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Earlier, Perdita was just leaving the farmhouse to lead Thunderbolt to the food. There were bags and bags of Kanine Krunchies in the loft of the barn, and the only way up was to use a ladder. Dogs weren't especially known for using ladders, but Pongo and Perdita had managed to set up a series of boxes to allow them to access the food without Roger or Anita finding out, and the puppies were all too small to make the jumps. Things would have to change once the puppies grew, but for now, the two adult dogs on the farm could access food whenever they wanted. The barn was all the way across the wide pasture, with an idyllic white fence on one side, and the camera crew setting up in the distance on the other. Thunderbolt followed closely behind Perdita, too close for her own comfort. She kept her tail between her legs, hoping to avoid another embarrassing greeting sniff by the rugged German Shepherd.

They walked in silence, reaching the barn in time. Thunderbolt looked around as they entered the barn, commenting, "This is where all the puppies sleep?"

Perdita nodded, and Thunderbolt followed up quickly, "The food is here? How do you keep them out of it?"

Perdita moved over to the stacked boxes, and replied, "We climb these boxes â€" the food is in the loft. Come on."

As she jumped from box to box, Thunderbolt smiled and laughed, saying, "And you think they can't get up there?"

She turned to face him, looking down from the third crate and raising an eyebrow. "They can't make these jumps..."

His ears perked up, and he gave her another toothy grin. His gaze was unsettling to her. "Have you noticed any missing food? If I know anything about your puppies, miss, I know they know all about my show. Episode 23: The Trouble with Trolleys. I used a pulley to lift my old side-kick, Lightning, up to the second floor, and he ran over and pushed over the ladder with the bad guy on it. Looks to me your people use that pulley there to get the food up the loft, and I'd wager my left paw your puppies have figured a way to lift even one of them up there and pull one of the lighter food bags down for them."

Perdita listened carefully, and then gave Thunderbolt a funny look. Thunderbolt gave a wry smile and said, "I've been brushing up on my episodes, ever since little Patch taught me how useful they can be."

"We had been missing some bags, but I assumed it was Roger or Anita messing with them. And they talked about missing bags, but I thought that was just Pongo and me. But if they pulled the bags down, where's the evidence? They can't eat paper, can they?"

Thunderbolt looked around the barn, and then perked up again, his tongue hanging out. "Episode 44: The Missing Moneybags. They just had to hide the bags...if I were them I'd hide them where no one would look, like behind that old hay bailer!"

Perdita's gaze followed the handsome male as he walked toward the hay bailer, which had been sitting up against the wall for what must have been decades. He peeked in between the wall and the bailer and his tailed wagged. He grabbed something with his teeth and pulled it out, and sure enough, he had found the missing Kanine Krunchies bags!

"You really are a wonder dog, you know that?" Perdita exclaimed, before adding with concern, "We'd better do something about that pulley. We can't have our puppies over-eating. Thank you, Thunderbolt." She wondered how much Rolly had been eating...

"All in a day's work, my lady, for I am....THUNDERBOLT!" and with that, he barked his trademark three barks, which echoed loudly throughout the barn. He looked immensely pleased with himself.

Perdita couldn't help but smile, saying, "Get on up here. I thought you were hungry." She quickly bounded up the remaining boxes, landing next to the bags of kibble. Thunderbolt was there momentarily, while she watched him leap from ledge to ledge, faster than she had ever seen Pongo run. His muscled tensed and released with explosive force, causing his shiny coat to ripple in the dim light. He was even more beautiful in real life. Though they tried to keep it secret from the kids, Pongo and Perdita adored Thunderbolt's T.V. show almost as much. She wondered how she had overlooked episode 23 when making sure the pups couldn't reach the food. Thunderbolt was a star for a reason â€" every feature was perfect.

"Yoo hoo, Perdita?" Thunderbolt asked, waving his paw in front of her eyes. She blinked and focused on the German Shepherd. She had been staring at him! She looked away quickly, embarrassed, and stammered to cover it up.

