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~the characters portrayed in this story are the property of Walt Disney Studios, the views and events depicted here are purely fictitious. Those under 18 should be advised against strong sexual content herein...m/f, m/m and so on. I take no responsibility for those who read anyway....you continue at your own risk and have been warned~

It was one of those dull spring afternoons where the day wore on and on, indifferent to those who felt it's effects. The young town was silent save for the sounds of random carriages that rolled down distant streets.

Uptown the villas each stood out in neat and tidy neighborhoods, all independent and splendidly impressive with their architecture the only thing that truly could exhibit excitement in the mild heat that blew through the place like a steady silent breath of wind. The sky was cloudless casting a blue radiance that reflected pale but somehow strong in the warm spring day.

One of these houses belonged to the Darling family and while a modest place compared to it's neighbors, the grand old house gave off a cheery feeling, it's white and blue walls creating a striking and unique look.

On the porch settled near a creaky rocking chair lay a dog, a dark grey mutt with a lighter underside and muzzle which quivered at his dream. His stomach rose and fell with his relaxed breathing as he twitched and rolled over onto his back opening his groggy brown eyes. Seeing the world upside down was fun and he opened his jaws to pant. It sure was hot!

Giving himself a long nice stretch he grunted slightly flipping over and laying his head on his paws, his half massed floppy ears flipping around in a silly manner.

"What a day!" he exclaimed in a half whisper as he surveyed the old dirt road where a child ran after a cat.

Chuckling in amusement he stood and shook himself wagging his tail and enjoying the show. The child (a little girl) had decided that she found the cat to be soft.

"And I thought we dogs were the only ones interested in that sort of thing" the playful mutt muttered, the smile along his bushy muzzle growing wider and wider until with a leap the human snatched up the poor hapless creature in her arms and began half dragging half carrying it back down the street the way they had both come. Wagging his fuzzy tail the grey dog barked with glee until the strange duo disappeared from view. Then the day returned to silence.

With a sigh the mutt flopped down on his haunches wishing that there was something to do besides sleep or chase his tail, which always made him dizzy anyway.

Glancing over to his left he spotted the word Titanic on the cover of a newspaper. His interest perked he used one of his paws pressing down on the brittle paper and sliding it over to where he could better see it. The headlines read.. "Titanic strikes an iceberg in the Northern Atlantic Ocean, she sinks today taking with her an estimated 1500 Americans..." The Wall Street Journal Apr 14 1912.

"Heh...so much for the voyage of the century" the mutt growled pushing the paper away and using one of his hind legs to scratch a particularly itchy spot behind one of his ears. "What to do? What to do?"

The silence meant that Lady and the pups as well as Jim Dear, Darling and Jr were probably all taking a nap. Maybe there was a bone in the backyard that he could try to find...but then he thought better of it. He didn't have the first idea where he'd buried his last treasure and he knew that the humans wouldn't be all that thrilled if he sabotaged their pristine garden. Sometimes he hated the pampered life of a pet!

There was no question that he enjoyed the security of having a family and he loved Lady more than anything else he knew....it was only sometimes that he found himself yearning for the past when every moment was an adventure...a new elation that would course through his veins and make his heart pound.

"Hmm...perhaps I'll head over to visit Jock and Trusty if they aren't sleeping like everyone else" the mutt concurred making up his mind quickly. With a sense of purpose he leapt down the stairs somewhat awkwardly and settled into a steady trot, his paws clicking lightly on the smooth surface that ran down the middle of the Darlings front yard.

Now to decide....left down the makeshift sidewalk would mean Jocks place...hemmed in with walls of hedge and right would mean Trustys' home...the biggest of their three houses just like the dog himself. Soon his paws had swerved and he was padding up the street to the right. It made sense.

Jock had always been a little wary of Tramp because of his background as a stray and even though they were friends sometimes he felt that the Scottish terrier still had some misgivings about him.

Trusty on the other paw had seemed to warm up to him since he had settled down with a family, tempering Jocks blunt experienced views with his warm hearted nature. To add to that....the chances of one being without the other were unlikely since in their old age they had become dear friends. And if for some reason they pair of them were at Jock he could easily check there afterwards.

