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Dalupine Day 3B: Helping a Pup

Part One

Water from the showerhead cascaded down onto the canids as they shared the cramped but comfortable space in the shower stall. The heat had caused the clear sliding doors to be frosted lightly with fog..

The wolf ran the soap over the body of the small, spotted youth in front of him, using his bare paws to massage the suds into the boy's fur. He had thoroughly lathered and rinsed the teen's head, torso, arms, legs, and genitalia; now, he focused his attention on the Dalmatian's tight, firm buttocks. As the older male lovingly worked the soap into his ass, Donald rested his head on the lupine's chest and hooked his arms under Brenton's to hold tightly onto his broad shoulders. Water washed away the suds from the hound's behind as the mature man moved away his hands.

The spotted teen let go of the wolf; it was the more experienced man's turn to be washed. Donald lathered up his paws and ran them over Brenton's firm chest, feeling the muscles underneath the bigger canid's fur. The Dalmatian was careful to wash every detail of the lupine's strong frame: torso, arms, legs, even taking extra time on the mature sheath and scrotum. The older male leaned over for his pup to cleanse his head fur.

The big, brown wolf turned his back to the teen. He leaned to the wall so the boy could have access to his back and ass. The adolescent wasted no time in washing the back of his new mentor. He then slowed down to savor the feel of the firm slabs of ass meat on his future step-daddy's body.

Not a word was uttered the entire time.

Part Two

Donald was sitting on the bed as Brenton got their clothes from the drawer. They had just finished showering and dried each other off with the same towel. The wolf handed the teen his outfit: A red shirt with Don't $*@! With the Pup written on it in black letters, and a pair of black jeans that were cut off at the knee.

The younger mal curiosly looked at the bottoms. "Brent, why are my jeans cut?"

"I cut 'em. Yer always hidin' behind pants or baggy shorts. I think it's about time ya got comfortable with that hot boy bod of yers."

"I am comfortable with my body."

"Then ya should have no problems wearin' it. Right, Pup?" The wolf had a slight command in his voice.

Donald held the pair of homemade shorts and looked at it. "Well...maybe I'm a little embarrassed."

"I'll tell ya what, Donnie," the wolf began in an accommodating voice. "I'll help ya with one part of yer outfit, and ya put the rest on by yerself. How about that?"

"I'm ok with that." The Dalmatian seemed to relax slightly from the proposal. "Which would you like to put on me, Brent?"

"Yer underwear." A smile crossed Brenton's muzzle.

"You didn't hand me any." Before the adolescent realized it, the wolf had pulled his red jock from the drawer. "What the hell are you doing with that?!" Donald, who was caught off guard by the sight, questioned the lupine.

"When I was packin' yer clothes for this weekend, I found this in yer closet tucked behind everythin' on yer top shelf with another jock. I didn't know it was a keepsake from yer daddy when I packed it, but I think now ya need to wear it again. And don't say ya can't. It's elastic. Plus, I've seen pictures of ya from middle school. Yer not much bigger now than ya were then. Now, stand up, turn around, bend over, and put yer paws on the bed."

Donald opened his mouth to protest; the wolf pointed to the bed, not allowing for any discussion. The teen took the position he was told. The he lifted one leg, and the older canid slipped it in the jock. The same was done with his other leg.

Next, the lupine slowly slid the jock up the nervous boy's legs and placed it gently in place on the pup's young body. Then, he pulled the waistband and manually positioned the cup over the still maturing sheef and scrotum.

The older male slapped the Dalmatian's bare ass. "I will say this. If yer the spittin' image of yer daddy, then he was one handsome man."

The remark caused Donald's entire body to glow red. He instinctively said, "What do you want me to do now, Sir?"

"It's Brent. This isn't punishment or sex. Now, finish getting' dressed."

The teenage pup immediately got dressed; he slipped on his shirt, then the cutoffs. He turned around to see the lupine was still not dressed. The wolf was wearing only a dark blue muscle shirt. "What's taking you so long?"

"Well, I thought it was only fair that ya get to put somethin' on me." Brenton smiled and pointed to the light blue denim cut-off shorts on the bed.

"What about your underwear?"

"I'm goin' commando tonight." The wolf turned around and bent over the bed. "Now, hurry it up, so we can get goin'."

Donald wasted no time in grabbing the shorts and bending down. Then, the wolf put his feet in one at a time. The teenager slowly lifted his upper body with his legs, sliding the denim up on the lupine's beefy legs. He fastened the button fly of the shorts and grabbled Breton's balls through the tight, firm fabric.

