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Summer tried to keep her distance in the back of the pick-up truck. The collie and her doberman companion had managed to hitch a ride to Camden Town at the last minute - no time to call ahead on the World Wide Woof. Still, she hoped Dylan would be excited by her surprise visit.

The only annoying thing was that Spike had wanted to come along too, to see Dolly. She didn't know the fancy looking Doberman very well, with his one ear up and one ear down, despite coming from the same town. Cornwall was a big place after all. He seemed sweet enough, and he'd only talked about Dolly so far on the journey, but it wouldn't be long before he realized that the mottled, blue-and-white collie travelling with him was in heat.

She had decided to stand in the bed of the truck, her tail poking out over the edge of the truck to waft her scent away from Spike and away from the truck. He didn't seem to notice, but the locals sure did! She saw more than a few dogs running after the truck to follow her trail, but none of them were greyhounds, thankfully!

"I hea'd they was stinkin' rich, and they actually own de place they're stayin' et. No humans!"

Summer glanced at the relaxed Doberman. "I mean, they did manage to charter a bus to Cornwall all by themselves for ninety-seven puppies and four adults. Does that appeal to you?" she asked, cocking her head.

"The 'no humans' part, yeah. P'shaw, it can be 'ard to even chill out at the beach without mah human worryin'. He's got some serious separation anxiety, you know?"

"But not the money?"

He shrugged. "I'm interested in Dolly, Summa'. I'd ratha haf me pet human deal wif all de finances. I just wanna have fun."

Shivering as the cold air rushed past her exposed bottom, Summer asked, "What is it you see in her?"

Spike thought for a surprisingly long moment. "She's spontaneous, you know. Woild, for a city gell. Whatever she wants to do, I just wanna be along fo' de ride. Wut about you and Dylan?"

Now it was Summer's turn to think. It wasn't purely a coincidence that she was travelling down while in heat. Dylan was adorable, but so shy. He'd been too afraid to even kiss her goodbye after summer vacation. "I like how curious he is, but also careful. And he obviously spends a lot of time looking after his siblings. He'd be a great dad - not that I'm thinking about that, yet!" she stammered quickly. She hoped he'd open up to her if she was in heat, but she wasn't ready for puppies just yet. "I want to be the one that cracks his shell."

She smiled, thinking of the dorky stud that awaited her just thirty more minutes down the road.

* * * * *

"Mom?" Dylan gulped, surprised to see her entering his treehouse. She never wandered up the rickety circular staircase that led to his observatory. But even through his space helmet (an adorned fish bowl), he could recognize his mother. No one else in the family was quite so...tall.

"Oh, take that silly thing off," she grinned, crouching down to place a strong paw on the lip of the helmet. She lifted the glass shell easily enough, and it bounced across the floor, leaving Dylan cocking his head at Delilah.

"W-what are you doing up here, Mom? Did one of the pups get up to some mischief?"

Delilah looked him up and down. He was a bit short still, but still an adult. She'd never have looked at her son like this if he hadn't just fucked her brains out at the groomer. There, she'd been blind, now she could see his athletic physique for herself. All the males in her life were either round little puppies, or fat, old adults - except Dylan. She let her eyes linger on his sheath a little too long. He wasn't hard, yet, to her disappointment. She'd hoped he was rubbing one out to her. "The only mischief happening is going on up here."

Dylan had no idea what his mother was up to. He couldn't have known that Fergus the fox had used pre-recordings of his voice to trick Delilah into thinking she was fucking her son. She was smiling ear to ear but accusing him of mischief. "I - I don't know what you're talking about. I was just looking at the moon."

Of course. She'd made him promise never to talk about what happened, not even to her. Such an obedient boy. Licking her lips, she stepped forward, invading her son's personal space. "I've got something even better for you to look at. But you'll want to use your naked eye." With that, she reached forward to grab the clasp on Dylan's collar. He gasped and tried to pull away, but she squeezed and off it came.

"Mom!" he yelped, falling backward onto one paw, his other covering his lewdly naked neck.

"It's okay, Dylan," she said, kicking a large box in front of the door to the treehouse. She slowly unclasped her own collar, stepping into a ray of sunshine that filtered in though the telescope's window, completely nude. "Doug doesn't know anything unusual happened at the groomer's today."

Dylan was even more shocked and confused. What did that have to do with anything? Why was his own, biological mother coming onto him!? He stammered, frozen in place as the large Dalmatian stepped up to and then over him, her paws climbing his belly as they pushed him all the way to his back on the nearby yellow bean bag. "D-did something happen at the groomer's?" he stammered.

