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Angel hopped down from the boxes, finally coming back down to earth. She'd been lost in the rooftop world of cats for over an hour, with Max. The large Maine Coon had tried his best to end the itch that still boiled deep inside the young Pomeranian, and to be fair, he'd quelled her heat on twelve separate occasions in unbelievably short order. Up on the roof, she'd spent more time than not shuddering mindlessly beneath her old friend, her brain erupting in a flash of lights and stars, oblivious to the ring of curious cats.

It's like they've never seen a cat and dog fucking, she thought wryly to herself.

Every time, the itch came back. Could her body tell that the warm, creamy cum couldn't knock her up? Her first heat had ended unceremoniously as suddenly as it had begun, and Angel had taken care to avoid any of the male junkyard dogs during the week. This, her second season, was infectious. She'd already spent the last two days lapping at her swollen pussy, helpless to stop the fire.

In the junkyard, she'd known that eventually she'd give in to Buster's flirting and get nice and fat with his pups. Then, after moving in with Scamp, she'd known she was going to give herself to her one true love. Her body disagreed. Scamp was still too young to understand what was happening to her, so her boyfriend (fiancee?) was useless.

No, it had had to be Max. He'd never tell Scamp what had happened, and the other cats who had watched had no reason to tell. Her mission was simple: find Max, let him fuck her senseless, get over her heat and return home as if nothing had happened.

Well, the first two steps had gone swimmingly. She'd seen dogs mating before, of course, but actually doing it was another thing entirely. The things Max did to her...could not be described. She certainly hadn't wanted to lose her virginity while cheating on her boyfriend, but boy, what a way to lose your cherry!

Sorry, Maxie, she thought, frowning, as she walked away from his alley. I wish I could be the girl you always wanted. But I need more than you can offer. I need a father, mother, siblings...sons and daughters. She was just using him; he knew, but didn't care. Leaving the rooftop must have broken his heart a second time, but she didn't look back. It was for the best.

If only it had worked, she groaned, clenching her dripping, worn out pussy. Now, to find Danielle and head home. Maybe she could hide from Tramp in the bathtub for the next few days. That last thing she needed was to alienate the only father she'd ever known. Her nose wasn't great, but she was able to pick up Danielle's scent. The Cocker Spaniel was deeper in heat than Angel, and the Pomeranian was certain it was the puppy's first time.

If I can smell her, so can every stud dog that's passed this way in the last hour. Angel picked her way carefully, knowing that a pack of horny dogs was just as dangerous to her as it was to Danielle.

"Hi, Angellllll!"

Angel jumped three feet in the air, every hair standing on end. There, right around the corner, stood Danielle, beaming like a pup with a bone. Not far off, she thought, taking a quick sniff. Shaking herself off to restart her heart, she said, "Found somebody, huh?"

The Cocker Spaniel cocked her head, ears flopping. "Yeah, I found you!"

Angel groaned. "I mean you found a male to help you out. I can smell him on you. You're sure he wasn't a dog?"

"Oh, no. He was a nice rat named Pedro!"

"A rat??"

She nodded, flopping her ears so wildly that Angel had to step back or get hit. "He bred me just like you said. Three times! You didn't say it would feel so good!"

Only three times in an hour? Max was four times the man of this 'rat'. "Do you feel better now?"

"Yeah, the itch is gone, just like you said!"

"Good," Angel said, but she couldn't hide her irritance that her own heat was still roaring strong. Luckily, Danielle wasn't likely to pick up on subtle nuances. "We've got to get back home, Danielle. Before any dogs find us, okay?"

"Sure."

"Follow me," Angel said, starting home. She sure doesn't smell like rat...

* * * * *

Buster had been waiting far too long. He didn't know where his bitch had gone, but he knew where she'd return to eventually. He paced in the alley across from the Tramp's house, watching for any movement. Tramp had been gone for over an hour now; wherever that damned mutt was, he was too far away to save his 'adopted daughter' a second time.

Where is she? That little whore was probably out lifting her tail for every dog she could find. He'd have to settle for sloppy seconds, or thirds, or fourths, but he would have her. That bitch was begging for it - she just couldn't admit to herself that what she really needed was a hefty dose of Dobie dick. Maybe she still had room for one or two of his puppies.