"Yep. Everything's in place," he said with a smile.

"Admit it, Donnie. Yer likin' this, aren't ya?"

"...Yeah," said the shy blushing boy.

The wolf couldn't help but chuckle at the pup's embarrassment. "Let's get goin'."

Part Three

The Dalmatian and the lupine were sitting in a private room in the back of a diner. They sat on the seat lined wall behind the table. Their dinner was just brought to them by the waitress. Donald had ordered the garden salad with ranch dressing and a side of home fries; Brenton was having a hamburger with onion rings. A larger pitcher of iced tea was left for them to refill their glasses. There was a call button in case they needed anything else from the wait staff that night. Everything was set for them to eat at their leisure.

"Wow! I never knew that diners had private rooms," the teen said, half amazed.

"Well, this one is special." Brenton leaned back on the padded seat. "The owner had this room built especially for my brother. Instead of payment, he asked that this room be made for when he comes down to the cabin for vacations."

"What does your brother do?"

"Jonas--or Joe, as I call him--is a psychologist who specializes in adolescent guys. He helped the owner's son work himself out. The kid went from being a complete delinquent to being a straight A student."

"That's impressive. What did he do?"

"The same thing I'm doing with ya this weekend, Donnie. He helps troubled guys out by getting' them to explore their sexual sides in order to get to their issues. In fact, me and yer mom spent a few hours over the last couple weeks on the phone with him to try to figure out what to do with ya."

The younger canid looked to the older one with a mix of surprise and shame in his eyes.

The wolf pat the boy on the head. "Don't give me that look. He didn't mind doin' it; he loves helpin' lost young men like ya figure themselves out. He's the one that straightened me out when I was about yer age.

But, that's a story for another day. Right now we have to talk about ya. Don't worry the room is sound proof, so we have complete privacy."

"So what are we goin' to do?" The teen was noticeably tense.

"We're gonna eat and have a nice talk. We'll ask each other questions, respond, and enjoy our time together. Although, I'm going to ask you some hard questions later on." The wolf playfully laughed to try to put the smaller canid at ease.

Donald managed to return a soft, nervous smile.

Part Four

About an hour later, Brenton and Donald were finishing up their meal. The wolf let out a belch, prompting a laugh from the younger canid. They had talked about ordinary things: plans to spend time together in the future, Brenton's work, Donald's school, how they can make things easier for Lina. Now, they were laughing about bodily functions; they were just being guys.

"Damn, that was a good burger," the wolf said as he leaned back in the seat. "How was yer salad, Donnie?"

"It was a lot better than I thought it would be coming from a diner. The vegetables were nice, and juicy." The smaller canid stretched out his arms and legs.

The site of the tight, stretching adolescent's body caught the man's eye. "Sexy lil pup," he said with a devious grin.

The teen blushed at the comment, freezing mid-stretch. He looked at his future step-dad with an expression of slight embarrassment. "Brent...not here," he said shyly.

The older male busted out chuckling as he pulled the spotted youth to him. After his laughing stopped, he said, "That dirty lil mind of yers is cute, Pup, but I was just paying ya a complement." He nuzzled his eager boy to put the lad at ease; Donald could not help but return the action, his puphood grinding slightly against the cup in the jock.

"Speakin' of juicy, we have more to talk about. Ya, specifically. I'm about to ask those hard questions I mentioned earlier. Now, I want ya to look me in the eyes and give me honest answers; no stallin' or beatin' around the bush. Is that understood?"

Donald looked up to the bigger man, who was now looking down upon him with a mixture of concern and command, and nodded.

"Good." Brenton took a moment to gather his thoughts. "Ya mentioned somethin' that ya buried for years resurfacin' and causin' ya to act out. Tell me what ya buried, why it resurfaced, and why ya acted out."

The adolescent took a long, deep, calming breath. "I don't know. I just know that I shoved something deep down in me and when it resurfaced I couldn't take it and started letting off my outpouring negativity on everyone else. It started when you and mom announced your wedding."

"Ok. What happened with the flatscreen?"

"I was trying to drive you away," the youth choked a little out of shame, "because I...I thought you were....the cause of my negativity." His body started to tremble slightly after he finished the sentence.

The wolf placed his paw on the shoulder of the emotional boy in front of him. "It's ok, Donnie. I had a feelin' that was it." He began to rub the lad's neck to calm the quivering, smaller canid. "Why did ya run away from me after ya finished yer story?"

