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The call of seagulls and the salty air of the ocean permeated the atmosphere of the docks. Night had fallen, and the previous day had been eventful to an extreme. With Sykes finally gone for good and Oliver back with Jenny, it seemed like the day had been won, but for a couple dogs in particular, things seemed to be quite a bit more empty than usually.

It was out on the pier that Dodger was laying, his small white and brown body curled up as he stared out at the ocean with a solemn expression. Normally he would have been out with the others, jumping around and being happy, but there was something that was weighing heavily on his mind and heart. Despite their great escape the previous day, the image of Roscoe and DeSoto falling onto those electric tracks still played over and over in his mind. He gave a grumble and laid both paws over his muzzle, as if shielding his eyes would make him see less. It didn't help.

From not far away, the much larger Einstein approached his downtrodden friend with a meager portion of a discarded sandwich hanging from his mouth. He had picked up on the Jack Russell Terrier's mood ever since they had gotten back, and truth be told he had been feeling a lot of the same. Together, they had shared a secretive and very passionate relationship with the two Doberman. It was one they had sworn to never reveal to the others, and while Oliver and the gang might have been feeling good about being free of those bothersome guard dogs, Dodger and the Great Dane were left feeling empty.

"You gotta eat something, Dodger," Einstein said as he stepped closer and dropped the sandwich portion close to the other canine's face.

"Oh. Einstein," the terrier mumbled and lifted his head a bit to look up at the much larger dog. "I didn't hear you come. I'm sorry, my head is kind of full right now," he admitted and slowly got up to his feet. He glanced at the sandwich portion and gave a shrug. "I'm not really hungry." Einstein frowned and tilted his head a bit. Seeing Dodger so melancholy was so very different from his usual self, but he felt a lot of the same.

"It's Roscoe, isn't it?" Einstein asked and sat down on his haunches. "I know you've been thinking about him." At the mentioning of the Doberman's name, Dodger winced and gave his head a shake.

"It's all in the past now, there's nothing we can do about it," the terrier said, trying to dispel the final image of the black and brown dog from his mind.

"You know, I miss DeSoto," The Great Dane admitted with a huff and moved to lay on his stomach, both paws folded across each other and under his chin. "But it was an accident. Nothing we can do about it now," he mumbled, his own voice taking on a solemn edge.

Dodger watched his big friend, and as he listened a slight smile broke over his lips. "Yeah, I remember when they would come around and give you and I a good bonin'," he said with a slight chuckle. A smirk ever so slightly grew over Einstein's droopy jowls.

"They were pretty well equipped, weren't they?" he mused and lifted his head.

"That's for sure!" Dodger laughed and trotted up to the Great Dane and gave his side a light nudge. "Hey, what are we doing here, moping around? Let's go and have some fun, give their memories a good send off instead of being all sad here!" the terrier said, his form cheering up considerably. "They wouldn't want us to be like this."

"You think so?" Einstein said and slowly began to get back up to his feet. Dodger trotted a lap around the larger canine's legs before he started off for a larger area of the docks.

"Yeah! I'm sure Big Louis is still around this time, think we could snag some sausages from him while he's not looking?" the terrier asked as he stepped past the partly eaten sandwich scrap.

"Sausages do sound really nice right now," Einstein remarked with a lick over his jowls as he followed, leaning down and scarfing the meager amount of food that he had brought, before he caught up to the smaller dog. As they walked and enjoyed the feeling of each other's company, their conversation continued.

"So what do you miss most about them?" Dodger asked, of course referring to the Doberman.

"Well," Einstein began and a blush formed over his cheeks. "DeSoto had the biggest cock ever! I loved how he would always mount and give me a nice, deep fucking," he mused, his lips getting another lick as he began to remember the fond feeling of his tailhole being spread open and penetrated by the stocky canine, his cock tip poking from his fuzzy sheath at the fond memories. "Mmh...uh! How about you?" he asked quickly and looked to his friend.

Dodger chuckled at his friend and sat on his haunches. "Roscoe liked to pin me down and make me suck on his cock or lick his ass. I'm gunna really miss his taste, that's for sure," he explained and smiled fondly, his own cock stirred within his sheath. It was about then that a dark, thundering laugh and chuckle broke through their combined reverie.

"Would you listen to these two romantics?" a voice drawled, somewhere behind the many crates and containers on the pier, an all too familiar tone that made Dodger and Einstein's fur stand on end with joy and excitement.

"And here I thought we wouldn't have been missed at all!" Howled another voice, matching the same Italian accent of the first, and while sounding similar, was a bit higher pitched and was much closer. The terrier and Great Dance glanced around quickly, looking for the voice owners but with everything being so dark they couldn't hardly see anything. Suddenly, a far shadow morphed, and out stepped a muscular doberman wearing a red, diamond studded collar. He wore a broad, smug grin, a familiar red bandanna clutched between his teeth, approaching with his chest pushed out proudly.

