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Thunderbolt was sitting in the pasture, halfway to the farmhouse where his fiancee was probably waiting patiently for his return. But he wasn't thinking of Greta. He gazed into the big, beautiful eyes of the dog who had captured his imagination back in London, after his young friend, Patch, had rescued his siblings for the second time from being made into a soft, spotted coat. Perdita, Patch's mother, was simply striking, her glossy white fur adorned with a hundred brilliant black spots, her slender hips tensed underneath her, as if she wanted to bolt. Or perhaps she was trying to control herself? Thunderbolt had just managed the courage to ask her, on no uncertain terms, if she would be willing to share a moment of private indulgence, away from the prying eyes of their partners. Greta and Pongo would know nothing - they could explain away their extended absence, somehow. He hoped he looked confident, keeping his ears up, his tail lifted proudly.

Perdita tilted her muzzle downward, glancing up at him, looking almost pleased. But she said, "I'm...I'm flattered. And you, you're built perfectly, and you know it. I don't think I can trust myself around you. It's for the best that we leave it here."

Thunderbolt couldn't stop himself. He lay his ears back, and his tail drooped. He had hoped...just somehow, that she would accept his offer. He was still horny after what had happened in the barn, and she was the perfect dog. He had been a movie star for several years now, and there had been plenty of bitches who offered themselves to him. On more than one occasion, walking down the street, a bitch had recognized him, spun in place and flipped her tail aside, ready then and there to accommodate him. He had given them as little notice as possible. He had been taught at a young age that an over-interest in women would distract him from the arduous task of acting. Besides, those sluts had nothing for him. But ever since he had laid eyes upon Perdita he could think of no one else, and not even Lil' Lightning's skilled tongue would have been able to satisfy the amorous German shepherd. What a time for Lightning to have to be sent away, but he deserved it for all he had done. Every night he did his best, wrapping his throbbing cock in his wet lips, but he knew he would never be content until he was lodged deep within Perdita's own, quivering pussy. Now that could never be - he was devastated. "Al-alright, Perdita. Whatever makes you happy."

"Besides, you have Greta now. She's prettier than me and she's...more your type. Come on, let's go find them," she said. Perdie started toward the farmhouse once more, and Thunderbolt followed shortly thereafter, trying to control his own disappointment. Somehow, something caught his eye, drawing his attention away. He peered curiously at a window in the upstairs of the farmhouse. It was dark in the room, but a bright spot stood out, a white face. Pongo? Squinting, he thought he could make out Greta's face just below his. He was suddenly drawn from his curious stare by Perdita's voice. She said, "What is it?"

Thunderbolt looked over at the delicious Dalmatian, saying "I thought I saw...something. Nevermind."

Perdita took off for the farmhouse, and Thunderbolt ignored the window, following, trying to be discreet as he gazed under her tail. All too soon, the two dogs reached the house, and Perdita checked the bottom floor for her husband, but had no luck. Thunderbolt, who had been watching her petite rump, finally admitted, "They are probably upstairs."

Perdita said, "Still? Worth checking, I suppose." The dogs climbed the stairs, only to run into Greta barreling through the door from Anita and Roger's bedroom, looking out-of-breath and flustered. "Oh, zhere you are. Ve vere just vondering vhere you vere!"

Thunderbolt was suspicious, and was about to speak when Greta interrupted again, with "Zhees ees a very nice house, Perdita."

Perdita asked, "Where's Pongo?" She took a step toward the bedroom door, sniffing.

The brown and black female stepped directly in front of Perdie, stammering quickly, "He vas...looking out zha vindow, vatching zha poppies. But I vas vondering, Perdita, vhere I should go. I-I mean zhat I have need to relief myself, und zhees house ees so beeg. Could you lead me outside?"

Thunderbolt thought this was a rather sudden declaration, but when you've gotta go, you've gotta go. Perdita, ever the good hostess, quickly agreed, "Yes, of course. Though, it's just outside. This way..." She turned to lead the German Shepherd down the stairs.