Thinking more about them both Tramp couldn't help but smile as he neared his friends home which quite easily dwarfed any living place he'd ever seen owned by humans. White pillars towered above his head and the enormous porch was more than inviting to the terrier mix.

Making his way past the gate he spotted the bloodhound laying sprawled out on his favorite blue rug, jowls blown forward by each of the canines large relaxed breaths. As Tramp neared the steps Trustys' nose twitch working at the air and questing for something that had hit his scent glands, his forehead overlaid with wrinkles scrunching up as with a stream of grunts and muffled words he came awake noticing that he had company.

"W....whyyy hello! Didn' know if I was going to see anyone today much less you" the bloodhound admitted wagging his long tail in slow sweeps.

Tramp smiled and nodded his head flopping down next to Trusty and licking over his muzzle excitedly at his old friends southern drawl. It always somehow amused him how full of syrup each word and each syllable was whenever the older dog spoke.

"Hiya pal" he said nudging Trusty with his nose. "I hope I didn't wake ya up...but it seems like everyone is asleep today. There's nothing to do."

"Nothing to do huh? How bout digging up one of them bones you've buried eh? That might be fun...."

Tramp raised an eyebrow meeting the bloodhounds gaze. After a moment Trusty flashed a knowing wink his drooping jowls curling up in a silly grin.

"Thought better of digging up your families garden?"

Tramp nodded. "I just thought I'd come over and see what you and Jock were doing and maybe talk a bit. Where is he by the way?"

Trusty slowly raised up and used a skinny hind leg to scratch his neck causing his skin to fold over itself in rings of baggy fur until his eyes all but disappeared before letting the skin fall back, contemplating something for a moment.

"Oh...uh...Jock? Well he said something about a trip to the vets..." he murmured as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Tramp looked quizzically at his friend cocking his head to one side.

"The vet?"

"F..f...for his arthritis ...you know. The doctor that the humans take us to when we aren't feeling as swell as we'd like ta?"

The younger mutt shook his head sighing. "I still apparently have a lot to learn about living with humans and being on a leash" he growled. "Ya'know sometimes I miss the streets...the adventure...the excitement. Day after day of not always knowing what to expect and something wonderful just around the bend. No one telling you what to do....I really do miss it."

Tramps eyes had wandered off following a squirrel in a nearby tree that had scurried up the base and into it's snug hole where the trunk of the tree and a large branch met together to form an arch. He didn't have to look to know that the bloodhound was studying him closely, probably at any moment ready to tell him how wrong he was.

However he was a little surprised when Trusty remained silent for a few moments saying absolutely nothing.

"It's just hard sometimes and boring being stuck in a place where humans dictate everything I do" he added in nearly a whisper, his ears drooping over themselves in shame. "If the best dogs are supposed to be mans best friend....then...what kind of a dog am I?"

At this Trusty hemmed moving himself to face him...the blue rug which he slept on scraping along the wood along the porch.

"But you made the choice to leave that'll behind for Lady. You love her...."

Tramp inclined his head silently not really trusting himself to speak. "W'elll as my grand pappy ol reliable use to say......don't recollect as I've ever mentioned ol reliable before?"

Tramp laughed. "I don't think I've heard about him" he admitted. He half expected his friend to go into a stuttering fit and then forget.

"Ol reliable used to say.....yes he'd say ya can take the dog out of the wild, but ya can't take the wild out of the dog. Sometimes I wish I could go back and see them years gone by when I ran free. Sometimes being cooped up here is lonely even with Jock" the dog admitted his wrinkled eyes gazing off happily into space. "I sure was a wild one. But ya'know I always like to think of myself as lucky."

Tramp could hardly believe his ears. Turning to face his friend he looked into his eyes almost in utter disbelief.

"W...wait...you were once like me? You were collar free?"

The old bloodhounds ears flopped against his head. "Yep...I was."

"I was a legend much like I think you are....except for a very different reason" Trusty admitted raising his eyebrows. "Used to call me the milk pup heh....funny I had almost forgotten."

