Natural Selection 4/?
Rating: NC-17Spoilers: AU
Pairings: Burt/Kurt, Kurt/dogs, Kurt/OCs, Burt/OC
Warnings: Dub-con, Incest, Bestiality, Boypussy!Kurt, Daddy Kink, Innocence
Summary: Since his wife passed, Burt has sheltered his son from the world with only their dogs for company on their small cattle farm. A GKM fill for this prompt. The dogs look like this:
Finch (left) and Hunter (right)
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Kurt shimmied as he listened to the oldies station in the kitchen; towel cinched tight around his waist and dogs lying splayed across the kitchen floor in hope of getting a tidbit of pancake once the batter was actually cooked.
It was Hunter’s short sharp bark that made Kurt jump before the distant sound of a vehicle coming up their long driveway was audible. Turning the element off while the dogs leaped onto the couch to see out the window, Kurt wandered over and tried to see through the net curtains as to who had just pulled up outside, only to find the rambling rose archway blocked his view.
Glancing down, he realized that he should put something else on to appear halfway decent for the early morning visitor. He scooted into his bedroom and pulled on a pair of pale pink bikini-cut panties and his thin red and beige plaid cotton robe. In the hallway the dogs had gathered, barking randomly at the sound of boots on the porch before intensifying to a chorus of roo-roo-roos as a knock fell on the front door.
“Just a minute,” Kurt called out over the noise of the dogs. “Hey, hey, lemme through,” he fussed, getting a hold of Hunter’s collar and trying to keep Finch behind him with an outstretched leg. Opening the door, he was surprised to see who turned around with a million watt smile and a tip of his hat.
“Hi Kurt.”
“William?”
“I hope I didn’t get you up but I was wondering if I could trouble you for a cup of coffee. I was just on my way back through the county when I remembered your fantastic brew.”
“Oh, um….sure. But just let me tie these guys up first.”
“Sure, sure.” William smiled kindly as the door shut on him.
Kurt pulled the dogs away from the front door as brusquely as he dared with their hackles raised like they were. “Calm down, it’s okay,” he said quietly to the boys while he gave them a quick scratch behind the ears. Once he closed his bedroom door on them they immediately took to making an awful high pitched growl and started scratching at the door.
“Come on in,” Kurt said amiably to his visitor as he held the front door open. “I was just making some pancakes. Would you like some to go with your coffee?”
“Well, that’s mighty nice of you Kurt, sounds great. What’s got you up so early this morning?”
Kurt pulled a pair of mugs down and collected the milk from the fridge. “I had to milk the cows this morning seeing as daddy’s not here,” he said with a shrug as he splashed a little more milk into the pancake mixture.
“Oh, that’s right! Your daddy did mention he was going to be heading over to the city…and that’s this weekend?”
Kurt hummed as he stirred the milk through the batter. He glanced down at how the robe had fallen open on his chest. He ought to get dressed now that he had company. “Oh, why don’t you pour yourself a cup and I’ll get changed. I’ll just be a minute.”
“Nonsense, you look just fine. Mighty fine, in fact. Besides it’s going to be a scorcher out there today. There’s no harm in letting it all hang out. I couldn’t tell you how many times I’ve been caught in my skivvies at home.” A thin smile crossed Kurt’s face as he nodded but put down the wooden spoon and walked past William anyway.
“No, really. Clothes make me feel better. I’ll be right back.”
“You know, Kurt…” William hopped up from the kitchen table and wrapped his arm around Kurt. “I’m sure I could make you feel better. Say, did you look up Google yet?”
“No, actually, I haven’t,” Kurt grumbled back as he slid out from under the older man’s touch and strode off. He got as far as his bedroom door when William caught up to him again.
Behind the door, the dogs fell silent.
“I don’t mind lending a helping hand, Kurt. I’ll give you a hands-on experience that Google can’t. Whaddya say? …Your daddy told me to keep an eye out for you, y’know. Make sure you were taken care of…” He trailed off, walking a pair of fingers up the sleeve of Kurt’s robe.
Kurt sucked in his lower lip and looked up at William. “Really? Because my daddy also told me something before he left. Would you like to know what it is?”
“Uh huh,” William breathed out as he stepped closer. He crowded Kurt against the door, not seeing Kurt’s hand twisting the door knob.