A flash of movement caught Buster's eye, but from the wrong direction. Tramp? No, it was that little black Scottish Terrier. He waddled up to the loose fencepost and squeezed through the hole. Buster grinned, knowing exactly what he'd find: Lady tied to a doghouse, dripping in Buster's cum.

Or worse. The Doberman had left the gate to the kennel wide open. Any passing dog might have sniffed the ovulating Cocker Spaniel out and jumped the fence for a special prize. He felt his cock stir just thinking about it. The little black yapper might have just walked in on his old friend getting hammered by some flea-ridden mutt. That little bitch deserved everything she got.

His dick throbbed now. If only I had a little golden bitch to plug! She had to come back eventually, didn't she?

Buster's patience finally paid off five minutes later. His ears perked up to the pitter-patter of little paws in the alley behind him. Ducking behind some trash cans, he waited until he spied her, yellow fur flying. Angel was panting - she and her little friend had been running hard for what looked like several minutes. Buster grinned - he could cover eight of her steps in one of his own when she wasn't already exhausted. Too easy - like fucking puppies full of babies. He'd never been good at metaphor.

He grinned, knocking over the large, metal bin just as the two little ladies were going to run by. Angel jumped backwards, tail standing straight out, even fluffier than normal. The spaniel, however, just ran headfirst into the trash can.

"Buster!" Angel yelped, trying to dart backwards. Buster grinned, casually grabbing the Pomeranian's red collar with his teeth and lifting her off the ground. "Danielle, run!" she shouted, kicking and flailing in the air.

But the dazed puppy was still stumbling around, walking in circles. Who would have thought that a brain injury would have any impact on her? Buster saw a row of nails sticking out of the plaster in a nearby wall at about eye level, and swung Angel over to it, tucking her collar around the peg. The small dog hung limply from the wall, kicking and yelping to no avail.

He turned his sights on 'Danielle'. Considering her breed, the Doberman was all but certain this was one of Tramp's daughters. She looked the spitting image of her bitch of a mother, and only a passing sniff confirmed that like Lady, Danielle was also in heat. Maybe he could fuck two birds with one stone.

"Danielle!" Angel warned again, but it was too late. A second later, both puppies were dangling from nails on the wall.

"Well how 'bout this," Buster began, looking over his two pretty captives. "I knew you'd come back ta me, Angel."

"I didn't! Let me go!" she shouted. "Help!"

"Hush," he barked, adding, "Or you know what'll I'll do ta your little friend, here."

That shut her up, he thought, satisfied. "Don't play so hard ta get, Angel, I know you want it. I kin smell it." He looked over the two girls, hanging helplessly by their collars, hind legs dangling in the air. Danielle's stubby tail left nothing to the imagination, her swollen pussy plainly visible and dripping a small amount of musky seed. Angel had curled her large tail up between her legs, but Buster easily pulled it aside with a paw, getting an eyeful of the prize he had waited so long for so long to claim.

Her pink, y-shaped mound clenched up when the warm air touched it, a thin dribble of white leaking out. Fucking slut, he thought. Whatever had done this to her, he couldn't recognize. He shoved his large, wet nose up against her and took a deep whiff, enjoying the spicy scent. "Sometimes I wonder if ya forget that you're my girl, Angel."

"I'm not your girl..." she complained predictably. He ignored it as always.

Instead, Buster turned to Danielle, shoving his nose against her twat. The puppy actually began giggling, kicking her feet and whining, "Hee hee, that's cold!"

"Chihuahua," he said dryly, identifying the stench that covered the Cocker Spaniel's rump. "Why settle when ya kin have a real male, like me?"

"You...you wanna breed me?" Danielle said, the stump she called a tail starting to twitch, then wave, then wag.

This is going to be easier than I thought! "Yeah, girl. You can be an appetizer before my..." he glanced at Angel as he continued, "...main course."

"No, Danielle!"

The Cocker Spaniel whimpered at her adoptive sister. "I know, he's a dog...but I'm not so sure having puppies delivered in the mail would be such a bad thing," she said reasonably, to two dumbfounded looks. Before they could question her, she continued, gazing down between Buster's legs, "Besides, look at that thing!"

Buster sat down to give both girls a nice, good look at his growing cock, already half out of his caramel-colored sheath. He smiled at Danielle, saying, "See, this girl can't wait to get this dick inside her."

