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A pensive quiet had fallen on the Griffin household. The tomfoolery and balderdash was at a rest, though it would return later as certain as the sun would rise. With the family gone, there was only a single soul to keep the house occupied. The TV murmured in the living room. Real Time with Bill Maher was on. The white-haired host was chatting with his usual claque of pundits, conducting the cheers and applause of the audience behind the camera. In the home there were no such cheers, only seldom chuckles, hums of agreements, and placid sips from a dry martini.

Brian was on the couch, his short white legs kicked out in front of him. In his paw was a glass of alcohol, complete with an olive on a pick. He drank from it sparsely, painting his palate with a crisp dryness and building a slight buzz. Maher's quips and gags went mostly ignored by the dog. It was more a comfort activity than anything, just to sit in front of the TV and listen to his favorite celebrity opine in that famously suave voice and drown his fans in liberal smugness. Did Brian agree with everything he said? No, but he felt smarter watching. If there was anything Brian Griffin enjoyed more than the booze he consumed so regularly, it was feeling smarter than everyone else.

Pittering in from the kitchen came some company. Looking over to his left at the end of the couch he saw a familiar face: his. Robot Brian, affectionately referred to as RB by his creator Stewie and Brian himself, smiled at his reference. "Hey there," the android said in a voice exactly like the original's, both in timbre and mood. "What's going on?"

Brian had only just gotten used to hearing his voice and seeing his visage represented by someone- something -else. He had to admire Stewie's craftsmanship. The thing sounded and acted like he did, albeit after some on-site exposure. At first it bothered him like someone watching footage of themselves for the first time. Only after some time and conversations together did he come to appreciate the robot, learning that he loved himself as a person like his family did.

"Watching Bill Maher," Brian said, pointing with his martini paw. "Care to join?"

"Don't mind if I do." RB scaled the couch by grabbing onto the cushion and pulling himself up. It was a maneuver Brian had done thousands of times, but felt a little embarrassed when he saw someone else do it. RB settled on his bottom, right next to Brian. He sighed, not an exhalation of air but an electronic impression of how Brian would. "What'd I miss?"

"Oh, nothing much. I'm not paying much attention."

"Just listening to them chat, huh?"

Brian sipped from his martini and nodded. "Yup."

"Yeah, that sounds about right."

They sat in silence for a few minutes, hearing without listening and then chuckling in perfect sync with one another. They kept their comments to themselves, aware that the man next to them was thinking the exact same thing. Words weren't necessary. Knowing someone thought and felt the same way was comfort enough.

Brian's gaze slipped from the television and down into the bowl of his glass. Only about one sip of his drink was left. The olive was out of the liquid, drying in the open air. He pretended to consider eating it while swooping his gaze across the bottom limit of his vision and landing it on RB. Brian could only see his legs. Just outside his blurred peripheral was RB's crotch and belly, both exact replicas of what Brian had. Between his thighs was a white bush of fuzzy crotch fur. Beneath that was his sheath and balls, both swaddled in a gossamer fur he was so intimate with.

He looked away, back into the glass. He downed the last puddle of drink and plucked out the olive on its pick. After sliding it off with his teeth and eating it he dropped the pick into the glass and set it on the teal carpet below. He sat back up and folded his paws over his belly so that he could resume watching. Moments later he performed another shift of gaze, once again bringing it on RB. He saw more than just his legs this time, noticing that RB had his face turned towards him too. Brian looked back and saw his replica smiling.

"Hey," said RB.

"Hey," Brian said back.

"Enjoying the show?"

Brian noticed that his cheeks were hot. He hoped it was the alcohol. "It's OK, I guess. This one's kind of boring. I think he could've had someone better on."

"No, I'm not talking about Bill Maher," RB said cheekily.

Brian's face grew hotter. No, it wasn't because of the drink. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. I saw you checking me out."

The brass tag on Brian's collar bounced and glinted in the light as he chuckled. "Oh, OK. Is that what I was doing? I don't recall."