“He gave me a message to pass onto you if you showed up and made me…uncomfortable,” he paused as William balked and froze. “I believe it went something along the lines of…‘Get the hell out of my house and don’t ever come back!’” Kurt snapped.
William’s hand landed on the tie of Kurt’s robe, easing it loose. He leaned in close and whispered.
“Or what.”
Kurt swallowed hard and shoved the bedroom door open.
The pair of huge sled dogs stood there, fur puffed up, both on tip toes as vicious snarling broke out between them. Hunter took a step forward. His lips curled as he growled deeply, his tail wagging stiffly. Finch backed him up, his snarl baring his large teeth.
Kurt watched William’s mouth go slack as sweat beaded across his face. He was frozen in fear.
“You should run now,” Kurt whispered wickedly. William’s gaze darted to Kurt and Hunter made his move. The dog lunged forward and William screamed, taking off in a sprint down the hallway.
The sound of tearing fabric, a frightened squeal and a resounding triumphant bark followed. It prompted Kurt to run after the raucous group. He caught up to Finch on the porch where the dog was ripping and shaking the shit out of what had been William’s jacket. Hunter barreled down the pathway, chasing William all the way to his truck, still barking savagely. A door slammed and the engine roared to life.
Kurt ran down the path and through the rose covered archway only to find a cloud of dust and his dog chasing after the retreating vehicle.
“Hun-ter!” Kurt called out, trying to get the dog to give up and come back even as Finch raced over to Kurt and woofed excitedly.
“Yes, yes. Good dog! Good boy!” Kurt laughed as Finch jumped up and nipped at the open robe’s lapel. “Who’s a good boy? Yes, you are!” He cooed as the dog wriggled happily between Kurt’s outstretched arms.
Hearing Hunter thundering back along the packed dirt, Kurt slapped his thigh to encourage him back faster.
“C’mon, c’mon! Good boy, Hunter! Good dog!” He shouted and dropped to a knee, throwing his arms around Hunter’s neck as the dog skidded to a stop. “Good doggies, yes you are,” Kurt kept telling them while they pushed and shoved to lick at his face. He giggled and stretched his neck higher. “Ew, ew. Boys!” He cried out, laughing still as the dogs crowded him further, making him lose his balance until he toppled over onto the hard earth.
“Okay, okay!” Kurt chuckled, trying to get to his hands and knees amidst the chaos of rushing fur and wriggling bodies. With his knees under him, he tried to stand upright but a wagging tail would thwack him in the face or a tongue would lick across his mouth. “Ugh,” he grunted, staggering upright only to be yanked sideways as Finch took a hold of the robe in his strong jaws.
“Gimme that,” Kurt huffed, pulling on the robe to get it loose from Finch’s jaws but he only succeeded in egging the dog on. Finch tugged backwards with a playful growl, his front feet lifting off the ground as Kurt was jerked towards him. Finch spun around quickly and tugged Kurt forwards, heading to the house. Kurt giggled as he gave up on the tug of war with the black and white dog. Trotting behind Finch passively, Kurt tried to avoid the nips that Hunter kept aiming at his ankles and bum.
Just as they got to the porch steps, Finch yanked on the robe violently, forcing Kurt to spin and let it slide off his body. Finch pranced up the steps dragging the robe. Once on the porch, the dog bunched it up and humped it. Laughing, Kurt laid a playful smack on Finch’s rump.
“Stop playing, silly! Now I’m gonna have to hand-wash that!” He squawked, bending down to pull it away. Hunter used the opportunity and dove in to deliver a hard nip to Kurt’s panty covered cheeks.
“OW!” Kurt shouted as the fabric tore and the dog’s front teeth pinched his pale skin. “Hey!” He yelped, swatting blindly at the brown and white dog, spinning in circles to catch him. Finch released his hold on the red robe that Kurt had dropped. Instead, his interest switched to the material fluttering from Kurt’s ass. Finch lunged and bit it with his powerful jaws.
