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Scamp sniffed at his mother, confused. The Cocker Spaniel and run to the end of her tether as if she were scared of him. Her own son. What was she afraid of, and why did she smell so good? "Mom? Where's that scent coming from?" he asked.

All he heard in reply was a muffled whimper. In Lady's haste to back away from her son, she'd stumbled over her plastic cone and tumbled head-first into to the dog house. The cone itself had gotten wedged rather neatly in the opening, blocking off all sound. All Scamp could see of his mother now was her soft, brown fur from the neck down, as she lay trapped on her back. She was still half-again Scamp's size, but he'd been growing fast. Judging by his paws, Tramp had said he'd probably grow up to be as big as his dad.

Scamp was about to help get his mother free, but the scent was stronger than ever. Snuffling gently, he followed his nose, and to his amazement drew nearer and nearer his mother's stubby little tail. He'd never really paid any attention to the little nub of lightly-furred flesh beneath her tail, but something about it seemed different. It looked bigger - almost puffy, and it was definitely the source of that wonderful smell.

He stopped a foot from his mother's mound, breathing in deeply, still feeling strangely dazed. His stomach hurt for some reason. This close, he could detect a heavy, musky scent, which he figured must have been caused by Buster. When Lady had been looking away, Buster had climbed on top of her, and whatever he was doing to her seemed to make her really happy. Scamp wasn't sure what to do, so he'd waited in the bushes.

But his mom had thought Buster was Tramp, and when she found out the truth, she'd started sobbing. Scamp wished he were bigger for the thousandth time; big enough to get back at Buster for what he'd done to Lady. But he was still small, and afraid, so he'd waited. The Doberman was long gone now, but his scent still covered Lady's rump. Scamp lowered his nose to just a few inches away, breathing deep.

His breath made his mom's mound quiver and she began to squirm and whimper and kick her legs. Scamp's stomach only hurt worse, and he groaned softly. What was wrong with him? Glancing down, he saw that something was wrong with his sheath.

"What the he...ck?" he said, almost forgetting that his mother was right there, so he'd better not swear. Out of his sheath he saw a bright, glossy red thing, poking out. No wonder his stomach hurt. He needed help, so he'd better get his mother free as fast as possible! He was bleeding!

Scamp reached up to take his mother's hips and pull her out of the doghouse, but grabbed her and stopped in his tracks. While she squirmed and said, "Scmm, nnn! Stuuu!", Scamp recalled what he'd seen Buster doing. The Doberman had had a similar thing happening with his sheath, only his shiny red thing was really big and long. Sitting back and looking again, Scamp gently investigated. He put a paw on his sheath, and it slid back, revealing even more of his shiny penis. He had one too, just like Buster!

Scamp groaned, peeling his sheath back from his sensitive cock. His definitely wasn't as big as Buster's, but for his size it seemed alright. Scamp felt a strange rush of pride.

He turned back to look at his mother, thinking back. What had Buster done with her? The large stray had been just as interested as Scamp was in his mother's scent. He'd sniffed her, and licked her, and then pushed his glistening penis inside of her. And she'd loved every second of it, until she found out it was Buster. Well, that made sense; she'd never liked the big, mean dog. But she loved Scamp!

Suddenly, Scamp knew what he had to do to make his mother stop sobbing and whimpering. Maybe if he did what Buster had done, she'd forget all about the Doberman! Gently, Scamp placed a large paw on either side of his mother's bouncing vulva, lying down between her legs. She kicked her feet, but that was all, as Scamp took another deep breath.

Lady whined, though Scamp could barely hear it through the cone. "Don't worry, Mom," he said. "I'll help."

Scamp opened his mouth and took a long, firm lick from the round, swollen base of her pussy up to the delicate, tapered point. The gentlest pressure sent warm, bubbling fluid spilling out of her onto his tongue, which he lapped up eagerly. He recognized the slimy, white stuff from when Buster had pulled away from Lady. The salty, musky flavor was unlike anything he'd ever tasted!