Intrigued the mutt frowned uncertainly at the bloodhounds remark tilting his head his ears twitching as he tried to make sense of what Trusty was saying.

"Forgive me friend...but what do you mean? I'm not following ya on this one and frankly I'm a bit lost" Tramp growled wagging his tail. "Why were you called milk pup?"

Trusty looked down at his paws his expression scrunched as if he was thinking really hard about something and the dimples in his cheeks were turning a dark red. Finally he looked up at Tramp again his whole demeanor changed and casual, drool dripping from his chin.

"Hmmmwellll....if ya want I can show you why. All ya have to do is face away from me and let me do the rest."

"But why do you want to greet me" Tramp asked unable to understand why the bloodhound wanted him to turn around. "We've been talking already."

Trustys' smile broadened considerably as he stood up slowly licking his lips. "This isn't exactly what you'd call a greeting...but I promise you'll like it Tramp."

"Okay" the tramp chuckled turning his rear end towards the older dog. "Have it your way..."

Trusty couldn't believe his luck. For the first time in forever an opportunity had presented itself to him. Already he could see all of the smaller mutt before him, still unsuspecting of what he had in store for him. Padding over he slowly leaned down and inched his nose closer and closer to the place under Tramps bushy tail inhaling deeply the wild tantalizing aroma of the younger canines scent. With an inward chuckle he spotted that ring of muscle clearly defined and unused waiting to be explored and without further delay he flicked out his tongue in a long slow deliberate lick, his thick wet tongue traveling up from the edge of Tramps sheath, up to lift the two dangling grey orbs about before gently brushing against that beckoning opening which winking furiously at the sudden attention.

Tramp jerked looking back over his shoulder an expression of total bewilderment apparent on his face.

"W...w...w what are you doing!?"

Trusty chuckled lightly at the other males response backing away from him for a moment.

"I was pleasuring you puppy" he said giving the mutt a light hearted smirk. "From the looks of things you seemed to enjoy it."

"But...but this is wrong...I mean....you used to do this?"

Trusty nodded his smile fading a little and becoming serious.

"It was probably wrong of me not to warn you first...an if'n ya don't want me to continue then I understand."

Tramp thought about it for a minute weighing his options.

If anyone had seen what had just happened he knew that he'd never hear the end of it. He knew that he shouldn't be like this...thinking like this. And yet.....he felt like he wanted this, needed this. It was something new, something exciting, something that felt dangerous and thrilling and ...he had enjoyed it.

"Nah pal...I liked it" Tramp said smiling and shivering slightly at the thought. "I just wasn't prepared for that is all."

The bloodhound eyed him thoughtfully. "You sure?"

Tramp bent down bringing his rear further up into the air, presenting it openly towards the other dog. "I am...honest! By all means continue..."

The hound grinned in what could've been taken as a seductive way saddling over again to sit behind Tramp. "Okay...that's all I needed to hear."

Trusty found it amusing how the mutts small tail flicked with anticipation staying up and open to him as he gently touched his nose to the pink skin beneath it. He heard Tramp shudder as his skin moved and clenched. Heh! Just wait until I get started on him the bloodhound thought inwardly licking his lips. Slowly he began dragging his tongue along the moving quivering flesh, then making up his mind he pushed his tongue inside Tramps ass earning a gasp from the other canine as he swirled his tongue around inside the tight passage.

Tramp on the other paw had no idea what was going on. All he knew was that whatever it was, he liked it!

He could feel Trustys' strong muscle slipping deeper and deeper inside of him massaging everything that it came in contact with until it suddenly dug lower and struck something that made him yip and pant in utter bliss. His penis which had been previously hidden safely in his furry sheath had now peeked it's head out, quickly emerging from it's home between his legs to the cooler afternoon air.

"Oh! Trusty!" he gasped as he felt a huge paw reach between his hind legs and stroke his cock running soft slick paw pads along the underside of his pulsing throbbing organ. Pre dripped onto the wooden planks of the porch beneath them and drool ran freely from Tramps muzzle as he moaned.