"Roscoe!" Dodger barked, his heart swelling with excitement as he saw the larger dog come closer, recognizing his bandanna that had slipped when DeSoto had fallen. From the opposite side of them, another Doberman stepped out from behind a crate, his fur doing well to camouflage him against the dreary, nautical background. A blue collar with similarly placed diamonds as the other Doberman was secured around his neck, the return of the Sykes' guard dogs being true.

"DeSoto!" Einstein yipped with excitement and leaped forward to greet the greatly missed canine. The Great Dane nuzzled his face against the blue collared dog's neck and back, the Doberman did his best to keep his cool as he was affectionately fawned over, but returned a friendly nuzzle.

As Dodger watched the two reconnect, he became aware of Roscoe stepping up to his own side, towering over the terrier mutt. He turned with a big smile, but saw that a particularly devious spark was shining in the red collared dog's eyes. "I'm so glad you're alive!" he barked and panted with his tail wagging furiously behind him.

"We may be alive, but that doesn't mean that god damned train track didn't give us a good zap! You're gunna have to pay big time for that, bitch," Roscoe sneered and gave a low growl. The gruff rumble of the dominant canine practically made Dodger melt. He'd do anything the Doberman wanted him to do, and even as the black and brown dog stood there, he took the initiative.

"I'll do anything you want," the terrier remarked and stepped underneath the other canine's legs. Without so much as an order or even some direction, he was already pushing his face up against Roscoe's heavy sheath and ball sack, the hefty package and the strong musk getting smeared all over his face. He took a deep breath, loving the naughty scent as he had thought he'd never get to experience it again.

"Oh I know you will. You're gunna get fucked extra hard for the shit you pulled," Roscoe snarled and gave a firm strike against the terrier's hindquarter with his paw, making him jump out from underneath and turn around. A few inches of dark red dog cock was already peeking out from the Doberman's sheath, and Dodger knew all about it. He'd suck on that cock or bend over with his ass up high or lick Roscoe's asshole until the sun would come up, all he needed was the order.

As the red collared dog approached Dodger from behind, the terrier got a good sight of what Einstein and DeSoto were doing. The two hadn't quite bothered with re-uniting, instead electing to get right down to some naughty business. The blue collared Doberman had nudged a small wooden crate over to where the Great Dane was and had jumped up onto it. From there, Einstein was mounted and the Doberman was already landing several hard blows from behind with his feverishly huge cock.

Einstein's head was turned and nuzzling at DeSoto's cheek and neck as the Doberman vigorously humped away on his hind quarters. "You miss this fat cock, old man?" the Doberman grunted with each thrust. Einstein moaned out, the feeling of his hole getting stretched nice and wide so suddenly sent pleasured shivers up his spine.

"Oooh yes! I thought I'd never feel you in me again," the Great Dane replied in an almost whimpering tone. "I love your cock, DeSoto. I love you," he continued to moan, encouraging and whispering into the Doberman's ear and even giving it an affectionate lick as the black and brown dog's body rested over his back. His kind words seemed to do little more than spur the Doberman's bucking body on. The rapid, short strokes of his hips increased with speed, causing Einstein to moan out hotly.

"Mmmh, I love you too," DeSoto murmured quietly into the Great Dane's floppy ear as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the other's tight depths.

Meanwhile, Roscoe and Dodger watched the two, both canines getting more aroused by the sight in front of them. "Wow, just look at those two," Roscoe commented as he suddenly stepped over the mutt and leaned down and slipped the bandanna over Dodger's head and around his neck. The familiar feeling of the cloth made the terrier smile and lean back against the Doberman, but the bigger dog didn't bother to let go of the bandanna. Instead, Dodger felt Roscoe's sheath press firmly against his backside, the length of dog cock sticking out from its dark sheath. The terrier shivered and looked up to see the other canine looming over him with a big grin.

"I think some payback for you tossing me onto those tracks is in order," Roscoe said with a chuckle and squatted down a bit to get his cock at an appropriate height.

"Seems fair," Dodger replied while lifting his short tail well out of the way. His pucker flexed slightly as it felt the hot, tapered end of the Doberman's dripping cock press against it. The terrier didn't have to do anything but relax, more than happy to accept that throbbing cock. His ring of muscle pressed open as the Doberman slipped inside, a soft, straining grunt grumbling up from the terrier as he felt every inch disappear. It didn't take Roscoe long to hilt, his massive cock fixed deep inside of the tight mutt.