Angel groaned. "That's reassuring."

Gently, Buster picked the Cocker Spaniel up by the collar, dropping her onto the ground in front of him. Her eyes went wide, now face to face with his monstrous organ. "This is almost as big as Mr. Chihuahua himself!"

"Run, you stupid...idiot!" Angel shouted, but Danielle stayed put, tossing her head in the air snootily, like she'd seen her sisters do time and time again. She trotted up to Buster's cock, licking the tip without hesitation.

"Ah, that's a good girl," Buster groaned, grabbing Danielle's head with one paw and shoving her face against the side of his slippery dick. She turned her head, slurping along the side, tail still wagging.

"Are you going to breed me now?" she asked, cocking her head.

Buster laughed. "You don't fuck around the bush, do you! Okay, may as well get the balls rolling." Tucking a claw under her collar, he spun the eager spaniel around, sliding his other paw underneath her and lifting her rump up. Even with half her body dangling in the air beneath him, her stubby tail kept wagging.

Angel watched with wide eyes, getting a preview of what was about to happen to her, too. Buster grinned at the Pomeranian, not even looking at Danielle as he lowered his hips to meet her. For her part, the Cocker Spaniel shivered, lifting her tiny tail and gasping, "Make me your bitch!"

Angel blinked, and under her breath, Buster heard her say, "Knew I shouldn't have taken her with me."

Buster groaned at his wet dick pressed up against Danielle's hot cunt. First Tramp's wife, then his daughter, and next his daughter-in-law. Not bad for a single day! He bucked forward gently, squeezing the very tip between her folds. She wasn't a virgin, but she may as well have been for all that the Chihuahua had stretched her out. At least he'd left the girl well-lubricated.

"Unf!" he grunted. Angel winced as the massive Doberman pierced the half-grown puppy, making Danielle squeal.

"...So...big!" she moaned, hind legs splayed wide.

Buster stood on three paws, lifting her with the fourth to meet his pumping dick. Her oversized snatch slurped around his cock, stretching a surprising amount. Still, he had plenty to go. He humped forward again, splitting her farther. "Take it all!" he demanded.

"Ohhhh, don't stop!" she whined, the bulge of his cock sending her into rolling spasms. She rocked her hips weakly in the air, completely at the big, black dog's mercy.

Mercy wasn't Buster's strong suit. He jabbed forward, ramming another three inches into the small dog. He had to get all the way in as soon as possible, or he'd never be able to knot the bitch. She tried her best to help, pushing off the ground with her little front paws, but it was ultimately up to Buster. "Brace yourself!" he growled.

Thrust! He launched his hips forward at the same time he dragged Danielle back, the sheer viciousness of his effort powering through. The puppy's tight cavern gave way to him, streeeeeetching wide around his monstrous dick until his tip squeezed painfully up against her innermost wall. Danielle whimpered wordlessly, finally hilted to the large stud.

Watching, Angel's mouth was wide open, ears flat. "Buster, you can't mean to -"

"Oh yes I do!" he groaned, humping his hips reflexively. The little dog rocked back and forth beneath him, feeling his balls swing like pendulums into her soft, brown thighs. He could already feel his knot swelling - soon his cock would be half the Cocker Spaniel's size!

"You'll never fit!" Angel protested.

But Danielle didn't seem to mind one bit, tiny hips flying up and down as her heat-swollen mound slowly grew. "Oh, gosh!" she whined. "Gosh, golly!"

She was like an extension of his cock, a furry condom with a tight, wet center. Buster gritted his teeth, feeling his balls tense up. Can't last much longer... He glanced over at Angel, who was watching with a strange mix of fascination and horror. He followed her eyes down to his dick. His enormous knot was inflating the girl's pussy like a grapefruit, the huge bulge lewdly sticking out beneath her little tail.

Looking at Angel's face was too much for the Doberman. Just the thought of stretching that flirty slut's little pink spade made him shudder and splurt! into his little appetizer. Danielle was ready for him, her whole body spasming around him as he dumped his load straight into her tight little womb. The Chihuahua had nothing on Buster's hefty balls, even though he'd already spent himself on Lady. The little ratdog might have had first crack at the dumb bitch, but Buster would be astonished if the girl's soon-to-be-conceived pups weren't mostly his.