"Be....Because I was afraid of you thinking less of me for everything"

"And the bathroom? What was goin' through yer head in there?"

"How I should've just l made up something so we could continue bonding. A-a-and how Dad would be ashamed of me right now."

"Now, I wanna know what ya think yer dad would be thinkin' now, if he was watchin' ya."

"He'd think that I was acting foolish and would want me to be talking it out, just like we are now." Tears began to form in the Dalmatian's eyes as his buried emotions began to force their way to the surface.

"And what do ya think his feelin's are about the night he jerked off with ya?"

The teen simply stared at the lupine, his face wet with tears. The thought had never crossed him before.

"Donnie." The bigger canid had a slight tone of command in his voice.

"I'm not sure....But knowing him...he'd probably feel like it was a beautiful father son moment."

"Then, what was there for ya to feel negative about?"

The spotted youth couldn't hold his tears back anymore. The question, and his subsequent realization, hit him too hard. He struggled to answer through the tears. "No...no...nothing." He instinctively buried himself in the chest of his future step-dad.

"Come on, buddy. Let it out." Brenton held the vulnerable teen in his arms, rubbing the back of the smaller male.

"I'm a fucking idiot!"

"No, yer not. You acted just like a lot of other teens would in the same situation." The wolfs tone was now one of comfort and consolation.

"Brent.....I'm sorry!" The boy's words were muffled by the now tear soaked shirt on the older man.

"It's ok, Donnie. You're still my pup." The wolf kissed the emotional youth on his forehead.

Part Five

The two canids were on their way back from the diner. Brenton managed to calm Donald down long enough for them to pay the bill and get back into the truck. The moon was just already high in the black sky when they walked out of the eatery. After crying more on the way back to the cabin, Donald's emotions began to simmer down. They were just a few minutes away from the cabin when the wolf broke the silence.

"Donnie," said the older man, with only understanding and kindness in his voice. He took one hand off the steering wheel and set it beside the troubled lad.

The teen lifted his head to look at his soon to be step-dad.

"You should know that I'm not mad at ya for anythin' from the past few weeks, and I accept yer apology.

"Now, I think ya should tell yer mom and let her know what's been weighin' ya down. She knew it had somethin' to do with yer dad's death. Ya can leave the masturbation part out, but she'd want to know about how ya've been feelin'. Also, she blamed herself for ya actin' out; ya should apologize to her too."

The adolescent Dalmatian looked like he was going to burst out into tears all over again.

"And I don't want ya to cry about it anymore. I know you're feelin' like this is all yer fault, but ya only did what the average teen would've done. And it's Lina's job to worry...and, if ya don't mind, I'd like it to be mine too."

The spotted hound tried to steady himself as he grabbed the lupine's hand. "I don't mind," he said, softly.

"Pup, ya don't know how happy I am to know that.

"Ya should also apologize to yer teachers and friends at school. They don't need to know the details; only that ya are goin' through somethin' and have been handlin' it the wrong way. Anythin' ya say beyond that is up to ya.

"And one more thin'," the wolf began as they pulled in front of the cabin. He turned off the ignition. "Yer dad wouldn't think ya were an idiot. I think he'd be happier that ya were tryin' to move on with yer life. And he'd also want ya to remember the good times and celebrate his life, not grieve over his death. So next time ya think of him, ya should smile, not cry. Okay?"

Donald tightened his hold on Brenton's hand; he just nodded and said, "I will," in response. The younger canid was noticeably taking all of it in at once.

The brown lupine took the boy's chin in his paw and pulled the smaller canid's head to meet his gaze. "That's enough of that now. Ya've punished yerself enough for one day. We don't have much of the night left before bed, so ya need to let go and let yerself enjoy it." With that, Brenton leaned in and gave a tender kiss to the smaller male. He let go of the boy's chin, continuing the kiss.

Donald pushed himself a little closer to the older man. They held the kiss for quite some time before he pulled away.

"Thanks, Brent....I mean for everything. You've been putting up with me and..."

"Donnie, what did I just say?"

"Oh..." the teen blushed a shade of light pink.

Part Six

The tailgate of the old, red pickup was down. Spare blankets and pillows from the cabin lined the truck bed. The younger canid was bent over with his head resting on a pillow, and his feet were on the ground, raising his exposed ass in the air. Moans of pleasure escaped his muzzle as the jock he was wearing almost cut off his circulation, due to the full on erection he had from the lupine gently licking his tailhole.