Dodger wasn't given much time to adjust to the other's size, instead the Doberman immediately began to thrust against his ass. The thick, red shaft pulled back all the way, almost popping out before driving back inside. A vigorous rhythm began, and Roscoe growled as he yanked on the bandanna with each powerful movement that he made. The terrier was left gasping and moaning, his eyelids drooping slightly as he felt the wonderful sensation of being penetrated and short of breath.

"Oooh fuck, Roscoe! I was afraid I'd never feel this again," Dodger moaned loudly and he splayed his legs a bit and pushed back hard onto the rutting hips behind him, feeling that tip push against his prostate.

"Mmh, there's no way I would leave an ass like this," the Doberman snarled out with a sneer, his jaws giving an extra hard yank, causing Dodger's breathing to catch in his throat, his eyes rolling back at the rough treatment. The fabric started to tear slightly, and the red collared dog's movements began to get so much harder.

From a short distance away, Einstein's rough grunts and moans could be heard. He continued to kiss and lick at DeSoto's neck and ear, still adoring how his rear end was getting slammed by the tough dog. He was so accepting of his thick shaft, he wanted it to go as deep as the Doberman could make it go and then even deeper. The abundant precum DeSoto produced did well to lube his insides, and ever so often Einstein would clench back on that massive bone he craved. DeSoto's deep moans were constant, his long tongue hanging from the front of his mouth, relentlessly pounding away.

Few things could make him reach his orgasm so quickly, the way Einstein pressed back and would grind onto his swelling knot showed the dominant dog how badly he wanted to be bred. The milking action of the Great Dane's hips had caused the pleasure that ran through DeSoto's body to be on the rapid rise, his form shivering as the little fingers of euphoria traced up from his pelvis.

"Mmmh, fuck, old dog! You're gunna have me cumming in no time," the Doberman muttered and grumbled as he felt his ear get lightly bit and tugged.

At the same time, Roscoe growled and gave a firm yank to Dodger's bandanna, a large tear streaking through the red fabric. The Dobermans' knots were nice and thick, as if telegraphing their imminent climax. Their hips rolled hard, bodies in a state of blurred motion as they continued away as fast and as hard as they could manage.

DeSoto's knot was the first to slip inside. The two bodies slammed hard against each other and on one particularly forceful drive forward, the thick, bulbous portion slipped past Einstein's muscular ring with a wet pop. The Great Dane grunted hard, the mighty action sending him over the edge in a way that he wasn't expecting. As the Doberman on top of him continued to rut against his prostate, long streaks of milky cum gushed from the end of his partially erect cock. The thick dog semen splattered against the wooden planks beneath as he was forced to accommodate every stray inch the Doberman had to offer.

Einstein's bowels were quick to be flooded, the thick, syrupy seed of DeSoto's loins flooded his inside in the form of a powerful gush. The orgasm was marked by a howling howl, his back arching away from the body that he was mounted on. Shivers and shakes racked both canines as their collective climactic high came to an end, the blue collared Doberman did his best to remain on top of the crate that he was on, forced to stay with the Great Dane's height.

Dodger was emitting whimpers and whines as he felt the consecutive knot strikes against his tailhole, knowing that he was going to be claimed soon. He pushed back hard and soon felt the bulbous base pop inside. He cried out and braced all legs, his body becoming rigid. Roscoe couldn't hold himself back, and as soon as he was wedged inside, he too began to spray his viscous cum deep inside of his bitch. The terrier groaned and panted hard, his tail wagging excitedly as the Doberman above him growled and huffed, Roscoe's love seed filled his ass and delving deep. He felt so full and warm, Dodger never wanted this feeling to go away.

Hardly able to dismount, Roscoe shifted so he stood beside the terrier, his short stumpy tail wagging at the eutrophic feeling that had washed over him. All four dogs panted from exhaustion, their noses turned to lick at their respective lovers affectionately. They bathed in the musky scent of each other's company, and when enough time passed the couples separated. Cum dripped down Dodger and Einstein's sacks, their holes flexing as they expelled some of the naughty essence.

"So," Dodger said between pants, "Now that Sykes is gone, how do you two think about sticking around with us?" He suggested as the two Doberman paused for a moment and gave each other a glance.

"Sorry, Dodger, but we've still got Sykes's warehouse to stay," Roscoe said with a triumphant smirk, his nose turned up. "No offense, but that rickety old boat is a dump."

"But don't you worry!" DeSoto chimed in with a toothy grin. "You'll definitely see us around a lot more now. So watch your backs! You're gunna have to teach us how to get some grub around town," the two gave a laugh and turned away from the others, of whom gazed after their stub tailed lovers as they trotted off down the pier. Once they had disappeared in the morning mist, Dodger and Einstein shared a knowing look and each offered a shrug. Silently they began to pad back towards the barge, side by side with a sticky residue still clinging to their backsides.