Rick leaped over the banister, landing clumsily on his new awkward legs between Brandon and the front door. He staggered up onto his hind paws, and heaved hot breaths menacingly at his stepson. Brandon froze in his tracks, his feet skidding out from under him on the living room rug. Rick falls forward onto his front arms and starts towards his frightened dependent. Brandon skitters backwards, looking for something to strike at this stepfather. He grabs a potted plant and over hands it at Rick. Rick ducks then turns to watch his wife's prized spider plant crack and spray wet dirt across the specialty pattern wallpaper. Rick spins his growling muzzle towards Brandon.
"Roou whoittle Shhit!" He slured through his wolf maw.
Brandon spun onto his stomach and started clamoring on his knees. Rick leaned forward and bit into Brandon's rear. Wrenching back on the hold into Brandon's posterior, Rick slid Brandon back beside him. He raised a knee into Brandon's gut, knocking the wind from his lungs. Brandon felt himself being raised by the knee, his bitten ass at the highest point of his body. Rick sat up and lifted a clawed hand to strike down onto Brandon. The arm flew forward, Brandon's eyes squinted shut, the flat of Ricks hand slapped painfully against Brandon's rear and Brandon yelped both shock and pain. Rick spanked Brandon again, followed by a fast third, forth, fifth, and beyond.
He growled out, "RRrristen to me the next frrRRRrrucking time I RRRrrucking tell you to do something."