"Er...the...food is over here," she managed, turning away from Thunderbolt to move to the nearest open bag. He didn't follow though, and she looked over her shoulder at him, raising an eyebrow. He was standing there, behind her, his ears straight up, staring at her. She saw his tail wagging, and she followed his gaze, and she realized that he was looking at her butt. Her eyes widened, and she tucked her tail between her legs, turning sideways away from him. If she could blush, she would be beet red.

Thunderbolt stammered, his usual demeanor fading into uncertainty. He said, "Right, the food."

He walked to the open bag of food in the awkward silence, and was driven to sing:

Kanine Krunchies can't be beat

They make each meal a special treat

Happy dogs are those who eat

Nutritious Kanine Krunchies!

Perdita still watched Thunderbolt, nervously, stepping back from the food as he began eating from the bag. Her ears were down, and she sat, her tail still between her legs in the presence of the famous television star. She wished Pongo were here.

Thunderbolt didn't eat much, and then turned to Perdita with a sheepish look. "Look, I'm...sorry, Perdita. Shit, I didn't mean... Gah! And now I'm swearing in front of a lady..."

Perdie averted her eyes from him, not sure what to think. She was speechless; had he been ogling her? He had to know she was a married female. She had 99 puppies for goodness sake! She felt very low, being treated this way, but, she was reluctant to admit, part of her was hoping the beautiful German Shepherd had been looking at her that way.

Thunderbolt removed all doubt in his unrehearsed apology. "I mean, I'm sorry. You're a beautiful lady, and I just wasn't thinking, you know? Of course, I know you have Pongo and he's great; seems like just your type," he added, chuckling nervously, "And I've got Greta, and she's swell. It's nothing like that. You were just standing there like that, and I got distracted, you know? And I think â€" you know I didn't want to say anything, but seeing as how I've screwed everything up so far; I think you're in heat. Not that I'm excusing myself! No, I'm a horrid rat. I â€" just in case you didn't know, you know."

Perdita raised an eyebrow at Thunderbolt, trying to process his rapid rationalization. She blinked when he mentioned heat, suddenly realizing that he was right. She was coming into season for the first time since the puppies had been born. She looked down, realizing that that must be the only reason Thunderbolt had been so clingy around her. She should have known a hero like he was wouldn't really be interested in plain old Perdita. He could have his pick of females. They clawed at the stage whenever he made a public appearance, begging to bear his puppies. She whimpered, thinking of Greta. Thunderbolt's fiancée was as beautiful as he was. There was nothing he could want in the thin, matronly Dalmatian. At least Pongo thought she was beautiful. As much as the extended greeting between her husband and the strikingly gorgeous young German Shepherd had bothered Perdie, she knew that Pongo was just being polite. He truly loved Perdita, and she was the only bitch for him.

Thunderbolt interrupted her thoughts, saying, "There, that's settled then. Great! Let's head on back to the farmhouse then." He stood, and when he moved his front paws, she immediately noticed bright red flesh protruding slightly between his legs. Her eyes widened and locked on to the hint of his arousal, terribly embarrassed, but too interested to look away. She had admired Thunderbolt on the television for years.

Thunderbolt followed her eyes and looked beneath him, and jumped up with a start. "Oh god, Perdie. I'm such a rotten hound dog." He turned away from her, and her eyes followed his growing shaft until she couldn't see it anymore. The embarrassed Shepherd said, "Can you â€" you can head back to the farm house. I'm so embarrassed. Just...go, okay? I can find my own way back."

Perdita looked at Thunderbolt, who seemed almost as uncertain as she had earlier. She found it endearing to see the confident, powerful champion of a dog reduced to stammering apologies, and it put her somewhat at ease around him. He had been so self-assured before that she could only find the will to be docile and submissive near him. And despite all his claims to be a scoundrel, he was truly a gentleman about this rather awkward exchange. She didn't know what she would be able to do if he had approached her as his usual, glorious self. The epitome of an alpha dog and one whom she had so admired approaching her â€" a submissive bitch in heat; she doubted she could have resisted him.

"Alright, Thunderbolt. I'll see you at the farmhouse when you've finished eating." She padded over to the boxes downward, leaving Thunderbolt alone to recover from his embarrassment. As she walked between the two boxes, she heard something, perking her ears toward some crates in the loft. Curious, she walked behind the crates, wondering if perhaps a mouse or a rat were trying to get to the food. She nosed through the hay behind the crates, but was distracted from her search by a strange whimpering sound. She turned to look, her head just peeking over the dark crates, and she was stunned.