"Good boy," she grinned, praising his commitment. She straddled him, pinning him to the star cushion. In her mind, she'd been in the reverse position, legs spread as Dylan pumped a likely load of puppies into her welcoming womb. She couldn't know that it was Fergus who'd done that, and that she was in no danger of bearing little fox hybrids. Taking a deep breath, she spun in a tight circle and sat on Dylan's head.

"Mrmmm!" he protested, but when she lifted her rump a few inches, that left the poor boy in an even worse spot. He realized now why his nose was wet, and what had just been pressed against his flaring nostrils. She'd plopped her whole, fat spade down on his muzzle, and his eyes widened to see it now, bouncing just a few inches from his face. She was clearly in heat. He didn't have a lot of experience here, but he'd seen his mom's pussy plenty of times before, and she was only this big when she was in heat. But seeing her was one thing - pinned beneath her while she was naked was another all together. "What are you doing!?" he gasped, trying not to breathe through his nose, her scent blanketing his face. "W-we can't!"

With a sardonic smile, she played along. "Oh yes, Dylan, there's a first time for everything."

What was she trying to say? He couldn't make hide nor tail of how his mother was acting. His nose tickled with the residual juice she'd left on him, slooooowly dripping into his nostril. "But -" he started to say, when Delilah took things a step further. She was too long for her smaller son to give him a lick, but seated as she was, she reached between his legs with both paws, sliding one beneath his ample sack, the other covering the little red tip that was already emerging. She cupped him and rubbed him at the same time, working out the young adult's rather sizable erection.

"There we are. Oh how I've missed your little, red friend..."

"W-what are you talking about?" Dylan groaned, weakly bucking his hips.

"Right, right," Delilah rolled her eyes. He seemed a little too committed to his role. "Now be a good boy and lick." To emphasize her point, she lowered her hips once more, until her heat-swollen spade was mere centimeters from her son's face.

"I -" he started, but there was nothing he could say or do but obey. Not because she was his mom. Even Dylan couldn't deny his instincts any longer, his rare erection emerging into his mother's paws. He crossed his eyes to stare at his mom's glistening vulva, and with a deep breath, he burrowed his large tongue into her.

"Ohhhhh, son!" she yelped, tossing her head back. She wagged her tail furiously as Dylan slurped her pussy. "Such a dirty cum-guzzler!" She rocked her hips, the bean bag beneath them sliding back and forth. Dylan whined, never having heard his mother speak this this before, his cock and balls at the beautiful Dalmatian's mercy, lapping and slurping as fast as he could into her tight, clenching cunny. The smell, the taste...it was divine. Drops of white stained his mom's paw pads. "Deeper, Dylan," she commanded.

He lifted his head and pushed his tongue deeper.

"No, deeper," she groaned.

He popped her whole spade into his mouth and slammed his tongue forward, heart pounding in his chest. As confused as he was, his "little, red friend" was calling the shots now.

"Like at the groomer's..." she groaned, lifting her hips until he popped all the way out of her.

"Mom, I...I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, just shut up already," she growled, and he did. That was precisely what she needed. With a grunt, she smooshed her swollen vulva down around his nose again, but this time, around his nose. With a gasp, Dylan found his entire muzzle engulfed by her sopping sex, spreading her wide. Delilah shivered and groaned, remembering this very differently. Dylan had muzzle-fucked her before, but he hadn't been this big, had he? She could barely fit his square jaw. That didn't make it feel any worse, however, as she slipped all the way down to his eyes. "C-could've sworn you were smaller this morning..." she whimpered, her hips shaking with the effort.

Dylan couldn't breath at all, the only scent being the direct source of his mother's heat. But for the moment, he didn't care, opening his muzzle as far as her quivering lips would allow and slamming his tongue up and into his mother. The slick base of his tongue brushed up against her clit, making her squirm and moan, the tip of his large tongue swirling around deep inside her to send her juices sliding down his throat. All his resistance had faded by now, and he guzzled her greedily, tail wagging, humping into her skilled paws.

"Keep - pant - going!" Delilah cried, bucking her own hips around her son's face. "I'm almost..."

