Natural Selection 13/24

Oct 04, 2015 13:56


Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: AU
Pairings: Burt/Kurt, Kurt/dogs, Kurt/Cooper, Kurt/OCs
Overall Warnings: Non-con, Incest, Bestiality, B!P, Daddy Kink, Innocence
Additional warnings for the first half of this chapter: Somnophilia, sex in public (kinda), a little size kink also. This chapter also deals with a major health emergency. If that’s a problem for you, skip from # until the end of the chapter. Feel free to message me if you wish to discuss before reading.

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. This is what the dogs look like and check out the nsfw fanart by Val.

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Two weeks passed and Kurt was thrilled that his father hadn’t caught on to why he’d been in such a good mood. With almost no clues for daddy to follow, Kurt was confident that the clinic visit would stay a secret. In fact, it only came with one downside - Kurt found himself constantly trying to figure out exactly how to get away with it again.

The occasional chores that Kurt had been doing for his elderly neighbors quickly turned into almost daily visits and runs into town for spare parts and medicines. Not that Kurt minded, but it did mean leaving his Finch and his breezy dresses at home, which was uncomfortable in the veritable heat wave that had gripped the state.

Mrs. Pine continued to spend much of her time on the harvester in order to bring her crops in with minimal assistance. Kurt simply helped out with the heavy lifting, thankful that he still had some of his old clothes to work in even if he was on the verge of growing out of them.

Ursula, Mrs. Pine’s formerly cranky sister, had mellowed since she’d come to live on the farm permanently. Surprisingly, she’d befriended her sister’s small black dogs and it was a rare day to see the Cocker Spaniels far from her slow moving side. Kurt wondered if she was taking care of them the same way he had or whether she was simply sneaking them actual snacks. The dogs’ newly docile nature soon became a bone of contention between the sisters with Mrs. Pine nagging Ursula to exercise them more often, worried at how lazy they were becoming.

“Let the boy take them. It’ll do them some good. Dogs should be out, running around. They’ve got acres to cover ‘round here!” Mrs. Pine had turned her sharp green eyes on Kurt, her lips pursing as her sister protested in the background. “You don’t mind, do you Kurt?”

“Of course not, Mrs. Pine.” He was happy to take the dogs for a run, but Kurt knew there was more than one way to exercise the Spaniels. “I can take them tomorrow, if you like,” he quickly offered.

“That I do.” She turned back to her sister, waving a wrinkled finger in her direction. “An’ you see to it that they’re ready to go in the morning.”

***

Kurt arrived well before mid-morning in his camouflage shorts, keen to get the dogs exercised before the heat of the day settled in. He took their leads just in case but they happily followed him out the front door and into his pickup truck. When Ursula questioned the need for the truck, Kurt explained that he wanted to get them well away from the house so they weren’t tempted to sneak indoors and hide. She nodded in agreement and Kurt had to bite back a smile, thinking of his other plans for the dogs. He waved as he pulled the pickup away from the house, his panties already soaked through.

Ten minutes and several gates later, Kurt pulled the truck over near the bank of the stream that separated the Pine’s property and his own farm. With no one and no distractions around, Kurt let the dogs out and found the tennis balls he’d stashed. He started by patting each dog as he talked to them, ruffling their fur, their play getting progressively rougher until the Spaniels were yipping and circling him. Kurt pulled out a tennis ball and casually tossed it in the air, laughing at the way Zig tripped over his own feet in eagerness.

“Go on. Go get it!” Kurt urged, watching as both dogs tore after the ball he’d thrown. Zig pranced back with it in his mouth, his brother following behind with his tail wagging. Zig let Kurt remove it from his jaws and barked, jumping sideways to show he was ready for another chase. Kurt grinned and decided to throw both balls in opposite directions, chuckling when both dogs got confused and switched directions, each chasing the other's ball. Soon the dogs had given up on the balls and Kurt switched tactics, goading them into chasing him and then chasing them once they’d raced away, their tongues hanging out as they ran in giant circles.

