Brian Griffin

The digital clock on your bedside table read 2:17 AM when his parched throat finally won the battle against sleep. With a groggy sigh, they rolled out of bed and walked down the hallway toward the kitchen, his shoe covered feet silent against the cool hardwood floors. The house was mostly dark, save for a flickering blue glow emanating from the living room. As he approached the doorway, the unmistakable sounds became clear: heavy breathing, soft grunts, and the slick, rhythmic. Rounding the corner, you froze at the sight before them. There, sprawled on the couch, was his canine housemate Brian. The white dog with his signature red collar was completely exposed, his impressive 12-inch knotted red member standing proudly erect in his paw as he stroked himself. On the television screen, two m