Author's Note: Here I go collaborating again. Well, ladies and gents, it appears that I'm going to be collaborating with a new author, imaginarionify. I was instantly impressed with her work, and after some talking, the idea for this story just sort of materialized pretty naturally. I won't give too much away, but I will say that this is going to be a pretty angsty one, lots of dark emotions involved. Still, I think we're going to be creating something pretty special here, and I hope that you find something in it to enjoy.

Warning: This story contains pedophilia and bestiality.

Disclaimer: We are not affiliated with Family Guy. All Credits go to Seth MacFarlane and company.

Where the Road Parts: 'Til Death Do Us Part

by:

imaginarionify and namelesslunitic

Chapter 1: For Better or Worse

The events leading up to this very moment were god awful. Both Brian and Stewie couldn't have been more than thrilled to be away from the chaos, taking refuge in Stewie's bedroom after having dealt with such an exhausting morning and afternoon. The dog and baby leaned against the boy's window ledge, Brian smoking a cigarette out of natural habit. Watching him made Stewie want to try smoking as well. After all, he wanted to be cool like Brian, so he extended a small hand out, pretty much demanding the dog share.

Brian slightly groaned, but reached into his pocket to retrieve his pack of smokes. Stewie's eyes did widen at Brian's generosity; the kid merely wanted to share the cigarette he was already smoking, but if he was being so generous as to offer Stewie a whole cigarette to himself, the boy would take the dog's offer without question and that's what he did. He felt giddy popping the cigarette into his mouth and letting Brian light it for him.

There was a comfortable silence between the two. Nothing being said while they smoked. It wasn't until Stewie was almost done with his cigarette that he looked up at Brian. "Long day, huh?"

Brian nodded.

"Yeah. It felt like it dragged on and on. I didn't think Peter was going to demand we all have a family outing. I hate doing that crap."

Stewie nodded, "At least we were able to be together while the rest of the family did whatever the hell they were doing. Being with you makes any rough situation a little more tolerable." Brian nervously rubbed the back of his head, grinning a little. "Yeah...it does, doesn't it?" Stewie took his last puff of his cigarette before crushing it against his window ledge and carelessly tossed it. Before long, Brian did the same and they both slid down the wall. "You know, Brian. I think I'll remember this moment for the rest of my life."

The dog arched an eyebrow and gave Stewie a side glance. "Why? What's so special and significant about it? We're doing what we always do. Well...you smoking was a...surprise."

Stewie scoffed. "Please, Bri! I've smoked cigarettes before. You just haven't seen me do it." He snickered and scooted closer to the dog, playfully running his fingers through his fur. At this point, the baby's slight touches didn't bother Brian anymore, so he didn't make any remarks as to why Stewie was suddenly stroking over him. He sighed softly and gently placed a hand on the top of the boy's head.

The infant hummed.

"Still I was a little concerned when the fat man insisted on going skydiving. I wonder if he was drunk when he suggested it to you." Stewie pondered, his fingers continuously rubbing Brian's arm as if he were in a trance. Brian shrugged and leaned further against the wall, shaking his head. "That I didn't care about...I just didn't like how he was constantly berating everyone. We hardly got any moment's peace."

Stewie made a mental note to always decline going on family outings from that point on. For whatever reason, he had been under the impression it would be nice to get out; even though he had wanted to spend the day with Brian. Still, when Brian was forced to tag along with the family, the boy figured as long as the dog was there, then perhaps it wouldn't be such a bad day.

He'd know better next time.

"Anyway, you never answered my question." Brian went to change the subject, his eyes now focusing in on their primary target which were locked on Stewie. The boy grinned and brought his legs to his chest and he hugged them close. "I don't know. I just like the ambience right now. It's comforting. Being in my room with you, just...being comfortable in each other's presence. That's something I don't often feel, you know?"

Brian chuckled and nudged Stewie slightly. "You sound so gay talking like that."

"And what's wrong with that? You know, Brian, I may have homosexual qualities, but you're always in my company. You seek me out, so...really, that's quite telling of you." He smirked at the dog, nudging him in return. "Face it, you'd be lost without me, dog."

Brian chuckled nervously, once more reaching to stroke the back of his neck. Stewie was always one upping him and it was quite frustrating that a baby got the best of him all the time. Though he couldn't help but give in. Ever since he had established a closer relationship with Stewie, his life hadn't been as depressing as it once was. He couldn't deny that the boy made him feel inexplicably better and had helped him learn to take things slow, not get ahead of himself and feel as though time was running out. Quite the ironic thought since Brian's time was running out, but Stewie made him forget that.