He could feel everything, pleasure thundering through every molecule of his body as Trustys' tongue slipped from his ass the paw that had been stroking him carefully prying back his sheath and slipping behind his knot and directing his cock back behind his legs like it would've been had he been tied. Soon he felt the warm, wet, sticky inside of Trustys mouth envelop his expanding member...the bloodhounds tongue snaking around the tip and kneading over the slit before Trusty moved up holding Tramp firm with his paws and slurping on the underside of his forming knot.

"Nnnnggggaahh!! T...Trusty....so good! Ahhhh! Naaahahhh! Gggggeeehhhh! I'm....I'm ohhhh! I'm close!!"

Tramp couldn't speak anymore finding his hips thrusting back against that glorious tongue his eyes closed tightly as his balls tensed closer to his body and a familiar light feeling grew near the base of his stomach. His mind was an addled mess, his only thought was to do what nature required of him and what Trusty required of him. Then it started, every bit of him tensed up and his cock became almost unbearably stiff, jerking and dripping long thin streams of pre as he was thrown over the edge, lost to pleasure as his balls bounced and thick potent ropes of canine jizz leap from his pumping shaft to splatter along Trustys muzzle, some reaching the floor between them.

He felt light headed and powerful and helpless all at the same time as he continued to unload his fuzzy balls panting and whimpering as he erupted a constant fountain of sperm, his legs shaky, his body on the verge of giving out and then he collapsed panting and whining softly in a lusty contented heap of afterglow.

"Mmm now I know why they called ya milk pup" he laughed breathlessly looking up at the smiling bloodhound. "Did I taste okay?"

"Heh and I thought I was the naughty one!" Trusty said giggling in his deep rumbling voice and licking away the last remnants of doggy cum from his muzzle. "Ya tasted great to me kid. Quite the load those pup makers of yours can dish out ha ha!"

"I guess" Tramp said grinning and still slightly dazed. "After that...I actually could be happy taking a nap" he growl blearily staggering to his paws. "Bet yours can put out more than mine can. Perhaps I could return the favor sometime."

Trusty shook his head slowly. "Maybe but not right now kid....this dog is doggone tired" he huffed flopping back down on the porch and smiling happily. "Hope ya enjoyed being milked."

Tramp licked his lips and nodded his cock only just receding back into his sheath.

" Trust me Trusty...if ever you're up for more of that...I'd love to explore further with ya friend.!" He slowly made his way down the steps and was nearly to the gate when he heard the bloodhound's voice following him as he made his way back to Lady, their pups and the Darlings.

"Remember....as ol reliable would say...you can take the dog outta the wild, but you can't take the wild out of the dog....."

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Seeing two grown dogs talking was very commonplace for a pup especially when it was talking about old times, or kids these days or which dog food tasted the best. On occasion hearing the grownups share information about where the best hiding places for a store of bones was normal. However...what he had just seen both Trusty and his father doing together on that porch had sparked his curiosity to new heights about the life of the adults.

Scamp was even more restless than he had been. One moment the two canines had been talking...the next....well he had no idea what had happened.

He had been utterly astounded to see his father...a dog who he looked up and exhibited nothing but confidence and strength reduced to whimpering and whining just because of the way that Trusty had licked him.

At first Scamp had been tempted to run and get help thinking that in some way the bloodhound had been hurting Tramp. However soon it became apparent that in some strange way his father had liked what Trusty had done to him. Maybe even thoroughly enjoyed it. He'd never seen his father drool so much and seeing him so aroused....the pup couldn't help but shiver as a chill ran through him.

He'd heard about sex before and the act of mating but could you pleasure yourself? Was it possible?

Questions raced through his young mind as he left racing back towards home turning in and leaping through the doggy door and snagging one of his hind legs on the bottom before unceremoniously stumbling and somersaulting, crashing into the underside of the stairs with an oof.

His world was spinning upside down images merging together, the ceiling, the door, the hallway, the table with the clock as well as three sets of happy and mischievous eyes staring down at him. Perfect, Danielle, Annette and Collette all sitting there ready to spout off how silly it was that he had tripped! Just perfect. Quick as he could he struggled to sit up grunting slightly as his vision started to steady. And as if on queue all three of his sister began their chatter.

