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Slowly, the sun was moving down below the horizon, even if the poor view of hills of garbage and piles of rubbish could barely be considered a proper "horizon".

Diablo tried to get accustomed to the stinking smell exhaling from every corner of the garbage bags: he was a bit peeved because despite the skills of his nose, he could not detect any other smells.

That's why the arrival of the female took him by surprise.

"Um...hello...life-giver." She said, with an hint of shyness in her voice.

Diablo turned his muzzle to look at her, and discovered a lovely little mutt looking at him.

"What do you want?" he grunted, still annoyed to have not been able to forecast her visit.

The bitch quickly turned her head, showing some nervousness.

"Please...don't speak loudly! I'm not supposed to be here with you!"

Diablo tried to analyze her and understood what she was meaning... he had never been a particularly smart dog, but something in her appearance (the dark brownish short pelt), was familiar.

"Wait...it's...I've seen you before?" He asked.

The small female sat down, wagging her curled tail a bit.

"Well...actually no. But you met my mom! Because I'm your daughter," she said with a happy smile.

Diablo tried to change position, feeling uncomfortable on that amount of garbage. He bent his neck and scratched himself behind the ear with his hind leg.

Then he released a little fart, and lowered his head to try to sleep.

The mutt showed a mix of disappointment and hope on her muzzle.

"Uh...you're not interested in talking with me?" she said, "It's...it's been so long time since I heard about you and wondered about you, and today I could only get a glimpse of you during the ceremony and..."

"Babe...I'm not that talkative of a guy, usually I fuck the bitches...I don't talk to them," he said with a yawn.

"And for all I know, I should have a score or two of daughters in the town. Why should I be interested in talking with one of them?".

The small mutt now seemed far more than disappointed, barely on the verge of crying.

"But...you're the life-bringer, I thought that you were a hero and..."

Diablo laughed heartily, finding the small bitch's idea funny.

"Hahaha! That's awesome! Me...a hero? I've heard of dogs who claim to be heroes...they're worth the dignity of a pile of my own shit! Probably no one told you about it...but the world is a dark place and you've got to get what you want by yourself. That's why I accepted breeding your mommy without caring for all those talks of 'destiny' and 'ceremonies'. I just wanted to sink my dick into a hot pussy in heat...who could imagine that from my jizz was going to come such a silly bitch."

He kept laughing for a bit, before letting out a snarl.

"Now let me sleep in peace! You've got nothing that gets my interest...of course if you were in heat, it would have been a completely different matter."

After those words, the small mutt appeared a bit uncomfortable...

"Uh...actually...I should have started it, but maybe you can't smell me with the scents of the junkyard."

At those words, the larger dog lifted both uncut ears and sniffed well, trying to focus all his attention on the bitch: then he smirked and with a little jump he reached her.

"Well well...that's surely a surprise...or maybe not. I'm wondering if such a pretty lady like you would have normally been tempted to seek me out."

She let out a little yelp of surprise when the male came closer, but the doberman could clearly perceive some arousal, hidden under a mask of shyness.

"I...uh...of course I would have...HEY!" she said, suddenly.

The larger doberman had circled her, and suddenly pushed his long muzzle against the under-tail of the female: rather than a polite greeting sniff, he had ventured lower, pushing his wet nose against her pussy.

Diablo grinned, noting how her spade was puffy and slightly wet (even if not dripping of juices like the one of MorningFlower).

"Um...I'm not sure you're supposed to act this way, dad..." she said.

"Who cares." He replied, cutting short her complaint. "I'm a Diablo, I answer to no one."

After having said that, he moved his forelegs forward, grabbing the sides of the bitch and mounting her.

"W...what?! Wait! What are you doing?!" she said, full of shock and surprise.

The older dog made a polite smile to her.

"I'm going to fuck you, darling."

The she-dog gave a little gasp of surprise.

"But...but...I'm in heat! I...will end up having your cubs! That's a taboo! It's forbidden by our sacred laws!"

Diablo grunted, lowering his chest and neck on her shoulder, cutting short her complaint because the bitch was forced to cry out with a yelping sound at the sudden additional weight on her.

"So? Those aren't my laws, you're a bitch in heat and that's all I need to know..."

"But...but...it will be so weird, so weird!"

He chuckled. "Yeah...but I like the idea! Think...your cubs will be both your children, brothers and sisters, and I will be both their father and grandfather, hehe..."

After saying this, he made a sudden thrust. The bitch let out a pitched whine when the meaty cock of the doberman pierced her virgin pussy.

Diablo could perceive the pain of his daughter, but didn't stop and kept on thrusting, while blood flowed on his balls or dripped to the ground.

"Stop, stop! It's hurting me, dad!" she cried, causing a chuckle from Diablo.

"Don't worry sweetie, you're going to get used to it."

After having said this, the doberman started to rhythmically thrust in her, each time causing a lament from the dog, but without stopping.

It did not take much for the bitch to subside, and her sudden silence was forewarning of something else.

At first Diablo felt the sudden increase of wetness, facilitating his penetration. The male lolled out his tongue, and with each new thrust he could now perceive his own knot developing and swelling inside the female.

When he tried to pull back, he realized the knot was completed and could not come out of the female.

At the same time, the bitch let out the first yelp of pleasure.

"What...what are you doing ShiningPool?!"

Diablo let out a grunt of displeasure, and looked at another weird-looking mutt.

The newcomer was a male, similar to the bitch and almost surely of her own age.

"Oh...please brother...umm...go away! Don't...don't look at me!"

Diablo let out a little snarl of amusement.

"Why so shy all of a sudden? You've got nothing to feel ashamed about. He's a brother of yours? Another son of mine?"