"Mmmph! Nnnnmph!" Lady cried, shifting her hindquarters this way and that. Scamp kept her warm abdomen roughly in place, taking another lick. Her soft, rubbery folds gave way easily to his tongue, which dipped tightly inside his mother. Her warmth and juices radiated across his tongue, and despite himself Scamp began to wag his tail, pressing forward - deeper.

Gulp! Slurp! Scamp lapped at Lady's cunny, ignoring her muffled protests and dedicated squirming. She was so delicious, he completely ignored the growing pain in his stomach, too busy eating his mother out in an effort to swallow every last drop of the two, distinct liquids. He guzzled Buster's cum, not knowing any better.

His tongue slid down her tight canal like he was licking the marrow out of a bone, only his mom tasted thirty times better! Scamp began to instinctively thrust his hips, though his little cock was still a foot away from her.

"Blss, mmp, oofta stuuu!" Lady wailed, unable to hold back her lust-riddled humps. She pedalled her short legs in the air, rocking up and down against his licks.

Finally, Scamp pulled his tongue free, gasping for air. He looked down to see his cock looking like a miniature version of Buster's, swollen knot and all. He even saw a drop of white cum on his tip, just confirming to the young pup what he was supposed to do with his new discovery. "Alright, Mom, I got this!" he said, encouragingly. He climbed onto Lady's stomach, his chest brushing warmly up against hers. He straddled her, his bulk shoving her legs apart, until his virgin tip was dangling just inches from his mother's heat-swollen cunt.

"Nnnnoooo!" she whined, and if her words were at all unclear, she backed it up with her paws, placed roughly on either of Scamp's shoulders, pushing him back.

"Wha -?" Scamp asked, confused. Why was she pushing him away now? She smelled so nice, and felt so right between his paws. How could she not want it? She must, he concluded, moaning as his dripping cocktip brushed up against her quivering vulva. He ignored her struggles, and did what came naturally to him.

Hump!

Scamp shoved his first erection right into the tight hole from which he'd first entered the world. Grunting, he dug his claws into his mother's sides, leaning forward. Scamp spread Lady's cum-soaked pussy easily enough until his virgin knot smacked into her tender lips. Growling, the young pup rocked his hips back and jabbed forward, hard. His second thrust impaled his mother completely, his bulge barrelling between her aching folds.

"Oh, God damn!" he howled, forgetting not to swear. She probably couldn't hear him anyway. His mother was squeezing down around his cock from all directions, slurping wetly around his knot. Scamp was in heaven. The feelings coursing through his body from his penis made his whole, young body shiver and shake. He tried to pull back, but there was only an inch or so of give. Good enough, he thought, slamming forward again.

"Rrrrnph, nnnnt b hppnnn!" his mother squealed. He could feel her rocking her hips and down, her front paws pinned cutely up against her chest, rather than pushing him away. Scamp groaned as he pounded his mother's fertile hole, his tongue dangling out of the side of his mouth. His eyes drifted down to scan his mother's two rows of 8 teats, poking up out of her white fur. He'd never really noticed them before (at least since he was weaned), but now they seemed somehow enticing. He never stopped humping, but he began to also slide his tongue up and over each nipple in turn, making Lady squirm.

Scamp gritted his teeth, humping harder. He felt weird, like he was about to throw up. His belly hurt worse than ever, but even though he was afraid, he couldn't make himself stop fucking his mother. Lady whined, digging her claws into the dirt on either side of her before spreading her legs even farther apart. Her son's eager thrusts began to pick her rump all the way off the ground, and despite herself, she wrapped her hind legs around Scamp's back, letting her paws wave daintily in the air.

"Mom..." Scamp whined, feeling like he was about to explode. Every thrust sent his tip slapping up against something deep inside her, and Scamp wanted nothing more to hammer himself even farther. His mother's tight cunt squeezed and clenched hard around him, the contractions massaging every inch. Wet slurps and schlorps punctuated each thrust, disguising his sister's approach.

"Scamp, what are you doing!?" shrieked Annette, when she finally got close enough to see what was happening. "What are you doing to Mom!?"