"Oh...fuck me!" Danielle whimpered, her belly swelling with his seed. She shuddered and moaned, and clenched down around him, full to bursting.

Angel had her eyes clenched shut, looking away from the mess. Oh well, he thought. She won't be able to ignore me for much longer. Buster grunted and enjoyed his bitch, sending spurt after spurt into her greedy cunt.

When he was done, she was still shuddering, completely lost in bliss. How could Angel resist him after this? Buster sat down, letting Danielle collapse to the ground. Normally, he'd turn rump-to-rump, but the small bitch would just turn with him. Instead, he placed a heavy paw on her back, enjoying her quivering orgasm.

Panting and gasping for breath minutes later, Danielle finally managed to say, "Please don't tell Mom I swore!"

Buster couldn't help but chuckle. "I promise."

Angel hung on the wall quietly now, the fight all gone from her. Good, Buster thought. Maybe she's finally ready to accept her role. Minutes passed before his knot shrunk enough to wedge his way out of the little bitch, and when he finally tugged himself free, an absolute flood of fresh, bubbling cum gushed out of her onto the alley floor.

"Run along home, little bitch," Buster said simply.

Danielle looked up at her enormous mate, shivering. "Thanks, Buster. Do you know our address?"

Buster blinked. "What? Why?"

"To mail your puppies, of course!"

Buster cocked his head. What a strange little dog. "Don't worry, you'll get 'em."

"Great!" she said, bounding off for home.

The Doberman turned to look triumphantly at the dangling Pomeranian. She glared at him, her tail back between her legs. "Just what we need," she said. "More, stupider little Busters."

"You put on a good show, you know that?" Buster growled. "But you saw what I did to that horny little bitch. She was begging for me. I know ya wannit, too."

"Go back to your junkyard, Buster; there are plenty of little whores that want to play your game. Not me. I want nothing to do with you!"

Buster turned around in a tight circle, looking around the dirty alley. She can't really want her storybook boring life, stuck in a house with some half-wit pup that doesn't know how to use his dick. "You can't argue with nature, baby. Ain't that right?" he barked loudly throughout the alley.

One by one, little heads popped up. Rats crawled out of the trash cans, ears raised to listen to the Doberman. Crows popped their heads over the gutters to look down at the two dogs. "She traded it all for a house and a collar," he explained to the vermin. "But it ain't too late. We can still convince her!" Music seemed to play, loud, low beats filling the air.

"Everybody get up!" a large, burly crow cawed down, high, sharp drumbeats adding in.

"Woo!" a rat called, leering at the dangling puppy.

"Everybody get up!" the crow repeated, flapping down to settle on a trash can.

"Hey hey hey!" two more rats joined in, bobbing their heads.

"Hey hey hey!"

"Hey hey hey!"

"Turn it up!" the crow called.

Buster was nodding his head to the music now, grinning at the pup. Cropped tail wagging, the Doberman began to sing, rats and crows crowding around.

"If you can't hear, what I'm tryin'a say,

if you can't read, from the same page,

maybe I'm goin' deaf,

maybe I'm goin' blind,

maybe I'm outta my mi-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ind!"

"Everybody get up!" cawed the crow.

Buster walked right up to the trembling puppy, his nose just inches from hers, and she turned away. The chorus of rats cheered and jeered, as Buster explained,

"Okay now they was close, tried to domesticate ya,

But you're an animal, baby it'sin your nature,

Just let me liberate cha, (Hey hey hey!)

You don' need newspapers, (Hey hey hey!)

Humans are not cho maker, (Hey hey hey!)"

The rats all lifted their little paws together, waving them left and right, while the crows hopped back and forth, tail feathers flying. The largest crow flew over beside Angel, resting on the nearby windowsill. She tried to turn away from the big, black bird, but that just made her look at Buster. He grinned, and sang.

"And that's why I'm goin' take a good girl!

I know you want it!"

Buster lowered his muzzle between Angel's legs, pushing her tail out of the way. The golden puppy squirmed in protest, but there was nothing she could do to stop his large, wet tongue from slurping up against her turgid mound.

"I know you want it!" the crow mimicked, his low voice ringing in Angel's ears as she gasped. Buster slathered her pussy, and to his delight, she moaned. Perhaps she's not as dead-set against me as I thought!

