's crib. He was soon joined by the rest of the family, who had been awakened by her scream. Brian stepped into the room.

"Lois!? What happened!?"

The woman turned around clutching one of her son's sheets.

"I-I can't find Stewie anywhere! Oh god! Where's my baby!?"

At that moment, Meg spoke up.

"You guys, why's the window open?"

Everyone focused their attention on the window. Tears began to form in Lois's eyes before turning to face her husband, who seemed oblivious.

"Peter! Someone snuck in here and took Stewie! W-We have to call Joe or s-somebody! Oh god! My baby's been kidnapped!"

With that she ran out of the room to grab a phone. The others followed after her, but Brian stayed. He had a feeling that Stewie being gone was his doing. After the way he had treated the boy the other day, he could understand the child wanting to get away. Stewie was probably really hurting right now.

This is my fault! If I hadn't been such a moron, Stewie wouldn't have taken off!

He'd fucked up…bad, but he could still remedy the situation. He could still find Stewie and not just to bring the child back home but to also tell the boy that he accepted his feelings and wanted to be with him. He sniffed the air and quickly picked up Stewie's sent. He ran downstairs to see that Joe had already arrived. The entire family looked distraught, honestly believing that the youngest member of their household was in the clutches of some terrible sicko somewhere. He wanted to tell them that wasn't the case, but would they honestly believe him if he told them the truth, well, minus the whole part about him and Stewie being in love with each other, of course, but all the truth that didn't involve that bit? He knew they wouldn't, and really, it was probably for the best to keep this just between him and Stewie, anyway. He went to leave the house, but he was stopped by the voice of Lois calling him.

"Br-Brian? Where are you going?"

He had to lie. They'd hate him for it, but it had to be done.

"I was just going to head downtown to take care of a few things."

The family looked at him in disbelief. Lois didn't look pleased.

"What!? You're just going to leave!? What about Stewie!? Don't you care about him, Brian!?"

More than you'll probably ever know, Lois.

"Just trust me, Lois. I need to get out of here."

Without another word, he opened the door and stepped outside. Before he shut the door, he heard Chris speak up.

"Mr. Swanson? Am I ever going to see my baby brother again?"

"You will if I have anything to say about it, Chris, but I can't promise you anything just yet."

The dog had heard enough. He shut the door and walked over to the area right outside Stewie's window. He got down on all fours and sniffed the ground, picking up the child's scent once again. There was no telling how far Stewie had gotten, and from what the dog could tell, the child had headed off toward West Quahog. This knowledge brought on an anger within him, but he put it away for now. If his suspicions were correct, he'd be using that anger soon enough, but right now, all that mattered was finding Stewie. He began walking, keeping his nose to the ground to follow the scent. He knew he had quite a trek ahead of him, but he also knew it was all going to be worth it in the end.

Brian walked for hours, never stopping despite becoming extremely exhausted along the way. It was already early in the evening, though he wasn't sure of the specific time, and he'd just arrived in West Quahog. Stewie's scent was getting stronger, which was a good indication he was on the right track. He pressed on, determined to find the boy and right the wrongs he had committed the day before. Several people stopped to stare at him, but he paid them no mind. They didn't matter. Only Stewie mattered. As he journeyed further, he began to get nervous. This was the seedy side of town, and whatever Stewie had come here for, couldn't have been something he was going to like. It took him another hour or so before he finally traced the scent to one building in particular. It was a rundown apartment complex with several floors. This wasn't looking good.

I have to hurry!

He began sniffing again and walked into the building. Someone sitting at a desk tried to stop him, but he just growled at them before continuing his search. When they tried to grab him he looked up and growled again.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Buddy."

The person backed off, getting the warning loud and clear. Brian continued until he arrived at an elevator which the scent led into.

Shit! I'm going to have to check each individual floor for any sign of Stewie.

He got on the elevator and pressed the button to go up to the second floor. The elevator started and stopped before opening its door to the chosen floor. Brian stepped out and sniffed the air.