And then she came. Dylan's muzzle fit so tightly inside the tunnel he'd once been pushed out of that his open mouth was the only place Delilah's gushing fluids could go. Her quivering pussy clenched down around him as she bucked her hips, yanking his neck around. Oh dog, oh dog! he thought as he guzzled his mother, unknowingly mimicking the fox that had set this whole mix-up in motion. Warm, sweet, musky fluids spilled down his tongue, tingling as the splashed against his gulping gullet, his paws instinctively reaching up to grab his mother by her ample rump. His loud swallows were punctuated by teenage groans of unbidden satisfaction, his hot, warm mother whining so loudly he could only assume the neighboring cats would hear.

Pussy bouncing and clenching above him, Delilah stood enough to pull off of Dylan with a wet squelch, dribbling onto his bare chest. "Oh dog," he said, this time out loud.

Panting and wheezing, the unfaithful female hobbled forward, spread her legs, lifted her tail, and glanced back at her grown son. "Y-you know what to do," she gasped, wiggling her rump.

"B-but what about Dad?" he whimpered, frozen on his back, his half-emerged red rocket glistening in the treehouse air.

She said, "You still feel guilty, even after what he did with Dolly?"

Dylan blinked. Did what? He was having trouble concentrating. "B-but you're in heat..."

Delilah was sick of the word games. "Oh hush. You shoulda thought of that before. Now knot me again!"

"B-but I never -" he started.

Delilah growled, and pounced, flipping a full 360 and sliding between her son's strong hind legs. "Maybe this will change you mind..." she said, and like that, her tongue was sliding up his half-erect cock.

"M-mooom!" he groaned, paws gripping the yellow cushion underneath him, the beautiful bitch quickly coaxing him all the way out of his virgin sheath.

"My how you've grown," she said, between licks, right up his turgid length to his very tip. She slurped slow and hard, relishing his musky flavor. Not quite as masculine as Doug, but it was more than enough. Her paws rubbed and searched his thighs, one cupping his balls. The poor boy had never gotten the release his hormones had desired for months, and now his testicles convulsed eagerly for their first nut.

"W-why are you doing this?" he groaned, humping weakly into his mother's muzzle as she slowly took him into her mouth. "Unnngh..."

"Can't a mother take an interest in her son's extracurriculars? Isn't this what you did with that collie bitch last summer?"

He could only gasp. He hadn't even kissed Summer. He stared down in disbelief at the deep, forceful blowjob he was receiving and now he knew how Delilah had managed to produce nearly forty puppies before her marriage to Doug. How had he not realized how sexy she was? "N-no. I-I'm a virgin."

Delilah just laughed. She believed him about Summer, at least, but she knew first hand that he wasn't a virgin anymore - or so she thought. Which is why she didn't think twice about her next move. With a loud slurp, she pulled off of her son's cock and straddled him once more. Only this time, instead of sitting on his face, she had another target. Dylan's eyes widened as the long, sexy Dalmatian lined herself up with the tip of his cock.

"Wait, M-mom - what if I get you pregnant!?"

She knew he was still faking it. He'd already tied her once ,she thought. She'd been bulging with his cum. She decided to answer his stupid question with a stupid answer. "Then I'll have your puppies."

That was all the explanation Dylan got before his mother slammed her heat-swollen, unprotected sex down his cock, sliding heavily home and pinning him to the bean bag. "No, but - !" was all he could groan before he howled as his mother inexplicably started raping him, out of nowhere. She'd gone into heat a dozen times before, but she'd always gone to Doug. What had gotten into her head to fuck her own son!? He stared down between their thin bellies to watch as his erection disappeared into her suddenly bulging pussy, the black spade working up and down his throbbing dick. Protest faded from his throat, his paws reaching back to grab his mom's thick rump and help push her down after every time she humped upward, barking each time he pulled her back down. "Oh, mom!" he whimpered.

His muzzle was bigger than she remembered, and so was his cock. She must have been more relaxed at the groomer's. She humped and humped, her heat driving her down again and again onto her teenage son's shaft, pussy gripping and trembling. She clung to his chest, before she leaned down as far as she could, nose to nose with her son. "Fuck me," she whispered eagerly, and kissed him.

Dylan's mouth opened and was flooded with his mother's tongue, and just like that they were making out like he'd wished he had the courage to try with Summer. But the collie had been left behind, and Delilah was right here - in his arms and on his cock. He pushed back, his tongue fighting against his eager mother, head tilted to push deeper, their noses panting back and forth as they strained against each other.

"Let Doug fuck that slutty sister of yours. If he wants his daughter so much, I can have my son," she said, breaking their kiss. She pounded her hips against the confused Dalmatian beneath her, her swollen spade squelching against his growing knot. She pushed down harder, more than heavy enough to stretch all the way around his bulge and tighten around him.