Sweaty and ready to take a break from the sun beating down on them, Kurt stopped to pour two bowls of water for the dogs. He then chugged down the rest of the bottle himself, relishing the last of the cold water. He put his hand to his brow and surveyed their surroundings. He wasn’t expecting to see anyone but he figured it couldn’t hurt to check. With the coast clear, Kurt opened the rear doors of the double cab truck to encourage a breeze to filter through. He loosened off his belt, and let his shorts fall, stepping out of them and his drenched panties. He blew out a shrill whistle and slapped his thigh, calling the Spaniels to him.

Kurt climbed into the back seat, setting himself up in the center with his butt perched at the edge. He leaned back and lifted each foot, spreading his legs wide and bracing them against the back of the head rests.

“Zig! Zag! Come on! I’ve got a treat for you!” Kurt whistled again, happy to hear the skittle of claws against the foot tread as the dogs jumped into the pickup truck. “Oh!” Kurt gasped at the touch of a cool tongue on his exposed cunt. He giggled as both dogs tussled against each other to get a taste. He wriggled on the back seat, letting his bottom hang right off it so the dogs could get to him more easily. His thighs twitched with the stretch but it clearly pleased the dogs and they crowded his pussy excitedly.

Kurt scratched behind the ear of each dog, humming in pleasure when one focused on his clit and the other on licking inside him. His cheeks jiggled as a dog moved down from his cunt to his hole. Darting licks teased along Kurt’s sweaty cleft until the pup found his flexing entrance and stayed there, lapping hungrily. Kurt grunted and thrust clumsily against both mouths. The dog that had been at his button began to take long licks along the inside of Kurt’s pussy lips, thoroughly working his way up one side and down the other, tasting every inch of him. Kurt’s fingers slipped over the dog’s silky ears, gently tugging on them, trying to shift the Spaniel’s attention to his empty cunt.

“C’mon,” he urged. “A little closer. A little… Ah!” He panted. “Good boy! Right there.” Kurt tried to hold still as both dog’s snouts pressed against him, tongues working their way inside both his holes. “Oh!” His stomach tightened in anticipation. “Oh yeah. Good dogs. Good. Dogs. Uhhh!” Kurt’s thighs trembled as he came with a satisfied groan. Exhausted, he lay half draped off the back seat of the truck, his eyes rolling back in his head as the dogs continued to lap up his juices. When a tongue started to flick against his button once more, Kurt found the words he needed to follow through on his original plan.

“Zig?” He called, patting at his hip bones. “Up? Up, boy. C’mon. Up!” Kurt crowed as two paws landed on his abdomen. He quickly shifted them to either side of his hips and tugged the dog forward until he could feel the heat of Zig’s belly against him. Blindly, Kurt groped along the small dog’s body, trying not to lose his balance. He soon found Zig’s furred sheath and gently jerked it, wanting the dog to get the hint and fuck him. Zig’s hips started to thrust clumsily, and Kurt let go of him, happy to let the dog take him while Kurt simply stayed in position.

“Mmm!” Kurt moaned as Zig’s cock unsheathed, the angled tip entering his dripping pussy in degrees of depth. “More… More…” He cried, only falling silent when Zig’s hips snapped against him, filling Kurt’s cunt with his fat little cock. Kurt clicked his fingers up by his head as the dog’s furry body rocked against him.

“C’mon Zag! Up here,” he encouraged, happy when the older dog jumped up onto the seat. Zag snuffled towards him as he made kissy sounds and Kurt smiled when the dog knew exactly what to do. His eyes fell closed and he let the dog lick across his lips, his mouth dropping open and tongue licking against Zag’s in a messy kiss while Zig fucked into him.

Zig’s swelling knot slipped in and out of Kurt with every thrust and Kurt found himself tightening up his pussy, wanting to keep it inside of him. He moaned against Zag’s tongue in frustration as Zig slowed to a stop. Kurt could feel the dog’s hot cum slide from his cunt, winding a path along the curve of his ass. He helped Zig get down but his command to clean him up was muffled against Zag’s fervent tongue. However, Zig didn’t need to be told. The Spaniel gobbled up his leavings with enthusiastic licks until Kurt’s cheeks were clean.

After the dogs lost interest, Kurt finally moved. With stiff legs, he clambered out of the pickup and put his pants back on. Still feeling excited, he looked around to make sure they were still alone before slipping his hands back down against his panties to press against his swollen button. He patted his mound, relishing the delicious feeling of being freshly fucked. He wanted to come again but with the way the Spaniels were meandering around sniffing things, he knew they weren’t interested. Kurt stretched his limbs out and then packed up. It looked like he’d have to head home, shower and have Finch knot in him after all. Maybe the next time he took Zig and Zag out, he should bring Finch along too.