Well, it's not this floor.

He got back in the elevator and told it to take him to the third floor. Once there, he searched again.

Nope.

He got back in and went to the next floor.

Wrong.

Then the next.

Damn! It's not this one either.

Then the next.

For fuck's sake!

Finally after traveling all the way to the ninth floor, Brian was once again able to pick up Stewie's scent.

There you are you little pain in the ass.

He smirked and began following the scent again. It didn't take him long to trace it to a single door. He got up and was about to knock before his ears perked up at a disturbing sound.

"Ohhhhh, Roy. You have no idea how much I needed this."

"Anytime, Stewie. Maybe this time you'll actually let me have you completely?"

"Maybe."

Brian's blood began to boil.

Who does that fucker think he is messing around with my Stewie!

He forgot about knocking. In his rage, he raised his foot and kicked the door as hard as he could, causing it to fly open. His eyes trained themselves on a man that looked to be in his mid-twenties, with brown hair, sitting on a couch, naked, with Stewie on his lap who was also naked. They both looked at him in shock.

"Br-Brian!?"

"Hey, Man! What the fuck is your pr…"

The man didn't get a chance to finish before Brian launched himself at him and bit down hard on his hand, which had appeared to be heading toward Stewie's groin. The man screamed in pain.

"Ahhhhhhhh! What the hell!?"

Brian grabbed him by the arms and pulled him away from the boy, tossing him to the ground before he began to wail on him with his fists.

"Don't! You! Ever! Touch! My! Stewie! Do! You! Hear! Me! You! Sorry! Son! Of! A! Bitch!"

The man was a bloody pulp, but Brian would have continued anyway if he hadn't felt someone grabbing his paw to stop him.

"Brian, stop! You're killing him!"

The dog whipped his head around to stare at the boy, teeth still bared. When he saw how concerned Stewie was, he began to calm down. He turned back to look at the man he had beaten. He was out cold, and he probably wouldn't be waking up for a while. Brian stood up and took a deep breath to bring his anger under control. When he was finally at a point where he could think clearly, he looked over at Stewie who just looked shocked and confused. The dog just shrugged.

"I didn't like him touching you."

Stewie scoffed at this.

"Well, obviously."

There was an awkward pause between them before the child broke the silence.

"W-Why are you here, Brian?"

The dog didn't say anything at first. He simply walked over to have a seat on the couch before motioning for Stewie to come have a seat. At this point he realized that Stewie was still naked, but that wasn't really a concern right now. He had to do this now.

"I came to bring you home, Stewie."

What did he just say? Sure, that was one of the reasons he was here, but that wasn't the primary reason. Why had he just lied right then?

Stewie sighed.

"Let me guess, you sniffed me out, didn't you?"

The dog nodded his head.

Stewie shook his head.

"You shouldn't have come after me, Brian. I was fine until you showed up, and I'll be fine once you're gone. I really just need to be away from you right now."

The boy motioned toward the door.

"I think you should go. You've already ruined this evening for me."

Brian knew that Stewie probably had wanted to just get away from him, but he never expected this level of hostility.

No! I can't lose him now! I need to tell him the truth! There's no sense in hiding it anymore.

He looked down at the child firmly.

"No, Stewie. I won't go because I have some things I need to discuss with you, and I'm not leaving until we've discussed them all."

The child sighed in annoyance, but he could tell that the dog was being serious.

"Fine, but make it quick. If I hurry, there's another guy who lives down the street that I could probably hook up with tonight."

Brian felt his anger returning, but he quickly got it under control before he ended up messing up what was probably the last chance he'd ever have to have Stewie. He started talking.

"Stewie, I'm sorry about yesterday. I understand now that the way I acted was completely uncalled for and unfair to you. I should have listened to you, but instead, I couldn't accept the fact that you did indeed love me, but I did some thinking this morning, and I came to the conclusion that I'm alright with your feelings for me."

The child's cold expression seemed to soften a bit at these words. Brian continued.