Thunderbolt was curled into a ball in the hay next to the Kanine Krunchies. She immediately forgot about the mouse, completely speechless. Thunderbolt was whimpering and licking himself between the legs, but it wasn't your standard dog-licking scenario. He had coaxed his entire erection out of his sheath, all the way to his knot, which was currently swelling. He rapidly ran his tongue along his length, shivering and wagging his tail. She heard him whimper and say, "Perdie...mmm..." He must have thought she had already left, and he couldn't see her watching discretely behind the crates. This put her in a tight spot â€" did she leave the loft and risk his sensitive ears hearing her? He would die from the embarrassment! She decided she'd better hide in the loft until he left, and explain her absence somehow.

She ducked her head and put her paws over her ears, but she couldn't drown out the sound of his persistent licks and moans. He continued to murmur to himself, saying, "Keep at it, Perdie, oh god. Umnf..." She wasn't sure she could survive her own embarrassment, if she had to listen to him until he finished...with himself. She was surprised to hear her own name, however. Why not Greta? Perdita had been gone long enough that whatever scent she had given must have worn off. Did Thunderbolt really find her attractive? She stuck her head over the crate, hoping he wouldn't be able to see her in the darkness, while he was otherwise occupied.

Thunderbolt had his entire cock embedded in his long muzzle, running his tongue around his massive girth. He was huge, as large as Pongo, and probably longer. She couldn't help but be aroused by the display, her television hero going to town on himself. And he was fantasizing about her! She heard him mumble, "Mmrryou want me? Unf, hunnnnh, oh yeah, lift that tail. Oh Perdie, mmmh. Here I come, bitch." He started thrusting himself into his own mouth with his powerful abs. Watching him, Perdita was tingling between her own legs, and she couldn't tear her eyes from the masturbating German Shepherd. She put a paw against her vulva, as if to silence the building arousal, but instead she found herself rubbing her mound. She had never done anything like this before, but it felt so good that she couldn't stop, moving her paw between her legs in short circles, trying to hold back her whimpers. She laid her ears back and watched Thunderbolt, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath through his nostrils, his tongue wrapped neatly around his baseball sized knot.

He said, "Mmmmph, you're so tight," and then whined, continuing, "Take it...unf...all...Perdie!" Her eyes were locked on his knot, knowing he was imagining it embedded deep between her slender hips, and she imagined it as well, pushing her paw firmly against her opening, which was now slightly damp. She closed her eyes and couldn't hold back anymore, moaning. But she doubted he could hear it against his own panting whimpers. When she opened her eyes, she saw Thunderbolt, his cock laying free between his legs, looking straight at her.

Her mouth gaped open. He must have heard her! Luckily, her face was already as white as it could ever get. He quickly closed his legs, which was not even close to enough to hide his glistening erection. "Oh...god...Perdie? What are you doing here?" he exclaimed, still gasping for breath.

She looked like a deer in the headlights, but his question snapped her out of it. "I had...thought I heard something...I didn't mean to, um, overhear you. I'll...I'll go now."

She couldn't tear her eyes from the red shaft peeking out between his legs, which was quivering. It looked ready to burst. She watched as Thunderbolt lifted his leg again, revealing himself in his entirety again. She didn't notice his raised eyebrow as he verified the source of her rapt attention. He waved a paw between his cock and her eyes, breaking her trance. She looked at him, and then down, embarrassed. But Thunderbolt said, "If...you want to stay, you can, Perdie..." When she looked at him in shock, he grinned and added, "You can help me finish."

Her eyes met his, and she didn't know what to think. He was so handsome, and he obviously had some affection for her. She had always wondered what it would be like with the wonder dog â€" she wouldn't be the first bitch whose eye he had caught. But she had only ever been with Pongo, and she would never betray him. But still, would tasting him...just a little...be a betrayal? Subconsciously, she was stepping closer to the German Shepherd, her muzzle ever nearing his life-giving shaft. She was ripped from her thoughts by a surprising voice joining the fray.