Dylan gasped, "W-what? H-he, they...?" Staring down at their conjoined genitals, he couldn't help but notice how he was balls deep now, her fat pussy getting wider than ever before as he filled her out. "W-wait, we can't knot. Mom, pl-please...!"

Riding him tight, Delilah ran a paw down her chest and belly, rubbing her small nipples, recovered since her litter with the youngest puppies. "Please, Dylan...I need it."

"B-but -"

She put a paw on his mouth, shutting him up. "Don't hold back! Breed me - again!" she whined, barely able to contain her rapidly thrusting hips. Thank dog he was all but tied, or she'd have humped herself right off of him. "Now, please!" she groaned.

But I never - I didn't! he thought. But he could do nothing as she worked him over, clenching hard until he was so thick that there was no helping it. He was tied to his own mom, and his first time was all but guaranteed to make him a father...to his own half-siblings! In desperation he tried to use his paws to pry her pussy off of him, but she was squeezing like a vice, and the sensation only brought him closer to the brink.

"Oh dog!" he gasped, before he barked, humped upward, and let go.

Delilah exploded in a series of violent thrusts as she felt her young son let loose what she thought was his second heavy load into her womb. She didn't realize that only now was she ensuring a litter with her own son, taking his virginity while he was completely at a loss for what was happening. She only knew to whine and gasp and moan as hot, sticky cum splattered her shuddering pussy, pressed neatly against the mother's prolific womb. She was teetering on the edge of consciousness, tongue dangling from the side of her mouth as she drooled on her naked son, the bulge of his cock quite visible against her slender belly. Balls pulsed and squeezed, drenching her fertile womb in his incestuous cum, the tight tie holding it all in. Delilah howled into the air, finally getting the litter she'd been so terrified she'd received earlier that day. "Oh, Dylan!" she whined, tail wagging against his.

As much as he wanted to resist, he couldn't, balls pulsing as he felt his first orgasm rock his young body, heavy grey balls clenching like they never had before. He was really doing it, he was breeding his mother, and she seemed to want it. He had no idea what Doug would do, and whether Doug was really fucking Dolly or what. All that mattered right now was his paws grasping his mom's teats as he pumped up into her, giving the old girl all he got. His jaw was dropped the whole time, eyes wide in disbelief as he fucked his mom full of purebreds. "Oh, Mom, this is so hot," he whined.

Reaching down with both paws, Delilah cupped her own spade, squeezing it with all her strength as she worked herself raw on Dylan's virgin cock. How had she failed to notice how attractive her son had become? If the collie wouldn't raise her tail for Dylan, Delilah would have to, because she was a proud, proud momma.

And her son deserved it.

* * * * *

Dolly was undergoing her own, special kind of torture. First, there were no quiet places alone. Not even the bathrooms were safe, as the whole family did their business outside, using one of Dylan's amazing contraptions. While the family kept the bathrooms clear and prepped as if they'd have human guests, they were still important play rooms for the zillion puppies. Besides her Dad's room, there was what? Dylan's treehouse? If you somehow locked the door?

Under the floorboards might have worked if not for Diesel. Desperate, the young Dalmatian found a cupboard and slumped into it, closing the door. She could hear the pups playing outside, her eye twitching as she stared at the door to the cupboard, afraid at any moment that Dee Dee or Dizzy (or both) would pop open the door at the wrong time. Still, she had to. Sure, her Dad had gotten her off, but he hadn't given her what her body needed. Trembling slightly, she perked her ears and reached down with a paw to her puffy spade. Her first heat, and she didn't have anyone appropriate to deal with it. She tried rubbing herself, but between the nerves of someone finding her, or asking what was with her scent, and the sheer dissatisfaction her little black beans provided to her quivering pussy, she was getting nowhere.

Where's Fergus when you need him? Would the furtive fox even be interested in helping her out? Sure, he'd kissed her a few times, but that didn't mean he'd want to fuck a dog. Sighing, Dolly opened the cupboard and spilled out like a slow-moving ooze. At least until there was a ring at the door. That Hunter human, again? she wondered. He might have descended from that de Vil witch, but he turned out to be much better than normal humans. "Alright, alright, I'm coming," she grumbled (though she only wished she were cumming), ears flat as she tromped past her thousands of little nuisances to get to the front door. Grimacing, she swung the door open and -

"Spike!? Summer!?" She gasped.