It was a deep partnership. A very strong friendship that really meant the world to the dog. "I suppose I would be, huh? Though the same goes for you, kid. It's not just me, you know."

Stewie nodded and smiled sincerely at Brian.

"I just think our coming together like this was meant to be. We just work really well, Bri and I know we can overcome any issues we may come across."

Brian nodded as well, sighing gently.

"Anyway…" Stewie began once more, stretching in his place, "as for our next adventure, I'm sure it'll be better and far more worthwhile. We can do whatever the hell we want, Bri! Don't you think that's fantastic?" Brian laughed.

"Well, aren't you coming down with feelings of grandeur."

"I can't help it. I just know it'll always be like this. We'll be together for the rest of our lives."

Brian checked his phone for what must have been at least the fifth time in the last half hour. He was sitting in his Prius, parked in the lot of a local mom and pop shop that was supposed to serve as the meeting location for his latest female companion...or would be female companion. They had been chatting on Tinder, and the plan had been to meet at this store somewhere around five.

It was after six, now.

His leg was shaking restlessly and he kept reaching up to scratch at his neck compulsively. It did nothing to calm his nerves, but that didn't keep him from repeatedly trying.

The dog fell forward with a sigh, head hitting the steering wheel rather hard. He groaned at the impact.

So sick of this happening…

He contemplated just driving off, and for a second, he was about to. But, then, he mentally slapped himself.

No. He wasn't going anywhere. He was no quitter. It had only been an hour. There could be plenty of reasons why Sharon hadn't been able to get here yet. If he was patient and reasonable, this whole thing could still work out, and hey, maybe this was the test he needed to pass in order to finally meet that special someone. He didn't believe in fate, exactly, but he and the woman had connected really strongly. This had been the most excited he'd been to go out in a very long time.

So, no, he was going to stick around. He couldn't always be looking on the down side. Sometimes you needed to take those silver linings wherever you could.

At least that was what Stewie had told him once…

Though, he was sure the child had not meant for him to apply that advice to this particular situation. Stewie always berated him for his "excessive" dating, which was just silly to him. How else was he going to meet someone?

This time had been no different. As soon as Stewie knew where he was going, the jabs had come, and they had come hard. Brian tried to brush them aside, but the truth of the matter was that he did care what Stewie thought. And, the boy's complete lack of faith in him to find a partner was incredibly discouraging, honestly.

It didn't help that Stewie always ended up being right…

Why wouldn't he be right this time, too?

It was a fear that constantly nagged at him. Perhaps he should start listening to it more...listening to Stewie more? After all, if it weren't for Stewie, there was a very real possibility that he wouldn't even be here, right now.

He gulped, knowing that Stewie was the only reason he had yet to take his own life, an easy way to end his constant, prolonged misery.

Even through all the jabs and the jokes and the ill wishes for his love life, Brian knew that Stewie really was the only one that was keeping him going.

He loved the kid. There was no other way around it and, frankly, saw no reason to seek one. What he and Stewie had was special, and THAT was something he could hold onto.

He really needed some intimate, romantic companionship, though…

The time continued to tick by as Brian kept going back and forth in his head contemplating these things. This wasn't his first time waiting an excessive amount of time for a date, and hey, sometimes they had legitimate excuses.

Sometimes they didn't show at all…

He was going to remain vigilant, though. It was closing in on seven. Maybe he'd give it until eight. That was fair, right? He clenched and unclenched his fists, knowing full well that three hours of waiting was MORE than fair, but he really was trying his damndest to stay positive.

The dog took out his phone and began scrolling through various social media apps. An update from Stewie earned a chuckle from him, a moment of relief from his stress…

He went to his contacts and called the boy.

As the phone rang, the canine was gripping his steering wheel tightly. After the third ring, he hit it a few times.

"Come on, Stewie. Pick up the phone. I need someone to talk to, right now."

Stewie picked up on the fifth ring.

"Hello? Brian?"

The baby was shouting. There was quite a lot of background noise going on. Was Stewie...out somewhere?

The dog shook his head, ignoring this as a smile appeared on his muzzle.

"Hey, Stewie. Can you hear me? It's a little loud on your end."

The infant sighed.

"One moment, Bri. I can barely hear you."

Brian listened as the child apparently left whatever room he was in. He rolled his eyes. Where the hell could Stewie even be?

It didn't matter, though. As soon as it got quiet, Brian spoke again.

