Beautiful was the morning; A gentle breeze blew the grass and the swing that was tied to a tree branch. The sounds of birds chirping their pneumonic lungs out filled the area where a quaint yellow house with a red roof stood, on top of a hill. These might sound good for common folks but not Steve. The man groaned annoyed as the sun gleamed at his sober face. His head rang for the hangover was starting to kick in. He contemplated whether he should get his ass out of his beer bottle ridden bed or remain settled and wait for his dilapidated liver to finally end his miserable sexless life.
Ever since he wasn't accepted in college, He began to drink irresponsibly and forced himself to play blue's clues for the rest of his life, which he thought to be fucking moronic and childish, who would want to act like a bumbling halfwit in front of children viewers like Dora the explorer? He sure as hell doesn't. Children's television hosts doesn't usually get the bitches and as expected, Sex was absent in Steve's lifestyle. At the time that the sun rose for another day of turmoil, he cried getting out of the cum stained bed.
Downstairs his dog, Blue, greeted him with a commanding "POPOW!" as he push his dog bowl, expecting it's groggy owner to provide him with sustenance.
Steve ignored the aquamarine hound and reached a can of dog food from the cupboards. The sullen owner then opened it and poured it carelessly onto Blue's bowl.
Blue hastily gobbled on his provisions for he needed to replenish his calories since Steve forget to feed him last night, opting to snort a line of coke instead. Steve was a crack addict, routinely purchasing medications from the best dealers in town. He would intake drugs every day to forget his sorrows, hence why he's so carefree and batshit wasted during filming. The man also wastes all of his day offs overdosing throughout, resulting him ignoring his responsibilities.
As he was nonchalantly eating, suddenly, Blue's eyes watered hard, his nostrils widened and started to vomit the food he just swallowed.
"Blue, you nonce!" The surprised Steve bellowed "You dare regurgitate the meal I've bestowed!?"
Steve dashed at the spewed food and collected them, stuffing them in the pen holder on his robe and shoved a few down his mouth, not wasting any drop for he paid good money for it.
The blue dog retaliated by throwing the bowl at Steve; hurling it without any regard for human life.
"POPOPOW POPOW!" yelled Blue, pissed as hell.
Just barely dodging the thrown object, Steve dove for safety at his mat that reeked of Blue's stale piss; screaming in pain as shards of glass rained down on his vulnerable perfect ass.
"What do you mean expired, you nitpicking leech!?" asked the dog owner. "I bought that shit last week!"
Blue pulled out a calculator he constantly use to track their finances, especially after Steve became a irredeemable chronic alcoholic and waved it around, hinting his owner to learn how to read numbers and reeducate himself.
"Alright alright you win!" Steve said, being the bigger man, literally, he's bigger than Blue in all aspect, dick size and all "What do want to eat then?"
The blue dog paused then rushed towards his owner and yielded Steve's nutsack that hanged from his royal robe, a squishy slap. The hit was forceful; echoes of the slap ricochet around the dining area alongside Steve's moans of suffering.
Steve was nauseous after being given a good nut checking. He felt as if he swallowed a whole egg without chewing it first and let's not ignore the rising pain that started from his groin up to his chest.
"Goddamnit Blue! What was that for!" screamed the man, kneeling. When he regained his composure, Steve noticed his balls has a different coloration. The alcoholic has blue balls now. Luckily for him it wasn't a bruise, it was due to Blue's pawprint vandalizing his soft groin stones.
"Wait?" Steve noticed, facing the audience. "Is this a clue?"
A realization came to his mind, Blue wanted to play Blue's clues and he had received his first indication of what Blue wanted to consume for his early morning healthy breakfast.
Steve gave his dog a very hungry stare.
"I don't think I need two more clues to know what you desire, Blue..."
Blue sent back the same ravenous look his owner made but with a mischievous smile.
"Besides... Correct me if I'm wrong but...my ballsack is counted as two" Steve seductively whispered all while slowly crawling on all fours to face Blue even closer. The close proximity of their steamy breaths blended with each other as the two blew their heat simultaneously.
"All I need is one more clue..." Steve flirtatiously purred into Blue's ear canal while also twirling the dog's other ear lobe sexily.
Blue released a pleasured dog whimper for ear molestations are a turn on for canines.
"Does that last clue happens to be.. " Steve moaned, pulling Blue's hand towards his veiny pulser; letting it stroke him afterwards while his hand wrapping around it, providing parental guidance. "Girthy?... "
"AHHMN POW POW POPOW" a moan escaped from blue. He was ready to let go of his will and give himself to his master.
Steve then kissed Blue. Their love fueled their wet and rowdy smooches to the extreme, Prompting Steve to suck and savor the flaps hanging from Blue's snout. To him, it tasted of spoiled leftovers and dog anus.
As they violently made out, Blue continued massaging Steve's human length, painting all of it's entire surface blue.
"You turned my dick blue, my beloved Blue... " Steve said in between kisses. " Is it OK, if I fuck you with it?"
"It might give you flashbacks of your dad's blue rocket" added Steve "May he rest in peace by the way..."
"POPOW!"
That sparked a drive in Blue, He's more aroused than before. The horny mutt ducked and sucked Steve off.
The dog owner let out an erected moan as he ventured into Blue's orifice; sensations from Blue's mouth milking abilities flooded his brain with a delicious overflow of dopamine. The canine's oral cavity was the best feeling since his overused fleshlight, The Mater Bater.
"Uugh!" Steve cried out "Blue! slow down...Y-y-you'll make me c-cum"
Steve pulled out fast. He didn't want to cum yet. The man wanted to enter Blue's cerulean ass first THEN he can cum all he wants.
"How 'bout we take this to the Thinking chair?" Steve said with a tempting tease "Or should I say, The fucking chair"