"Surpriiiiise!" the collie exclaimed, as a farm truck drove off in the other direction. They must have hitched a ride.

Dolly blinked. "Woaoh! What are you two doing here?" Yes, of course her mind wandered to her little 'problem'. The solution lay right in front of her. "EMERGENCY GUEST ROOM!" she called out, twice, and her family sprang into action. The pups knew what to do, and that meant clearing out one of the extra bedrooms asap.

While a blur of activity began behind her, Spike said, "Hey, girl. We jus' figgered it'd been a monf or two an' maybe we oughta pay ye a visit."

"Is Dylan home?" Summer asked, her tail wagging.

"Yeah, yeah," Dolly said, urgently. "Come on guys, let me show you to your room."

"Where is he?" the blue merle asked, following between the Dalmatian and the Doberman.

Dolly shrugged. "Probably in his stupid observatory in the back yard. You know how he is. Come on, it's up one floor," she added, hopping the stairs two at a time.

Once the guests reached the room, Dolly was pleased to see that it was already cleared. She patted the little ones on the head for following the plan so well, and opened the door for them. There in the middle of the floor was a twin mattress - huge for two dogs. "Here we are!"

"Righteous, Dolly," Spike grinned. "But where'er you two gonna sleep?"

Dolly rolled her eyes. She used to melt at his every word, but things had changed since she'd kissed her dad. "I've got my own bed upstairs. We can trust the two of you together, right?" She was joking, but Summer glanced back and forth between them.

Spike said, "Yeah, sure. So wut say we get de gran tour?"

Dolly gulped. She was burning up, and only one thing could help her, and it had better not be Spike. He was too addictive. She'd end up doing exactly what she'd threatened Doug with - sleeping with the first boy that came along. No, the solution to all her problems was Summer. "You know what? I think there's a lot you can learn by, um..., introducing yourself. See if you can learn all 99 names, okay? Then you can come back. I've gotta ask Summer something."

"Huh? What?" Spike asked, resisting her as she pushed him through the doorway and slammed the bedroom door shut. Thank dog it had a lock!

Summer blinked. "What was that?" she asked, cocking her head.

"You two just hadda visit on the worst possible day," Dolly groaned, testing the locked door.

Summer shook her head. "What's the meaning of this, then?"

Groaning, her paws on her forehead, she whined, "I'm in heat. I can barely hold myself off my siblings, much less Spike. Why'd this have to happen now?"

Summer understood. "First heat, huh? I'm having my second - just before meeting Dylan again."

Dolly laughed. "As if that dweeb would know what to do with you anyway. At least you're safe."

Summer looked away. "Even if I don't wanna be?"

"Oh, shoot," Dolly gasped. "You -"

Summer shrugged. "I was hoping to at least get a kiss this time."

"Riiiiiiight," the athletic Dalmatian replied, grateful she hadn't said what she was thinking. "Well, I can't promise anything, there. No one knows how to get in Dylan's way better than Dylan. My advice? Be more forward with him. He's dense."

Summer nodded. "So I've noticed. What about you and Spike?"

Dolly groaned again, her tail between her legs. "I, uh, I don't know. Do you think he'll wear a noseplug if I tell him to? Ugh, that's not even the biggest problem!"

Summer cocked her head. "Which is, Dolly?"

Throwing herself head first into the bed, she buried herself under a pillow and whined, "I'm sooo fucking horny."

She couldn't hear Summer behind her, her paws covering her eyes and ears. She was the only one who would understand. She couldn't talk to her adoptive mother - they never really got along in the first place. None of the younger pups had ever gone into heat at all, as far as she knew, though a few were getting close. If Summer couldn't help her, no one could.

She felt the footsteps behind her as the collie approached the bed. "I know how it feels."

"But when does it get better?" Dolly growled.

Summer sighed. "There's only two ways, Mom said. The long way and the short way."

"What's the long way?"

A paw travelled up to pat her on the back comfortingly. "Wait it out for two weeks."

Dolly whined. "I think I know the short way already."

Summer crawled beside Dolly on the bed, nuzzling the Dalmatian reassuringly. "Yeah, not too convenient for you. But at least Spike is here, instead of just...what...your brother and your dad? So if you can't take it any longer, you've got an easy out."

Dolly shook her head, removing her paws from her face and glancing over at the blue-eyed collie. "You call a litter of Dobermans with a boyfriend I've only known for a few days 'easy'?"