Brenton, who was on his knees, teasingly tongued the tight anus of his future step-son, who was now moaning from the newly discovered sensation of hot, wet tongue on his young quivering hole. The wolf's brown paws firmly held the ass cheeks of the smaller male. Digging in deeper and deeper, he kept his tongue moving at the same slow, steady pace; he knew the spotted lad in front of him was not ready for the eating out the lupine could really dish out; he also didn't want to loosen the Dalmatian too much.

"OH, BRENT!" Donald exclaimed between moans.

Brent stopped his treatment of the boy's needy hole and stood up. His palm delivered a hard smack on the right ass-cheek, eliciting a mixed moan of pain and pleasure from the teen.

"Again!" The smaller canid was breathing heavily.

"Again what?" the brawn wolf teasingly asked just before he slowly dragged his claws up both cheeks of the adolescent's unsuspecting ass.

"AAAAAaaaaah! Again, please, Sir!"

"Good pup." The lupine said as he backhanded the left cheek hard with his right hand.

The Dalmatian screamed at the top of his lungs; the lupine didn't even strike him that hard on the first night. He began to whimper from the sharpness of the pain. He felt that same hand run gently over his spine.

"Are ya ok, Donnie?" The wolf's voice possessed a tone of concern and emotional warmth.

The youth simply nodded; his slowing breaths and fading whines proved his composure.

"Here, I'll make it up to ya. Get up on the truck bed and turn around."

Donald did as instructed. After he turned, the older man's bulging package met his gaze.

"Feel it."

The eager boy wasted no time pawing the older man's stiff cock through the denim shorts. He could practically feel the lupine's heartbeat from the hot, hard organ.

"Sir, can I?" the smaller canid asked as he looked up at his sexual mentor.

"Can ya what, Pup?" the lupine asked coyly while he looked down upon the face of the younger male.

The teen's white fur turned red in response to the question.

"Out with it, boy."

With a mix of frustration, desire, and nervousness the adolescent took a deep breath and blurted out, "Can I please suck your cock, Sir?!"

"Go ahead." The wolf responded unable to hold back his laugh. "But don't expect me to whip it out." He shifted his eyes; they were now piercing through the soul of younger male. With a dominant voice, the wolf continued. "If my little pup wants the bone, he'll have to dig it out himself."

As soon as the lupine finished the sentence, the spotted lad undid the button fly of his shorts, causing them to fall to the ground. He immediately devoured as much of the uncut wolf cock as his young mouth could accommodate. He bobbed his head up and down, pushing it further in his throat each time. After taking in eight inches, he began to gag; however, he pushed himself to take more in while he relished the feeling of having a muzzle full of Brenton's man meat.

The wolf growled in ecstasy as the teen unreservedly worked on his dick. He kicked away the shorts and widened his stance. When he heard the teen gaging, he grabbed the boy's head with both hands and pulled away from the Dalmatian's mouth. He looked deep into the smaller male's eyes and said, "I love yer enthusiasm, Pup, but keep that up and I'll end up bustin' my load in yer mouth again. While I'd love that, there's another hole I think we'd both rather me paint the inside of white. Now, be a good pup and save that passion for later."

After Brenton released his head, Donald pulled back the foreskin of the veiny organ and slowly licked it. Using every bit of his will power to hold back his desire to consume the whole thing, he savored every bit of sweat and musk that his tongue could taste from the uncovered chisel.

"Don't slack off too much Pup. It's the only lube yer gonna get." The wolf's gruff voice cuts right through the teen's submissive sexual euphoria.

With disbelief and fear, the smaller canid looked at the man he wanted so deeply to bond with. Petrified, he remained unmoving, unsure what to do. Without thinking he uttered, "Use my mouth, Sir."

Brenton wrapped his paws again softly, yet decisively, around the teen's head. He positioned the boy's maw at his rock solid bone as Donald opened his mouth and closed his eyes in anticipation.

The older male slowly inserted his cock into the waiting maw and slowly guided the Dalmatian's muzzle down. Stopping just short of the lad's gag reflex, the lupine pulled him away to the tip of his chisel. Brenton repeated his movements with the smaller male's head few more times as he moaned softly. Suddenly, he pulled the boy all the way down his shaft and held him there, causing the teen to gag uncontrollably. After a couple of seconds he pulled the adolescent maw completely off of him and freed the youth's head once again.

"That's how I like my dick sucked, Pup." The older fur looked down to his willing cub. "Now, get to it."