Thunderbolt took a step toward the bedroom door, wondering what Pongo was doing. He sniffed briefly, detecting a smell he had not expected at all. Was that...

"Are you not coming, Tunderbolt? I have so much to tell you!" his fiancee yelped in his ear, startling him.

"I was going to talk to Pongo," he said, truthfully. He could swear he smelled semen. Could it be that...

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

Her behavior only confirmed his suspicions - Pongo was jacking himself off! Greta seemed to know, and was covering for him. A nice gesture, he supposed. From what he had gathered about Greta, he knew she was a gentle, kind, trustworthy creature. If he hadn't become infatuated with Perdita, he might have even fallen for Greta. "Later, then," he said, turning to follow Perdita and Greta down the stairs and out the front door, which was almost directly in front of the stairs.

Once outside, Thunderbolt watched Greta, realizing that she was probably only feigning a need to pee. He waited, amused. She recovered quickly, saying "Eef you don't mind...I vould rather have privacy."

Perdita said, "Oh, of course. I'm sorry; we'll wait inside."

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

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

"I suppose."

Grateful, Thunderbolt scampered into the house, taking the stairs two at a time. He assumed the girls would watch the telly, or visit the pups outside. Whatever it was, it would buy enough time. Enough time for what, he wasn't sure. He expected to burst through the door, surprising the muscular Dalmatian in the act. He hoped to find the virile male more...accommodating to his interests than Perdita had been. After all, a friendly mutual gesture between Thunderbolt and Pongo could hardly constitute cheating!

He didn't slow his pace when he bounded to the top of the stairs, not wanting to give Pongo any time to cover up his actions. He was desperate - Perdita had really gotten the German Shepherd going. But, he thought, chuckling to himself, she hadn't gotten him "coming". He hadn't found anyone to replace Lil' Lightning during the cold nights in his trailer. If he could only convince Pongo, perhaps the Dalmatian would be the first dog to help Thunderbolt out since his co-star's departure. He had hoped to finally lose his virginity to Pongo's spotted bitch, but Thunderbolt had spent quality time with a number of good ol' boys. Lightning had been the best, though.

Without hesitating, he pushed the bedroom door open, entering with a proud strut, quickly looking around for Pongo. The air was heavy with the scent of dog seed. His guess had been right! Pongo was staring at the sudden intruder with wide eyes, having turned away from his task of lapping up any evidence of his recent activities from the floor. But he had not yet finished, and Thunderbolt was amazed, for two reasons. First, that Pongo could have finished taking care of himself so quickly, in the short time he had been alone since Greta had left. He must have been raring to go - Thunderbolt suspected his fiancee, Greta, had inadvertently turned the dog on, probably in her presence. That would explain her embarrassed, harried state when she fled the room to cover for him. That's essentially what had occurred between Thunderbolt and Perdita in the barn. Second, he was amazed at the mess in the room. Sticky white fluid spattered the floor and even the walls, and the German shepherd had no idea how it could have happened just so. Still, it was obvious what had been going on, judging by his softening erection, hanging limply from his sheath. Pongo stood in shock, unable to move.

Thunderbolt swung the door closed with a swish of his tail, feigning surprise. He hesitated a moment, to see if the Dalmatian would say something, but decided to put his fears to rest. "Oh, Pongo - I didn't mean to..." he grinned, to show that it was no big deal.

Pongo sat quickly, obscuring his crotch with his powerful front paws, saying, "Thunderbolt!"

Thunderbolt voiced his suspicion, "Greta was just...too tempting?"

Pongo's ears drooped, and he stammered, "I don't know what to say, Thunderbolt - I'm sorry. What we -"

He interrupted, wanting to steer the conversation, "I don't blame you - she's the kind of girl that could make you need a little 'alone time' to take care of things. I didn't mean to interrupt your business," he lied.

Pongo's ears shot up, no longer holding his breath. "You mean that - yes, that's what I was doing. I didn't mean to offend your fiancee," he said in a relaxed tone.

