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YCH contest! WE HAVE A WINNER!! (See the post below) (Patreon)

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2022-06-19 20:58:12
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2022-06-21 16:27:25
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Happy Father’s Day everyone! Either you spend it with your real father or with the one you call “Daddy”. So for this occasion I’m gonna open a contest here in honor of this day, and the prize is to be drawn with Richard!

The Rules are simple:

In the comment section write a small story about how would you spend Father‘s Day with Richard and how that day would lead to this particular moment with you getting the leash! 

I‘ll choose the winner on Tuesday 21, be creative, be romantic, be fun, be wholesome, be spicy, because this will determine the winner!

NOW SOME NOTES TO BE AWARE OF IF YOU WANT TO PARTICIPATE

- This is very obvious because my content is adult oriented but remember, only 18 + participants allowed! 

- Richard is only attracted to males as all you know, so only males here.  

- Original and personal characters, furry or human only, inserting your real self to the drawing is also allowed! 

- Characters must be bigger than Richard, they don’t need to fit in the the mold but Richard must be the short guy here.

- Your character will be drawn transforming into a dog, you get to choose the breed of the dog you’ll be changing into.

REMEMBER TO HAVE FUN WRITING IT!

GOOD LUCK!!

                             ~  *    WE HAVE A WINNER!!   * ~

CONGRATULATIONS RAYGUN FOR SUCH A LOVELY STORY AND SETTING!!

SECOND PLACE GOES TO BOTH JULIET BELCOULER AND KURGASHI!

AND THANK YOU ALL GUYS FOR PARTICIPATING WITH YOUR LOVELY STORIES! IT FILLS ME WITH JOY TO SEE SO MUCH LOVE FOR RICHARD!!

THE NEXT CONTEST IS GPING TO HAPPEN SOON! STAY TUNED!

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coda745

I'm out, and about my own father saying his gf is more important to him . I'm at the bar. Rich finds me and asks me what's wrong. I was a little buzzed and opened up to him. He invites me to hangout with him, opening him up in more ways than one, letting him know smaller men can be your Daddy.

Tubbykins

Pup would wake up before Richard to fix his morning coffee, just the way daddy likes it.. place it by his bedside table and slowly and gently wake daddy Richard up with pups muzzle deep in his crotch preparing for morning service. Pup is gonna treat daddy all day in order to earn his reward. After breakfast head, Richard teases pup with his foot paw while he reads his morning paper/ has a morning cigar, alternating between a foot to the muzzle and a foot teasing pups cock. After acting as a footstool all morning, Richard is feeling relaxed and ornery, and takes his lunch, a prepared brisket sandwich and chips, prepared by pup and served on pup. Puppy is on his back being used as a plate and Richard is enjoying his meal, all the while teasing the pup, puní hung his nipples and grabbing his chest, slapping balls and grabbing the pups cock to keep his hard all day. After lunch pup and Richard shower, Richard making the pup bathe and clean him, and he’s making sure pups parts a clean and in working order too, soaping up and fingering his hole while pup cleans daddy. Richard even allows the pup the grind a little bit in daddy’s ass while reaching around and scrubbing his front, but pulling away before he gets too excited. After the shower the pup crawls into the bedroom, all dried off, when daddy Richard grabs his leash and halts him in place. Explains how much pampering pup has been doing for daddy and time to indulge his daddy.. when Richard starts off grinding against the pups hind quarters getting himself hard and leaking before filling mounting the boy and breeding him as both a Father’s Day present for himself and a reward for all the pampering.

Chuck

Azmo is studying in a busy Cafe obviously frustrated. Richard walks up and asks him if he can sit there as all the other tables are full. Azmo gestures for him to sit. As Richard drinks his beverage he asks what has Azmo so stressed. He replies that he is studying for an exam trying to keep up with all the younger furs at the university. He is tired of having to stay on top of everything and can't find any balance to his work, home, and school life. Richard nods sympathetically and asks how long Azmo has been studying. He replies "about 4 hours now". Richard suggests taking a break as stepping away from something for a bit can actually help with productivity. Azmo thinks about it and relents saying that sounds like a good idea. Richard offers Azmo to join him in a walk through the park. Azmo nods in agreement. As they stroll through the park and take in the scenery on a warm breezy summer day Azmo sees some dogs running around. He says, "Ah, what I wouldn't give to be able to just run around without any worries like that". Richard's lips being to curl into a grin, "I think I know just how to help you relax", he says with a wink. He starts to walk a bit faster and motions for Azmo to follow him. With a shrug Azmo pick up the pace as he notices how cute Richard is with his excited gait.