"Can you hear me, now?"

The boy's pleased hum served as his confirmation.

"Mmhmm. Crystal clear, now!"

Brian sighed and went right in a rant.

"I've been here for about two hours now, Stewie, and I've seen no sign of Sharon. No messages or texts explaining why she's late, either. I...I just don't get it. She seemed so excited to meet me! So, where is she!? I know she doesn't live far. This couldn't have been that inconvenient for her. You'd figure she'd just let me know if she wanted to cancel, but no, nothing! Silence. So, here I am waiting on someone who may not even show up tonight."

He shook his head, his voice lowering into almost a whisper.

"Why does this always happen to me…?"

There was no response on the other end for several seconds.

Then, Brian could hear the boy snickering a little to himself before he spoke.

"Maaaaan, you really do always find the best girls, doncha buddy."

At that remark, the dog grew defensive, hitting his steering wheel as he practically screamed into the phone.

"Oh! Ha! Ha! You're a riot! Seriously, Stewie!? I call you for a little support and you mock me! A-And, it's not like you even know what the fuck you're talking about! This…This doesn't always happen or anything!"

All he got was another laugh from Stewie.

"B-But, Brian, you just said that this always happens. Hypocritical much?"

He snickered again.

"Look. I know this isn't easy for you, but come on, were you really all that excited to meet this girl? THIS girl? Brian, I've seen the pictures you've shown me, and let me just say...woooow… You have really lowered your standards. Not to mention she texts like a fucking five-year-old. I think a certain doggy is getting a wee bit desperate. Am I right?"

The dog scoffed, trying to brush aside the scathing comments even though he couldn't ignore how much they actually did sting…

"Whatever, Stewie. Believe what you want to believe. At least I'm not shallow. I'm just out here playing the field, trying to keep my options open."

He shook his head and squeezed the steering wheel tightly.

"Maybe you should stop being so critical. At least give her a chance."

The boy snorted.

"Hey, maybe I will if you actually end up getting far enough for us to meet her. By the way, maybe you should have tried calling her instead of me. Hmmm? Maybe try and find out where she is since you so obviously care as much as you claim."

Brian groaned loudly, his frustration mounting rapidly.

"I was kinda hoping she'd call me…"

Another sigh from the sad animal as he began speaking softer.

"Look, Stewie, don't let it go to your head, but you know that I… I turn to you when I need help in these situations. So, maybe you can stop being such an ass and offer me a little encouragement? Do you really think belittling me and my relationships is going to help matters here?"

Brian waited for a response. He was hoping that Stewie would pick up on how sincere he was trying to be.

The baby just laughed at him again.

"Brian, I am trying to help. I only speak the truth, and you know what? I know that you know that's true. So, how about this? How about you just call this what it is, another failure. Drive out of there and come on home. We can talk about it more over a cigarette or something. How does that sound?"

Brian didn't even hesitate before shooting back at the annoying boy.

"How about I don't do that!"

He ended the call there, not even giving Stewie a chance to talk back.

The threw his phone over into the passenger side and slung his head back against his seat, seething. A storm of emotions was raging inside him as he tried to decide what his next move should be. After a few minutes, he sat up and looked at the clock in his dashboard.

7:15

"Fuck it…"

He threw the car into drive and peeled out of the parking lot. Stewie was right.

He was always fucking right…

After Brian had hung up on him, Stewie didn't want to admit that he was feeling a little...testy towards the dog. He just didn't understand why Brian always did this to himself and then would complain about his failures to Stewie. What was he expecting exactly? For Stewie to be reassuring and encouraging? Ah, yes. That was how Brian put it...he wanted Stewie to be encouraging; another way of saying he wanted him to be a liar.

Stewie frowned and crossed his arms, feeling an anger boil in the lower regions of his stomach. Why should he be decent towards the dog for his shortcomings? It wasn't his fault that Brian insisted on finding these women, hoping for a genuine connection. Why should he lie to the dog when it was clear he wasn't going to find anyone with that...despicable attitude.

He just didn't understand.

He couldn't understand why Brian didn't see just how much he meant to Stewie. Now they were both in this...weird situation where Stewie was growing increasingly confused. He wanted Brian and he had a feeling the dog wanted him as well, but here the canine was...pursuing female companionship all around Quahog.

"I turn to you when I need help in these situations."

That's what he said, wasn't it. Thinking it over made his blood boil a little more, hot and invasive. He could feel his cheeks growing warmer.

The dog was frustrating.

Brian was simply an asshole.