Kurt’s cotton panties ripped away and he whipped around to see what was going on. He took Finch with him, the dog’s claws scrabbling along the wood as Finch hung on to the scrap of underwear and then finally tugged on it hard enough to topple Kurt over. Getting a better grip on the loose material, the dog snapped his head away, tearing the rest of the cotton from the elastic. Kurt yelped as he tumbled to the porch nude except for the elastic left around his waist and each thigh.
He scrambled up and grabbed at his robe from the porch, stumbling inside with both dogs hot on his heels, the door slamming behind them. Once again, Finch clamped his mouth on the robe and pulled, practically towing Kurt into the bedroom. Hunter ran beside them barking gleefully.
Kurt let the dirtied robe go as they crossed the threshold. Finch quickly scraped the bathrobe into a lump and began to hump it once again. Bending over to pull down the elastic strips, Kurt was jolted forward, leaning on the bed as Hunter shoved a wet nose in between his cheeks.
“Woah, cold!” Kurt spluttered as Hunter continued to nose around his inner thighs. The dog flicked his tongue along the cleft of Kurt’s ass. “Hunter...” He whined, slipping off the elastic from one leg and then reaching for the other while the brown and white dog snuffled between his thighs. More hesitant licks startled Kurt for a second but Hunter soon found what he was looking for.
Kurt squeaked in shock as the heavy dog pushed its muzzle against him forcefully, Hunter’s long tongue scraping across the hot damp skin of his most tender spots. Kurt fell forward on the bed, one hand gripping the blankets tightly so as not to slide off in this prone position. He waved behind him uselessly, trying to push the dog’s snout away but Hunter was undeterred. The ball of the dog’s tongue pushed its way between Kurt’s inner lips, the tip flicking against his entrance. “He-ey.” Kurt’s once strong tone wobbled as Hunter teased him, repeating the action, tasting him.
Flattening his chest to the bed, Kurt arched up his ass trying to get Hunter to lick deeper. He let out a shaky breath when the dog’s slippery long tongue curled inside him. Hunter did it again, lapping insatiably at Kurt’s entrance. Kurt soon gave up any pretence that he was going to stop Hunter from doing what he wanted and spread his legs wider.
“I guess you really want breakfast,” Kurt sighed in submission, letting Hunter lick his cunt until his thighs started to shake. Between the dog’s tongue and his own juices, he was so wet that his inner thighs were slick. He wriggled and let out a loud groan as Hunter kept at it, his hungry noise catching Finch’s attention.
The black and white dog forgot the robe and jumped onto the bed, his heavy pink cock jutting out of its sheath. He snuffled over to Kurt, trying to lick his face even as Kurt squeaked and hid against the bed. The dog lay down and rested his chin over the back of Kurt’s neck briefly before giving up and pawing at Kurt’s hands clutching the bedspread.
“Stop it,” Kurt whispered. He pushed Finch’s big head away fondly. “You can have your turn after Hunter, okay?” Finch sneezed as if it was an answer and immediately leaped off the bed, going to investigate what his brother was doing.
Suddenly, Hunter’s front paws landed on either side of Kurt on the bed. Kurt inhaled sharply, the dog’s fur brushing against his shivering skin.
“What-?” He started, not understanding what was happening but then he felt Hunter’s hips bump against him, the soft fur tickling the back of his thighs. “Hey, get down. We’re not playing your silly game, Hunter. It’s breakfast time,” he whined. Finch let out a playful wuffle sound behind him.
The slide of something hot and pointed skidded across the crease of Kurt’s bottom. He realized that Hunter’s cock must be out and was dragging across his hole with each hump. The prodding of the dog’s flesh felt a little bigger than his daddy’s fingers so Kurt arched his ass up, helping Hunter to get it inside. Kurt figured that Hunter wanted to get more protein from deep inside of him, like daddy did sometimes with his fingers. At least he hoped so.
He braced himself on his tip toes as the cock slid inside him. For a tiny moment that seemed to last forever, Kurt catalogued the sensation of the fur sliding against his sensitive skin, the deep breach inside his body as it stretched to accommodate the cock that was so much bigger than daddy's fingers and oh, it felt… He squeezed around it. …It felt wonderful. He blinked, gasping as the moment shrunk and was lost. Hunter plunged forward impossibly deeper and seemed to go crazy on top of him.