"Serves him right!" Danielle nearly shouted with glee swishing her ears and nearly whacking one of her sisters in the face.

"Simply incorrigible" Annette stated matter of factly barely avoiding her sisters wild fuzzy ears.

"Scamp...you should know better than to come flying in here like a racehorse" Collette growled in the most demeaning tone she could muster. "Besides its not like you're playing a game or like anything is after you."

All three of them sat giggling as he finally was able to stand and give himself a shake.

"Well you three should get a life" he muttered in annoyance stumbling over and sitting down before them. "Its bad enough that you guys never do anything exciting at all or want to play or do dog stuff."

Collette usually the leader out of the three shook her head and scoffed growling at him. "Just because we're dogs doesn't mean that we have to act like mongrels. Mother says that you can still walk and get to where you're going and besides that we're not allowed to run indoors" she said warming to her theme. Scamp could hardly stomach his sisters' prudent prissy air at the best of times let alone with a headache that felt like it would explode especially when his imagination was filled with things that he didn't fully understand.

Against his better judgment he padded closer and glared at them his hackles raised slightly. "At least I'm not a puppet on a string with mother thinking for me...at least I've experienced things, been on the streets, felt what it's like to be a real dog, wild and free! None of you could ever dream of doing something like that on your own without mom there to hold your paw."

"Well it's because we're not stupid. We know our place...and we didn't have to leave and get lost in a junkyard to find that out like you" Collette huffed standing and putting her nose in the air. "Come on girls...we don't need this!"

With that she waltzed out of the room never lowering her nose and causing Scamp to wonder how she still hadn't managed to get a crick in her neck from keeping it up at such a high angle for so long.

"Hee hee Yeah!!!!!" Danielle sputtered her hind legs flying and propelling her after her sister as always her obnoxious loud chuckles still audible from the next room.

Surprisingly though Annette stayed put her ears down and eyes on the floor and her tail thwacking softly against the carpeted floor in what looked to be slow nervous wags.

Scamp was a little taken aback that she hadn't just followed her sisters just as she always had in the past. In fact it was highly abnormal that she was being silent at all or not calling to them to come back and pester him more. Tilting his head to one side he got to his paws uncertainly looking her over carefully half expecting her to snap into some kind of prank that he couldn't read yet.. Yet none of her body signals told him that his guess was accurate or that she had anything prepared for him in her scheming mind.

"So what's up? Why are you still here?" he asked incredulously? "Is something wrong or have you not quite registered that your pack has left the area and you're here alone with me...your least favorite person in the family?"

Annette for her part cleared her throat apparently well aware of her strange out of the norm behavior however whatever was on her mind she seemed determined to spit it out. Finally after a couple of moments she spoke.

"So....I've been meaning to ask you....how was life...as a free dog...in the.....in the junkyard?"

Her eyes swung up to his with a worried expression as if she had just said something terrible. She looked very much like he himself did every time the Darlings mentioned a bath save for the small flicker of interest that was growing in her wide brown eyes.

"Wait a moment....let me get this straight. You want me to tell you about the junkyard" he growled in disbelief? "Why?"

Annette avoided his gaze ducking her head down her fluffy ears folding over her face in embarrassment.

"I don't know....I just think that it's in it's own way neat that you lived there with 'wild' dogs. That you saw where our dad came from....and that you escaped the pound."

"Well to tell you the truth....if it weren't for pop I probably would've died. The humans put me in kennel with Reggie...that big ugly bulldog mix that I've told you about before. It was fun though besides that. I got to stay up late! Chase cats! Dig up bones. And Mooch, Sparky and Francois always were good for a laugh" he growled wagging his tail.

Annette actually smiled. "It sounds like it would be awesome living like that even 'if' that life isn't as clean as here is."

"Oh yeah. Heh.....oh and there was this one mongrel named Scratchy who couldn't ever stop itching" Scamp chuckled flicking his paw in utter amusement. "He sometimes seriously would start scooting around on his rump trying to scratch the places he couldn't reach right in the middle of talking to someone! He usually had so much of his fur falling out that he left clumps of hair behind him."