"I know you want it!" the chorus of rats agreed, whipping their tails in circles.

"(Woo!) You're a good girl!" the big dog said, pulling his tongue free of her delicious pussy.

Before Angel could react, Buster touched her nose with his paw, accusingly, singing.

"Can't let you keep acting; (Yeah-eah!)

You try to attract me, (Alri-i-ight!)

then bitch when I'm asking! (Woo!)

I hate these blurred lines!"

Pulling her head back from his paw, Angel shook her head furiously, still denying everything. That flirty little whore spent the first year of her life coming on to Buster, then when her heat finally arrived, she pretended it was all an act. Was he supposed to listen to her body, or her mouth? If I just prime her body the right way, her mouth will step in line.

"I know you want it!" Buster sang, stepping forward to grab the Pomeranian's collar in his teeth.

"I know you want it!" the crow crowed, flapping his wings eagerly at the show.

"I know you want it!" the rats all cheered, dancing around as Angel fell plop! to the ground.

Angel glanced left and right, but the large rats were spread all the way around her now, blocking off any avenue of escape. She looked up with wide eyes at Buster standing over her, trembling as he sang.

"But you're a good girl!

The way you grab me,

must wanna get nasty,

go 'head get at me!"

"Everybody get up!" the crow bellowed, to another whoop from the rats.

Buster edged forward, shoving his erection in Angel's face. He knew from experience now that she was a world-class cock-sucker. But still she refused his friendly offer. He was making progress, though, he could tell.

"What do they make dreams for?

When you got your heat on,

I know I've said this before -" he sang, the rats moving close, joining him to sing.

"You're the hottest bitch in this town!"

Angel jumped backwards, running into one of the rats. While she was still distracted, Buster swooped forward, lifting her chin with his paw and pushing her onto her back. She lay dazed for a moment too long, before the Doberman's paw came down on her chest.

"I feel so lucky, (Hey hey hey!)

you wanna fuck me, (Hey hey hey!)

my horny puppy! (Hey hey hey!)"

"Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey!" warbled another crow.

Angel struggled against his paw, shaking her head back and forth, but he knew better. She just didn't know what she was missing. He just had to give her a taste... Grinning, he lowered his hips to the prone puppy, heavy dick swaying on its approach to her burning pussy. The rats and crows cheered him on at every step.

"Okay now they was close, tried to domesticate ya,

But you're an animal, baby it's in your nature,

Just let me liberate cha, (Hey hey hey!)

You don' need newspapers, (Hey hey hey!)

Humans are not cho maker, (Hey hey hey!)"

Angel whimpered on her back, "No..." as the big, black dog grinded his dick against her aching opening. Buster knew better. The Pomeranian was wild through and through, trapped in that damned house just like Tramp. He couldn't help Tramp, but he could set Angel free. Licking his lips, Buster sang.

"And that's why I'm goin' fuck a good girl!" Buster snapped his mouth closed, launching his hips forward to finally, finally making her his bitch. Her high-pitched yelp! just seemed to fit into the cheerful music.

"I know you want it!" the rats sang in lieu of Buster, busy humping his way into Angel.

"I know you want it!" the low crow sang, flapping down to land just a few feet from Angel's head, leering down at her as she whimpered.

"I know you want it!" the rats exclaimed again, ignoring the way her claws dug into the earth beneath her and the tears in her eyes.

"(Woo!) You're a good girl!" the large crow praised, looking down into her face.

Buster was in heaven, ramming his dick in and out of her. Like Danielle, Angel was already slick with another male's cum, but she was as tight as a virgin. She was whimpering, but he knew better, and sure enough, when he'd lodged half his cock into her straining cunt, she couldn't hold back a breathy moan.

"No more pretending; (Yeah-eah!)

You were intending. (Alri-i-ight!)

I'm not offending! (Everybody get up!)

I hate these blurred lines!"

She was humping back now, just as he'd always known she would. She couldn't resist him! Why waste all time saying 'no', when she clearly needed him? Leaning forward, he grinned and whispered in her ear. "I knew you wanted it!"

The small, yellow dog whined, but didn't struggle, even as his growing knot kissed her swollen lips. He shoved it inside, and in seconds it would lock them together, but Angel just clenched down around him, shuddering. This is it! Buster thought. She's mine in body and mind!