"You don't? Funny, it happened, like, five seconds ago."

"Really? My memory must be failing. What exactly did you see me do?"

"Well..." RB mimed holding a glass. "You were looking down into your drink, you noticed that you had one sip left, you thought about looking at me but didn't want to be too obvious so you pretended to contemplate eating the olive so you could sneak a peek at my dick. How's that sound? In the ballpark for you?"

Such an astute, on-the-nose analysis of his actions should've disturbed the dog. It made him laugh instead. "I think you hit a grand slam."

"Yeah, I know I did." RB rubbed his paw down the slope of his belly, disrupting the thin layer of white fur that covered his pink skin. Through the hairs jostling aside Brian could see RB's nipples, all four rows of them. His paw came to a rest over his crotch, right where his pubes began. "You know, if you wanted a look, you could've just asked."

Any doubt that the heat ruddying Brian's cheeks was alcohol had vanished. His eyes were firmly locked on that not-so-secretive shrub that contained a model of his cock. He felt his own stiffening inside his sheathe. It was all but guaranteed that RB's was doing the same.

"Ask? Why do I have to ask? I can look if I want to, you know."

"Really? Then why don't you?"

"Oh, well, you know me. I like to take things slowly."

"Slowly? You mean discreetly."

Correcting vernacular. Yup, it was his doppelganger alright. "Yeah, if you wanna call it that."

"I call it sneaky."

"Like I said, whatever you wanna call it."

"What do you call it?"

"What do I call it?"

"Yeah."

Brian pretended to think. "I think I call it sexy."

"Sexy? You think looking at another guy's dick is sexy?"

"As a matter of fact, I do, and I know you do too."

"Can't argue with that."

"No, you cannot. I'll tell you what you can do."

"Tell me what I can do."

"You can come over here and kiss me."

Like Brian had, RB pretended to think. He shrugged. "Yeah, sure. I can do that."

"I know you can, now come here and do it."

Both men followed his orders and leaned into the other. Their snouts fell into place for a lip-locking kiss. Heads tilted, paws on their shoulders, they melded tongues and closed eyes. Brian inhaled a full mouthful of hot dog breath, a mirror of what he endowed his lover. Fake or not, it made his nipples hard. His fur stood on ends. His penis made the first introduction outside of his sheath, a tiny red bead that stood in great contrast to the snowy tundra around it. RB's was at the exact same phase, sliding free from his lap with equal speed.

Soft huffs beat through their nostrils. Their mouths would close on another, letting out an echoing smack. Brian's paw rubbed around RB's shoulder and vice versa. Beneath their pudgy pawpads were planes of malleable fur worthy of inspection and touch. They parted mouths for a moment, sharing another sigh of dank air. They twisted their faces and rejoined lips, renewing intensity and passion. The inside of their cheeks were like velvet. RB's tongue was heavy and assertive. He suckled on Brian's with polite authority, something Brian was hesitant to defy.

Brian's cock was fully erect, standing from his lap with as much pride as its cherry red luster could generate. Knowing his replica too well, he slid his paw down RB's chest, brushed a column of his nipples, ran his fingers through that nimbus of dog fur, then wrapped his fingers around RB's penis. In nigh perfect unity he felt the same courtesy extended to him. With deft twists and strokes they handled each other's poles. Within seconds both men were huffing through their noses, blushing deeply, and reflecting their arousal in both mien and erection.

Their faces came apart. More air between them, hot and steamy. Their eyes opened to see a reflection of desire. Just a few more pecks on the lips were shared before Brian spoke. "You wanna do something?"

"I do, but what?"

"I don't know. Anything."

"I can think of a few things." RB kissed Brian's neck, blessing the dog with more shivers. "Just say the word."

"I uh... Hahhh..." He realized how tight his grip on RB's cock was. It was a good thing he was a robot and couldn't feel it. The pressure on his own rod was tight too. Drooling from the conical tip was a single tear of precum. It drained into the side of RB's fist, wetting the fur. Pleasure radiated across his lap like a heat lamp. He was so horny. "I wanna... I wanna blow you."