"I…also came to another conclusion, one that was initially really hard to accept, but as I really thought about it, I realized that it really wasn't that big of a deal. I mean, it is a big deal. It's the probably the biggest deal I've ever had, but it wasn't something that I should be afraid of. Instead, I realized that I should embrace it and stop trying to run away from it because society tells me that I'm sick fuck for feeling the way I do."

Stewie grinned at this. He looked away, smiling shyly.

"And what was this conclusion you came to, Brian?"

Brian could tell that Stewie knew what he was going to say next, but that in no way lessened the impact of his words.

"I came to the conclusion that..."

He took the child's hand in both of his paws.

"I love you, Stewie."

The boy giggled and turned to look at the dog, now with a familiar gleam in his eye.

"You do?"

The dog nodded his head.

"More than anything."

Stewie giggled again.

"I…I told myself that I was done with you, that I didn't need you, but now…"

He looked at the dog who looked saddened by these words.

"Damn it! Why do I let you do this to me? Why can't I say no to you?"

The child wasn't angry, though, he was elated. This was his dream come true. The dog pulled him closer and leaned his head forward, slowly inching himself forward before making contact with the boy's lips. The kiss was tender and sweet and just all around wonderful. Stewie wrapped his arms around the dog's neck, pulling the canine down on top of him. Their naked bodies pressed against each other, and before long, they were grinding together. Brian pulled away from the kiss and moaned in satisfaction, but he quickly realized where this was going. He looked down at the child.

"Stewie, wait."

The boy stopped moving.

"What is it, Bry?"

The dog tried to sit up but couldn't bring himself to break the contact between their bodies. He gave up with barely a fight.

"Don't you think, I don't know, that maybe this is a little too soon?" I mean, I just admitted I loved not even five minutes ago, and we're already doing…"

He motioned toward their bodies.

"…this?"

The boy looked at him, confused.

"Well, yeah. I've wanted this for ages, Brian, and if you're game, I sure as hell am."

The dog thought about it for a second. This all felt like it was happening too fast, but at the same time, it didn't exactly feel wrong either. The boy began moving against him again, creating a wonderful friction between them. He moaned lowly and began moving again, too.

Fuck it. I've kept Stewie waiting long enough. He deserves this after all I've put him through, and well, it's not like I won't be enjoying it to or anything, so what's the point in fighting it?

He leaned down and kissed Stewie again, this time going deeper than before, pushing his tongue past the boy's lips and earning an adorable little gasp which he then swallowed hungrily. Pretty soon, Stewie followed suit, and their tongues clashed in a war born out of love and lust. After several minutes, they had to come up for breath. Once he had caught his breath, Brian leaned down and whispered huskily into the child's ear.

"I want you."

The boy shivered underneath him before speaking.

"I-I think Roy usually keeps a bottle of lube in his pocket."

Brian nodded his head and hopped off of the couch, dissatisfied that he had to break contact with the object of his affections, but too concerned with making sure that he didn't hurt Stewie to care. He located Roy's jeans on the ground and patted the pockets until he found what he was looking for. He reached into the pocket and retrieved the bottle before rejoining his lover. He sat down on the couch, and Stewie sat up as well, taking a spot between the dog's legs. Brian was already about half erect. He just needed a little extra help to get himself ready, and Stewie was just the boy for the job. The infant took a hold of the semi-erect member and began working it up and down.

"Mmmmmm. Fuck that's good."

The child laughed but didn't say anything, too focused on the task at hand to come up with a witty response to Brian's reaction at being touched by him for the first time. The dog lay down, mouth wide open, tongue hanging out, and leg twitching, everything working together to show how much he was enjoying his treatment. Once the dog was fully erect, Stewie took the member into his mouth and began bobbing his head up and down. Brian froze for a second, completely overwhelmed by the sensation, before beginning to buck his hips upwards and into the child's mouth.

"Ahhhhhh. Stewie. That's…that's just…wow!"