Scamp glanced over at his sister, to lost to feel embarrassed. "Ohhhhh," he groaned, looking straight at his stunned, confused littermate.

Splurt!

Scamp shuddered, exploding almost like he'd predicted. But the pain vanished immediately, replaced by the most overwhelming buzz he'd ever felt. His balls pulsed, shooting three, heady ropes of cum straight into his mother's waiting, unprotected womb. Lady quivered beneath him, letting loose a stream of muffled yelps, whines, and even moans. Rippling contractions caressed Scamp's erupting cock, making the young pup want to keep pumping away. He rammed forward, squeezing his tip as hard as he could, but nothing more came out. Every drop of his first ejaculation had spilled into her fertile chamber, mixing with Buster's more sizable contributions. "Oh, God!" he yelped.

"Scamp!" Annette cried, "I'm telling Dad!"

"Annette, wait!" he yelped. Would he get in trouble? How could he know? His mom sure seemed to be happy, still shuddering and moaning. Still, better that Lady talk to Tramp than Annette. Unfortunately, the little Cocker Spaniel was already bolting across the yard toward the house. "Annette!" he called again, trying to pull away from his mother.

Further proof that Lady liked it, Scamp was unable to pull free. Her bulging pussy tugged against Scamp's knot, making the young pup wince and yelp. With steady, schlurping tugs, he was making ground, but his sister had already entered the house. He had to run, fast!

"Scmp, waaad!" Lady cried. Scamp didn't have time to figure out what she was trying to say. With a grunt, he pulled back, finally tugging his swollen knot free. Panting, he ran after Annette, leaving his mother, still trapped in the dog house, now leaking two kinds of cum down her tail onto the ground below.

* * * * *

Danielle walked down alley after alley, completely lost. Where was everyone? At home, she could barely walk three feet without running into Annette or Collette or Scamp. Wasn't the whole world as busy and hectic as home? But as she crept through the dark alleys, all she saw was the occasional bird.

Wait, birds weren't dogs, right? Yipping, she called out to one as it flew up into the sky, "Hey, bird! Hey, wait, come back!"

Danielle whined, her itch only growing stronger. Normally, she would just scratch it, but this itch seemed to be somewhere inside of her. She needed to find someone who wasn't a dog to breed her as soon as possible! At least, that's what Angel said, and the former stray dog seemed to know things that even Collette didn't!

The next three birds all flew away without even saying anything. Danielle sat down heavily and whimpered, "Oh, poop!" Realizing that she'd just said a naughty word, she clapped both paws to her mouth and looked around to see if anyone had heard.

She gasped a sigh of relief when she found the alley deserted. Giggling softly to herself, Danielle whispered one of the words she'd always wanted to say, but knew she couldn't. "Sucks...(!)" She gasped, almost falling over when she realized she'd actually said it. "Oh, goodness!" she yipped, wondering briefly why that was even a bad word. Maybe it was impolite to make people think of scary vacuum cleaners.

Danielle racked her brain for another, even worse word. She could say anything, and no one would know! Barely audible, she whispered, "Butthole."

Danielle grimaced, whining. Why had she said that!? "Oh, gosh, I shouldn't have said that!" she winced, tucking her tail between her legs.

"Choodn' have said whad, senorita?"

Danielle gasped, swinging her left paw up to her pounding heart. Someone was here! She had to scan the alley twice before she saw the owner of the sudden voice. Judging by his yawn, he had been sleeping behind the stoop when she'd woken him.

"Oh, golly, you scared me!" Danielle yipped. She'd never seen anything like the creature that now walked sleepily down the stairs to stand in front of her. He was brown, with a patchy, reddish tuft of thicker fur on his forehead, about the same size as Danielle herself. He had enormous, pointy ears, and short fur all the way down to the tip of his long, thin tail. "Who are you?" she asked, sitting politely in front of him.

"Pedro Rodrigo Armando Chihuahua, para servirle." Pedro ignored Danielle's wide-eyed, "Buh?" and added, "Whad ees a preedy leedle lady like yoo do-een so far from home?