Annette started to giggle and then laugh heartily her high voice joining him as they both enjoyed the comical mental image of the hapless mangy dog trying to relieve himself from relentless fleas sabotaging his coat.

"Ha ha! Really!? That's hysterical!" she chortled a big grin plastered on her face. "And what of the lady dogs there? What were they like? Did they think you were cute?"

Scamp gulped trying to remain casual when really he shivered slightly his fur growing hot as he remembered Ruby the Afghan Hound who constantly had had something to say about his father and at other times would stare at him as if he were her new obsession.

"Well not many ladies there....maybe one or two besides Angel" he admitted trying to hide his true feelings.

"Well fair enough...keep your secrets if you must" she said smirking. "But I can tell you aren't telling me everything."

Scamps ears lay flat against his head. Caught! "Yeah...."

"Speaking of having fun and staying up late" she growled raising an eyebrow "I might be doing some of that myself tonight after the others are asleep and out cold of course."

Scamp scratched at one of his ears not entirely sure that he had heard her right.

"Oh? You are?"

"Yep" she yipped excitedly before inching closer and lowering her voice. "Mother said something to herself that I don't think she meant for me to hear. Something about after the pups are asleep and something about dad."

His ears perked up at that surprised that his sister would be privy to something like she had just admitted. Licking his lips he lowered his voice, a playful note coloring it.

"And how is it that you're always the one in on all the good stuff like that? I'd give anything to hear anything close to that."

"Well" she said giving him a play bow, her little tail wagging "I think it's because mother says that females mature faster than males do and that you shouldn't know about any of this kinda stuff until you are older."

Teasingly she batted at his face and stuck her tongue out at him.

"Oh really!"

Without warning he leapt at her and barreled her over earning a surprised yipe from her as she scrambled underneath him.

"Get offa me ya big oaf! I don't agree but it's what mother said."

Chuckling Scamp rolled over onto his back looking up at the ceiling. His mind was racing even more now with thoughts of sneaking out with his sister.

"So what do ya think mother was talking about? Do you think her and pop will...you know do it?" The cocker spaniel rolled over on her back as well laying out side by side with him.

"I don't know...maybe they will. I was wondering...that is.....would you perhaps....would you be interested in...maybe...

"You mean would I like to come with you and see what happens tonight" Scamp finished for her flashing her a grin. "Honestly I wouldn't miss it for the world!"

"Good" she growled jumping to her paws. "Stay awake tonight....I'll see ya then bro!"

She dashed off leaving Scamp to some very naughty interesting thoughts. The cogs in his head were spinning. It appeared that he wasn't the only one that had to conform and try to fit in with the rest of the family. He honestly never would've guessed that Annette was interested in his past experiences with the junkyard gang or that she enjoyed the idea of catching their mother and father together without them knowing. Could it be that he had somehow finally found a kindred spirit in her? Maybe she wasn't so bad and only followed along with her sisters to keep in the good graces of their mother when really the little cocker spaniel had a mind of her own.

It came as a shock but also made him feel better about his position. Maybe he could cope with the rules if every once in awhile he could find things in common with his family members. He squirmed and kicked at the wall gently with one of his hind legs, the anticipation gnawing at him from the inside like he would gnaw on a bone. He couldn't wait until night came! However he knew that he would have to until it was safe.

Just then he was startled out of his reverie as he turned in time to see his father slip through the doggy door and trudge past him.

"Hey whirlwind" he slurred his paws heavy with fatigue.

Before Scamp could reply his father disappeared down the hallway and through the living room. Maybe he could try talking to his dad about what he had seen...even though he would have to be careful. He didn't want to Tramp to know that he had been watching behind the wall while Trusty had been pleasuring him!

Without a second though he made his way to the living room arriving just in time to see the last visible flick of his fathers tail vanishing being a swinging door on the other side of the room east of the piano...his sisters bounding around and talking in excited animated voices. He was invisible much to his gratification....he was actually glad that they had no idea what he intended to do or why he was really following after his father.

