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Tramp woke up from his slumber, lying snuggly against his mate, Lady, as a sweet scent filled his nostrils wafting from a great distance. Even during his life as a street dog, long before this pampered, worry-free one, the things he trusted most was his innate sense of smell, his intuition and his street smarts.

Quietly standing from the doggy bed, he was careful not disturb the peaceful Lady, as well as his humans, Jim dear and darling, who had also been sleeping soundly, and made his way towards the bedroom door. Jim dear & darling always kept the door partly ajar in case their beloved dogs would ever need to relieve themselves during the night. Tramp, Lady and the pups knew quite well to not piddle anywhere inside the house. With such liberties like open doors, or even just a roof over their heads, Tramp, Lady and the pups felt that it was only right to obey their humans' wishes.

Nudging the door open with his snout, Tramp sniffed the air again and was hit with that sweet scent that had caused him to awaken. It wasn't as stifled now with the door open, but nonetheless, it remained faint and anonymous. He knew the smell had to have come from inside the house, however, and decided that it was best to investigate.

Stepping out of the room, he padded softly down the stairs where he was mildly startled by the sound of the grandfather clock striking 3 times to indicate the time. Quickly acknowledging the hour, Tramp passed the platform of the staircase, the moon shining brightly through the extravagant stained glass window pane, and finally touched the floor at the foot of the steps.

Testing the air with his nose again, he followed the sweet smell that had lured him there and on through the kitchen. Pushing the swinging door with his paw, he poked his head through to the other side, scanning the room momentarily for any signs of movement before advancing. The soft clicking of his claws against the kitchen floor and the sound of his pups' subtle snoring where the only noises his acute sense of hearing could detect.

He stood by his pups' doggy bed and smiled to himself, feeling like the luckiest dog in the world to have such a family. The sister pups, Annette, Danielle and Colette, were huddled together in their own bed, of course. Whereas Scamp, his only son, prefered to have a bed of his own and refused to lay with his sisters. It was only a couple of days ago that Scamp realized that not all females were bad, and had no objections to allow Angel, the newest member of their family, to occupy his bed with him. Speaking of which, Tramp then noticed that Angel was nowhere to be found.

Furrowing his brows, he wondered where she may have gone and skimmed the kitchen once more, wondering if she had found another place to sleep in the room. She was, after all, a former street dog like himself, and probably wasn't accustomed to such a prestine change in lifestyle. Just as he was about to start off to look for Angel, however, his nose suddenly reminded him of why he was up and about in the first place.

The smell was even stronger and sweeter than before now, piquing his curiosity to a greater level. Putting his nose to the air, Tramp was back on its trail again, following the intoxicating smell out the doggy door and onto the small back porch. Like before, he skimmed the premises for any signs of movement and kept his ears on the alert.

He saw something move from the corner of his eye and snarled slightly, his fur immediately stood up on his back, prepared to give chase if there was an intruder abound. His nerves were put to ease when the thing wasn't an intruder, but Angel, who appeared to have been crouched over on the ground, grooming herself by the farthest side of the yard. Tramp inhaled the cool night air deeply and was once more hit by that same sweet smell. Testing the air again with his nose, he stepped off the back porch and made his way towards Angel, where the scent smelled even more heavenly. It was all beginning to make sense to him now and Tramp smiled slyly as he crept up to Angel from behind.

"It's a little late to be grooming, isn't it?" he said nonchalantly with a grin.

Angel spun around and gasped loudly, startled and embarrassed as she put her leg down as she was just caught licking her loins by the infamous Tramp.

"I-I-I didn't hear you! I-I'm not-! It's not what you-! I w-wasn't doing anything! Honestly!" Angel tried to explain.

Tramp merely chuckled at her poor attempt at an excuse. "Don't worry. There's nothing to be ashamed about. You're just in heat."

Angel lowered her head and looked away, doing her best to keep her front paws in front of her to cover the area she had just been licking, which was still damp and in need of attention.

Tramp sat down and spoke with a calm voice, not wanting to intimidate the smaller Angel. "I know this must be difficult for you, being your first heat cycle, but you don't have to worry," he said, trying to catch her gaze to further reassure her. "There's not a dog in his right mind who would even try to step into here. This is my territory and they best know to stay out of it."

"I don't know what to do," Angel said timidly. "Licking myself doesn't...It doesn't satisfy me. I want to and NEED to be mated. Scamp doesn't seem to notice at all, though."

With those magic words, Tramp licked his lips and grinned slyly again, standing to his feet again. "Scamp's still too young to understand,...but I can help you," he said pacing around her, coming to a stop as he sat beside her. "And you won't have to worry about having puppies, either. Jim dear and darling took away my pride a long time ago. Besides,..."

Tramp drifted off momentarily, giving Angel a soft lick on the neck and nipped at her fur, inhaling her sweet scent until it completely overpowered him. It had been a long time since he's mated, and Angel's predicament would soon be his relief.

Tramp moved himself to straddle Angel from behind, leaning forward to whisper in her ear, "...I haven't properly welcomed you to my family yet."

Angel closed her eyes and shivered, feeling her nether region grow hot again as Tramp continued to caress and lick the back of her neck tenderly. She let out a soft moan and lifted her rump slightly off the ground, feeling Tramp rub his underside against her cream colored, curly tail.

"I know you want it...Tell me you want it," Tramp breathed into her ear again, convincing the young bitch to comply with his slow, rhythmic thrusts. It was just a teaser as to what he was going to offer her and what was to come...Quite literally.

"Uhhn-Huhhn...Ahhh," Angel panted, now standing on all fours to allow Tramp to rub his sheath against her hot cunt teasingly. "I want you, Tramp...I uhhn-ahhh!" she gasped when Tramp nipped her scruff, cutting her off in mid-sentence.

"Call me daddy, Angel baby," he commanded. "Tell daddy what you want him to do to you."

"I...I want you," she said in hypnotic tone. "Want you to mate me, all night long. Make me howl your name! Do me, now! Do me, please!"Angel begged, almost forgetting to keep her voice to a hush.

"...Please?" Tramp asked, poking his sheath into her eager cunt, teasing her further while waiting to hear her obey his command.

"Daddy," she finally conceded. "I'm so horny; I can't take this anymore! DO ME NOW, DADDY!"

Instantly, Tramp prepared to settle himself to mount Angel's small form when she slipped out from under him, sprinting away towards the dog house. He was never one to enjoy foreplay, but it did not seem to bother him tonight and quickly sprinted after her.