"Y...yes...but..." Her reply was cut short by a sudden thrust from Diablo, even stronger than the previous pushes.

"Um...give me a minute son...let me finish with your sister, then I guess we could exchange a few words and I could give you some nice manly advice on the way of life..."

The newcomer seemed anything but interested in talking with Diablo.

His medium size body was rattled by some shivers, and his muzzle was a mask of anger and...envy.

Diablo kept thrusting furiously, each thrust was accompanied by a wet sound caused by the juices spilled by the female, while ShiningPool started squirming, held captive by feelings she had never experienced before.

The doberman closed his eyes while a powerful orgasm filled his mind with pleasure and numbness and his body pumped loads of his sticky and fertile seed deep into the womb of his own daughter.

He kept thrusting more and more, each time filling the small bitch with new loads of cum, before eventually he slowed down the pace of the mating and finally dismounted ShiningPool.

The little bitch let out a low moan of pleasure, while panting heavily, with the inflated knot of Diablo still contracting in her pussy.

"What's with that face boy? Guess you've never tasted a pussy before...could give you some tips about it..."

"Shut up!!" said the mutt, with an angry snarl.

"I...I hate you!! I have always cared for ShiningPool! I have always protected her and fed her! I've always kept feelings for her, that I could never hope to reveal!"

At those words, ShiningPool let out a little gasp of surprise.

"I would have been content to stay at her side...but...but you've ruined everything! You've ruined her! You've corrupted her!"

Diablo made a small smile.

"Come on boy, you don't think you're exaggerate a little bit? Mating is nothing but natural! And incest among dogs is nothing uncommon or..."

"It's a taboo! It breaks our sacred laws!" He shouted, then started barking.

Diablo thought that the boy wasn't completely honest, moreover if he wanted to fuck his own sister he could just ask!

He was going to say exactly that when he was interrupted by the words of ShiningPool.

"Oh no, no, no! Please brother, stop! They're going to kill us!"

"Hey, wait...KILL us?!?" said Diablo.

ShiningPool made a desperate noise.

"Father, you didn't listen at the ceremony?! We're forbidden to mate relatives, I suppose it's because our original founders were all relatives...that's why we search for life-bringers! To not let the blood become stagnant! But the leader has complained that your offspring are too independent and only wanted an excuse to prevent your return: this is the excuse he needed to convince the rest of the tribe!"

Diablo turned, not seeing his son any longer.

"Oh RatHunter, what have you done!" she cried. "And what have I done!!" she added in despair.

Diablo grunted, and pulled...causing the bitch to yelp by the sudden extraction of the knot.

He looked at his own daughter curling on the ground and weeping.

The doberman stood silently for several seconds, unsure of his next action.

"Stand up!" he said, but the bitch made no reaction.

"Stand up, I said!" he growled.

This time ShiningPool let out a yelp of fear and looked at him.

"They will do something to you?" he asked.

"They...they...they could kill me. You've not seen much of our tribe, but laws are enforced by rules of fangs, not by words of comprehension."

"Then leave..."

"W...what?!" she said, a bit shocked.

"Leave...there is a whole world out there. It's a hard world, but you could find some shelter to live in in the suburb. If you've some skill in hunting rats and other small critters you could have enough food for you and your cubs," he said.

The small bitch let out a little laugh, finally breaking her shock and despair.

"You know, if this was going to happen like in the stories, you should have said 'come with me' or 'I will protect you'."

Diablo made a little snort.

"But I know this isn't a story...life is not expected to be easy. I understand this, and I understand you."

She stood up, and seemed to have suddenly gained strength.

"I...I thank you Father," she said, bowing her head to him.

"I could have remained here for the rest of my life, I would have never found the courage to leave this place, you..."

Diablo grunted.

"Wait to thank me, when your belly aches with hunger and you have a litter of our mutts to feed. If you want to survive out there, you've got to be cunning and fierce...you have it in your blood, and you could have a chance of survival."

Behind the hill of garbage sacks, the loud furious barking of a whole angered tribe started to rise.

"Take that path, if there is one thing I can do for you it's to at least be sure you will came out of this stinking place with all your limbs intact. I will take the longer path and get their attention."

ShiningPool looked at her father, wondering if it was the last time she would meet him.

He smirked.

"No need to make such a face. I've got longer legs and better training, this is the best chance for BOTH of us to survive, it's not just me acting like a knight in shining armor!"

After having said that, he let out a loud howl, and started running toward the main entrance with the whole tribe running behind him.

Only one dog did not take part in the chase.

RatHunter watched silently as his beloved sister walked stealthily toward the outskirt of the junkyard, before disappearing into a small hole that had been dug as a secondary exit under the old fence.

The last thing he saw of his sister was her curled tail among the low bushes.

RatHunter stood alone at the top of the higher garbage hill.

As he feared, the doberman had reached the exit and fled from the junkyard, but not before having slashed open the throats of the two fastest chasers who had tried to block his escape route.

Suddenly all the weight of his anger and frustration fell into his own stomach, making it cold.

He had never felt like part of the tribe (exactly like his sister), and he ever craved for her: both her body and her heart, gaining none of them.

And now his "father" ruined everything, leaving neither the appearance of brother-sister love.

He had been so jealous and angry to look at his smug face while he mounted MorningFlower! That feeling turned into pure hatred when he ruined his own sister!

The tribe could do nothing against him, but RatHunter had heard rumors...

Voices of an ongoing feud between the dogs of the car junkyard and some kind of savage enemy.

He smirked, knowing that his revenge was going to realized, once he had found such an enemy of his "father".