Using one hand to hold the foreskin back with the other holding tight the wolf's body, the teen did as he was told: taking as much as he could a few times then forcing himself down to the point of gagging. He repeated this cycle while the wolf enjoyed the mix of control and passion.

Part Seven

The brown lupine sat on the bed of the truck, his feet dangling off the tailgate. He leaned back to allow the boy standing over him room to sit on his cock. "I'm waiting, Pup."

The spotted hound, who was now nude, took a short moment to breathe before bending his knees and lowering himself onto the older man.

"** AAAA *AAAA* AAAAH!"** Donald screamed as the red wolfhood of the older male slid slowly into him. The saliva coated organ bore further into the tight, hungry hole of the youth as he pushed himself down, little by little. His unattended pink boyhood strained even more with the anal stimulation.

"Just like last time, Pup. Relax yer tailhole and breathe," the bigger canid instructed the teen and held back his desire to impale the boy with one thrust. The lupine grunted softly from the feel of the juvenile's tight love tunnel devouring his red flesh rocket. "Get in just enough and I'll take care of the rest." After he was halfway inside Donald, Brenton grabbed hold of the spotted adolescent's waist and began to gently thrust in and out, softly growling with each push.

"AH!...AH!...AH!...AH!..." Short, soft moans were all the younger male was able to get out as he felt the wolf's cock work at his needy tailhole. The Dalmatian could feel the solid chisel drive deeper and deeper into his inexperienced canal; his body began to jerk when he realized the older canid was running over and over his prostate. Remembering the no cumming rule, he used everything within him to hold back his climax, which he was approaching from the moment since the first inch of the rock hard manbone began to be driven into him. He embraced the man in front of him and pulled the brawny lupine close to him.

"That's my pup...Just like that." The bigger of the two canids began to long dick his lustful protégé, bucking into him with long slow strokes from his chiseled shlong head to the top of his inflating knot; his foreskin slid over his cock head, exposing it to the warm walls of the teen's tailhole. His growling slightly grew in intensity, causing the spotted hound to ride him harder and hold him tighter. The wolf returned the boy's hug and whispered, "You're gonna be one hell of a man."

Suddenly, the older, more experienced male took the Dalmatian's ear in his mouth and began to gently chew on the unguarded body part, working his tongue lovingly around every inch of it. He felt the boy in his arms writhe uncontrollably. His own ears picked up soft, unrestrained moans from the lad's mouth. His red cock began to slide in and out of the teen without resistance; he knew the young man's rectum had become slick with his natural anal mucus.

After a few moments, Brenton stopped all movement and released Donald from his mouth and arms. He looked at horny teenager, who was now resting on the top of the older male's knot. "Let go, Pup," he said panting hard.

The heated Dalmatian did as he was told. He felt the sudden movement of Brenton moving back further onto the truck bed; he used all four of his limbs to crawl and keep the red wolfhood inside of him. He pouted slightly as the mature canid laid his back on the bed.

"Now, don't give me that," the brown furred lupine began as he caressed the adolescent's face. "If he had kept goin' at that rate, I would've ended up biting yer exposed neck. And yer mom would'nt've liked that."

Donald looked down into the eyes of the older man, who was now inside of him and tenderly attending to his physical and emotional wellbeing. He was so taken with the spirit of the man who he had hated up until a couple nights before, that all he could do was nod in agreement.

"Now, listen up, Pup. I'm about out of it for the night, and I know that yer about ready to bust. The no cumming rule is lifted, but ya gotta make me cum first. Work that tailhole on my cock until I orgasm. With how much ya've lubed yerself up, that should'nt be too hard. Then, after I dump my man load in ya, ya can shoot yer pup seed all over me. Understand?"

His twitching anus tightening with every word the wolf spoke, the youth excitedly and lustfully nodded again.

"Then get yer ass to work," the wolf commanded.

With that, the Dalmatian spread his bent legs and began to ride the older canid. Each time going from the top of the knot to the very tip of the chisel; he kept his young hole as tight as he could to feel every inch of the lupine's full grown cock inside of his body.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH, FU-U-U-U-U-CK!" was all the Dalmatian could say to put the intensity of the older man's penis sliding effortlessly in and out of his slippery teen hole into words.

The wolf growled so deep that his cock almost vibrated inside the younger male. The red wolf shlong poured pre profusely, further lubricating the teen's tight entrance. He gripped the legs of his bucking cowpup as tight as he could, giving the lad no chance to escape. Not like he wanted too.