Summer tittered. "Easier than trying to convince, say, your Dad to do it."

If you only knew... Dolly thought. "You made it through a heat. How'd you do it?"

"I, uh...had help," Summer admitted with a flick of her tail.

"What, like, a fox? Where's Fergus when you need him!?" she wailed.

Summer shook her head. "Not a bad idea, but no. She was a dog though."

Dolly paused. She stared at Summer, who stared back. "She?"

Summer just nodded. "There was a Sheltie next door with the same problem, but we, uh, 'helped' each other out. It never lasted long, but the itch went away at least for a few hours, and neither of us ended up with any puppies." She gave a small smile, her ears flopping adorably.

The Dalmatian knew first hand how short-lived that relief might be, having recently gushed all over her father's face, but she didn't dare mention that. Still, Summer was cute, with blue eyes that complimented the black fur around her right and the grey fur around her left. Her face and neck puffed out with her longest fur, a medium length in pure white that travelled all the way down her belly, with blue flanks and a black streak on the base of her tail before it faded away to pure white. Dylan had good taste - but Dolly wasn't so sure about Summer's taste. Why would she be interested in such a huge and total -

"Spike can't be up to more than twenty names by now," Summer interrupted Dolly's thought process. "And the door's locked. Unless you've got siblings that can fly, that window isn't a problem."

"Huh?" Dolly cocked her head, trying to refocus on the conversation.

Summer reached up and put a paw under Dolly's chin, lifting her face up until she was looking right into the collie's blue eyes. With a friendly smile, the Cornwall collie said, "Want to try it?"

Dolly's throat felt parched. She must have missed something in the conversation. Weren't they just talking about how Summer and a friend took their minds of their heats? Was she really suggesting that -

"Want to 'help' each other out?" she repeated.

A blush crept over the teenage dog's face as she realized that's exactly what Summer was suggesting. "B-but what about Dylan?" she stammered. A second later, she realized she hadn't asked about her boyfriend, Spike. He had been an afterthought to Summer's offer.

Summer ran her paw along Dolly's cheek. "I'm so horny now that if I see him, he's gonna end up a father, and we live five hours apart. I'm not ready to raise a litter on my own. You'll help me, won't you?"

Dolly was holding her breath. She had the same issue. Spike was still fucking hot, and she'd been this close to humping her own father to completion. Slowly, shivering, she looked up into Summer's eyes and nodded.

"Good," Summer whispered, leaning forward. And like that, Dolly tilted her head, and they were kissing. It wasn't anything like with Doug. Summer was soft and gentle, but still assertive, swirling the young girl's tongue around like a Judo master. She wasn't kidding about practice with that Sheltie. Dolly felt her tail wag as she pressed her lips wetly to her brother's girlfriend. Somehow, that didn't seem to matter, her body relaxing as Summer reached around her back to lower her to the bed.

They lay there, side by side, smiling. "That was -" Dolly started.

Before she could finish her compliment, Summer was back to her, leaning on one elbow as she kissed her again, the fluff of her chest entwining with the short, spotted fur that Dolly sported. Long, floppy ears lay flat for both of them as they made out, relishing each other's scents, paws roaming each other's bodies. Lazily, both girls' tails thumped against the bed. But this wasn't about kissing.

Summer said, "So what seems to be the problem, ma'am?"

Separating temporarily from the sexy collie, Dolly giggled. "It's my undercarriage, Ms. Mechanic." Despite the joke, Dolly was still nervous as she pulled back and motioned downward with a paw, lifting her upward leg. Blue eyes followed the motion down, tracing the little grey nubs that dotted her belly until Dolly's hindquarters came into full view. One leg flat against the bed, the other hiked up, Summer could see exactly the state of her new friend, Dolly's swollen black spade trembling in the cool air.

"I'm gonna need a closer look," Summer nodded, sagely.

Dolly's heart thudded as the other dog rolled to her feet, spun in a circle, and lay back down, now facing the other direction. The border collie's fluffy tail wagged through the air near Dolly's nose, fanning Summer's heat far more potently than even the truck ride had done. What a coincidence that both girls would be in heat at the same time! Now, Summer was just inches away from Dolly's outspread legs, the blushing Dalmatian fighting the sudden urge to close them. This was, after all, the point.

"I think I see the problem," Summer continued, reaching forward with her upper paw, her other elbow propping up her head. "This part here, by the exhaust - it's running really hot."