Padding over he looked behind him one last time to see that none of the family were paying attention before he nudged the door open with his nose and slipped into the dimly lit room before the door swished shut behind him.

The back room was illuminated by a single hanging gas lamp positioned on the ceiling in a round glass case surrounded by a iron bracer that ran in strange intricate patterns that held firm the light. A single table stood pushed into a corner, the space otherwise unoccupied by furniture or much else besides a portrait or two hanging evenly along one of the walls. His father lay sprawled on his back his head resting against one of the walls and his body spread and relaxed the sounds of his soft barely audible snoring rising up into the otherwise still atmosphere of the room.

Scamp sneered edging closer to the sleeping dog, closer to his goal....situating himself between the muscular hind legs and carefully easing his front paws over his fathers hips.

He watched silently for a few moments as the smooth fur rose and fell each line and shift of each muscle eminent with every breath not quite covering up the strong compact build of Tramp but highlighting each curve and dip of his body. There was no question that this was an alpha dog, one who had run with many a female in his prime, been a street legend and been partners with a dog like the notorious Buster. And as he suspected there amid the soft silky fur of his fathers belly was the smooth mound of fur that lay pronounced and obvious, the slit of the entrance showing a dark pink to contrast with light grey.

Scamp was on his haunches now leaning up and hovering near the edge of achieving what he had came for...a taste of his fathers most intimate parts. Butterflies swarmed in his young chest as he hesitated contemplating what he was doing. What if his father woke up and scolded him, berated him or even worse made him have a talk with his mother.

A chill of dread went down his spine and out to the tip of his tail. Was it worth risking something like that happening? He gulped, the musky masculine scent drifting up and filling his quivering nostrils made up his mind for him.

Ever so steady he leaned down slipping his tongue out past his teeth and lightly moving it over the warm slightly damp opening to his fathers privates, his tongue easing past the tight passage and into the older males' sheath. It tasted fleshy and warm and salty and .....very good.

Tramp twitched in his sleep his tongue drooling as he gasped bucked slightly starting something that Scamp had not intended.

His father's movement caused his still slick rear end to press up against Scamps crouch, remnants of Trusty's saliva sliding across his own sheath causing the puppy to gasp. He had never felt anything so good in all of his life and he looked down to find that the tip of his penis was touching the smooth slimy entrance of his fathers ass. An enticing warmth crept along his body, a hot flash growing inside the pit of his stomach as he pushed a little and moaned as the head of his little cock plunged into his fathers rear.

A long low howl escaped the bigger dog and a bit of Tramps cock slid free of it's prison beckoning the pup with the shiny flaming red vein skin jumping to attention as Scamp's body listened to instinct.

Furiously he started pounding his father and licking at his now preing shaft...his back hunched to give himself better mobility and his tongue lolling out one side of his mouth. He was no longer aware of his father...no longer worried about what consequence his actions would bring...he was ready and willing, throwing all caution to the wind as his lust drove him onward...that warm, wonderful feeling growing as with every thrust he felt himself inside of his father, the older dogs inner walls clenching around him rhythmically as if urging him on.

Tramp on the other paw had awoken...speared back into reality by his sons furious pounding under his tail. He felt a little pain but the pleasure far outweighed any discomfort he had. He arched his back gasping and writhing with pleasure bursting from that nub deep within as it was hammered again and again by his sons swollen cock. He found himself pushing back against his offspring and inching up the wall until he was leaning most of his back against it for support, his body wracked with waves of bursting mind shattering bliss.

Scamp felt a big paw on the back of his head rubbing the fur along his scruff as he licked the tip of his fathers growing dick, the shaft bobbing wildly as he licked at it's underside. Now he knew why his father had been helpless to this feeling. He was now just as much if not more so whimpering and gasping as his balls began to jump against his body. Above him his fathers deep voice came out in wispy, husky sentences that broke and fought for understanding. "Ohhhh that's it Scamp! Nnnnnnaww! Good boy!!! Sooo.....gaaahhh! Pound me!"

And pound he did.