Juliet Belcouleur

Why was my comment erased/removed ? I can't see it anymore. Did i tried too hard ? Because i'm peeved that +10 min of my life has been removed.

PupTree

You say good bye to Mr. Finch and give his little terrier Charles a pat on the head. You wipe your forehead as you walk away. It's too hot to be out dog walking today. As you walk back home you pass by a house pocketed away in a small grove of trees. You pause. Did this house always have a pool? Sure enough next to the house nestled behind a chain link fence with a "Beware of Dog" sign, is a shady pool. "Why would they put in a pool?" You wonder out loud. The owner is never home, at least according to neighborhood gossip. He's a businessman or something and always out and about. What a waste. You smile to yourself and causally stroll up the driveway. In your head you're already planning on what to say if someone's home. "I'm a dog walker." "Saw your sign." "I also offer grooming services." You ring the doorbell. No answer. You ring again and then try knocking. Still no reply. You shuffle off the porch and down he fence line to the pool, keeping an eye on the house. Nobody seems to be home. You don't see the dog either. You grin and grab the chain link fence. A moment later your over it and already stripping down to your boxers. You cram your clothes in your backpack next to your dog walker supplies and take one last look at the house. Satisfied you jump into a still blue waters of the pool and feel a wave of relaxation wash over you. You allow yourself to sink to the bottom of the pool before kicking off and swimming back to the surface. "Man that feels great," you say. "Glad you're having fun pup." A gruff voice replies. You twist around in the pool and lock eyes with a chubby corgi standing over your pack. In his hands is one of your spare leads. "I'm sorry sir," you say scrambling to the pool edge, "I didn't mean to intrude." The corgi's eyes seem to gleam for a moment before he sits down at the pool edge with his legs in the pool. He grabs by your chin and smiles down at you. A shiver that is both warm and cold runs down your spine as you stare into his eyes. He kisses you and a warmth rushes through your body. When he pulls away he pats your head. "Take your time," he says sweetly, "when you're done I'll take you for a walk to dry off." You gulp. The corgi smiles down at you with a mixture of amusement and something else. Without thinking you reach out and pull the corgi into another kiss and then into the pool. He laughs as his head breaks the surface and ruffles your face. "Careful now, I've got my own way of dealing with naughty pups." Afterwards: You lie against a tree trunk, relaxing after a whirlwind of activity involving a creative use of your dog walking supplies. Richard is lying in grass with his head in your lap, his eyes closed. In one hand he still holding the leash hooked to the collar around you neck. As you look around the property you notice one of your socks hanging from the gutters. You wonder if Richard owns a ladder as you pull out your favorite grooming brush from you pack and begin to gentle brush Richard's fur. His eyes open, catch the fading sunlight as he looks up at you. "You know usually I'm the one handing out the pets." He mumbles. You look down at a man you barely know, but who has already found a place in your heart. "I wouldn't say no to a belly rub," you say running the brush over his chest. "But right now it's my turn to pamper you." Richard sighs and rolls onto his belly. "Have it your way pup," he chuckles wrapping his arms around one of your legs. His grip is firm and reassuring, as if he's holding the entirety of this moment in his arms. You run the bush down his back and Richard begins to hum a tune you don't recognize. Far off a dog barks. You smile as you hear the excited reply of Mr. Finch's terrier.

ChocolateAndMilk

I’m not sure what happened, but worry not, I saved it, and your participation is registered!