Stewie finally couldn't stand the silence anymore and took his focus to the TV where he realized was playing 'Sex and the City.' Not the top choice of show he would have chosen, but Rupert seemed to enjoy it. Perhaps a little too much.

"You know the characters in the show are oversexed, right? Is that why you like it so much?" Stewie turned to look at his faithful stuffed bear, engaging in intellectual conversation that only he could get away with.

"You're just mad that these women get sex from the people they want." Stewie's face lit up in pure crimson red and for once, he couldn't think of a comeback because Rupert was correct...to a degree. He simply settled on this, "That's not...true, Rupert."

"Oh? When was the last time you had sex with someone you genuinely wanted to engage sexually with?"

Stewie grew quiet, not able to think of what he could possibly say. Instead he reached to grab the remote so he could look for another show, perhaps one that would catch his interest so he could stop thinking about Brian.

Rupert didn't say anything, either.

When Stewie found a suitable station to watch, he took notice to the familiar logo. "Ah...National Geographic. Well...it's better than anything, I suppose." He sighed softly and tossed the remote carelessly onto the other side of the couch before he slouched a little and watched the program. It seemed this episode was focusing on the different lifespans of dogs. Watching it was so surreal...and it definitely sprung a painful reminder about Brian. Rupert must have noticed the sudden change in atmosphere because he quickly began to question the dog's current activities since the phone call.

The boy groaned, wiping his eyes a little. "You know what he's up to."

Rupert didn't say anymore, but he seemed to agree. At least, that's how it felt to Stewie. From there, they both watched the show, Stewie listening to key points, but feeling dread to actually bring forth his own thought process.

It was always a touchy subject. Brian's lifespan.

He wasn't content. The dog, anyway. The canine was never content with what he had. Here in this home where the family loved him and cared for him. No, he had to go and throw it all away by complaining that family love isn't the same as feeling a mutual romance towards another.

Stewie could recall a very heated conversation between the two where the boy couldn't take it anymore and told the dog that romance was never his intention with these women. His main goal was to get in their pants because that's exactly what animals like him did. It was the way Stewie called him an animal that stung. The moment those words came out, words he never knew he could say, there was immediate regret. Stewie tried to apologize, but Brian refused to speak to him for a while. Those were perhaps the hardest few days Stewie could remember.

In those days, it truly felt like Brian had died and in those days, the kid was a wreck. Yet...eventually, the dog came back to him. It wasn't as though it was just Stewie who had said hurtful words, Brian had done the same. Though the boy couldn't remember what he had told him. Whatever he had called the boy, whatever he said to him was completely forgotten; in that moment, all he could see was red and Stewie just wanted to release the frustration.

And yet, Brian came back. He had all the reason to never forgive Stewie. After all, what he called the dog...an animal, that was uncalled for. Yet he came back and asked the kid if he'd like to go for ice cream; such a douchebag. He truly was, but...Stewie loved him.

"...He's so...aggravating…"

Rupert once more agreed.

Silence overtook the living room and all that was left was the corny music from the television program and the occasional interviews between different scientists who graduated from universities that Stewie hadn't heard of. All of them discussing different theories about the dog lifespan and why dogs couldn't live as long as humans could. Watching this was really making Stewie feel depressed. It didn't help that he wasn't sure where Brian was, either.

For all he knew, Brian was dead in a ditch somewhere.

Suddenly Stewie found himself hopping off the couch and he grabbed the remote to turn the tv off. He then proceeded to throw the remote across the living room, making the device hit the wall. "I can't do this anymore, Rupert...I really can't. What the hell am I supposed to do? Brian is off and about, acting like the fool he is and I'm here worrying about his pathetic arse. I don't understand how he can constantly do this!" The boy began to pace back and forth, hands clenching both sides of his head.

"Why can't he love me? Why, Rupert? Why?"

"Because he's what you said he is. A fool."

"..." Stewie frowned before stopping dead in his tracks in the middle of the living room. He let out a long, heavy sigh before he marched to the couch and took Rupert into his arms. He held the bear tight, gripping him almost in a manic fashion.

"I really wish I could hate him…"

"No you don't, Stewie. You know you can't stop it. You've tried and you've always failed because this is something you can't find a solution to."

Stewie's arms loosened, eventually falling to his sides, but he still had a firm grip on Rupert's arm. He stared at the staircase before him in a slight daze before he began to walk towards them. He couldn't help but chuckle a little, doing so with mirth and the deepest sadness he could feel. "You're right...that's why I can't stop trying to save him, either. Fuck it...I have to keep trying, I guess. Yeah...fuck it. Fuck it."