RB didn't argue. "Alright. I think I can manage that."

Brian laughed nervously. "Sorry, I-"

"No. Don't be. That's what you wanna do, that's what you wanna do. It's not like you haven't done it before."

Brian scoffed. "Yeah, yeah. Tell me about it."

"No." RB pulled away and laid back on the couch. His head fell on the armrest with his paw beneath it. The other cusped his cock, right around the knot. "Why don't you show me about it instead?"

"Show me about it" probably sounded better in RB's head when he thought it, but it was still cute. "Don't mind if I do~" Brian got onto his fours and crawled over. His black-nosed snout fell into the influence of RB's penis, one haughty with the stench of musk and sweat. Brian inhaled every ounce that he could, inflating his lungs and intoxicating himself worse than the martini ever could. "Ahhhh..." He swooped his nose into RB's taint, just above where his tail hole lay. His testes settled on his snout like a pair of hot limes. He nuzzled around, whiffing more of that manly odor. He nibbled gently, pinching some minute hairs between his teeth. "Mmmmm~"

RB grinned. The look on Brian's face was adorable, one of a man whose lucidity had been robbed. RB gaped his legs into an obtuse V, allowing better access for his lover. His paw fell on Brian's dome and held him there. "Go on," RB chided. "Get your fill."

So Brian did, nibbling away to his heart's content, sifting his paws around RB's tummy, murring quietly, and absorbing the smell with every chest-swelling whiff. The heavy presence of RB's balls on his nose drove him to migrate his mouth northwards so that he could smell them too. At last his mouth fell on RB's knot. He licked it from hilt to tip, drawing out a bead of precum. RB's murred his appreciation. He massaged Brian's scalp, encouraging further licks and smooches.

Brian grabbed RB's cock and aimed it upwards. He opened his mouth and enveloped it. "Mmmmmm..." It was hot and dense atop his tongue, thrumming with masculinity. Swirling his tongue around it he could feel its every vein and muscle. They pulsed resolutely to the beat of RB's electronic heart. For Brian, with his maw so firmly wrapped around his lover's piston, it was not wires or programming that piloted RB, but flesh and blood as genuine as his own.

He slid his mouth down to the knot and then glided back up. It was the start of a slow process of ups and downs that lathered every part of RB's length. Inside Brian's mouth his tongue was at work, forming a tight helix around the shaft and cradling the bulb just beneath it whenever he could. He held the underside of RB's thighs, massaging the doughy flesh and feeling the taut muscle that ran through the core.

RB breathed heavily. He played with both of Brian's ears, pinching and rubbing them softly. "Open your eyes for me," he commanded. Brian obeyed and looked up at him with irises made soft by the accent of their lids. RB felt a twang of emotional pleasure, making him grimace. "Mmmm, good boy. That's it."

That got Brian's tail wagging, faster at least. It thumped on the cushions, betraying his abject excitement. He continued his antics on RB's dick, escalating his speed once he heard those soft grunts turn into hushed moans. He sucked harder and bobbed faster. Those delicate eyes turned saucy as they remained locked with the man whom he pleased.

"Ah shit. Hahhh... I'm gonna cum. Ahhh! Huhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" RB doubled over with a severe scrunch to his features. From his penis shot the first rope of lubricant, batting Brian in the back of his throat. Brian flinched, but he did not waver. He slowly retracted his mouth, letting the rest of RB's climax spew out into the air and pitter back down on his belly and lap. It came to a rest eventually, only after he had speckled the cushions with thick, odorous cum. "Hahhh... Hahhh... Mmmm... That was good. Damn."

Brian was huffing himself. Whatever RB's cum was made out of, it damn sure felt real. A few pearls of it had fallen on his face. "Hahhh... Yeah. It was. Fuck."

RB chuckled. "You seem a little flustered."