Thunderbolt wasn't sure what caused the Dalmatian his sudden change of tone. One minute he was afraid, and the next merely apologetic. He hoped it was a good sign for his next question. He sat, mirroring the Dalmatian before continuing, "I'll talk to her later, but she seemed only a little flustered. Maybe a little flattered. I just came up here to ask you a question, while the women keep each other company."

"Oh? What question?" the embarrassed Dalmatian asked.

"To be honest, it's completely escaped my mind, but another question has crossed it." He lowered his head, gazing up at the big Dalmatian with wide eyes. Thunderbolt kept his large paws firmly between his hind legs.

Pongo looked the German shepherd over, as if deliberating, before saying, "Fire away."

"Well..." he began, pausing for emphasis, "since the two of us appear to have acquired some time alone, and considering what I just walked in on, I was wondering if you could help me with my own problem..."

Pongo cocked his head to the side, and asked curiously, "What problem is that?" Thunderbolt could sense that Pongo knew more than he was letting on, which caused hope to surge within him.

Sliding his front legs apart, the television star revealed a rather wide mass of red flesh, which had been growing bit by bit during his entire conversation with the handsome, spotted father. He watched Pongo's expression carefully, to judge his response, and was thrilled when his lips formed a coy grin. Pongo's eyes were fixed upon Thunderbolt's swollen cock, and he was smiling. Pongo said, to Thunderbolt's delight, "I'm sure something could be arranged to help you with that, though I have to ask - did this problem arise from talking to me, or from talking to Perdie?" He winked.

"There are some things even I can't have, Pongo," he replied, adding, "Here, let me help you clean up." Thunderbolt spied the nearest speckle of fluid on the wooden floor and casually knelt to slurp it up. Pongo grinned, turning to do the same, facing away from the well-toned German shepherd. He took advantage of the view to scan along the spotted dog's rump. Pongo's tail was wagging, leaving nothing to the imagination. His large balls, covered in a light grey, soft fur, dangled between his legs, still tense after having so recently fired. Thunderbolt smiled to notice that Pongo's massive red organ, which had been slowly recoiling, seemed to be growing again. It must still be sensitive. Abandoning his stated duties, Thunderbolt stalked across the room, surprising the Dalmatian with a sudden, powerful lick starting at the tip of his dangling penis, and ending just under his testicles, lifting the heavy orbs with his strong tongue.

The big Dalmatian shivered, a mixture of pleasure and pain as his hyper-sensitive erection was handled so roughly. He turned his head to look back, but Thunderbolt was already taking another taste, this time running his tongue along the entire length, compressing Pongo's balls as he kept going until his snout was firmly under the base of Pongo's tail. Pongo gasped, saying, "Your nose is cold."

Thunderbolt sniffed Pongo with the entire capacity of his lungs, like he had wanted to when they first met, but decorum had stopped him from going so far. He laughed and said, "Let me warm you up, then!" He began licking the Dalmatian's tail hole, his wet tongue quickly coating its surface in warm, wet saliva. Pongo moaned at the sensation, clearly enjoying it. Thunderbolt took the time to query, "To be honest, I wasn't sure you would...be so accommodating. You're a family dog, after all, with a beautiful, faithful wife." He continued his licking, more forcefully.

Pongo pressed his hindquarters back against Thunderbolt's inquisitive snout, his tail wagging fiercely. Each pass, the meaty tail was knocking down Thunderbolt's ears, so he laid them back. He didn't want to damage his beautiful ears. Pongo finally replied, "Even I haven't gotten some...quality time with Perdita since the pups were born. And I wasn't always a family dog, there was a time before Perdita."

Thunderbolt lowered his snout to play with Pongo's sack. He wrapped his lips around the two large orbs, being careful not to nip too much with his teeth, before running his tongue back and forth along them. Pongo shivered. Thunderbolt enjoyed this sense of power - he had full control over Pongo, his most sensitive part, that which made him an alpha, quivering gently in Thunderbolt's powerful jaw. He moved lower, turning his head to the side to wrap his tongue around Pongo's now thickening erection. Pongo exhaled - he had been holding his breath. The Dalmatian continued, struggling to speak, "Before I met her, my pet Roger would walk me to a nearby Italian restaurant he liked, and leave me tethered in the back alley while he ate."