As Kurt stopped to open a gate, Dr. Cooper’s warning came to mind. Even with three dogs, he’d need to take a break or have a shower if he didn’t want to end up like last time. Kurt stopped and glanced back to the truck. Maybe he should just take the little dogs back to his place because then he could get fucked as many times as he wanted. The shower would be right there and he’d only have to make sure daddy was going to be out for the morning.

A familiar surge of naughtiness ran up along Kurt’s spine at the thought of keeping another secret from his father, and he knew he’d already made the decision.

***

Kurt woke up slowly, his bare body prickling with sweat. His dad’s dark bedroom was stuffy with the musky scent of sex. He threw back the sheet and flung a leg out in a bid to cool down. Past his father’s sleeping form, the small round alarm clock ticked away, counting down the seconds and minutes until its bells were due to ring.

He’d had a bad dream. But what it was about, Kurt couldn’t say. He’d been suffocating on nothing, alone and somewhere he couldn’t place. The rising sense of panic had woken him and even now, breathing deeply and blinking in the darkness, Kurt could feel it sitting beneath his skin, wanting to get out. He sat up instead, pushing his pillow behind his back as he leaned against the cool wooden headboard.

To distract himself, Kurt ran over his plans for the day. He’d make waffles for breakfast and wear his tiny yellow skirt that barely covered his pussy and definitely did not cover his cheeks. Daddy would like that. Hunter might want to fuck him before he disappeared with his father for the morning. Then Kurt would have to change into shorts, shut Finch in his room, head over to the Pine’s to pick up the Spaniels and bring them back. He had to remember to set the alarm in his room so there would be enough time to get the dogs back before daddy came in for lunch.

Kurt leaned his head back and smoothed his hands down his thighs. His cunt was tingling with desire, already excited at the prospect of letting all three dogs take him one after the other. He glanced over at the clock, thankful that his eyes had adjusted to the gloom and that there was only minutes left before the day would begin.

His father snuffled in his sleep and rolled over on his back. Kurt watched him fondly; smiling at the snore that had started up and the way his broad furred chest rose and fell with every deep breath. His gaze lingered on the swell of daddy’s belly, the way the sheet had slipped off it and had pooled at his groin.

Kurt shifted slowly, keeping his movements light. He pressed a loving kiss to the soft heft of his dad’s stomach and then nosed his way south, letting his tongue weave a path through the hairy trail, down to where it dipped beneath the sheet. Kurt moved the cotton aside, repositioning himself to lie alongside his father’s body. He rested his temple on a meaty thigh, his fist already working daddy’s soft warm cock.

His dad let out a soft grunt and stretched his other leg. A heavy hand drifted along the back of Kurt’s thigh and came to rest over an ass cheek, squeezing it tenderly in encouragement. Kurt’s mouth upturned into a smile against his father’s sensitive inner thigh. He lingered there, using his lips and tongue to toy with daddy’s hairy balls.

There was another gentle gasp in the darkness and the hand on Kurt’s cheek moved to pull him on top of his father’s body. Roughened hands tugged him backward, thumbs sweeping his flesh aside, presenting his cunt to daddy.

The sensation of a fat, wet tongue swirling over his pussy had Kurt sighing with pleasure. Unable to stretch forward over the bulge of his father’s heaving belly, Kurt simply pressed his cheek to him and used his hand to stroke his stiff cock more determinedly.

Alarm bells rang out in the dark bedroom and a clumsy hand quickly hit the clock, sending it skittering to the floor where it continued to jingle and clatter against the floorboards noisily.  Kurt was quickly rolled off, his dad mumbling grumpily as he rose to shut the alarm off properly.

With the clock silenced, daddy caught Kurt by the ankle.

“Turn over, baby.”

Kurt smiled in the darkness and rolled on to his belly, his knees pressing harder into the mattress as he hitched his ass up with his legs pressed together. The bed dipped with his dad’s weight but soon the heat of his father’s cock was nestled along the cleft of him, thrusting there lazily. Kurt worked his hips, pressing back, wanting to get daddy inside.

