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Trudi _knew_there was something going on, but she couldn't prove it. She'd been monitoring her partner's movement for weeks now, watching every time there was a break in the instruction. Their human owner, Dan, ran the obedience school, and used the two dogs to demonstrate proper training behavior.

But each two-hour session had two fifteen minute breaks, and it seemed like each break, Pollack managed to find some excuse to meet with one of the young students in Dan's office. And the Dalmatian was left alone with them, since Dan was always taking a smoke break during that time.

One would think that the other humans would watch their damned dogs during the fifteen minute break, but some of them were smokers, too, or just wanted to play on their phones, and that left the students mostly to mill around in the common area. At first Trudi had believed the story that he was just working one-on-one with the young bitches on problem areas, but...

Time after time, Trudi watched as the girls left Dan's office through the doggy door, their fur all jostled out of place, giggling and wagging their tails. There were three main offenders: Bethany, a little black Pomeranian, Anders, a half-grown Bernese Mountain Dog, and Sasha, a blue-tinted Siberian Husky pup. When Trudi asked them what they'd been doing, they usually said something along the lines of "Practicing, Miss Trudi."

They always smelled strongly of Dalmatian, but that was a little understandable, but whenever she managed a quick sniff beneath their tails, their rump fur seemed damp. For God's sake, Anders was only three months old!

The Australian Cattle Dog narrowed her amber eyes at the door. He was in there with Sasha right now. Trudi would have loved to just poke her head in, but Pollack always pushed a heavy box in front of the doggy door 'for privacy'. She couldn't shake the feeling that he was in there, plugging the eight-month-year-old bitch. Worse, she'd just come into her first heat. He wouldn't...would he?

Yet, sure enough, a mere ten minutes into the fifteen minute break, Sasha emerged, legs wobbling, a goofy grin on her face. One of the husky's ears was stuck inside-out, her tail was all frizzed up, and she was panting. What kind of obedience routine left a bitch panting?

Trudi pretended she'd been just walking back, turning to say, "Oh, Sasha. What are you doing?"

The little slut didn't even have the courtesy to be embarrassed. She glanced at the old cattle dog, smiling. "Pollack was teaching me how to behave, you know, when I'm in heat."

Trudi cocked her head. "Strange. What did he do? Why didn't you come to me? I'm in heat, too."

Sasha laughed. "I, uh..., wanted a _male_perspective." The insolent little bitch then covered for him, saying, "He explained how males would behave around me, and what I could do to avoid an unwanted litter."

"What about a _wanted_litter?" the Aussie asked.

Sasha just grinned, showing her teeth to the shorter instructor. "Oh, I already know what to do for that."

The little, school-aged bitch trotted off at that, making no effort to hide her curled up tail and her damp, freshly licked rump. Had licking been all_that had happened, or had he just been covering up something much more irresponsible? If pressed, Trudi knew that Sasha would claim all the slobber was _hers, since a quick cleaning wasn't particularly unusual among dogs in heat...

Trudi had had enough. She'd already tipped off the canine cops, anonymously, that there was an instructor taking advantage of underage students, but they hadn't even responded to the call. She wondered if the police department were as corrupt as Pollack! Fur bristling, the Australian Cattle Dog barged through the doggy door to confront her long-time partner.

"What do you think you'd doing!?" she demanded.

Pollack was licking himself, again, not generally suspicious, his leg up to reveal a hint of red. He stopped and lowered his leg when she entered, cocking his head. "What do you mean?"

"Don't think I don't know what's going on - with Sasha, Anders, Bethany..."

"Whats...going on?" he said, playing dumb.

"You're sleeping with them!"

He had the gall to drop his jaw. "What on earth_gave you _that idea? Jesus, Trudi, Anders isn't even half-a-year old!"

"You can't tell me that Sasha was in here, in heat, and you didn't..."

Pollack rolled his eyes. "Look, Trudi, I know it's that time of the month for you, but just because you're feeling randy doesn't mean I can't control myself around_puppies_."

"Tell me the truth," she demanded.

"What do you want me to say? That I invited that husky in here, blocked the door, and pushed her up against the wall? That she whimpered when I kissed her, her entire body shivering as I pushed her head down between my legs?"

"Pollack..." Trudi whined. She could hardly believe what he was telling her, even though many similar scenarios had been running through her head.

The large Dalmatian continued, with a grin, "What if I told you that all her training had paid off - she's got quite the talented tongue? But this_time, she wanted something else from me? She wanted to know_firsthand what males wanted to do to her."

Trudi was holding her breath, frozen in front of the sheer, boastful confidence of her long-time partner. How could_he? He _knew taking advantage of a puppy was as illegal as it was immoral!

"Who could turn down a freely-offered, dark, swollen spade? Would you believe that she didn't even yip when I mounted her, she just spread her legs?"

She _did_believe that. The blue-furred minx hadn't seemed the least ashamed of what she'd done, but neither, to be fair, did Pollack. Trudi's head swam with the freshly revealed details, and the cattle dog had to tuck her tail between her legs, her _own_heat starting to act up at the raunchy description.

"Oh, but the half-grown bitch surely did yelp when I jabbed into that ripe, tight mound! The one thing she'd denied me all those times before, finally squeezing down around my puppy baster when it actually mattered. Does she really understand the consequences? I suppose it doesn't matter."

"Pollack, how could you?" Trudi panted, feeling a bit faint. Curse her heat - she'd always been so good at controlling herself, but now, as the Dalmatian told her this horror story, she was dripping wet. She was almost as bad as he was!

Pollack looked thoughtful for a moment. "How could I not? A fertile piece of puppy tail grunting beneath me? Oh, how I plundered that husky's pussy - she could hardly _believe_when I knotted her, draining my nuts straight into her untried womb."

Trudi dropped her jaw. He'd really done it - gone all the way. She whimpered.

The Dalmatian sat, his tail no longer wagging. "I wonder if she knew she was carrying a litter of mutts home to her owner? What better parting gift than a surprise for her master?"

"You won't get away with this..." Trudi growled at the larger dog.

"Trudi, shut up. None of that happened," he growled.

The Aussie blinked. "What?"

"Sasha came in here with questions about her heat, I answered them, and then she left. Jesus, Trudi, you're in heat. You're not thinking straight. I can smell it from here; you were_turned on_ by that story. Quit letting your imagination run wild, or next time I might take your wild accusations personally." With a huff, he pushed past the cattle dog, leaving her speechless.

With a parting breath, the Dalmatian sighed, rolled his eyes, and said, "Bitches."

Trudi didn't know what to think. She had_been turned on, but she'd been watching Pollack for weeks, even_before her heat. She couldn't just be imagining the whole thing. And that story had been so detailed, sounded so true. She sniffed around the office, looking for evidence, but before she'd gotten in three huffs, Dan was calling all the people and dogs back to the training room.

"God damn it," Trudi grumbled, padding away. "Where are the police when you need them!?"