Thunderbolt was too busy to converse Pongo was very well-endowed, similar to the German shepherds own dick. Licking him was certainly more work than was required to pleasure his old corgi friend, but he was gratified to note that even though Pongo had so recently satisfied himself, he was already back to peak performance. Pongo whimpered, steadied himself, and continued to talk, "You'd meet all sorts in that alley, and the food took long enough that I had a good hour each time. But there are...disadvantages to being tethered when all the other dogs are free."

"Disadvantages?" he asked, while Pongo's knees seemed to give out, causing the big dog to roll over onto his back, spreading his legs and splaying his tail.

While Thunderbolt began lapping eagerly along the full length of Pongo's dick, the Dalmatian lay back, his forelegs curled up against his chest in ecstasy. Pongo's massive organ quivered, but he managed to continue talking, through intermittent grunts and whimpers. "Oh, there were plenty of street bitches in heat who would do anything to fuck a pedigree, and I had my share. But the studs, well, they wanted action too, and when you're tied up you don't have much of a bargaining position."

"What do you mean?" he asked, before rubbing his paw firmly against Pongo's tail hole. He was beginning to taste the first warning signs of Pongo's increasing excitement.

"When the mutts weren't getting any action from the bitches, they figured any dog would do, in a pinch. I couldn't fight them, not tied up like that - but I learned to lift my tail and take it."

Thunderbolt was stunned. "They used you like a bitch?" He had never considered that, though he had heard of such behavior. He might have thought about it, if Lightning weren't so rather...small.

"And I liked it," he said, only continuing his story when Thunderbolt resumed wrapping his tongue around the giant, red, cock. His entire length, including his sizable knot, had emerged from his sheath, and Thunderbolt could hardly believe that the entire thing had ever fit in there. "I was very popular in that alley - I would turn my tail and wait to be mounted. And the ladies never complained when I was able to make time for them. I remember one time I was pounding a collie bitch when a - I think it was a mastiff/rottie mix came up behind me. He was going to wait his turn, but I put my tail aside and whimpered at him. He took me then and there, even while I was fucking the bitch. Best sex of my life - I knotted in her as I shot into her again and again. Felt like I was never going to stop, but when I was finally slowing, he tied me and I started all over again. He was so big, he almost didn't pull out before Roger got done with dinner. My balls were sore for a week - I guarantee that bitch had my puppies."

Thunderbolt had never been more turned on in his life. Every lick he tasted more and more of Pongo's seed, and though he didn't want it to end, he couldn't help but continue the rapid pace of his licks. He would never have believed Pongo had such a...history. He was afraid he would spray all over the floor, just from hearing Pongo's stories. He continued rubbing Pongo's anus, thinking about where it had been.

Pongo didn't stop talking, enjoying himself as he watched the incredulous television star drink his seed. "She wasn't the only one, either. Pretty sure the number of mutts with spots increased dramatically while I was there. Lord knows, I probably have a ninety-nine puppies out there, too. I visited that restaurant alley for years. Eventually, every time I was fucking a bitch that had patches of black and white, I had to wonder. Or being fucked by a Dalmatian mix. What if the dog violating me was my own pup?"

The German shepherd shivered, barely able to restrain himself. Thoughts were running through his head at an amazing pace. He felt intoxicated, surreal, as if all of his life were the dream and this was the first thing that was really real. He licked Pongo's glistening red erection all the more forcefully, the lurid stories of his spotted elder enrapturing him. Thunderbolt's throbbing organ hung beneath him, completely clear of his sheath. The massive knot at the base of his cock was fully swollen, pulsating in its desire to be embedded deep inside Pongo. But he wanted to hear more stories - he couldn't interrupt.