His cheeks were spread, the drizzle of warm spittle easing the slide as his father worked himself in long stokes. Kurt jiggled his ass up and down a couple of times, the sensation of the thick shaft slipping between his pussy lips maddening. He was so close to getting what he wanted.

A throaty chuckle floated through the bedroom. “You know what to do,” daddy insisted, shifting his cock to slide along the channel of Kurt’s ass. Kurt shifted his face against the bed as his dad teased him once more.

“Please fuck me, daddy,” he begged, muffled by the wrinkled sheets.

“That’s more like it, kitten.” His father’s hands tugged at his hips, pulling him upward, testing his angle until his cock found the slippery path between Kurt’s lips again. Daddy toyed at his entrance, dipping in and out; waiting for the tide of Kurt’s body to pull him in.

Kurt murmured his pleas into the mattress, his cunt spasmed, working itself tighter with every second. Red-faced and with his body burning with need, Kurt choked on musty air as his father finally sank in. He panted desperately, his hands curling into tight fists, his thighs shaking with the effort to hold still. Kurt’s muscles began to scream at him to move but the molten sensation of the breach inside his cunt was too good to give up.

The heated skin of his dad’s groin pressed against Kurt’s cooler body, and daddy cursed as he bottomed out. His father lay over him; his belly fitting into the curve of Kurt’s back, pressing him into the bed and using his whole body to fuck him, muscles coiling, bunching, focused on driving in deep.

Kurt’s tongue pushed at the cotton sheet stuck between his lips. He struggled to wet his lips as urgent whispery cries poured out of him. Daddy’s hands slid beneath Kurt’s chest, holding him snug, his hips alternating between grinding and snapping, his heaving breaths harsh against Kurt’s temple. Kurt’s legs kicked up uncontrollably, his heels knocking against his dad. He gulped in another breath, working his hand under his smothered body, soft fingers mashing against his clit.

Pin pricks of crushing pain were swept up into a whirling vortex of rushing pleasure as daddy’s swift strokes transformed into one punishing thrust after another. Kurt gurgled against the sheets; the storm raging within him exploding in a starburst of bliss. His father followed moments later, plunging inside him wildly and coming with a winded groan.

Kurt lay still, overwhelmed by the intensity of the experience. If this was the kind of day he was in for, he couldn’t wait to get the dogs here.

***

The front door creaked open as Kurt peered down their hallway. His house was silent but that didn’t stop him from wandering inside with a call for his father. The only reply was Finch’s bark from behind the bedroom door. Satisfied, Kurt pushed the door fully open and turned back to fetch the black Cocker Spaniels.

Kurt led them inside and shut the front door, happy he thought to put them on their leashes. In a rush, he took them to his bedroom and eased the door open, trying not to bowl Finch over. It was a wasted effort. The wriggling little black dogs charged through the gap, knocking Kurt’s hand off the door knob and yanking their leashes from his grasp. They raced around the bed, inspecting every smell with their curious black noses as their tails wagged furiously.

Finch jumped up at him eagerly, his tongue lolling out. “I know, buddy. I know!” Kurt said with a laugh, ruffling his dog’s fur. Pushing the dog off, he turned and closed the door behind him, locking it carefully. He squawked when Finch’s paws landed at his hips, the dog encouraging him to drop to his knees and present. “Hang on. Just a minute, silly.” Kurt twisted away, putting up with Finch bounding after him as he caught each one of the Spaniels, freeing them from their leads.

Kurt stopped to stuff two pillows into a single pillow case and left it on the bed as he sat down to work off his shoes and the rest of his clothes. Finch leaped onto the bed, immediately snuffling at Kurt’s parked backside. He chuckled as both of the Spaniels stretched up to the bed with their front paws, interested as to the goings on.

He eased himself to the edge and opened his legs, smiling at how quickly the small dogs scurried to his slippery cunt. Behind him, Finch let out a sharp complaining bark. Kurt rolled his eyes and let himself flop backwards onto the bed. He tugged at his dog’s front leg and clicked his tongue, encouraging Finch to come forward and smooch him.

Between his legs, the black dogs scrabbled at the comforter to get at him, only managing a few darting licks each as they competed for space. Kurt groaned in frustration. He was going to have to change position in order to get the Spaniels where he wanted them.