And with that, Stewie went upstairs to his room where he went to his lab. He'd be awake until Brian came home...he knew he would. He always stayed awake when the dog wasn't there. It was just unsettling to know Brian wasn't home where Stewie could find him. So he'd stay awake.

He loved him, after all.

Normally, Stewie's tea parties were the talk of the town, but tonight...tonight was different. His usual party guests had not been invited to this particular gathering. No, Stewie had not been up for anything too...lively on this particular night. This time it was to be just him and Rupert, solemnly sitting in silence as they partook in a brew that the child always found especially soothing, a lovely chamomile, Bigelow.

They had been sipping their tea together for only a little while, now. Stewie was leaning over to pour Rupert his second cup of the night when the bear finally spoke up.

"You're still upset about him. Why?"

The infant abruptly stopped pouring, leaving his companion with only half a glass as he scrunched his nose at the question.

"I'm not upset about him."

He spoke the words plainly, casually, though his eyes were glaring quite harshly at the stuffed toy.

That was all Rupert needed.

Silence took hold of the room once more. Stewie no longer found it all that comforting, however. He tried to ignore the tension in the air as he continued drinking his tea. Eventually, though, it became too much. With a sigh, the baby stood up from his plastic table and began walking over to his crib. He lifted up the mattress there and retrieved a pack of cigarettes that he had nicked from Brian a couple of weeks ago. There was a lighter there, as well, which he used to light himself up a smoke.

Normally, Stewie was one to refrain from smoking unless he were drinking or unless he'd just had slap-my-momma, mind-blowing sex, but he really needed something to take the edge off tonight.

...And the dog had finished off the rest of the booze the other night.

He took a seat right there on the floor and took several heavy drags, humming happily with each one and not giving one fuck if the scent of smoke would linger in his room for the next few days.

He was so caught up in his indulgence that he almost missed the sounds of footsteps quickly approaching his room.

Almost.

He was only partially caught off guard when the door to his room was flung open with much more force than was necessary revealing the canine.

Brian came stumbling into his room, obviously completely hammered by this point as he fumbled around trying to shut the door. Stewie watched him curiously. He wasn't exactly surprised by this. It wasn't the first time.

It wouldn't be the last.

The boy huffed as he extinguished his cigarette, pressing it against his arm in a manner that brought about the most delicious stinging sensation.

He wondered for a brief moment if Brian would notice…

"Hey, Stewie…"

The dog collapsed on the floor next to the infant who was in the process of flicking his cigarette across the room. Lois would deal with it later.

Stewie took a moment to compose himself. He cleared his throat and turned to give the canine the biggest smile he could muster.

"Hey, Bry!"

The dog groaned and leaned his head back against the bars of the crib.

A frown took the place of Stewie's smile. He'd have to change tactics.

"Hey, what is it, buddy?"

The child took hold of Brian's paw.

The dog flinched slightly, the first acknowledgment of Stewie's presence since he'd entered the young boy's private domicile. He looked down at their joined hands and gave a squeeze to the small digits that were wrapped around his.

Stewie winced a bit, not enough to be noticeable, though. Brian had squeezed a little harder than he had probably intended, a consequence of being so smashed. Still, Stewie remained steadfast, staring at the mutt as he awaited some kind of answer. He knew Brian was going to tell him. That's why he was here.

That's why he was always here.

After several more seconds, the canine began speaking.

"Sh-Sharwon never showed up…"

Stewie nodded his head, an understanding hum reverberating past his closed lips.

"Talk to me, buddy. Tell Stewie all about it."

A rough, almost crazed sounding chuckle sounded from Brian then. The dog's whole demeanor seemed to shift as he turned his head up to meet Stewie's eyes. He shook his head.

"Why? So you can offer me the usual kind words of encouragement despite the fact that I know you're gloating on the inside?"

He squeezed the boy's hand again, this time not relieving the pressure.

"Face it, Stewie. You're happy she didn't show up. You're...relieved she didn't…"

The child's eyes went wide. This was new.

This was unexpected.

He gulped.

"Wha…What do you mean?"

He giggled, a poor attempt to mask his growing nervousness.

"Jeez. What's with…what's with you, dog? Hit the sauce a little harder than usual tonight? That can't be healthy for an old boozehound like you."

He laughed again, hoping that Brian would laugh along and that the subject would change, that he'd be able to distract the intoxicated mutt from whatever train of thought he was traveling down.