That was when he realized that Pongo had stopped talking entirely, his voice replaced by panting, whimpering moans. His chest was heaving, and his wagging tail was sending gusts of air that made Thunderbolt's erection tingle. Thunderbolt carefully enveloped Pongo's entire tip into his muzzle, wrapping his wet tongue around him and squeezing forcefully, knowing that Dalmatian could take no more. But still Pongo refused to come. Instead, the experienced canine whined desperately, saying, "Deeper!"

This confused Thunderbolt for a moment, before he realized what to do. Squeezing his paw together so that all his claws were pressed together, he pushed his paw forcefully under Pongo's tail. The Dalmatian spread his hind legs to ease access, and took half of Thunderbolt's paw with a concurrent blissful howl. Finally it was too much for him, and Thunderbolt's muzzle was flooded by his counterpart's eager ejaculations. Thunderbolt had been expecting a large volume of semen, but even so he was surprised at Pongo's virility, especially considering he had only minutes before splattered the floor (and splattered, unbeknownst to Thunderbolt, the inside of his fiancee, Greta). This would explain his fifteen puppy litter! Thunderbolt attempted to swallow what he could, but his canine muzzle was not designed for making a tight seal. Rivers of sticky, white fluid splashed against the roof of his mouth, ricocheting against his tongue and lips, a large quantity leaking from the latter, spilling down his chin onto the Dalmatian's muscular abdomen. Meanwhile, Pongo's tight rectum contracted around Thunderbolt's paw, the pressure becoming almost painful. But Pongo was in complete and total ecstasy, thrusting his hips and continuing to spurt into the handsome shepherd's mouth.

Pongo's howls turned to moans, which turned to whines, and then exhausted whimpers. Finally he was spent, seed now thoroughly coating his own crotch and both Thunderbolt's muzzle and stomach. Mournful dissatisfaction crossed Pongo's face as Thunderbolt pulled his paw free, leaving the Dalmatian feeling undesirably empty. But perhaps that could be easily remedied! Thunderbolt stood above the physically spent canine, his organ on full display, throbbing for attention. Thunderbolt licked his lips as he looked the Dalmatian over, both because of his intense arousal, and to clean off some of his muzzle, gulping down the excess fluids.

Pongo was panting, but still managed to find the energy to spin in place onto his belly, lying underneath the horny German shepherd. He stood, feeling the fur on his back brushing tantalizingly up against his friend's belly fur, but he stepped forward until he was standing in front of the brown and black dog, presenting. With his tail held aside and a wry grin on his face, Pongo said over his shoulder, "Maybe you can't have Perdita, but I know another Dalmatian who will gladly be your bitch, Thunderbolt." With that, he gave his rump a tempting wiggle. Thunderbolt's jaw dropped at the sight, and it took all his willpower not to spray the floor with his seed, then and there. He had never gone beyond oral in his short life, but Pongo's stories had fascinated him, and now he had his chance. He could hardly wait to bury himself inside the submissive male.

But he had no reason to wait, so he let instincts take over. Pongo was bigger than most of the bitches who had offered themselves to Thunderbolt over the years, and this time he didn't have a pesky human pet around to stop him. He leapt upon the he-bitch, who was trembling with anticipation. Pongo whispered hoarsely, "It's been years...be gentle..."

Thunderbolt had no intention of being gentle. He had never fucked a dog before, male or female, and now he finally had one pinned beneath his powerful legs. His erection throbbed dangerously between his legs, pointing as if magnetized to Pongo's pucker. Pongo shifted his hips, spreading his legs and keeping his tail to the side, looking over his shoulder at the toned, muscular male mounting him, and he watched as Thunderbolt gripped Pongo's hips strongly in his forepaws, and thrust forward, his massive penis firing like a rocket toward Pongo. The tapered tip of his glistening organ pushed against Pongo's long neglected tail-hole, pounding inside of him. The pain was nothing compared to the ecstasy Pongo felt as the German shepherd filled him, spreading his insides powerfully apart. Brown balls swung into Pongo's grey-furred scrotum, indicating that Thunderbolt had pushed himself all the way up until his massive knot, which pressed up against his tight opening forcefully, wanting to join the rest of Thunderbolt's penis inside the willing bitch.