"So....Close....Pup... GRRRRRrrrr...Just...A little...More!"

The teen instinctively leaned forward, gabbing his future step-dad's shoulders, and began to wildly slam onto the wolf's dick; he used the shoulders of the older man to pull and push himself off and on the tool impaling him. All the while, his pink, pulsating puphood was engorged with teen hound juice; however, he held back his orgasm with every fiber of his young being, not daring to defy the unpredictable alpha under him.

Sensing the Lupine's climax, the adolescent pulled himself up the very tip. Then, using all the strength he could muster, pushed himself as hard as he could onto the knotted base, which was forced into his still inexperienced hole.

Brenton opened his mouth with no noise; the intensity of the boy's final move would not allow any sound to come out. He remained soundless for the first couple shots. " GGGAAAAAAAAAH!" He finally managed to let out as he emptied his sack into the teen for the second time that day.

The teenager, feeling the warm jizz spurting from the thick, uncut, red manhood inside of him, allowed himself to release his own load all over the older male. Giving into the bliss of climax, the moaned as loud as he could as an entire day's cumload covered the wolf's chest. The boy's body gave way to the sudden drop of energy, and he fell forward onto Brenton; cum was still dribbling out of his cock, which was now sandwiched between the bigger canid's body and his.

The lupine pulled a cover, which he had put to the side earlier, over the two of them. The blanket held in the warmth of their bodies, and the pup's seed between them. He wrapped his arms around the adolescent as they both lay in the bed of the old pickup truck, panting heavily.

Neither of them said a single word, as they drifted to sleep.

Epilogue

Years later, the old red pickup truck travels that same dirt road it has many times many years before. The shade of the same lush trees protected the riders of the vehicle from the rays of the hot summer sun.

"Dad what are we doing in the middle of nowhere?" asks a boy, who is just shy of thirteen.

"Well, son," began the thirty-five year old Dalmatian behind the wheel, "I know thin's have been rough on ya lately." He was wearing a grey tanktop, blue denim shorts, and black sandals, things he himself would never have worn in his younger days. "With puberty around the corner and how stuff has been goin' at school, I thought it be nice to give yer mom a break and come to a place where we can bond, man-to-man. Out here, we'll have plenty of time for some fun, as well as some much needed father son talks."

The younger male, clad in the exact same clothes as his dad, retorted ,"If all you wanted to do was talk, we could have stayed home. And did we have to wear the same outfit? You know I'd rather be wearing pants and long sleeves. I'm not a cub anymore; I should be able to wear what I want. And stop talking like that. You don't sound right when you try to talk like grandpa."

The Dalmatian looked over to his son in the passenger seat. "Come on, Al. I know yer at that age when ya wanna be yer own man, but that doesn't mean ya gotta be so uptight. Yer too young for that. I know part of it has to do with how the kids at school pick at ya for bein' a hybrid, but yer the most awesome Dalion I know."

"Dad, I'm the only Dalion you know. And I've told you to call me Alphonse." The young spotted lion's voice held a certain annoyance not uncommon in pre-teens. He folded one of his arms over the open window of the truck and laid his head down on it. "Besides, I'm probably the only Dalion in existence."

The boy looked out the window in silence for a few seconds before randomly saying, "Damn, this thing is so uncomfortable." The young fenine tried to adjust the red jock he was wearing, instead of his usual shiefs. "Why did you have me wear this thing anyway?"

Chuckling at his offspring's sudden changes of mood, the fur behind the wheel said, "Son, I know ya have a lot of questions; not just about this trip, but about life in general. While we're on vacation this week, I plan on answerin' all of them: big ones, little ones, even ones ya don't know ya need to ask."

The older anthro parked the pickup in front of the cabin. This tone changed from carefree to serious as he adopted his normal pattern of speech. "I will tell you this now though. I've been through a few things in my life. Things you may or may not go through. And this place is very important because without the time I spent here with your grandpa I wouldn't be the man I am today. It is because of that time I was able to work through a lot of those things."

Feeling the sincerity in his dad's words, Alphonse stared intensely at the older male from surprise.

"Now, that's enough of that for the time bein'," he said, quickly returning to a carefree tone and the accent he learned as a teen. The Dalmatian reached out his paw and ruffled his son's developing mane. "Let's get everythin' in the cabin, so we can start bondin'. Grandpa will be here the day after tomorrow, and there're a few thin's we need to talk about before then."

THE END