A young voice suddenly quipped, "I'll help you, Thunderbolt!" She recognized it immediately, and turned her head to see the little Patch stumbling out from on top of one of the crates, his tail wagging as he watched his hero with admiration. So that was the rat she had heard!

It was all she could do to exclaim, "Patch!?"

Thunderbolt rolled onto his belly, hiding his erection. He looked sheepishly at his little admirer. "Hey there, little guy, good to see you again! Um, how much of...what did you see?"

Patch tripped slightly in his excitement, but he managed to recover without falling flat on his face. Once he had restabilized himself, his tail went right back to wagging. "I saw everything! I don't know what you was doin', but if'n you need help, I'm the pup to give it. You'll let me help, won'tchu, Thunderbolt?"

Thunderbolt said, "You know you're the first dog I'll turn to when I'm in trouble, Patch, but this...it's not for pups, okay?" He had to push the eager puppy away with his paw, lest the little Dalmatian work his way under the svelte male and reach his sensitive organ.

Patch complained, "Awww, come on, then! I've got a tongue as well as mum does. And I'm not some little baby anymore â€" mum says I am a "young adult"! If she can help you, why can't I?" His tail dropped at the injustice of it all.

Perdita stepped between her young child and the randy shepherd, saying, "No, Patch. You should be back with your brothers and your sisters for your photo shoot. Besides, how did you get up here, exactly?"

Patch looked shocked and said, "Uh...oh..."

Perdita said, "Run along back to the others, Patch. I won't tell your father about this if you won't. Okay?"

"Okay, mother..." the disappointed puppy replied.

"Promise you won't tell?" she stressed.

"Of course, mother, I promise."

"Now run along." She nosed him in the rump to send him scampering on his way down the loft, leaving her alone again with Thunderbolt. She turned to face him, sheepishly.

He was still lying on his stomach, mostly obscuring the behemoth between his legs. With Patch's interruption, all the electricity seemed to have drained from the air, and Perdita could hardly believe what she had been about to do. She was grateful Patch had been there, without him, she didn't know if she could have stopped herself with the tempting T.V. star. She looked away from him and said, "We should probably be heading back, or the others will wonder."

Thunderbolt laid his ears back in disappointment, but he nodded, saying, "Right, of course." He stood, and she averted her eyes, knowing that he was still hanging out. She turned and leapt down the stacked boxes until she reached the ground floor. She heard him follow, so she left the barn entirely, the German Shepherd walking quietly behind her. She kept her tail down.

In silence, the two dogs began the long trip back to the farmhouse, and they would have made it in record time if about halfway there they hadn't heard a resounding crash from the set the humans were creating. A floodlight had toppled over, no doubt due to a clumsy or mischievous puppy, and the two adults watched from a distance at the frantic humans. It seemed, thankfully, that no one was hurt, however.

Thunderbolt said, "That'll slow em down. They probably won't need us for another hour or two."

Perdita looked over at her companion, and couldn't help but notice his penis was slowly disappearing back into his sheath. She looked away quickly, but he noticed her look and said, "You know, Perdita..."

She looked at him, trying to read his expression, but she let him continue, politely.

His serious expression was reflected in his carefully chosen words. "Back at the barn...I meant what I said. If you want to...help me, I'd be grateful. We could do as little or as much as you want. I don't want to pressure you or anything."

Perdita hesitated before responding, with a sigh, "I'm married, Thunderbolt. I could never betray Pongo, and I have plenty of kids to watch after."

He was persistent, saying, "There's plenty we could do for each other without risking puppies. Believe me, I know. And...I've liked you since I met you, in London, Perdie. You're beautiful â€" gorgeous â€" but humble about it, like you don't even realize it. What happened at the barn, that's not the first time I've done that, thinking about you."

Perdita gave Thunderbolt a bashful look, sitting meekly. But she said, "I'm...I'm flattered. And you, you're built perfectly, and you know it. I don't think I can trust myself around you. It's for the best that we leave it here."

Thunderbolt's ears and tail drooped. "Al-alright, Perdita. Whatever makes you happy."