Raygun Draygun

The first time I saw him was at a gay nightclub. A short muscle-chub corgi man absolutely tearing up the dance floor. What little he was wearing was all leather and while he dripped sweat and a little drool, he absolutely oozed confidence! He mostly interacted with a couple large dog men near to him, though he gave attention to some other humans and beastmen as he passed them in the club. He approached me at the bar and complimented my looks, I sheepishly thanked him and said he was too kind. We chatted for a bit, and he introduced himself as Richard Wiggleton. I got his number and we kept in touch. He’d call when I felt down to cheer me up and call when I was feeling accomplished to reinforce my confidence. Always listening and comprehending my words, giving advice only when I needed it. I felt… valued. We met a few times in passing at the gym and he’d always happily spot me, and a few times again at the club where he taught me new dance moves. When he was around I wanted to be myself, but my best self. I felt… motivated! Mr. Wiggleton was always positive and loving, from the way he spoke to the way he touched. I’m a bearish man in my mid-30s, and yet I couldn’t bring myself to call him by his first name, there was just something to him that never made it seem correct. One night in mid-June I sat and reflected on how I really felt about him, and how he made me feel about myself. It was so hard to wrap my head around, but there was a thought there I couldn’t fully grasp, almost like something I couldn’t produce in my human mind but so damn close. I felt… As I struggled to fully comprehend the feeling, my phone rang, breaking my concentration. When I picked it up, Mr. Wiggleton’s voice greeted me warmly and asked “hey there pal, you busy next weekend? It’s supposed to be perfect picnic weather, you wanna come along?” The emphatic “Yes!” that erupted from my mouth made him chuckle, and he gave me the exact details. After hanging up, I could feel my heart beating fast with a rush of serotonin, and something new: my tongue was hanging out and I was panting. It wasn’t weird, it was cathartic, like an itch being scratched with regards to those nagging feelings I couldn’t translate to thoughts. I also became aware of a part of me that wanted to physically react but just couldn’t because it wasn’t there. In spite of this new mental and physical place I just couldn’t reach, I felt… thrilled! Though very excited, I slept soundly the night before and woke feeling ready for the day. My phone’s calendar notified me it was Father’s Day, I had completely forgotten. I gave my dad a quick call to wish him well and say I looked forward to seeing him soon at the family get-together on the 4th. Mr. Wiggleton pulled up to my place promptly at 10 AM. He was wearing a polo shirt and khaki pants, a little more “dressed up” than my t-shirt, ballcap, and shorts. After he greeted me, I nervously said “Happy Father’s Day!” I didn’t say it jokingly, in my core it seemed correct to say in the moment. He beamed at that sincerely, and held his arms open for an embrace. I bent down and he hugged me warmly, saying “thanks, kiddo!” He opened the passenger car door for me and made sure I was buckled up before he put it into drive. I felt… ready. It was about an hour’s drive through some rolling hills before we reached the small nature preserve he was taking us to. Being alone with Mr. Wiggleton for an extended period in the car started to make the feelings and thoughts that had been so elusive almost begin to make sense. Only for the briefest of moments before receding again, but enough to elevate my mood. When we arrived, he unloaded a picnic basket and blanket which I volunteered to carry. He gave me the sweetest grin and thanked me. We held hands along a short pleasant stroll through a stand of trees to reach the picnic spot. Situated at the edge of the trees and at the top of a hill, the spot was under the shade of an expansive elm with views of fields that stretched for miles. I felt… hungry! Mr. Wiggleton spread out the blanket and pulled out the lunch he’d prepared: perfectly grilled chicken accompanied with salad and chilled strawberry lemonade. We sat close as we lunched and talked. The conversation we had as we ate was so natural and comfortable, it never died down and it flowed wonderfully. He occasionally rubbed my thigh, back, belly, or shoulder, and I took the liberty to do the same. With each passing minute and intimate touch, my mind was growing closer and closer to that unreachable thought, that feeling I wanted to express. But for the time being, I felt… content. Once food was done and the dishes were stowed in the basket, he reached in and pulled out a flat wrapped box that was kept off to the side with care. “Gotcha something, pup”, he said as he handed it to me. Unwrapping it, I pulled the lid off, and inside was… a collar? It was black with royal blue lining, with short rounded spikes every couple inches on the outside. There was a round tag attached to it with a royal blue paw on one side and my name engraved on the other side. I gasped in surprise as the thoughts and feelings I couldn’t grasp were suddenly unfolding and enveloping my being. “Would you please put it on me… daddy?” I begged with a little whine in my voice. He grinned and I caught what seemed to be a glint from his eye as he said “I’d love to, son. But first…” He slipped off my shoes and socks, lifted my now-sweaty shirt off me, and tugged down my shorts and undies until I was naked before him on my knees. He maneuvered behind where I sat and he buckled the collar with a very delicate touch before hugging me from behind. I felt… oh so happy! He slowly began to kiss, lick, and nuzzle my neck while reaching down to massage my pecs and belly. The