It was amazing - Lil' Lightning's fervent licks could not compare to the feeling encompassing Thunderbolt's cock at this moment. Pongo's internal walls squeezed around him, the friction and pressure causing every sensitive nerve along his pulsing penis. This coupled with his already palpable arousal from Perdie and Pongo's stories, made the inexperienced young male lose his mind to lust. He began thrusting every bit as eagerly as your average pup's first time, pounding Pongo's ass like a jackhammer. Each thrust was punctuated by the slap of their testicles colliding, and a blissful moan from Pongo. Thunderbolt held his breath, forgetting to breathe as he pistoned himself into and out of Pongo's delicate opening, while the black and white dog thrust his hips back and up and down in response. Finally Thunderbolt, on the verge of blacking out, exhaled loudly, unable to stop himself as he began to shoot sticky rope after rope of semen deep inside of Pongo's rump. He gasped for breath as he humped furiously, unloading within his receptive bitch, his penis engulfed by Pongo's warm, tight opening.

Much like a puppy's first time, it was over quickly, with Thunderbolt collapsing onto Pongo's back, panted so hard that his tongue lolled out onto Pongo's neck. Thunderbolt stayed embedded deep inside of the Dalmatian, but his knot was still decidedly outside of him. Pongo quivered beneath him, still moaning, aroused again. Thunderbolt tilted his head to look down and saw with amazement that yet again, the Dalmatian was rock hard, for the third time that day. But Thunderbolt hadn't had the stamina to help him all the way.

Pongo said with a trembling voice, "Ah, just like a puppy, fast and furious. I only wish you had tied with me..."

"Oh god, that was amazing. Sorry, I'm...a little new at this."

"That's okay," Pongo said, "but can you help me out a little?"

"You want me to lick you?" he asked.

"God forbid, you handsome beast. Don't you dare pull off of me. I want you right where you are." Thunderbolt felt Pongo give his cock a little squeeze to punctuate his statement, before the Dalmatian continued, "Just use your paws."

Thunderbolt understood, pushing himself a little further into the Dalmatian in order to improve his reach. He reached down with his front paws until he could grasp Pongo's massive erection, squeezing it from both sides. Pongo grunted in thanks and began thrusting between the German shepherd's soft grasp. Thunderbolt did his best to control the slick cock, but Pongo's thrusts were inadvertently tugging powerfully on Thunderbolt's slowly fading erection. Every spasm from the lusty bitch beneath him sent shock waves down his oversensitive penis. Soon, his erection was growing, not fading, much to Thunderbolt's surprise. He had thought it would be weeks after that explosive orgasm before he would be ready again.

Pongo moaned, humping furiously, clenching himself around Thunderbolt's growing rod, while his cock slid roughly between Thunderbolt's paw pads. The Dalmatian exclaimed, "Oh god, Thunderbolt - do it! Deeper! Knot me!"

The desperation in his voice spurred the young shepherd on, and soon he was thrusting again, ramming his four-inch knot against the Dalmatian's hips again and again. Pongo spread his hips wide and relaxed, doing whatever he could to accommodate the large canine, despite being out of practice. Thunderbolt's cock felt strange, still burning from his recent ejaculation, but demanding more than ever for another release. He knew that if he hadn't come so recently, there was no way he could have handled these sensations for more than fifteen seconds, but with his current stamina, he felt could outlast Pongo.