After several minutes he began to feel his climax approaching. He reluctantly pulled away from the child, fearing that if he didn't move things along quickly he wouldn't last too long during the main event. Stewie got the message and lay down on his back, spreading his legs so that Brian had proper access to his hole. The dog sat up and squirted some of the lube onto his fingers. He leaned over the child and placed a finger against Stewie's entrance.

"Are you sure this is what you want, Stewie?"

The boy nodded his head eagerly.

"Oh, yes. Please, Brian don't keep me waiting. I want this. I want you."

Satisfied with the infant's response, the dog slowly began to insert his finger into the boy's asshole. Almost immediately, he felt the child tense up around him. He looked up and saw that the toddler was grimacing in discomfort, but he showed no signs that he wanted the dog to stop. Brian leaned forward so that his face was inches away from Stewie's.

"You need to relax. Take long, slow, deep breaths, and try not to focus on the pain. Here…"

He tilted his head.

"Let me help."

He captured the boy's lips in a ferocious kiss before sliding his finger in further. For several seconds, Stewie didn't respond to the kiss, but it didn't take him long to start kissing back, making sure to follow the dog's advice about the breathing, which was no easy task with his mouth pressed up against the canine's, but it did provide a very good distraction from the pain he was currently experiencing. Before long, Brian had successfully inserted an entire finger into Stewie. He then began moving it around, trying to loosen the child up before going any further. He pulled away from their kiss to check on Stewie.

"How is it, Kid?"

Stewie wiggled around a little bit in discomfort.

"It's better, but it's still not exactly the greatest feeling in the world. I was expecting something a little more…"

At that moment, a surge of pleasure shot through his body as Brian's finger brushed against his prostate. His voice rose up into a squeal.

"P-Plllleeesssurrrabbble! Oh! Brian, right there!"

Seeing that Stewie was finally beginning to enjoy being penetrated for the first time, Brian squirted some lube onto another finger before pushing it in to join the finger that was already inside the infant. Stewie began to tense up again, so Brian took it slow, making sure to stroke the child's sweet spot to keep the experience mostly pleasurable. The boy began to writhe beneath him, making adorable little whimpering sounds as he was overwhelmed by the new and strange sensations Brian was awakening within him.

"Mmmmmm! Brian! That's right! Keep it right there!"

Before he even realized it, Brian had completely inserted his second finger into Stewie. He began to move them around to loosen the child up even further before beginning to scissor the hole to stretch it out. He kept this up until he was satisfied that he could fit inside Stewie without causing the child anymore pain. He pulled his fingers out, and Stewie moaned in displeasure. Brian laughed.

"One second, Stewie. We're almost there."

The boy nodded his head in understanding as he waited for the love his life to finally take him. Brian squirted the rest of the lube onto his paw and proceeded to rub it all over his cock until it was nice and slick all over. Once that was done, he grabbed Stewie by the ankles and raised him up so that the boy's asshole was level with his length. He gave the boy one last questioning look to make sure that this was alright with him. Stewie just smiled warmly at him and nodded his head.

"Do it, Brian. Make me yours."

With those words firmly in mind, the dog pushed forward, making one slow continuous thrust until his knot came into contact with the infant's entrance. He shut his eyes tightly and moaned loudly.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

It took him awhile to get used to the intense pleasure he was experiencing. It was unlike anything he had ever felt in a very good way. Finally, he opened his eyes and looked down at the boy beneath him who was breathing heavily, eyes practically rolled to the back of his head. After a minute, he looked at Brian.

"That's good. Now, move."

The dog immediately began thrusting in and out of the child slowly. It took everything within himself to not just pound away at the boy, but he wouldn't allow himself to risk hurting Stewie by doing something stupid like that too soon. The child was moaning beneath him, and the sounds were driving him crazy.

"Ahhhhhh! Fuck, Stewie! This is incredible!"

The boy began moving against him, urging him to speed up. Brian did so, gladly. He increased the speed of his thrusting, earning a satisfied grunt from the boy. Brian smirked.

"Mmmmmm! You like that, don't ya!"