sensation was so good against my bare-yet-hairy skin, but then, it began to be much hairier! My whole self was fuzzier by the second. I glanced back and noticed that he’d also dropped his pants and now pulled his shirt up behind his head, leaving only his shoulders covered. “Down boy” he commanded sweetly but firmly, and I obediently bent over on my knees, my face and chest against the blanket, exposing myself to him. He groped and kneaded my buns before giving one a playful-yet-rough spank. I barely got out a yipe of pleasure before he spread my cheeks and began to use his expert tongue on my hole. Long slow licks, circles, and flicking movements punctuated by penetrations provided me with the greatest rimming I’d ever received from a human or beastman. And speaking of tongue! I looked down to see mine hanging out from a growing brown muzzle. I glanced over at my hands which were now covered in tan fur and more closely resembled the hand-paws that dog men usually had. And suddenly there it was: that physical sensation my body had so badly wanted to express, now finally being realized. I tracked the feeling within myself to the base of my back and looked over my shoulder to see a fluffy tail wagging out of control! I felt… right. “Up boy!” he commanded, and I obediently lifted my upper body and braced my weight on my paws and knees. I heard a click and glanced back to see him attach a leash to my collar. I whined a little apprehensively, but he scratched behind my now fuzzy canine ears and I was at ease, panting and wagging my tail. He tugged on the leash as he entered me quickly. The rimming had done wonders to get me prepped, but his thick girth still spread me open enough for me to gasp and yipe a little. There wasn’t any time to recover as he began to thrust forward and back, tugging on the leash as he pumped his girthy length into me over and over. I whined for a couple minutes before the mix of pleasure and pain became overwhelming and left me unable to do much more than pant and moan. I let out the occasional swear which were always promptly followed by a swat to my rear and an apologetic yipe from me. He was rough, no doubt about it, but I could feel his love coming through it all. He didn’t want to hurt me, he wanted me to be myself… my best self. He knew what I wanted… what my very being ached for… what I needed… and he could give it. And he was gonna enjoy it while he did! After 20 minutes of him pounding my pleasure center non-stop, I was nearing climax. “S-sir, I… I’m close…” He tugged hard on the leash and braced himself with a foot-paw up on my calf, “Me too, pup. Where do you want it?” I had to reach up to pull on the collar so I could gasp out “Please daddy, inside me!” He tugged even harder, making me gag as he placed a paw on his lower back to thrust with the most force he had given yet, hilting inside me with a deft strike against my prostate. “Come boy!” he commanded, and I obediently did. I unloaded an amount and shot a distance I didn’t know I was capable of. I could feel him throbbing as he pumped what must’ve been an even bigger load than what I’d produced. I felt… “Good boy” he said warmly and lovingly. He pet my head and scratched my ears, and I leaned into it while whining with pleasure. “Gooood boy” he said again. He pulled out and I yiped a little, which was met with reassuring pets. He guided me to lay on my back, and he cuddled up next to me. He gave gentle licks and kisses as he rubbed my belly and said “you’re such a good boy! Daddy’s good boy. Suuuch a good boy!” I responded back panting, “Thank you… thank you daddy”. We stayed that way for a good while, him loving on me with perfect aftercare. He asked if I wanted to see what his good boy looked like and I nodded emphatically. With less-than-graceful movement I fished out the phone from his discarded pants and handed it to him. He chuckled at my eagerness before pulling up the camera and snapping a picture of us both close together. I saw my daddy cuddled next to a tan and liver German Shepherd dog man, with roughly the same body type as me, but fluffy, and with a similar beard to mine. I loved how I looked… it was me… a part of me… a part of the best me… and I couldn’t have been happier. In this moment that feeling I couldn’t determine was realized, it was *this*… whatever *this* was… I felt… whole. After I recovered, I wanted more, and he knew it without a word. He humped me roughly and lovingly a few more times before the afternoon came to a close. We watched the sunset together before we got dressed and he led me back to the car on my leash. It didn’t matter that we walked back in twilight, my new vision was much more suited to the darkness. On the drive home he rolled the windows down for a while to let me put my head out and experience all the smells my new nose allowed. We returned to his house so I wouldn’t be alone on my first night as a pup, and in his arms in his bed I felt a rest and peace of mind I’d never known. I called in to work the next morning to use up some much-needed vacation time. He cooked me a delicious breakfast, after which we took a bath and then made rough love again (after which we took another bath). He took me home, and I bent down for him to hug me tight and kiss me before he promised we would do it again many times in the future. “Happy Father's Da…” I caught myself before finishing, remembering it was now Monday. He noticed my slight embarrassment and scratched my ear as he chuckled, “Oh pup, that’s every day for me!”

ChocolateAndMilk

Your idea of submissiveness was cute and exciting! The shower scene was cute!

ChocolateAndMilk

You got the second place! I do want to draw you Saint Bernard self

ChocolateAndMilk

You and Juliet got the second place! This was so cute to read!

PupTree

Congrats