He turned his face away and put a hand to Finch’s chest, easing him backwards. He flipped over and crawled onto the bed properly. Finch wasted no time, his paws landing around Kurt’s waist possessively. Once more, Kurt twisted away. This time he caught his dog’s collar and brought Finch forward, slinging an arm over the dog to keep him busy while the little black Spaniels scrambled up on the bed.

Kurt squealed in surprise as a cold wet nose nudged at his hole but he stayed on all fours. He braced himself on one hand as he eased his legs further apart. “Oh. Yes. What good dogs,” he praised breathily when the Spaniels found their preferred spots. One found the sensitive area below his entrance, lapping up all the juices that Kurt was leaking in anticipation of being fucked. The other tongue danced across his cheeks before shifting to lick along the split of his ass. Kurt shivered and nuzzled against his own dog.

Finch huffed and shook himself, wanting to be free to mount him. Kurt clicked his tongue and pursed his mouth waiting for his black and white dog to lap steadily between his lips. Finch settled into the kiss as he swiped around Kurt’s tongue. Kurt let him go, switching hands to keep his collar hooked.

Behind Kurt, the two black dogs busied themselves by taking turns at licking inside him and Kurt decided to try something new.

He lowered himself down on an elbow and reached beneath his dog to get him ready. A few strokes had Finch’s dark pink, vein streaked cock sliding out of his sheath. Kurt shifted his hand to grasp around the hot shaft, letting Finch fuck his fist in a flurry of thrusts. The dog’s swelling knot revealed itself. Kurt ducked his head, breaking away from Finch’s tongue.

He pulled Finch to stand in front of him. He held his dog steady and ducked under his belly with his mouth watering. Kurt sucked in a deep breath through his nose as he closed his lips around the angled tip of Finch’s flushed cock. He moaned softly and took in another inch. The sled dog’s back legs shifted restlessly as Kurt used his tongue to spiral around the shaft. He pulled back to get a better angle but Finch’s rump moved with him, thrusting unevenly into Kurt’s willing mouth. Kurt held still and let his dog’s hunched hips move freely, sucking in a sharp breath through his nose as Finch’s cock fucked his face faster.

Kurt gurgled as one of the Spaniels mounted him. He tried to keep himself steady as a short thick shaft slipped in and out of him.
Finch’s legs started to shift, each one stamping down on the bed, his claws catching the bedspread, his tail pumping with every thrust. Kurt leaned away but the dog mirrored his movements, trying to keep its cock inside Kurt’s wet, warm mouth.

The dog at Kurt’s ass hopped away leaving a trail of cum slipping from his slit, and Kurt’s pussy clutched at nothing for a few seconds until another dog was back in position. A second cock filled his cunt in fitful bursts of pleasure. The Spaniel was eager, its hips snapping lightning fast. Kurt’s mouth dropped open a little more with an involuntary moan at being fucked so ruthlessly.

Finch took advantage, driving in deeper and jamming his swollen knot against Kurt’s stretched lips. Kurt’s hands quickly found his dog’s back legs, trying to shove him backwards and keep him under control. But Finch continued to follow his instincts, nudging his cock further down Kurt’s tightening throat.

Behind him, the Spaniel’s smaller knot came away from his cunt with wet pop. Another cascade of cum slipped from him, spilling down his thigh.

Somewhat free to move and unwilling to choke on Finch’s knot, Kurt pulled away from his black and white dog, pushing himself up to stand on the mattress. Breathless and on wobbly legs, Kurt wiped his wet mouth with the back of his hand.

Finch tried to jump up but gave up as soon as Kurt knocked his pillows away and braced himself against the wall, squatting down so his dog could reach his cunt to clean up the Spaniel’s mess.

“Oh god,” Kurt groaned, his insides convulsing with every swipe of the sled dog’s long pink tongue. “Lick me clean, boy, then it’s your turn.” His fingers rubbed at his button as Finch continued to swipe between his lips, dipping inside of him randomly. “Oh!” He let out a breathy squeak, his toes curling against the bed as he came, riding the dog’s tongue.

Kurt collapsed to the mattress and flipped himself over, giggling at Finch’s eager wet nose nudging at him. He wedged the folded double-thick pillow underneath his hips and called his dog.