Dolly was going to joke back, but Summer's soft paw caressed her glistening spade at that moment, the fur between her toe beans engulfing her. The Dalmatian groaned, leaning back. She could only imagine how much easier it would be for all the puppies growing up after her, with dozens of brothers and sisters going through the same things at the same time, but Dolly had never had a young female friend like Summer. She shivered as Summer slowly spread her digits, the rough pads hooking into her labia and spreading her open just a centimeter. Her sticky, pink skin finally parted, folds spiraling into darkness for the inquisitive collie.

"Wow, Dolly, you're really...deep...in it..." Summer panted, her nose getting closer and closer to her musky, triangular opening.

Dolly was just holding her breath, her entire body tense. First her father, now a girl? She wouldn't have imagined today going like this in a thousand years. She'd expected some fun and games from Fergus, before the damned fox just abandoned her. A voice recorder with a dozen lines from her whiny brother could have caused a ton of mayhem! But if this was how today was going to go without Fergus, she didn't want to know how things would have gone if the Irish scoundrel had actually played some pranks.

Pulling her paw as far down as it could go, Summer kept Dolly pinned open, but was able to rub her nose against the Dalmatian's "private black spot". Ever polite, she asked, breathily, "C-can I lick it?"

"Nnnghh - yes!" Dolly groaned, breaking her temporary paralysis. With disbelieving eyes, she watched as the girl she barely knew from Cornwall pressed her cold nose up against the base of her vulva, spreading her up and down, before pushing her warm, flexible tongue into that trembling crevasse. Dolly dug her nails into the bed, holding on in shocked anticipation, until, like with her father, that enormous tongue squeezed in. All of the tension in her body faded at once, Dolly's body adjusting to the sudden, intense relief as something - anything - filled the aching need in her cunny. She moaned into the air, not even feeling a little bit goofy, too lost in the sheer exultation of Summer's tongue.

While Dolly writhed, rolling the rest of the way onto her back, Summer got to work savoring the platter before her, swirling and pushing her tongue down. Dolly's puffy folds stretched slowly at first, squeezing hard around the collie's tongue, but with each lick, more and more drool coated the Dalmatian, until her tunnel no longer clung to itself, gliding easily back and forth, in and out, slipping seductively into her. "Ohhhh...dog..." she groaned, her hind paws clenching and quivering in the air.

It felt like when Doug was licking her, except that Summer seemed to know even more about how to please a woman than Doug did - at least with her tongue. She slurped upward, hard, stretching out the hood of Dolly's triangular spade, knowing that buried within was the source of her pleasure. Again and again she edged around that little nub, never overwhelming the young Dalmatian, but keeping her moments from erupting. Like before, though, Dolly couldn't just receive without giving. Especially when Summer was sprawled out in front of her eyes.

Gulping, Dolly fought through the urge to just hump, and reached out to Summer's hind legs. She was lying sideways, her left leg obscuring everything, so Dolly lifted it. White belly fur appeared, never getting quite as short as hers did. But that didn't matter, because there, nestled beneath the collie's wagging tail, stood her engorged pussy, trembling with her heat. Swollen and trembling, her grey vulva stood several inches out of her fur. "Looks like..." Dolly panted, "...your undercarriage is running hot, too..."

Summer stopped licking, whimpering, "W-what it needs is more...liquid coolant..."

Dolly stared at it. Summer's pussy smelled strong and musky, but very different from her only other similar experience - with her dad, earlier that day. She'd been so turned on, the thought of licking Doug's wiener hadn't stopped her for a second. But she was a girl - she was supposed to suck cock. This seemed different. Sure, there were strong practical reasons the two girls were doing this, and it's not like they were gay or anything. Or at least Dolly wasn't. She'd never thought about or pictured what she was contemplating. But she couldn't leave Summer positively dripping like this.

Taking a deep breath, the helpful Dalmatian scooched forward, wrapped her paws around Summer's hips, and pulled her close, popping the whole spade into her own mouth. "Oh!" Summer gasped, before dutifully returning to her own task. Dolly didn't mind the flavor one bit, the soft, warm mound squished this way and that by her large tongue. She lapped, then licked, then sucked. Turned out, dog pussy didn't taste half bad! But this wasn't what Summer wanted - or needed. Steeling herself, Dolly tentatively poked at the girl's tight folds, before plunging in. "Oh, Dolly!" Summer gasped, her tail wagging faster as the Dalmatian returned the favor, slurping right up along the collie's clit.