"I hate them lines!" the crow cawed to her face, while the music kept playing and the rats cheered and danced.

She rocked her hips, moaning, but when she opened her mouth to speak, her words were the last thing he expected to hear. "I will never want this, you bastard!"

Buster's eyes flew open, his hackles raised. What the hell is wrong with her!? Growling, he pushed deeper, waiting for the base of his cock to tie him to the bitch. He would take her whether she wanted him or not, and maybe her puppies would be less stubborn than she was!

"BUSTER!"

The music stopped immediately, and the rats scrambled for safety, disappearing behind boxes and under doorways. The crows took off resentfully, leaving Buster and Angel alone in the alley to stare at the newcomer.

Tramp...

* * * * *

"Get off of her," Tramp spoke in a harsh whisper, his hackles raised and eyes narrowed. Twice in one day? He'd already saved the Pomeranian from Buster just an hour or so ago, and the Doberman was already back. I know what I have to do.

Buster was crouched over the one-and-a-half-year-old puppy, his thick cock spreading her wide. Tramp could see that Angel was instinctually humping back, but he'd heard what she'd said. Buster, apparently, thought 'no' meant 'yes', just because a bitch was in heat. He was swelling inside of her, and if the black dog didn't pull out now, that ship will have sailed. Tramp growled, "Get off of her, or I'll tear all the fur from your skin."

Buster growled, but he pulled away from her. Already his knot was sticking, but he pushed down on her with his massive paw, jerking back to rip free with a loud, wet, splop! "Run along, honey," he whispered to Angel. "I'll catch you later."

Angel didn't have to be told twice. She flipped over onto her feet and scrambled out of the alley toward the house. Tramp took a slow step toward his former friend. "I told you to stay away from her!"

"'Sa free country," Buster shrugged, not running away this time. "You saw her - she was whining for me."

"Just because she's in heat doesn't mean she wants your puppies, Buster. Now, look," Tramp said, taking a more even tone, "I've got a full house of girls, and soon enough, even my three daughters will be going into season."

Buster grinned, "Oh, I know."

"You aren't going to fuck any of them."

"I wouldn't bet on that," the Doberman replied.

This might be harder than I thought. Oh well, time to roll the dice. "Because I know what you really want," the Schnauzer-mix said, turning around with a flourish and raising his short, flag-like tail. Looking over his shoulder, he saw that Buster's jaw was dropped, eyes fixed on the grey dog's rump.

"Tramp??"

"I can't protect all my girls all the time. I know that. But as long as you promise never to chase them again, I don't see why we can't - *ahem* - continue where we left off," he said, shaking his hips back and forth.

The Doberman was speechless, his still-erect cock swelling even further. "You were the one that broke it off, gave it all up - gave me up - all for a home and that little, brown bitch."

Tramp turned back around to face Buster, picking his words carefully. "I love her. You were always my friend, but Pidge, she...she has a real big problem with promiscuity."

Buster shrugged. "It ain't like you bring the puppies home. And that's even less an issue between us."

"I know," Tramp agreed. "I thought I could do it, but let's just say you're not the only old friend I've run into today. As long as Lady never finds out, and you leave my family alone, I think I can set aside some time each day to...reconnect with my past."

"You know I won't tell," Buster agreed, stepping forward.

"Promise, Buster," Tramp growled.

"Fine," he whined. "I promise I ain't gonna fuck around with ya five bitches ever again. Even if they beg me."

"Good," Tramp said. This could work out the best for everyone. Wait, is that music? A sharp drum beat filled the air, and was that a cowbell?

"Now if ya done makin' demands of me," Buster grinned, as large black birds flew down from the rooftops to fly in circles around him, and rats began to emerge from the woodwork. "It's my turn," he laughed, jumping forward until he was nose-to-nose with his old friend and sang.

"One thing I ask of you,

let me be the one you back that ass up to.

We, are overdue for a fuck or two -"

Tramp interrupted, circling around the Doberman with an appraising eye, singing.

"(Yeah), have a bitch, but she ain't bad as you,

So, hit me up, when you're passin' through -"

Lifting a leg to show everything off to his old friend, the Doberman broke back into the song. The crows had landing on various windowsills, cheering, while the rats danced in a circle around the two dogs.

"I'll give you somethin' big enough to tear ya ass in two.