Kurt clung on to the bed while Hunter’s cock dove into his cunt wildly. The dog’s toenails clicking on the hardwood floors served as an inconsistent backbeat to every thrust. Kurt wailed as Hunter rode him for the next couple of minutes, the dog never wavering, wanting only to push deeper inside him. Hunter’s head hovered over the back of Kurt’s, spots of spittle landing across Kurt’s shoulders as his body shuddered in pleasure and clenched down on the incoming cock. “Ahhhh!” He cried out. But as suddenly as it started, it stopped.
He was empty.
Kurt lay there dazed and wondering what was happening as he felt Hunter’s body being jolted sideways against his own. Then Hunter’s warmth was gone as the dog hopped off the bed. Kurt caught his breath when the two dogs growled in annoyance at each other, their claws tick-tacking on the floor as they playfully harassed the other. He didn’t want to move just in case Hunter wasn’t finished. Kurt assumed it was Hunter that huffed and shook all over before a tongue landed against his oozing cunt again.
“Ohhh. Good dog.”
Hunter licked up Kurt’s juices and the dribbles off his thighs from being interrupted, and then the dog jumped up on the bed to settle down and lick his at his dangling ruddy cock. Kurt watched lazily as the dark pink flesh retreated back into its furry sheath. Maybe it wasn’t such a silly game that the dogs played after all.
Hauling himself up onto the bed, Kurt’s legs were a little shakier after his release than usual. He slumped down face first onto a pillow while his ass stayed up in the air. If Finch wanted breakfast, he could come and get it himself.
Kurt didn’t have to wait long as Finch followed him onto the bed almost immediately and started licking at his cunt without any other encouragement. He sighed into his pillow and floated as Finch pushed his tongue against him insistently. Eventually Kurt let his legs slide out from under him, easing down to lie flat on the bed. Behind him, he could hear Finch licking his chops.
“Good boy. You’ve had breakfast now,” Kurt said quietly, taking a moment to rest from all the unexpected craziness that the morning had been so far.
Finch moved to stand over Kurt. He planted his front paws either side of Kurt’s waist, snuffling at his armpits before licking along the back of his neck. Kurt chuckled.
“Okay, okay. I guess you want some kibble for breakfast after all,” he huffed playfully. Pulling himself up on his elbows, Finch snorted softly into his hair. Kurt felt a protruding heavy cock skate across his back as the dog bumped against his rising body like Hunter had done minutes earlier.
“Oh.” He steadied himself on his knees as Finch continued to hump against the small of his back.
“You’re thicker,” he mumbled to himself as the black and white dog shuffled back, searching to get inside him. Once more, Kurt arched his ass as high as he could, hoping that Finch would slide into his cunt and fill him up like his brother had done. “C’mon,” he called out encouragingly. Finch’s paws clamped around his waist and the slick cock pressed into the soft flesh around his cunt. Kurt whimpered in pain as the dog continued to push what felt like a solid bony cock against his tender skin, not finding his entrance.
“Ow, ow. Wait!” He cried out, shoving up from the mattress, his hands trying to push Finch’s paws off him unsuccessfully. The dog’s snout jostled against the back of his head as his cock skidded up over Kurt’s ass cheek. Kurt wriggled and dropped back to his hands and knees, still hopeful.
“Hang on, I’ll help.” Kurt braced himself and, with a hand between his spread legs, he grabbed a hold of the cock that was back to rubbing against his thigh. Pulling on it, he maneuvered the tip to his cunt; letting it slip through his fingers as Finch shoved his cock inside with an enthusiastic thrust. Kurt’s hand fell away and the dog tightened his hold on his waist, pumping into him at a frantic pace.
“Uh, uh, OH!” Kurt’s slack jaw rattled; his whole body jolting with Finch’s zealous thrusting.
“Oh God. Fiiiinch!” He whined. The thick cock inside him seemed to be getting bigger. Kurt gripped the sheets with tight fists, every plunge of the dog’s cock into his cunt sending shockwaves of bursting light though his body. Feeling his release coming, he cried out again as Finch’s swollen cock shoved into him deeply, pushing him over the edge with a hoarse cry.