The child's only response was a pleasure filled whimper.

"Mmmhmm!"

Brian leaned himself over the boy, and began fucking him even faster. The child squealed in delight and wrapped his arms around the dog's neck to pull him into a tight embrace.

"Ohhhhhh! Brian! Just like that! Just like that!"

The dog braced himself on his forearms and thrust upwards, striking the infant's sweet spot. The boy practically howled out in pleasure.

"Keep hitting me there! I need you to keep hitting me there!"

After several more thrusts, Brian nailed the boy's prostate again, this time making a mental note of the angle it took to reach it. He realigned himself and began frantically humping the boy, getting in solid hits against his prostate with each thrust. Stewie let go of the dog's neck and took a hold of the couch cushion he was lying on, completely overcome with the intense pleasure. He could barely stand it, and yet, he couldn't get enough of it.

"Ohhhhhhh!"

Brian's breathing was getting husky. He could feel his orgasm approaching. It wouldn't be long until he was done, but he had to make sure that Stewie was satisfied, too. He grabbed the boy's penis between his thumb and index finger and started to jerk him off. The child began bucking his hips into the dog's paw.

"Ohhhhhhh! Brian! I can't…you actually…Ohhh fuck, yeah!"

The dog kissed the boy passionately, pushing the boy over the edge. The penis in his paw spasmed , and Stewie cried out in ecstasy as the dog broke away from their kiss.

"Yes! Yes! Oh god yes!"

Brian felt Stewie's muscles constrict around his shaft. He got in a few more good thrusts before exploding into the child.

"Ahhhhhh! Stewie!"

The dog humped into the boy a few more times before pulling out and collapsing next to the infant. They both rode out their orgasms, savoring the incredible pleasure they had provided each other. Once they could think clearly again they wrapped their arms around each other, kissed, and fell asleep.

Brian awoke to find Stewie missing. He shot up in a panick.

"Stewie!? Stewie!?"

The boy appeared from behind the couch, now fully clothed, and tossed the dog a towel.

"I'm right here, Brian. Calm down. I was just cleaning myself up. Here."

He tossed the towel toward Brian.

"Clean yourself up. We were asleep for several hours, and if we don't hurry, we won't make it out of here before Roy wakes up, and I will not have you going to prison on assault charges. I finally have you, and there's no way in Hell that I'm going to lose you."

The dog listened to Stewie, took the towel, and made quick work with cleaning himself up. He laid the towel down and jumped off of the couch.

"Well, if you're ready, so am I. Come on, Kid. Let's go home."

The dog started walking toward the doorway but stopped when he heard Stewie.

"Brian."

The canine turned around and gave the boy a curious look. The child just smiled at him.

"Thank you."

The dog smiled back and walked back over to the infant to take his hand.

"No, Stewie. Thank you."

The two of them turned and left the room. Happy to finally be together.

By the time, Stewie and Brian arrived back home, it was really late. They walked inside, and weren't surprised to discover that everyone was already asleep. It was a couple of minutes until midnight, and both Stewie and Brian were extremely tired from the day's events despite the nap they had taken at Roy's apartment. They walked upstairs and were about to enter Stewie's room, but Brian stopped. He turned and looked at the door to Peter and Lois's room.

Maybe I should let them know that Stewie is home.

He was torn away from his thoughts by the voice of his lover.

"Brian? What's wrong?"

The dog turned to look at him.

"Everybody was really worried about you when you took off, Stewie. Maybe we should let them know that you're ok."

The dog was about to begin walking toward Peter and Lois's room, but Stewie grabbed his paw.

"Please don't. Let's just go to bed together. They're already asleep anyway. A few more minutes of worry isn't going to hurt them."

The child was right, waking them now would just bring a lot of unnecessary commotion. All he really wanted to do right now was to be with Stewie, alone. He turned back around and smiled at the boy. The child smiled back and led him into the bedroom, their bedroom.

Midnight arrived, and along with it came the beginning of their first week as a couple. The first of many.

The End