Them other bitches never knew you like I do."

Tramp got a good, long look at the fat cock he'd missed for so long. With effort, he tore his eyes away to keep circling Buster until he got an eyeful under his black, stubby tail. Twice now, Tramp had blue-balled the Doberman just as he was about to make a mother out of his adopted daughter; it was about time he let those large, swollen balls do their thing. He leaned forward and took a good, long, lick, while Buster moaned and sang.

"I mean it's almost unbearable.

In a hundred years not dare, would I,

chase a heat-filled bitch and pass you by.

Nothing' like your last girl, she too square for you.

She can't smack that ass or pull your hair like that."

Buster pulled away from his probing tongue. God, how I've missed his musky scent, Tramp thought, whining. The Doberman spun around, sitting in front of Tramp and gesturing toward his cock, singing. The rats echoed him.

"So I just watch (just watch!) and wait (and wait!),

for you to return but you didn't come.

Not many canines can refuse my pimpin'.

I'm a nice guy, but you don't wanna get on my bad side..."

Tramp crept forward on his belly, eyes transfixed on Buster's glistening, red rocket. He ignored the growing audience, licking his lips as he came within inches of his doggie treat. To an eruption of cheers, Tramp sank his muzzle down around the Doberman's cock.

Buster whined, singing.

"Suck it hard! Get down. Get up!

Do it like you did...like you did...

when we were just kids!"

The rats all sang, "Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey!"

Tramp slid his muzzle up and down hard on Buster's cock, remembering the first time he deep-throated the big Doberman, when they were still puppies. He'd coughed, then, but now he knew how to hold his breath and relax his throat. Holding his breath, he slammed his mouth down to the hilt, wrapping his lips around Buster's still-growing knot, feeling the pointy tip tickling the back of his throat.

Tramp was vaguely aware that one of the crows hand landed behind his raised rump, and was miming thrusting motions to the amusement of the crowd, but he didn't care.

"Everybody get up!" a low, booming voice echoed through the alley - another crow. Buster groaned, singing.

"Baby can you breathe? It's time to lift that tail up,

You've always wanted me-e; your wish is my commandment."

While the crow shouted, "Uh-huh!", Tramp whined and turned around obediently, belly still flat to the ground. Gritting his teeth, the grey mutt picked up his hind legs, lifting his trembling rump into the air in front of Buster.

Buster slammed his tongue forward, slurping into his tight, long-neglected tail hole. Just as quickly, he pulled free, and sang, "No more pretending!"

He took another lick while the rats chorused, "Hey hey hey!"

"Cause now you winning!" he added, taking a third, wet lick.

"Hey hey hey!"

"Here's our new beginning!" With that, the Doberman launched himself onto his grey bitch's back, singing triumphantly, "I always wanted a good girl!"

"Everybody get up!" the crow cawed, and the rats waved their arms in reply, watching the lewd display.

Tramp could hardly believe he was once again his his old lover's grasp, feeling the searing heat of Buster's cock rubbing up against the divot that was his tight tail hole. He knew his own cock was just as thick and full. He gritted his teeth, knowing what was about to happen.

But Buster wasn't done teasing yet. He whispered in Tramp's ear, in tune with the melody.

"I know you want it!"

And that is when Tramp noticed a pair of big, blue eyes looking at him from around the distance trash can, framed by golden fur. Angel... His adoptive daughter was watching with wide eyes as he lifted his rump obediently for the big Doberman (who'd almost raped her). What would she think if she knew how much I missed this? He had to make the young pup think that he was just doing this to protect his family.

Thankfully, she couldn't see his throbbing cock. But Buster wasn't making it any easier. He was humping short and fast now, rubbing his tip tantalizingly against the Schnauzer-mix's drool-covered backside, only to sing louder.

"So say you want it!" he growled demandingly, knocking at the door but refusing to push his way in. When Tramp refused to say any such thing in front of Angel, Buster tsked, sliding backwards until his swollen dick was barely resting on Tramp's taint. Fuck it, Tramp thought.

Angel or not, he needed this, so he whined, "Oh God, I want it!"

That was just what Buster wanted to hear. Whether he noticed Angel in the distance dropping her jaw, Tramp couldn't tell. All the big, black dog did was thrust forward, spreading his bitch's wet pucker wide in time to his next line, "You're a good girl!"