Brian tried to laugh it off, but his voice squeaked. "Yeah. I am."

"Want me to help you with that?"

Brian gulped. His throat buzzed with the taste of cum. "Yes, please."

"Alright." RB pointed at the opposite armrest. "Bend over that for me."

Brian tried gulping again, but found his mouth was too dry. "Y-yeah." He crawled out from between RB's legs and laid himself over the armrest with his arms draped over the side. He cocked his stubby dogtail, putting on for show that precious pink pucker of his. He looked back at his lover. "How's the view?"

RB was already crawling over. "Nice. Real nice." He got on his two feet and stood behind Brian. His dick hadn't lost a fragment of its stature, as ready for action as it had been before Brian sucked it. He flattened Brian's ass cheeks with his paws and spread them apart. They were soft and malleable. A firm bedrock of glute was beneath the fluff, twitching sporadically per Brian's eagerness. RB stared into his tailhole, admiring its form and texture. Beneath it was a smooth plain of white fur, and beneath that his ripe man fruit.

RB liked what he saw. Before he would penetrate it properly, though, he slid his paws up onto Brian's back and massaged it. His loose skin folded and unfolded as RB dragged his claws up and down. Brian' felt his body buzzing. His precum dripped from his cock at an almost constant flow. He bit his lip. He felt so small and vulnerable. Everywhere RB touched him, be it his back or buttocks, it made him excited. His mouth fell open as he began panting. His cock throbbed. He was ready.

So was RB. He hoisted his penis and aimed it a Brian's crater. He brought it forward, and the two men collided most intimately. "Ah!" sighed Brian. RB ignored him and pushed onward, gaping his ring of muscle until it met the punishing breadth of RB's shaft and swallowed the tip. It was like a dagger of delight. "Hahhh. Hahhh. Hahhh. Ohhh..."

RB sighed merrily. "Yeah. That's nice. Ohhh, I like that." He watched his dick slide into Brian's hole, only stopping at the knot. He grabbed onto Brian's hips, savoring the grip of his walls and the sounds of his whimpers.

"Ahh! Huhhh... Ohhh... Ohhh... Yes..."

"Mmm, how's that feel?"

"Ohhh... So good..."

"Yeah, it does for me too. Mmmm..." He leaned forward and resumed rubbing around Brian's back. His paws cradled Brian's face. He felt his lip quivering. "God, you're cute."

Brian laughed through the moaning. "Ahhh... and you're so fucking sexy."

"Take one to know one." RB stood upright and grabbed Brian's hips. His ass came back, unsheathing his cock to the head before thrusting it back home.

"Huhhh!" Brian's head slumped. His claws scratched the side of the sofa. He scrunched his face and directed his moans at the floor below. "Ohhh... Hahhh... Ohhh..."

RB fucked him slowly at first, relying on the fluidity of his humps and the length of his cock. Back and forth his cock grinded along Brian's boy buzzer, filling his loins and backside with the love he deserved. It pulsed through him with each plunge, drawing out a fat glob of slime from his penis and wetting the upholstery beneath him. He called out to the living room, announcing his joy without any restraint.

"Huhhh! Uhhh! Ohhhhh yes! Uhhhhh! Uhhhhhh..."

"Ahhh, that's it, Brian. Mmmm... Let me hear it." RB was making a few retorts of his own, huffing through his nostrils and grunting in his throat. His pace quickened, mostly out of an increase in his own desires and a wish to hear his partner cry louder.

Wish granted. "Ohhhhhhhh! Huhhhhhh! Yes! Ohhhhh, it's so good. Huhhhh!" He buried his blushing face into the armrest. Slaver fell from his mouth and darkened the upholstery. "Huhhh... RB.... Ohhhhh... Huhhhh..."

RB went quicker. His hips began smacking into Brian's ass, making the flesh wobble and wave. Bap bap bap bap bap bap. "Yeah. Keep saying my name. Mmf. Keep saying it."

