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Life was more than pleasant at Cherry Tree Farm, Little Tichfield, Devon. There was plenty of room for a dog to run, and there were all sorts of interesting things to see, from farm animals to rabbits. Or even a skunk! It certainly beat the small flat in London, which was nice enough when it was just Roger and Pongo. And Pongo had many fond memories of his time at the flat when Perdita moved in. It had been more than just a marriage of convenience. He loved her. He would fight for her, die for her. He felt the same way about all his puppies, too, even their adopted children. And that was a full time job! He and Perdita had managed to create fifteen beautiful puppies all on their own, and he had wondered how he could keep track of all of them. But recent events had led to their adoption of 84 little pups.

Pongo's pet, Roger, was a big help in keeping track of all the little guys, and now that they were on the farm and the devil woman was locked up once and for all, there was time for Pongo to finally relax. It had been hard enough thwarting Cruella the first time, but then she had stolen the puppies again. Thankfully, Thunderbolt had been there to save them! He tried to give most of the credit to little Patch, but Pongo knew that a true hero was humble. He had seen enough of Thunderbolt's heroics to know that those three wretched humans would have no chance against the powerful, athletic German Shepherd.

He wasn't just thinking about Thunderbolt because he had once again watched him on the television, as had become their nightly ritual. He liked to pretend around the puppies that he and Perdie only watched the show to humor their kids, but he really did like it. Thunderbolt was extremely photogenic, and it was nice to see dogs get their proper credit now and again from the humans. Pongo had watched every episode of the shows two seasons, watching intently as Thunderbolt ran, barked, and fought, all to save his young pet child. He enjoyed the slow motion parts best, watching as every muscle in the German Shepherd's body tensed and flexed as he ran. His streamlined body was built for speed, and despite the air resistance, his pointed ears remained straight up. Pongo sometimes wished his own ears were like that. He'd often pondered running a bit more, trying to build his body more like the pure athlete, Thunderbolt. But there had been too much to do, and no room in the London flat.

He was thinking about Thunderbolt because the hubbub over Thunderbolt's heroic rescue of the 99 puppies was still blowing over, and Thunderbolt was coming to the farm for a photo shoot! There were talks of a movie. He had not had nearly enough time to talk to his hero when they met in London, and this was to be an overnight visit. He could hardly wait, and his tail had been wagging all day, as much as he had tried to stop it. It wouldn't do to look like an adoring puppy when Thunderbolt finally arrived.

But when he did finally arrive, his trailer pulling up after traveling down the bumpy gravel road to the farm, Pongo's tail sprang back to action. But he didn't care. It was Thunderbolt, after all. He must be used to this kind of thing. All the kids and Pongo and Perdita were out to greet the handsome animal when he emerged triumphantly from the vehicle, emitting his trademark three barks to the delight of all the puppies. One-hundred-and-one tails wagged, he noticed, even Perdita's. Or was it 102 tails? He noticed someone else emerging from the trailer. Another adult German Shepherd, her own tail wagging at the excitement of meeting the famous one-hundred-and-one. She had the same markings as Thunderbolt, with dark brown fur on her back and sides, melding slowly into light tan fur on her belly.

Thunderbolt's human pets busied about setting up lights and cameras for the photo shoot, while Roger and Anita tried to keep all the puppies together, counting to try to make sure all 99 were there. It was definitely too hectic to talk, so the four adults said their goodbyes to the dozens of puppies, promising to be back soon. Pongo, Perdita, Thunderbolt, and this new dog trotted over to the farm house, using the doggy door to enter the building. It was still a bit run-down, though the hole in the floor had finally been repaired.

Once inside, away from the noisy gathering of puppies and humans, the dogs greeted each other properly. Perdita sat behind Pongo while he led the introductions, smiling politely. Pongo turned to Thunderbolt and said, "It's good to finally get more time to talk to you, Thunderbolt. We barely had time to thank you, back in London."

Thunderbolt stood, wagging his tail. "It's nothing, my good man. All in a day's work, you know!"

Pongo eyed the unfamiliar female behind Thunderbolt. He took a step sideways of Thunderbolt, wagging his tail in return. "I suppose you're used to all this. We'd never really been in the spotlight before."