Danielle cocked her head, trying to work out what the strange male was saying through his thick accent. Her eyes brightened noticeably when she finally understood. "Oh," she chirped, "Angel said I need someone who isn't a dog to breed me and take away this terrible itch!" To emphasize her point, the young Cocker Spaniel scratched her butt against the ground, though as always, she found no relief.

"Are you keed-een me?" he asked, sniffing the air. "No, no, I smell eed now. Dees Anhell ees estupid to leave one so leedle an' eenocen' as yoo alone."

At first, Danielle was horrified that Pedro would swear in front of her, until she realized that "Anhell" meant Angel. "We got split up," she said, simply. "What about you? Are you a dog?"

Now it was Pedro's turn to cock his head. "For seerious? Yoo don' know? Of course I'm..."

The small, brown animal stopped short, eyes suddenly widening.

"What?" asked Danielle.

Pedro grinned at her and said, "Mis amigos say I am a rat, an' I guess dey are right!"

"Oh! Great!" the young Cocker Spaniel exclaimed, though she had no idea who Misamigo was. "Then you can breed me, and I won't get puppies! Would you, please?"

"Well, I dunno..." he said, scratching the back of his head with a paw.

"Pleeeeeease!"

"For yoo, senorita, anyding. I know jus' how to scratch dat eetch."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she yipped cheerfully, hopping forward excitedly. Then she remembered that she had no idea what breeding was. With wide eyes, she asked, "What do we do?"

Pedro licked his lips, beginning to circle the young pup with a smirk. "Well, you see, senorita...you have a eetch deeeeep eenside you." He slid up next to Danielle, reaching around her rump with a paw to slid up and under her puffy, y-shaped folds. He cupped her pussy, making her shiver. "I gotta get een dere to scratch eed."

"Inside? How?" she asked, laying her large, fluffy ears back.

Pedro walked back in front of her and sat down. "My paws won' work, but I got jus' da theen, right here." He lowered a paw to pat the very tip of his sheath. Danielle noticed something dark and red poking out, unlike anything she'd ever seen from Scamp.

"Whoa..." she gasped.

"Now, eed might be a leedle beeg for a puppy like yoo, so we gotta get eed muy, muy wet." He sat back, lifting his paws, and said, "Yoo can have da honors."

"You want me to lick it!?" she yelped. She knew she wasn't supposed to touch anyone's sheath, though she didn't know why. Still, Pedro made a lot of sense, and he was really going out of his way to help her with her problem.

"Si, seniorita. Jus' make sure yoo watch dose teeth, alright?"

Inching forward, Danielle finally reached the rat's crotch. She glanced up at Pedro, who simply nodded encouragingly. Taking a deep breath, the young girl opened her mouth and lowered her muzzle down to Pedro's glistening tip. Ever so gently, she wrapped her little mouth around him.

Pedro let out a long, heavy groan, but Danielle immediately pulled back, and asked, "I didn't hurt you, did I, Mr. Chihuahua?"

"No, no. An' Meester Chihuahua ees mi father's name. Jus' Pedro, okay?"

"Okay...Pedro." Daintily, she lowered her mouth again to his cock, wrapping her tongue gingerly around his tip. He groaned again, but she ignored it. Seconds later, she felt two strong paws on the back of her head, pushing and pulling her to just the right spots.

"Dios los bendiga!" he exclaimed. "Dats eed, chica, leek eed up!"

Schlurp! Slurp! Smack! Danielle noticed that the rat's cock was growing in her mouth, getting harder against her tongue. It didn't even taste too bad, especially right at the tip. She licked faster, enjoying the pleased rumbling sounds coming from Pedro's throat.

"Now pud dose leeps togeder an suck!" he said, pushing her head down until his growing dick was tickling the back of her throat.

Oh! So that's what 'sucks' means! Danielle wrapped her lips around the rat's cock, and began to slurp steadily. Pedro moaned, beginning to hump his hips up against her muzzle.

"Parar! Stop!" he yelped, pulling her away. Danielle looked up at him, trembling, wondering what she'd done wrong. Pedro quickly said, "Eed ees ready, chica. Turn aroun', eed ees your turn."