All at once he felt a rocket of pure energy surge through him....the feeling indescribable, the sensations rolling and bashing his mind into a lost mess of rutting as he came hard howling as his essence jetted from his cock launching his seed deep inside of his father as well as painting a thin line of his cum along his ass.

Driven by his orgasm and the primal need to further pleasure his father Scamp resumed licking along his fathers cock earning gasps and moans from the bigger male. After about a minute he could feel his fathers body tense up...then his large organ spasmed showering a thick torrent of sperm all over him , the sticky gooey mess oozing from his tip and shooting all over Scamps face and neck before both of them collapsed together in a tired contented heap of fur and cum.

"Pop.....you aren't mad at me ...are you" Scamp whimpered softly as he looked up into Tramps eyes?

"No son...I'm not mad. I am a little frustrated that you didn't feel you could come to me so that we could talk about this first. Are you okay?"

Scamp nuzzled his head into his fathers soft silky smooth chest yawning. "Never felt better dad."

Soon he was sound asleep his breath tickling the hairs along Tramps neck. The proud father watched his son with mild amusement before shaking his head and settling down to drift off as well, the two of them soon finding peace and comfort in each other.....

The house was dark and accessible only to those whose eyes could change with the coming blackness of night. Crickets outside played a lilting symphony as a kind and soft lullaby for those lost to dreams as well as others soon to join them in unconscious rest. Lady had come and woken Tramp from his slumber motioning for him to follow her before padding quietly from the room. Quickly he had followed, jumping up to walk slowly behind her, allowing her scent to lead him through the darkness and to the waiting doggy door to the midnight world beyond.

They walked across that bridge they had traversed so long ago it seemed to a grassy hill overlooking the small town in all of it's glory, pinpricks of light glimmering above them in the distant star swept heavens. As they settled down near each other Lady laid her head gently against his shoulder, the fur where his met hers alive with a thousand sparks of electric current just as it had been two years before.

"Tramp....I know I've been distant but I hope you know I've had our pups best interest at heart. I hope you aren't too restless with me not having as much time to give us like I used to."

"Ah...pidge" Tramp sighed. "It's okay...I know you're busy and we both knew that we would be. Raising a family takes hard work but there's never been a doubt in my mind kid you're a wonderful mother" he whispered nuzzling her and licking along her neck. "I love you perhaps even more than when we first met."

"And I love you more and more with each passing day."

Lady leaned up and their muzzles met her tongue arching into his and past it tasting him as he did the same...savoring her and moving his lips with hers in a dance as old as time itself that both of them knew very well.

Moonlight streamed down on them bringing to light the thin line of drool that connected them as they parted both breathing heavily before Lady stood arching her body in a seductive way, her post copulatory juices leaking from her love canal wetting the ground. "Tramp...please love me tonight. It's been so long" she nearly pleaded.

In the blink of an eye he was there tasting her wild tang with his tongue, the spicy fragrance nearly driving him insane with wanton need. She crouched low and he boarded her like a boat that would sail out into an ocean with no beginning and no end, their only lifeline to shore the pleasure that they shared together.

With a gentle push forward he was in hilted deep within her, their voices chorusing together on that first wave of ecstasy. Her wet folds massaged him, stroked him, bathed him in her, their physical beings merging to form one as again he slipped from her to thrust once more causing her back legs to leave the ground with the mere force of his motion.

Both were lost together and yet found in each other, both caught and stuck in a rut only to be pulled back from it, saved by the grace that was theirs and the perfection of their union together.

Together they came washing away their doubts and worries, their cares and concerns. Their love cared them higher...to a safe haven along waves of pleasure and intimacy that shook them both to their very cores.

Tramp gasped emptying his balls into her body while she in turn coated his nether regions with her slick sticky cummy fluids. They changed each other, enhanced each other as once again he started pounding away and both howled out to the moon and the world their song of passion, of longing and being complete at last. Together they came a second time gasping and moaning in their last primal dance before Tramp dismounted panting with an exhausted but happy grin on his face.

Lady kissed him and together they made their way through the park along familiar paths leaving behind two pups hidden from view in the bushes wide eyed and giddy with what they had witnessed......