Thunderbolt stepped forward, sniffing along the side of the large Dalmatian in polite greeting. "It's a pretty good feeling. But really, I meant what I said - Patch was the real hero. He's a good kid. I definitely want to talk to him again after the shoot." He reached the end of Pongo, and edged his snout under the other dog's tail, taking a good whiff.

Pongo did the same, trying to avoid being whacked in the head by Thunderbolt's long wagging tail. You could tell a lot from a good butt-sniff, and it made introductions so much easier. He looked again at the female German Shepherd. "Who's this?" he asked, moving toward her.

Thunderbolt turned his head to follow Pongo as the Dalmatian approached her, his tail wagging in greeting. "Meet Greta. Thanks to all the buzz about the rescue, my owner and producer thought that my puppies would be quite valuable. She's a pure-breed German Shepherd. They're trying her out to see if we get along. But it's been pretty smashing, no, Greta?"

Greta stood as Pongo reached her, her pointy ears standing straight up as she sniffed his face. "Tunderbolt ees a great hound. I vould be honored to be hees mate." She leaned against the Dalmatian as he sniffed along her body, leaning against her in turn.

Thunderbolt turned toward Perdita, approaching the petite canine slowly. "If things work out, we will be married within the week!" He locked eyes with Perdie, who sat meekly in front of him, her ears laid back. Thunderbolt continued, while looking at Pongo's wife, "She is the very image of beauty, is she not?"

Perdita looked away, unable to handle direct eye-contact with the television star. She couldn't help but wonder if he were really talking about her. Then suddenly he was there, next to her, sniffing her face and neck. She sat nervously. She had never really been around other males than Pongo. Other than the puppies, but they didn't count. She stammered, "Y-yes, she's very fetching." If dogs could blush, Perdie would be black, white and red.

Pongo and Greta greeted each other more enthusiastically. They lined up in opposite direction, and as Pongo thrust his head under Greta's wagging tail, she reciprocated. The two dogs smelled each other. Greta said, "Eet ees a great honor to meet you, Pongo. I see you on news after you save zha poppies. Very brave zhing you do."

She pushed her hind end toward the spotted male, and his cold, wet nose impacted her under the tail. Perdita watched the introductions, thinking they were a little too long for propriety. Her eyes fixed on her husband, she didn't notice Thunderbolt until he had pushed his head under her rump, even as she sat. He pulled his head up, forcing her onto her four legs, and he got a nose-full of the embarrassed Dalmatian. She did not accept his generous offer of his own tail-end, instead standing there awkwardly as he smelled everywhere under her tail.

Pongo says, "We had no choice, our puppies were in danger. But thank you, Greta."

The introductions over, the four dogs stood in a circle again. Perdita felt put out by the confidence of the other three dogs. Thunderbolt said, "I'm famished after the ride. Is there any food, or do you have to get your pet humans to put it out?"

Perdita was helpful despite her uncertainty. "We can access the food. Here, I'll show you where it is."

Thunderbolt replied, "Thank you." Turning to Greta he said, "Are you hungry too, Greta?"

She shook her head quickly, saying, "Perhaps anozher time. But go ahead. Maybe Pongo veel show me around zha house? Eet ees very large house for me."

Pongo said, "Sure, if you want. It's not much to see right now - there's a lot of fixing up to do."

Perdie suddenly felt very nervous. She was going to be alone with Thunderbolt? There was no polite way to refuse, and she watched Pongo and Greta walking toward the television room longingly. But she led the German Shepherd into the kitchen anyway, and out the back door. The food was stored in the barn, which was also where the puppies slept. She averted her eyes from Thunderbolt's interested gaze, hoping she could continue to be a good hostess despite her nervousness around other dogs, male in particular.

*****

Greta followed Pongo into the television room, admiring his striking spots. She had read about the peculiar Dalmatian family even as far as her home in Germany, and she had always wanted to meet the virile male who felt capable enough to raise almost one hundred puppies. She knew it would never happen, until fate intervened. Suddenly, she was chosen from among a host of females to be Thunderbolt's mate. His owner was quite particular that Thunderbolt would not breed except to a bitch he knew and adored. Greta, amongst hundreds of applicants, had proved gentle enough for the human's taste, while also being pure-bred German Shepherd of the same coat pattern. Now the true test was applied: would Thunderbolt fancy her?