Finch cocked him head at the unusual arrangement but started forward, his front paws landing on the bed either side of Kurt’s waist.

“Good boy! C’mon. C’mon, Finch. Come and fuck me.”

Kurt hummed in satisfaction as his dog’s heavy cock pushed inside him. “Mmm, fuck me. Yeah. Gimme that knot, mmmm.”  Finch’s hips began to pump steadily, sinking in deeper and faster with every second. Kurt worked his hips in time, wanting to get Finch’s fat fist of a knot into him as quickly as possible. He let out a grunt as it sunk in, stretching his cunt wide. He clamped down on it, relishing the river of silky hot cum that the dog was spilling inside him. Kurt propped himself up on his elbows, getting himself close enough to kiss an exhausted Finch. Circling his hips lazily, Kurt worked his cunt on the dog’s knot, coming again as he tasted his own juices on Finch’s tongue.

Eventually Finch was able to break free and Kurt took the opportunity to get a drink and take a quick shower before lying down to take each Spaniel in turn twice more. By the time the alarm sounded, Kurt had lost track of time, having dozed off with Finch’s knot wedged in him again.

Worried that his dad might already be back for lunch early, Kurt impatiently worked himself free of the sled dog and turned the alarm off. He clipped the leads onto the small snoozing black dogs, unlocked his door and eased it open, wincing as it gave a complaining creak.

Naked, with cum streaking down his thighs, Kurt stood in the hall apprehensively and listened for sounds of occupation.

“Hello?” He said, scared that he might actually get an answer. But none came.

Satisfied he was still alone, Kurt let Finch wander off down the hall and into the kitchen while he crept back into his room and took another shower to wash the evidence of the morning’s illicit activities off his body.

The house remained quiet as he hurriedly rounded up the Spaniels and put them back in the truck. The pickup’s engine roared to life, drowning out the distant barking of a dog. A wash of guilt flooded through his veins as Kurt pulled away from the house. The barking grew louder. He glanced into the rearview mirror hoping that he’d be able to make a clean getaway before Hunter or his father spotted the truck. Impatiently, Kurt planted his foot on the gas pedal, churning up a cloud of dust that billowed across the driveway. He looked back again once more, grimacing as he spotted the shape of a dog bounding through the swirling haze of dust.

Out on the road, Kurt sped towards the Pine’s farm anxious to get rid of their dogs. His mind careened through various reasons he could give to his dad as to why he’d been at home. None of them seemed remotely plausible and Kurt chewed his lip, worried that this secret was about to be found out.

*** #

The drive home was almost as manic, although Kurt did try some deep breathing to get his racing heart under control. It almost worked, right up to the point where he found Finch near the gate barking madly. Kurt frowned. The dogs hardly ever spent time at the top of the long driveway.

Kurt pulled up at the gate and opened his door, telling his dog to get in but Finch ignored him, barking at him instead and bolting back down the tree-lined lane towards the house.  Kurt slammed his door and put the truck into gear.

He found Finch waiting for him at the side of the house, pacing impatiently. Kurt didn’t stop to pat him; instead he took the porch steps two at a time and marched into the house expecting to be confronted - except there was no one there. The house was eerily still. Outside, Finch began to bay and scratch at the door. Kurt looked back to the closed front door but continued to walk to the kitchen.

Everything was as he’d left it earlier this morning. Daddy definitely had not been back. If he had, his empty thermos would be on the bench, ready for a refill, and the plate of brownies that Kurt had made the night before would be out and decimated. But they weren’t. Kurt put his hands to his hips, the wind taken out of his sails.

The slap of the dog door caught his attention and Finch stood before him seconds later, panting hard. The large sled dog shook himself and whined at Kurt.

Kurt walked over and smoothed his hand across the black and white dog’s head. Finch looked up at him and whined again, then turned in a circle and let out a yowling moan as if he were trying to talk. Kurt frowned again and wondered why Finch was acting so oddly. Finch tried another groan then gave up, throwing back his head and letting out a deafening howl. Kurt clapped his hands to his ears and stumbled backward. He was on the verge of shouting at his dog when a second but distant howl sounded. Kurt headed straight for the back door, yanking it open and going outside in case Finch was going howl again.