But Brian didn't laugh, though. Instead, he just smirked at the boy as he raised his paw and placed it on Stewie's shoulder.

Stewie could feel himself shrinking, not literally of course, but it was as if, in that moment, he could feel the dog dwarfing him. He felt small…

...Vulnerable…

Brian chuckled again, a deep rumble that made Stewie go completely still.

"You're always there. No matter how many times this happens…you're always...here…"

His paw moved over to rest on Stewie's neck then before closing around it ever so slightly.

Stewie gasped, and he could feel that paw shaking as it gripped him.

The canine released a breath, a series of sharp staccato exhales before speaking again through a whisper.

"Dammit, Stewie…"

He turned his head away, but that grip only tightened, causing Stewie to gasp again.

"Br-Brian?"

Another shaky breath as the dog turned to look at him again, eyes a swirl of emotions, impossible to read.

Everything went quiet then as Stewie waited, waited to see what Brian would do next.

It came as such a surprise to him when Brian began leaning towards him that he almost flinched away. Any impulse to do that, though, quickly vanished the moment Brian's lips touched his.

He melted instantly.

Brian…

He fell forwards, leaning completely into the kiss as he ignored the part of his brain that was crowding with so many unanswered questions. He'd have time to assess them later. Brian was kissing him, and he was just going to enjoy it.

The dog squeezed his neck again, a sensation that was still shocking to Stewie. He gasped again, and Brian's tongue took that opportunity to slither its way inside him, claim him.

The young boy closed his eyes and moaned happily, relishing this act. It was almost overwhelming. He reached out and took a hold of the sleeves of Brian's blazer, desperately needing something to cling to as his body responded to every little thing that the canine did with his lips and tongue. Stewie began to wonder if he was being a little boring, though. Surely, he needed to do at least a little participating no matter how overwhelming this whole experience he was.

He smirked and latched onto the dog's tongue with his teeth, holding it tightly for a few seconds before applying a bit of suction and dancing over it with his own.

The dog seemed to like this, moaning quite loudly in response before taking Stewie into his arms and pulling the boy tightly against his chest. He began to caress Stewie's back, an action that the child couldn't help but find incredibly soothing in spite of how worked up he was getting.

How was Brian able to do this to him…?

The baby shivered violently when he felt Brian's fingers starting to trace up and down his spine. He reached up and grabbed the dog's collar, deepening their kiss even more, trying as hard as he could to sate a hunger that had gone unfed for far too long. It was simply impossible to deny how badly he wanted this, how much he wanted this to go further. He wanted Brian.

He needed Brian…

A hand went down to reach for the canine's groin, but it stopped dead in its tracks the moment he felt Brian's fingers spider walking up his back.

His whole body went limp to that touch. He collapsed there in Brian's arms, content for the moment to just allow the dog to have his way with him. ...Just for the moment, though.

Another moan escaped him, less crazed, softer, an indication of how happy and comfortable he felt.

Brian pulled away, and Stewie stared up at him through half-lidded, dream-glazed eyes.

The dog was smirking at him.

"God, Stewie, yo-you really wanted this bad, didn't ya."

The baby didn't have time to respond before Brian was chuckling again, that dark chuckle that made his brain go blank.

"Fuck…you really are a little fr-freak, aren't you."

Stewie giggled, face going a bit read as he put on his best sultry voice, hand going up to pet the side of Brian's face.

"I wanna be your little freak."

Brian laughed and lifted Stewie as he stood up.

"You can be m-my little freak for tonight."

The boy giggled again, pitch rising significantly as he was tossed into the air and onto the mattress. Brian was over him in an instant, pinning him down to the bed all the while Stewie just continued to laugh. He felt a paw on his chest, a warm paw that applied a sweet pressure. He was helpless, but he had never been happier.

The dog continued to smirk at him.

"Stay…"

The infant shivered underneath him, eyes going wide.

"Br-Brian? Are we really…?"

Brian was kissing him again before could finish the question, and once again, Stewie felt his body becoming a puddle and the dog plundered his very being. It was all becoming a haze, Brian on top of him, loving him in all the ways he had so desired for so long…

He barely registered the moment the kiss ended, the moment Brian leaned down to whisper into his ear.

"Oh, Steeeewie…"

The dog's breath hitched.

"At least you'll never leave me…"

The infant smiled, arms going to wrap around the poor drunk animal as he nodded his head vigorously.

"Never. Never ever. I'm all yours, Brian."