That is, of course, what led the young girl to be shipped off to the Dearly Farm in Little Tichfield, to accompany Thunderbolt on his photo shoot. And now she was actually in the presence of the beautiful Pongo. She could hardly stop her tail from wagging as he blathered on about how all the puppies would crowd around the little T.V. set to watch their favorite show. As she followed him into the sitting room, there was a pause in his tour of the uninteresting house and she took the opportunity to speak up.

"Eet ees very nice here, Pongo. I...envy your vife for she has all her needs met und ees safe to raise zhee poppies. She ees very lucky to have you to care for her."

Pongo cocked his head in surprise, picking through the heavy accent. "Yes, well, on the farm there's a lot less to worry about - wandering porcupines, skunks and the like. There isn't much I need to do thanks to our pets, Roger and Anita." He led Greta up the stairs.

He was so humble! "Steel, eet can not be easy raising so many. I look at you wiz adoration zhat you can. Und eet was fifteen poppies zhat are from you by Perdita?"

Pongo gave her a curious look and replies, "Yes, fifteen sweet little faces."

"Een one litter. Zhat ees very eempresseeve, Pongo." She knew the look she was giving him was making the big Dalmatian uncomfortable, but she didn't relent. For a moment the two dogs looked at each other, communicating without speaking. Then Pongo turned away, unable to hold her gaze. He was a gentleman, to be sure.

"This is our pet's sleeping room. They get so riled up when we get on their bed," he added, laughing, "but sometimes Roger or Anita invites us up there anyway, so I'm not sure how much they really care."

Greta looked around the bed room, noting a brass bed frame holding a bed with lush covers that looked out of place in the sparse, wooden room. There was one window through which light flickered, and she walked over to it. It was placed just low enough that she could see out the window without standing on her hind legs. The view was idyllic - a beautiful green pasture with a rustic old barn. She saw Thunderbolt and Perdita entering the barn together, and she could just barely glimpse where the humans were setting up the lights and cameras for the photo shoot.

Still looking outside, Greta contemplated. She watched rabbits running around the field as she picked her words carefully. "Pongo. You are a beautiful, virile animal. I admire you for long time. You live happy here, und I don't vant zhat too change. But ve don't have much time on zhee farm, und I veel never forgive myself eef I don't ask you. I vant you. Eef you vant me, take me."

She stopped there, not sure if she had been particularly eloquent. She looked out the window, her heart beating loudly in her chest, unable to see Pongo's reaction. She hoped she hadn't made him uncomfortable. She could tell he was surprised because he was holding his breath. She waited until he spoke, saying, "You...you mean?"

She looked over her shoulder at the handsome male, seeing him stand there, his tail down, his head cocked in disbelief. She breathed a sigh of relief. At least he hadn't simply walked out on her. She lifted her tail to give him a better view, and remove all doubt from his mind, before replying, "Yes. I know you are married and I can see zha love een your eyes vhen you look at her, und yes, I do love Tunderbolt, too. I don't vant zhem to know, but zhey don't have to. Please, don't hesitate; I have been ready for you seence leaving zha trailer." Her tongue dangled out of her mouth as she looked him over, more aroused than she had ever been.

She saw him looking her over as well, eyeing her under her tail. She displayed herself proudly, hoping beyond hope that she could entice him into accepting her offer. Seconds turned into more than a minute, and the silence made it seem like an eternity as she watched Pongo deliberate. She could tell he was considering it, and she was heartened to see a spot of pink emerging from between the Dalmatian's legs. Finally, he seemed to make up his mind, looking around the room briefly as if expecting he was being watched before turning to her and saying, "We'll have to be quick about it."

Her heart skipped a beat to hear him say that, and she watched him carefully to ensure that she had heard him correctly. He started approaching her, his glorious erection dangling beneath him as it hardened. She said, "Oh, Pongo, zhank you. You veel make me so happy." Greta stayed put, facing the window, her hindquarters facing the aroused Dalmatian. But she added, after a brief pause, "Zhees ees my first time." She though she should let him know.

He stopped in his tracks, and for a moment she was afraid he had changed his mind. He said, "Your first? Your first time should be something special, Greta..."

"Special? I have dreamed about you seence seex monts before, vhen you vere een zha paper. Belief me, you are a special, special dog." To her relief, this seemed to satisfy her spotted beau.

"I'll try my best," he said, grinning mischievously as he finally reached the German Shepherd, who was holding her breath in anticipation.