Catching his breath, Kurt realized that there was something different happening between his legs. It felt like a ball of hot meat pushing against his entrance every time Finch drove inside him. Kurt’s mouth gaped like a fish at the burgeoning stretch. He had no words as Finch’s swollen cock pounded his cunt, squeezing the inflamed orb inside him. Kurt’s sensitive walls spasmed around the bulging cock as it seemed to swell even more. Kurt squirmed at the peculiarity of it but found himself shuddering with pleasure again as Finch shoved in deeper, forcing his cunt to take it and adjust to the stretch.
Kurt let out a series of breathy whimpers, his arms locked against the bed when Finch seemed to rest all his weight over him. He tried to swallow with a dry throat, the sound of his dog panting loudly against his neck deafening. But his thirst was forgotten as a pulsing heat inside him caught his attention.
The spreading warmth in his cunt made Kurt’s insides clench, eliciting a whine from Finch as the dog tried to push forwards again. The pressure against Kurt’s walls flared up the spark of light inside him once more and he wiggled under the black and white dog’s weight, tugging against the cock. With every pull, Finch grunted and pressed in again, his back legs moving to stay with him as Kurt worked up a rhythm, rocking back and forth gently.
Kurt desperately wanted to be licked again. He tried to pull away from Finch but after a harder tug he realized that the dog was stuck inside him. Suddenly all the fuzzy warmth and hazy light he’d been feeling disappeared.
What if Finch was stuck like this for good? He still had to meet the tanker man and he couldn’t stay like this forever… It’d be impossible to do anything.
What would daddy say if he found them locked together like this? Daddy was the only one who’d licked his cunt until today. Would he understand that the dogs were hungry and silly today?
Maybe daddy would have to take him to hospital to get Finch out? That would be embarrassing. He didn’t even know if he was supposed to put things inside his cunt, let alone his dog’s cock. He’s only ever had daddy's fingers in there before.
Kurt’s mind raced through a hundred scenarios, from the tanker man finding them, to being stuck there until his daddy got home. He let his dog soothe him with long licks across his shoulder and then up behind his ear.
Suddenly very tired, Kurt slumped to let his face bury in his pillow. Finch’s front paws dropped to the bed and he twisted himself, dragging his hind leg over Kurt’s back, to stand butt to butt with Kurt.
Not understanding, Kurt was too tired to care about what the dog was doing and closed his heavy eyes. With his ass perched up and Finch's cock trapped inside him, he dozed on and off, waking occasionally when the sled dog pulled on their connected bodies.
Once the tugging became insistent, Kurt’s eyes flicked open. He tried to twist around to see what the black and white dog was doing. Watching Finch strain to pull his cock out, Kurt worried as the pressure in his cunt increased, bordering on painful. He whined as the still swollen cock inside him stretched his entrance wide. He could feel the pinch as his skin went taut, almost feeling like he was going split open until finally the dog’s cock popped free and a gush of liquid poured out of him.
Kurt huffed in confusion as his thighs and calves were suddenly drenched but had little time to figure out what it was before both Hunter and Finch were there lapping it all up. Their wet tongues dragged across his prickled skin, licking into the sweaty crevices behind his knees and upwards across his inner thighs. He shuddered at the sensation and squeezed his insides, making more gooeyness dribble out of him. Kurt couldn’t tell which dog made it back to his cunt first, but he figured they were taking turns at licking him, each pup at a different angle and they licked in different places at once; one tongue curling into his cunt and the other flicking across his button.
Kurt moaned as the dogs diligently licked him until he was eagerly pressing back against each swipe. One of them moved away, still licking but shifting to clean up the puddle that Kurt was kneeling in as the other kept swathing his cunt with languorous licks. Kurt tensed up, his muscles tightening inside him. Seconds later, a shock of light rippled through him and Kurt released another flood of juices that the dogs slurped up enthusiastically.
He waited until they were done, unsure of how long they’d been licking him but he felt both utterly dirty, covered in spittle and delightfully satisfied.
Eventually he crawled off the bed and headed straight for the shower on wobbly legs. He took his time to dry off and get dressed before heading back into the kitchen to pour kibble into the dog’s bowls and a cup of coffee for himself. He couldn’t afford to nap until after the tanker man had been and he had yet to cook his breakfast which, after a quick look at the microwave clock, was now going to be brunch. But Kurt wasn’t going to complain about the turn his morning had taken.
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