Tramp lost it, pushing backward and grinding his ass against that massive, pounding cock. Tossing his head back, Tramp let out a musical howl, singing.

"I cannot mask it,

can't move on past it;

you're so gigantic!"

Buster gave Tramp a dismissive lick on the cheek, proving just how large he was with another, harder thrust. Tramp whimpered as that fat, wet cock rammed in beneath his short tail, unable to keep himself from humping his hips like a bitch in heat. What is it about Buster that keeps me coming back to him, even when I can get every piece of tail in town? "Fuck me!" he howled.

"So much for blurred lines!" Buster hooted, to cheers from their audience. Except for Angel. Tramp opened one eye to glance her way, and sure enough, the little Pomeranian was watching, mouth open in apparent shock. If she tells Lady what she's seeing...

The large, fat crow waddled up to Tramp, reaching out with a wing to stroke his face, and sing, "Everybody get up!"

One by one, the horny rats and crows paired off, mounting each other even as Buster kept singing in Tramp's ear. "I know you want it!"

An orgy erupted around the two copulating dogs, rat on rat, rat on crow, crow on crow, and crow on rat, fur and feathers ruffled in the frantic lust. Tramp just moaned, bucking his hips beneath Buster, pre-cum dribbling down his cock onto the ground beneath him.

"I know you want it!" the Doberman repeated, grinding his thick, full knot against Tramp's stretched and aching tail hole.

Two crows wrestled just a foot in front of Tramp, each one aiming for the top spot, until one finally won, pinning the other down before pounding his tailfeathers. Tramp groaned, digging his claws into the dirt and pushing back hard. He'd managed Buster's knot hundreds of times in their youth - he could do it again.

"I know you want it!" Buster growled, frantic thrusts finally making some headway as he wedged half of his enormous knot in.

Tramp howled, "I'm a good girl!", ramming himself backward so hard that the rest of Buster's bulbis glandis sank in with a loud pop! Ass bulging, Tramp squeezed around the Doberman, pulling him ever deeper until his thick, veiny cock tickled his trembling prostate.

Now it was Buster's turn to whine.

"The way you grab me,

need me so badly,

I'll fill you up gladly!"

Tramp whimpered like a little bitch, his balls trembling up against Buster's heavier orbs. He couldn't hold on much longer, yelping, "Don't hold back!"

Nearby, a rat on his back was gagging on a second rat's cock, rocking his hips against the large crow between his legs.

The crow sang, "Everybody get up!" even as the music began to trail off, voices getting softer as they were replaced with busy moans. "Everybody get up!" the big, black bird said, more softly.

Buster whispered in Tramp's ear, his husky voice making the grey dog whine. He said, "You're my girl now, bitch, and ya better answer when I come calling - or the deal is off."

"Hey hey hey!" a few rats sang, while most were moaning and squeaking.

"Buster..." he whined. "Shut up and fuck me!"

The Doberman's hips froze, and he tsked again. "Hey, hey, hey, that ain't how a good girl acts."

Frantically bucking his hips, Tramp squealed, "Please, please, I'm begging you. I'll be your bitch, just breed me!"

"Hey hey hey!"

"Was that so hard?" he asked, before leaping forward, jabbing his enormous cock even deeper before a hot flood of cum sploshed into Tramp's stretched out ass. Angel or no Angel, Tramp howled as his own balls pulsed, the first bubbling spurts splattering his belly, before landing in a growing puddle beneath him. His body might partially obscure his cock's trembling ejaculation from the Pomeranian, but everyone could see that thick pool of cum. Buster groaned, quickly overfilling his tight conquest, so that even more semen gushed down Tramp's rump, coating his balls before dripping noisily into the pool.

The sharp drum beats faded away, the synthesized notes dimming until all that anyone in that alleyway could hear were the grunts and moans of dozens of dirty dickings, and the regular, repeated splurts of two trembling canine cocks.

Tramp knew that Buster would be here again tomorrow, and the next day, and the next. And so will I, he thought, whining and clenching down around Buster's still-erupting cock. As long as Lady never found out.

Tramp glanced at the nearby trash can. Angel was still there, watching. Will she keep this secret? he wondered. When he finally pulled free from Buster, he was going to have to have a long talk with the little puppy.