She held her tail aside, hoping her instincts would guide her, even though she knew her heat was just beginning, too early for the hormones to control her directly. Too early, even, for the smell to draw males. She had had three heat cycles, but her owner had kept her chaste, much to her chagrin. It had been infuriating with a fence between her and all the suitors who had come, hoping to satisfy her need. After a week of estrus, she circled the small yard wanting to fuck anything that moved, her body demanding it, but her mind unable to supply. She had even tried backing up against the chain-link fence in hope some stud could figure something out. Some had tried, but none had been successful.

She suddenly felt Pongo's powerful tongue against her wet vulva. It felt incredible against her sensitive flesh, and she knew he meant to make his penetration easier on her with his saliva, but she said, "You are a true jentileman, Pongo, but ve have little time. You do not need to go easy on me. I am ready!"

Her insistence got through to the handsome hound, and he wasted no more time. He lifted himself onto her back, and it was everything she had thought it would be. She felt his warm belly fur against her back, his forelegs gripping her slender hips in a heated embrace. He was bigger than her, and put a lot of weight on her hind legs, which she spread apart for support and to ease his entrance. Her wildest fantasies were about to come true! She was dying from the anticipation, even though he had only just mounted her, so she said, "Ve don't know vhen zhey veel return - don't hold yourself back!"

She could still see out the window at the barn, which still held Thunderbolt and Perdita. She would see them returning a good three minutes in advance, unless they ran back to the house, but they could emerge any time. As much as it disappointed her, she needed this wonderful moment with the dog of her dreams to be over quickly, and so she was relieved when she felt Pongo push against her heavily. Then all other thoughts left her mind.

He shoved himself into the younger dog, his large, red organ spreading her apart forcefully, and for the first time. She howled, knowing no one was in the house, though she wasn't sure she could have muffled the cry if she had needed to. His swollen shaft felt huge inside of her, splitting her apart more violently than she had expected. She winced with the pain, but it was nothing to the pure exultation she felt to be finally fucking, and with the celebrity of her dreams. Thunderbolt was well-known, and perhaps the most popular dog back in Germany, but her crush on him had ended with a foreign news story about a particular prolific Dalmatian. Now, the sire of 15, father to 99 was pulsing inside of her.

Once he had lodged himself inside of her, he stopped. She looked up at him, and saw concern in his eyes. She winced again, but gave him a confident grin and said, "Vhat are you vaiting for?"

His eyes widened, apparently amazed that she was still urging him to have his way with her even after he had penetrated her virgin folds until his swollen knot was pressing up against the surface of her vulva. She gritted her teeth, breathing rapidly through her nose as he began his work, quickly humping in and out of her at a ridiculous pace. She was in a fair amount of pain from his massive member, pulling roughly out of her only to be shoved back in. But that was what she had wanted; what she had demanded of him. Despite the pain, she was in heaven, being powerfully pounded by her Pongo. She was just sad that she would have to give him up when he was done.

Speaking of which, she realized she needed to establish some ground rules. She hadn't said anything earlier because she had wanted to make sure he would agree to her offer first. That seemed to be in the bag, now that he was on her, fucking behind their mates' backs. But she really wanted to make sure that no one found out about this, and to do that, there was one very important thing to say, something she would never be able to say if she were fully in heat. "Pongo, I am sorry, but I must ask you, please, to pull out before zha end. I am not yet een heat, but zhere ees alvays a chance."

Pongo, panting, managed to say, "I understand," his rampant thrusts not slowing in pace.

She moaned loudly, again glad that they were alone in the house. She joked, "As much as I vould love to have your poppies in me, Tunderbolt vould be suspicious vhen zhey come out spotted."

Then the two canines were silent, concentrating on the flood of emotions and sensations wracking their bodies. They strained against each other, wet friction warming their genitals as the pressed against each other. Her body had quickly adjusted to his immense size, and the pain had faded, leaving only ecstasy. She knew that if she had waited until now to tell Pongo to pull out, she would have told him instead to make her his bitch, in every way possible. She fought the urge to say that now.

"Oh! Pongo...eet feels so... Harder! Harder!"