"Besides, you have Greta now. She's prettier than me and she's...more your type. Come on, let's go find them," she said, trying to cheer him up. She started toward the farmhouse once more, and Thunderbolt followed shortly thereafter. She looked over at him and his desolation had been replaced by a quizzical look as he glanced back at the farmhouse. She said, "What is it?"

Thunderbolt said, "I thought I saw...something. Never mind."

Perdita was relieved to note, discretely, that Thunderbolt was no longer showing any red against his belly fur, and she hurried to the farmhouse, hoping to reunite with Pongo and end the awkward situation she found herself in. In no time, the two dogs reached the house, and Perdita checked the bottom floor for her husband. He hadn't been in the kitchen, and the living room was empty. She looked helplessly at Thunderbolt, who said, "They are probably upstairs."

Perdita said, "Still? Worth checking, I suppose." She started up the stairs, and once she reached the top, she saw Greta barrel through the door from Anita and Roger's bedroom, looking out of breath and flustered. The lithe German Shepherd said in her thick accent, "Oh, zhere you are. Ve vere just vondering vhere you vere!"

Perdita raised her eyebrow, as the female continued, "Zhees ees a very nice house, Perdita."

Thunderbolt nodded, and Perdita asked, "Where's Pongo?" She took a step toward the bedroom door, sniffing. What was that smell? She couldn't quite place it.

Greta stepped in front of Perdita, cutting her off from the door. She said, "He vas...looking out zha vindow, vatching zha poppies. But I vas vondering, Perdita, vhere I should go. I-I mean zhat I have need to relief myself, und zhees house ees so beeg. Could you lead me outside?"

Perdita, surprised, took a step back from Greta. "Yes, of course. Though, it's just outside. This way..." she said, turning to lead the German Shepherd down the stairs.

Thunderbolt approached the door to the bedroom, but Greta stepped in front of him as well, saying, "Are you not coming, Tunderbolt? I have so much to tell you!"

He said, "I was going to talk to Pongo."

Greta quickly countered with "Later. Eet seemed to me as like he vanted to be alone. He vas...reflecting upon life, perhaps."

Perdita raised an eyebrow, but Thunderbolt acquiesced. "Later, then," he said, turning to follow Perdita and Greta down the stairs. Greta exhaled. Perdita was confused at the exchange, but led the two Shepherds down the stairs and out the front door. Perdita wondered how Greta could have missed the obvious front door during her tour of the house.

Once outside, Perdita looked at Greta expectantly. She looked embarrassed, and said softly "Eef you don't mind...I vould rather have privacy."

Perdita said, "Oh, of course. I'm sorry; we'll wait inside." She wasn't used to such modesty, but as a mother of 99 little puppies, she knew that some canines were a little shy about relieving themselves in public.

Greta insisted quickly, "No, no need. Vait here, I veel go to zhee bushes. Eet veel only be a moment. Vait here!" she repeated, before shuffling off to the large hedges that surrounded the outside of the house.

As soon as she disappeared from sight, Thunderbolt leaned in to Perdita and said, quietly, "Perdita? Introspective or not, I'm going to go talk to Pongo. I'm sure you can keep Greta entertained?"

"I suppose," though she wondered what he wanted to talk about. She hoped he wouldn't tell Pongo about the barn! She watched Thunderbolt leave, and then waited for Greta to finish.

Finally, the German Shepherd emerged, exclaiming, "Vhere's Tunderbolt?"

Perdita said, "He said he needed to talk with Pongo, be he introspective or not."

To Perdita's surprise, Greta said, "I guess zhat leaves us, just zhee ladies. Perhaps you could show me zhee basement? Pongo deed not show me eet."

"We were gone a long time. The house isn't THAT big."

Greta said, "Ve vatched somezhing on zha television for a vhile," shrugging.

Perdita accepted her excuse. Sometimes Pongo did get carried away with the television. "Sure, follow me," she said, before leading Greta into the house and down the stairs to the basement. Greta followed the Dalmatian, a pleased grin on her face. Perdita wondered what the young female was thinking about â€" it was clear she wasn't this excited just to see the basement. Oh well, at least this would give Thunderbolt time to say whatever he meant to say to Pongo.