She nodded, turning around and looking over her shoulder at the large rat, whose dick was now big and sopping wet. His eyes drifted below her tail and he said, "Dios mio!" before hopping onto her back.

"Thank you, Mr...I mean Pedro," she said politely, waiting eagerly for him to breed her and take away that incessant itching. The larger rat fit nicely over her, his paws tucked neatly around her waist. Her stubby tail wagged up against his belly, and she felt his cock first rubbing up against her dark, swollen spade, then up against her tail hole. He held it there for several seconds, before sighing, and lowering it again.

"Perdoname, muchacha..." he said.

"Buh?"

"Ees Spanish for 'I'm a rat.'"

"Oh." What's 'spanish'?

Pedro slammed forward, spearing her virgin pussy in one, smooth motion to a loud splortch! "Ohhhhh!" she yelped. Immediately, the itch vanished, replaced by his fat, throbbing cock. Her tender sex engulfed him, clenching tightly, waves of the most intense pleasure she'd ever experienced splashing through her small body. This was ten times better than a bath!

Pedro seemed to be enjoying himself, too, letting loose a high-pitched squeal as he began humping Danielle wildly. He gritted his teeth and yipped, "Why have I nayver taken poppies before? Che ees so tight!"

She ached, but in a strangely good way as Pedro rammed his cock in and out of her untried pussy. She felt so weak and vulnerable in the larger animal's strong grasp, but that only made her moan harder and push back against him. "Oh, Mr. Chihuahua!" she cried.

Again and again his oversized balls smacked into the long fur between her legs. Danielle had to wince as she felt something new - thick and hard banging up against her heat-swollen spade. "Oh! Oh!" she whined, reflexively spreading her hind legs even further apart. She needed that inside of her. "Harder!" she wailed.

Pedro jabbed his knot against her, but he kept his thrusts slow and steady. Instead, he said, "Only eef yoo say yoor my beetch!"

"What!?" she gasped, horrified both that he would use such a word, and ask her to say it. But the warm feeling inside of her was very demanding.

"Say eed, beetch!" he barked in her furry ears.

"I'm your bitch!" she whined, in that moment willing to do anything to feel Pedro's full knot inside of her.

"Say eed like yoo mean eed!" he yipped, tail wagging as he pounded her.

"Breed me harder, Pedro! I'll be your bitch forever! Do it!" she whimpered, her rump blurring as she humped up and down.

"Muy bien, chica!" Pedro howled, slamming forward so hard that his knot popped right inside the little puppy. Danielle yelped, but the pain vanished immediately, replaced by a thudding warmth right where the itch used to be. That bulge must be the itch-scratcher! She dropped her jaw and howled.

Pedro held on tight as the puppy began to shudder beneath him. "Oh, joder!" he yelped, and released himself inside of her. Large, wet spurts of cum shot down her, splattering directly into her young, fertile womb. Danielle had no idea the significance of what was happening as Pedro bred her, flooding her unprotected chamber with more and more 'rat' seed. She just spread her legs and squeezed down around him, her trembling cunt milking him for all he was worth.

She was still whining, drooling down her lolling tongue, when Pedro turned around, his knot still buried tightly in her distended vulva. "Oh, dhank you, chica," he said, squeezing another bubbling shot of cum into her. "I needed dat."

Why was he thanking her? She was the one who had asked him to breed her. And boy had it worked! She didn't feel the itch at all anymore.

Ten minutes later, Pedro tugged himself free, a torrent of his cum spilling out of her no-longer-virgin pussy. "Thank you, Mr...I mean Pedro," she said, still quivering.

"Don' mention eed," he said, "Really."

Danielle nodded, and took one step forward before she stopped in her tracks. "Oh no!" she cried.

Pedro looked alarmed. "What ees eed?"

"The itch! It's back!" she whined.

Pedro smiled sweetly and said, "Don' worry, senorita. Eef yoo ask nicely, I weel help yoo again.

She smiled back. Lifting her little rump, the puppy looked over her shoulder at the Chihuahua and said, "Pleeeeeeeeease?"