He pounded the Dalmatian, picturing in his mind the slender, petite Perdita. His knot was pressing up against her tight cunny, and he knew that if he could manage to power it into her that she would be his, forever. He would fill her womb with his seed and it would be sealed within her, until it found her precious eggs. She would have his mutts and she would be his eager bitch, always ready to accommodate his desperate needs. Despite his fantasy, he continued to reach around Pongo, holding his squirming cock between his straining paws. "Perdita" moaned and groaned beneath him, clenching powerfully around Thunderbolt's cock and thrusting madly. His vivid fantasy drove the shepherd onward, thrusting harder and harder in his attempts to tie the bitch he had dreamed about. Again and again his swollen knot pressed up against her tender entrance, spreading her further and further apart. Finally, with a powerful thrust that lifted Thunderbolt literally off the ground, and with a sloppy sound, his four-inch knot penetrated her. Once beyond her trembling walls, her hole closed around the knot, trapping it within her. He couldn't have pulled out if he had tried.

The moan that had been slowing building in Pongo's throat erupted almost violently as Thunderbolt's knot finally hit home, driving the spotted dog crazy. Thunderbolt's entire, humongous erection was throbbing inside of Pongo's tight, sore anus, and each thrust drove the tip against his prostate. He thrust, his own member rubbing against the shepherd's firm grasp, and a powerful spurt of semen burst out of him. Shuddering, the Dalmatian could not resist curling his body up to take his own penis into his panting muzzle, wrapping his tongue around himself as he thrust again, another wave of sticky fluid flying into his mouth. While Pongo sucked himself off, shot after shot drizzling into his mouth, Thunderbolt kept humping, imagining himself buried deep inside of Perdita. He imagined his tip was brushing up against her petite cervix, ready to fill her womb with his seed, and a low growl of domination was building in his throat. Pongo was so tight, and Thunderbolt had never experienced so much pressure on his massive cock - it was only moments before he began relentlessly spraying inside of Pongo, joining his bitch in ecstatic orgasm.

The two dogs thrust against each other, whimpering and quivering in their bliss, copulating furiously. Pongo could contain his eager ejaculations no better than Thunderbolt had been able to, and the excess spilled out of the Dalmatian's mouth onto the wooden floor. Thunderbolt added to the lubrication already coating Pongo's passageway, and this time none escaped his tight knot. He was so tightly tied to the older dog that he could feel his balls hanging up against Pongo's. Thunderbolt barked in triumph, having bred his first bitch. It had been incredible. He could only imagine how good it would be with Perdita herself. Sadly, that would never be.

Finally, panting, the two dogs ceased their frantic fucking. Thunderbolt felt as though he would never catch his breath again, and he instinctively turned around, until he was rump to rump with the submissive male, causing Pongo to whine in pleasure. His flexible erection had no trouble adjusting, still trapped within Pongo. After the two canines had caught their breath, Thunderbolt said, "Well, now the floor is just as messy as when we started!"

Pongo grinned, looking over his shoulder at him. "That was as good as I remembered - you can take me whenever you want."

"If I didn't have to film, I'd like nothing more than staying around this farm."

Pongo said, "You could try it, too, you know. I would be happy to pound your ass for you," helpfully.

Thunderbolt was at a loss for words, not sure how he felt about that offer, but his thoughts were interrupted by a loud, plaintive howl...it sounded like Greta!

The two dogs gave each other a look, and both spoke at the same time, exclaiming, "Greta!?"

Thunderbolt asked, "What happened?"

Pongo said, "I don't know. She could be in danger..."

Thunderbolt said, "Perdita..."

Simultaneously, the dogs realized they needed to go find their two bitches, and they began to tug against each other, trying to pull Thunderbolt's knot free. It took several minutes, far longer than either would have liked, but still faster than they had expected. The pain and worry on Thunderbolt's mind had caused him to shrink sooner than normal. With a powerful tug, he pulled free, and both dogs almost fell face first onto the floor, Thunderbolt's seed finally sensing a way out. Sticky white fluid poured out of Pongo's ass, coupled with his own contributions stuck to the fur on his face and belly, and the Dalmatian looked a right mess. He said, "You have to go check, I'll follow shortly."

Thunderbolt nodded, making sure to clean the tip of his fading erection before bolting out the door and flying down the stairs, desperate to make sure the girls were safe. At the bottom of the stairs, he followed their scents to the basement door, another latchless door. He barreled through, not knowing what he might find on the other side!