Pongo was in no position to refuse such a pretty request, and he pushed harder, his tongue lolling out to help cool himself off. She felt him pulling powerfully on her hips and pushing himself forward, filling her as far as his knot would allow over and over again. His tail wagged so hard his tail muscles must be sore, and he called out, "Greta! Oh heavens...you're so tight..."

"I can take you, Pongo," she replied, then growled, "Oh! HARDER!"

She felt a massive thrust on his part, with the same urgency that had shown in her voice. He had pulled out until just his tip lay between her lips, and when he shoved himself into her, she felt his engorged cock splitting her apart as it went deeper and deeper inside of her. The feeling was overwhelming to the young girl, and it didn't stop. It seemed an eternity before his heavy thrust ended, his knot pressing forcefully against her wet, lubricated opening. What finally put her over the edge was a loud popping sound, and suddenly he seemed larger than ever before. She felt so much pressure inside, trying to hold him in, but he filled her tight cavity more than completely. There was no way he could remain so deeply within her - there just wasn't room. She howled again, louder than the first one, and she began to shudder violently, her inner walls clamping down around him, as if to hold him in place, despite the impossibility of it.

Yet despite all the forces trying to push him out of her, he stayed put. She was amazed, climaxing violently around him while trying to moan his name unsuccessfully. Pongo, however, was paralyzed. He had pushed too hard, and now his knot was buried within her. He froze, respecting her wishes regarding the possibility, however slim, of puppies, even as she convulsed around him. He winced with effort, trying with every fiber of his being not to give in to his instincts. He wanted blessed release, to fill her every crevasse with his seed, and if he hadn't been so reckless, he could be ejaculating harmlessly onto the floor beneath her. The sensations on his cock were incredible, and he tried desperately to pull himself out of the German Shepherd, tugging on his knot, but that just made matters worse.

Greta felt him trying to pull out of her, and then she realized he was stuck. But she didn't care, stuck in the throes of blissful climax. His efforts to dislodge himself only made her feel better, and she howled again, as another wave of pleasure washed over her small body. She even began to thrust herself back against him, moaning. Pongo winced, giving up his vain effort to pull out of her, knowing it would take much longer before he could manage to remove his knot from the smaller dog. She was almost as tight as Perdita! He concentrated instead on doing everything in his power to prevent himself from flooding her.

Finally, the German Shepherd collapsed in exhaustion, attempting to lie down, but only half-succeeding. Her hind end was held up in the air by Pongo's still raging erection. He winced again as his knot bore the brunt of half the weight of the female. He stood there, struggling constantly to avoid going that extra step, on Greta's behalf. She let her tongue roll out on the floor as she panted, her eyes only half open. "Oh...Pongo...zhat vas magnificent!" she said, still in a daze.

Pongo grimaced, struggling to say, "I'm...glad...but could you...please stand up?"

The dangling dog cleared her head, realizing what was happening, and scrambled to her feet. "I am sorry, Pongo, I deedn't realize," she said with concern.

Pongo said, "I pushed too hard, Grete, we're stuck. What if they find us like this?"

"Zhey can't. Ve've got to pull apart." With that, she tried pulling herself forward, relaxing her wet vulva in the hope that he could somehow pull free. She stopped when she heard him yip loudly.

"Stop! I'm...so close and that feels so good. If you keep pulling I won't be able to hold back..."

"Zhen vhat do ve do?"

Pongo looked out the window, which was easy to see from his vantage point on top of the German Shepherd. "They're still in the barn. Maybe they'll be there long enough that I can pull out."

Greta tried to hold her hind end still, so as not to arouse the horny Dalmatian. "Zhen ve vait."

They waited in silence for a few moments, Pongo trying to think of something other than the sexy bitch beneath him. He was never going to soften at this rate - she was just too tight. He said, "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it. I was wondering if there was any way I could live up to your expectations."

Greta smiled, saying, "Zhat und more, Pongo. I can only hope zhat Tunderbolt can sateesfy me as you can. You are truly zhee alpha of alphas. Zhank you so much for eendulging my fantasies. I am just sorry zhat I could not grant you same release."

Pongo gave a lop-sided smile. "I was so close. You can't imagine how hard it was to hold back, with you shuddering beneath me."

"Zhank you again. My heat ees just beginning, und I fear eet vould have resulted een many poppies." She leaned back to lick the side of his face, feeling pleasantly content.