They spread out in a sideways sixty-nine across the bed, forgetting that later that night, Summer was supposed to share the room with Spike. Tails thumped against the twin mattress in time to the loud suckling squelches, Dolly never realizing that Summer was slowing down her own tongue to give Dolly time to catch up. Soon, the two girls were panting and moaning and licking in time, both cunnies squirming and shuddering at similar pace. Summer said, "N-now, Dolly - go hard and don't stop..."

Guessing they'd abandoned the mechanic metaphor, Dolly spread her legs and dived back in, lapping eagerly at Summer even as the collie did the same back. All Summer's practice with her Sheltie friend paid off - she had timed them both perfectly, the first thrust of each tongue colliding past each girl's clit and triggering a simultaneous reaction. Hips turned to a flurry of humps, making the bed squeak, thick, fat tongues pushing as deep as ever, squeezed from all directions. Dolly had to really concentrate to keep slurping back and forth while the same was done to her, her second orgasm rocking her young body. She squeezed even harder with her paws, ramming Summer's pumping hips against her tongue.

"Nnnnnngh!" Dolly whined.

"Oh dog!" Summer yelped, though it came out as a muffled mess.

Shuddering in ecstasy, both girls squirted, gushing as they fully gave themselves over to the pleasure. Cum poured into Dolly's mouth, but her tongue was there and ready, pulsating as she swallowed again and again. She left her own musky mess on Summer's tongue, but the collie knew how to pace herself, swallowing slowly and steadily, her heart pounding in her chest. Still, both girls left a wet stain on the bed beneath them, unable to capture every drop with their tongues alone.

Gulps turned to slurps, turned to licks as they started to regain their breath and heart-rate, too sensitive to withstand a full-blown assault, until they lay there, side by side, lapping gently at each other's overworked pussy.

"Better?" asked Summer.

Panting softly, Dolly wiggled her hips, glancing down at her heat-engorged cunt. "N-not really," she admitted.

Summer laughed. "We might need a round two. How many names do you think Spike's memorized by now?"

Dolly groaned. "Do we have time?"

The collie shrugged. "The door's locked. We have as much time as we need." Something caught her eye. Summer's jaw dropped. "What...is...that?" she gasped, looking over at the shelves across the room.

Dolly followed her glance. "That chew toy? Fergus gave me that for my birthday."

"Brace yourself for round two, girl," Summer grinned. "Because that is not a chew toy.

* * * * *

While Fergus was inadvertently causing mischief in the guest bedroom, he was prowling in the Dalmatian's back yard. And yes, he wished that were a euphemism, but it wasn't. After leaving the groomer's he'd taken a proper nap, only to remember all the mischief he'd planned to prank Dylan. He could trick the pups into thinking Dylan was asking them for help, only for dozens of pups to arrive at the teenage dog's doorstep for no apparent reason! He could...

Well, that was all he'd thought of so far. Where was Dolly when you needed her? She'd think of something truly great. Tucking the cell phone into his collar, Fergus decided to find one of the two teens first, and see if inspiration struck. The easiest one to find would be Dylan, as Fergus knew how to hop from the fence across to the tree house in just a few goes. He bounded gracefully across the steps, a hundred or so dogs below completely unaware of their slinky red guest. Dylan was always in his treehouse, even during the day when he couldn't see any stars.

Peeking through the window, Fergus saw that he was right. Dylan was in the treehouse.

But he wasn't alone. Fergus could hardly believe what he saw - Delilah Dalmatian was sprawled out on her back, her legs spread wide just like she'd done with Fergus earlier that day, but this time it was actually her own son pumping away between her legs.

Oh hell, did I cause this? Fergus wondered. He knew there'd be an awkward conversation between the two, but he'd expected Dylan to convince his mom it wasn't him. He never expected the teenaged Dalmatian to actually take advantage of it! But no, that wasn't what was happening.

Fergus realized that Dylan looked absolutely gobsmacked, his mom's paws wrapped around the back of his hips, all but forcing her confused son to keep pounding away at that precious pussy. She still didn't even seem to know she'd been tricked back at the groomer's! They were both way too busy to notice the fox sliding open the window just a crack and slipping the cellphone through the gap, his paw on "record". Think about what he could do with this sultry evidence.

And this time he wasn't just recording the audio! It's my lucky day, he thought, and as if to confirm that thought, he got to hear Delilah moan out as she wrapped her hind paws around her son, too: "Give it to me, son. Breed me, Dylan!"

Followed by two simultaneous responses. "Oh, dog!" - and splurt!