Finch ran down the back steps towards the barn, stopping only to see if Kurt was following him and when he realized he wasn’t, the dog let loose another resounding howl. This time the reply was instantaneous and clearer. Finch immediately trotted towards it, glancing back at Kurt again. Kurt took the hint and followed him, breaking into a jog when his dog ran around the far side of the barn and out of sight.

Kurt rounded the corner and spotted Finch immediately, barrelling towards the gated fields in fallow. Kurt picked up his pace, trying not to get left behind but it was useless. Finch leaped over the fence with ease and carried on without a backward glance. Kurt ran up to the gate, jumped up and over, hitting the ground on the other side hard. He stumbled back into a run, rushing up the hillock that was blocking his view of the horizon.

At the crest of the mound, Kurt’s huffing breath stopped. In the distance was the tractor. The dogs were milling around something on the ground.

“Daddy?” Kurt yelled, hoping his father would appear from behind the tractor. Finch’s head snapped up in Kurt’s direction. He let out another howl and was joined by Hunter in a chorus.

Kurt’s stomach dropped. “DAD!” He sprinted to them, the wind rushing in his ears and his pulse thumping in his neck.

“Daddy!” He cried as he got closer and realized his father was motionless on the ground.

Kurt skidded to a stop on one knee beside his dad. In one quick glance, it was obvious there was no outward injury. He shoved at daddy’s shoulder but there was no response. “No, no, no,” Kurt hiccupped as a sob stuck in his throat, his fingers curling in his father’s dusty red flannel shirt. His head was spinning. What was he supposed to do?

Fat tears skidded down Kurt’s cheeks. “Daddy,” he blubbered against his father’s chest.

A shallow breath rattled from his dad. “Dad?” Kurt sat up in surprise. He wiped his eyes with his sleeve and sniffed back his runny nose.

Kurt shook his head, clearing his jumbled thoughts. His trembling fingers felt along his father’s neck, checking for a pulse. He panicked when he couldn’t find it at first, but kept shifting his fingers and pressing in harder. A vein ticked under his fingertip and Kurt held his own breath, praying that he hadn’t imagined it. It jumped again and Kurt practically collapsed with relief. He’d found a pulse! It was light though, barely there.

He sat back on his heels and watched his dad’s chest barely rise while Finch paced around them. His mind darted from one idea to the next. He didn’t want to leave his father but he needed to get help right away. Hunter nudged his elbow and Kurt suddenly remembered the mobile phone that daddy carried with him. He rustled in his father’s pockets, crying out in triumph when his fingers found the cool plastic case.

“9-11. What’s your emergency?”

“It’s my dad!” Kurt blurted out. He sucked in a deep breath and tried to stop his voice from wobbling. “I think he’s had a heart attack…”

***

Blaine peered around the office door to find his boss, the head of cardiology, snoozing in his leather chair. He rolled his hazel eyes and cleared his throat loudly. “Doctor Williams? Doctor!”

The elderly physician awoke with a jolt, his head snapping up at the noise.

“Sir! You’re needed in the ER.”

Dr. Williams blinked twice and grumbled as he got to his feet. He righted his white coat and joined Blaine in the hallway, heading for the waiting elevator. “What are we looking at?”

Blaine pocketed his smart phone and pushed the lift’s buttons. “A middle aged man with a coronary, suffered a second one en-route. Paramedics got him back and have been trying to stabilize him. They should be pulling up any second.”

“You in on this one?” Dr. Williams asked gruffly as he unhooked his stethoscope from his coat pocket.

“I can’t,” Blaine said with a frown. “You wanted me to scrub in on the ten year old’s mitral valve repair with Rosenthal.” He bit back adding that he’d transferred here to specifically work more closely with the trauma center but that Dr. Williams had insisted he help out with paediatrics today instead.

The white haired doctor grunted.

“Might have to pull you in if this guy survives long enough for surgery.”

The elevator dinged, the doors opening to the surgical ward. Blaine stepped out of the lift with a frustrated sigh but turned back to his boss with a genial smile on his face. “Sure,” he conceded easily. “I’d be happy to help. Grab me if you need me.”

***

Part 14>>

non-con, hummelcest, daddy!kink, nc-17, length: series, incest, glee: natural selection, genre: smut, somnophilia, blaine anderson, bestiality

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