"Huhhh! RB! Oh God! Fuck! RB! RB! RB~"

It drove the piston harder, faster, deeper. RB grabbed Brian's shoulders and deepened the angle of his thrusts. Bap! Bap! Bap! Bap! Bap! Bap! "You gonna cum for me? Huh?"

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, yes! Yes..." He wasn't even answering the question. It was a mere signal of his approval.

"Ahhh... Good boy. Hrrrnnnnn... Cum for me like a good doggy... Hahhh... I know I will. Mmm..."

Brian had no choice. With the further escalation of RB's pounding, the thrum of his voice, and the white-hot joy of having his prostate grinded into a paste, Brian felt his climax approaching. "Huhhh! Fuck! Oh fuck! Ahh, I'm cumming! Yes! I'm cum- Uhhh! I'm cumming! Yes! Oh YES! HUHHHHHHHHH!" His bliss erupted. At once his hips slammed forward into the armrest, cramming his cock between it and his tummy. He let loose a girlish squeal. "HUUUUUUEEEEEUUUHHHHHHHH~~~!!!" He spat out a fat serving of cum that splatted into the upholstery and across his belly fur. With RB's continued fucking it did not stop, but stretched into an affair that had Brian wailing and bouncing on the couch like a madman.

"Ahhhhhh, that's it!" shouted RB. "Good boy! Huhhh! That's-! Oh shit. Hahhh! Wait! Wait!" Bap! Bap! Bap! Bap! Bap! BAP! BAP! BAP! "HUUUUUHHHHHH~~~!!!" The last thrust planted itself on Brian's ass. His knot was glued to his tail hole while the tip of his cock reached the greatest depth it could. Blowing free was another hot load of cum, one that filled Brian to the brim and came squirting out from the seal around RB's shaft. That heavy cock muscle imploded and swelled with each pump, working overtime to unload every ounce that it had.

Brian felt it all. Though his climax was over, he could wallow in the joy of feeling his hind end being claimed. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

RB felt his peak fade as well, and the two lovers were finished. Their pants echoed through the living room discordantly. RB loosened the grip on Brian's hips and staggered back, pulling out of his ass. His cock was smeared in cum and grime. It slumped lazily, its job having been done with full honors. What it left behind was a battered tail hole the shape of a wrinkled O. Molten love drooled down Brian's taint and onto his balls. RB chuckled and grabbed Brian's haunch. He opened the hole further with his thumb, letting out a gnarly belch of cum. "Oh yeah... Hahhh... That's pretty. Holy shit."

Brian was out of it. Beyond the white fog that had fallen on his mind was the dim throb of his asshole, equal parts delight and soreness. He loved them both equally, falling in second only to the reproductive beast that had created it all. "Ohhh... Ohhh... Yeah..." Brian rolled over onto his back. His tail wagged between his thighs lazily. His cock was half-retracted into his sheath. He smiled at RB lazily.

"Hey sexy~" he cooed.

RB smiled back. "Hey."

Brian waved him over with a finger. "Come here."

It was RB's time to obey. He laid atop his inspiration, becoming a nice warm blanket of dog. The two men kissed one another, not locking lips this time, content just to smooch and peck around each other's faces. Breaking their makeout was the chatter of a familiar voice. They looked over at the TV and realized they had never muted it. Bill Maher had been jawing with his guests the entire time, unaware of his two fans' romp. Still pasted to each other, the two of them resumed watching.

"You still watching this?" RB asked.

"Nah," said Brian.

"Yeah, me neither. Where's the remote?"

"I don't know. Probably in the crack of the couch."

"If it was up your ass, you'd know it."

Brian laughed. "Well, if it wasn't the remote, it was something else."

"Mmm..." RB kissed his cheek. "It sure was. I don't feel like moving."

"And I don't feel like letting you move."

"You wanna watch the rest of this episode?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah, I guess I do too."

"Awesome. Let's watch it then."

And so they did, one lover atop the other, bathing in their heats and chuckling along with their favorite TV host.

THE END