i need more dennis biting hucklerabbot NOW. i’m dying and the only thing that will cure me is reading that mousey little boy and his oral fixation during puppy play
denny being so shameless in his pupspace, a complete alter ego to his normal self.
he has absolutely no problems jumping onto the bed and biting robby's thick tummy to get him up in the morning, get him to take his pup outside to go potty.
bites jacks leg when he's in the kitchen prepping dinner, asking for a small bit of whatever he's chopping up at the moment. jack shoos him away with a mouthful of carrots. he's running dopily back into the living room and jumping onto Robby who's learned back in his recliner.
"Hup! Denny you gotta give me a warning pup." He's so fond of his sweet boy, spreading his legs to make room for him. Robby's getting ready to relax back into his seat when-
Dennis drops all of the carrot pieces out of his mouth onto Robby's thick, bare tummy.
"Denny, what are you doing baby?" Robby is surprised that he's not more appalled at the sight in front of him. His pup is literally eating off of his stomach.
"I'm snackin' Daddy." He doesn't even look up from his carrot slices. His chomping is the loudest thing in the room and all Robby can feel is estatic that Denny feels comfortable to be this silly.
The teeth marks on Robby's tummy when he sits at the dinner table show Dennis' missing canine with the utmost clarity.
Jack doesn't think he's ever smiled this hard on a random Tuesday. "Looks like Denny mixed up his snacks." Robby can't even try to play grumpy.
The older duo give him the edging of a lifetime, no matter how many times he claims it was an accident.
"I'm starting to think you might need a muzzle pup."