Pongo licked her back, and then groaned. "This talk isn't helping me shrink. You're just so beautiful, Greta. Just seeing you beneath me is enough, much less feeling you around me. In another life-time, one without Perdita, I could see us together."

"I vould like zhat very much, Pongo. Ve vould be together, und together, all zha time, surrounded by our poppies."

"Mmmm. Stop talking about that, or we'll be stuck forever, and I doubt Perdie would be very understanding," Pongo protested.

Greta liked the idea of being tied to Pongo forever, wishing this moment would never end, but she knew better. The two dogs remained quiet, letting the large Dalmatian soften inside of her, but he was having difficulty. She was so wet, and tight, and warm around his cock that it simply refused to soften. He started counted sheep in his head to distract himself, and then he thought better, and counted Dalmatian puppies. He had only gotten to 74 when he heard Greta gasp and exclaim, "Zhey are coming out of zhee barn!"

He looked too, and sure enough he saw Perdita leading Thunderbolt back toward the farm house. It was now or never, he thought, and he tried again to pull himself out of Greta. But try as he might, he still couldn't force himself out of her. She grunted and pulled against him, frantic. "Zhey veel catch us!"

But all the activity around his cock had only caused whatever reduction in swelling he had managed to attain disappear. He was as hard as ever now, despite the fear coursing through his body. "Stop, stop pulling, we have to wait. Maybe they won't look upstairs..." he proposed vainly.

Greta did not stop though, pulling harder, and saying, "Zhere's no chance. You've got to pull out now!"

But there was no hope of getting his baseball-sized knot out of the little German Shepherd. She knew as well as he did that they were all tied up, and would soon be discovered. She made up her mind quickly, and said, "Pongo! Zhere's only one way. Queeckly, you've got to finish! You von't soften until zhen."

Pongo looked horrified. "But what about -"

She jumped in, saying, "I'll take zhee risk. Eef you don't, zhey veel find out for sure!"

Looking resolved, her spotted mate said, "I'm sorry, Greta, I didn't mean to get stuck...This is all my fault." Then he started humping her again, gyrating within her as much as was possible, confined in her tight passageway. She yelped, spreading her legs again for him.

Panting, she managed to say, "Eet vas my fault, Pongo, I should never have asked you zhees. Now hurry, or zhey veel catch us anyvay!"

He wasted no more time, quickly recovering his eager pace. He could barely move his hips at all inside of her, he filled her so completely. Greta tried to watch their mates as they approached the house from outside, finding it difficult to concentrate as Pongo's rate increased. She was sore as he pounded her. He was huge, especially with the knot embedded so firmly within her, and she had never mated before. Add to this her two concurrent climaxes, and she was understandably sensitive. But it made no difference; she was already building to another. The sheer excitement of mating the man of her dreams coupled with the terror of almost surely being caught sent thrills down her spine as she thrust back against Pongo. The thought of him spilling his forbidden seed into her possibly fertile womb was horrifying, but filled the young girl with arousal. Even if through some miracle the two secret lovers finished in time, there was no guarantee that they could separate before being discovered. And after that, they would need to clean up. It seemed impossible that they would escape this undiscovered.

Perdita led Thunderbolt through the pasture unrelentingly, and Greta estimated a minute at most before she and Pongo were discovered. Thought began running through her head about what she would say to them, what Pongo would say, but those thoughts were soon driven from her head as she felt stronger and stronger thrusts from Pongo. He was humping her frantically, yipping and barking in arousal as he tried everything he could to explode within his young mistress. Greta tried to egg him on, barking and whining as her own body thirsted for his semen, yelping, "Do eet, Pongo, feel me veeth your cum! I vant eet all! I am yours, Pongo, make me your beetch!"

She closed her eyes, losing sight of the two in the field. The feeling was incredible as she felt him building up inside of her, closer and closer to releasing. It was taking too long, though, and she knew that by now they could have reached the front door. She heard Pongo replying, talking dirty, anything to bring himself to orgasm in time as he tugged forcefully on her sore hindquarters. "You'll take it all, bitch! You thought fifteen was a lot - I'll fill you with twenty puppies! Thirty! Get ready for Pongo, slut!"

To hear the gentle Dalmatian speak like that almost threw Greta over the edge, who was amazed at her own stamina. But Thunderbolt could already be inside the house! She cried, "Ve have to be quiet, zhey could already be inside! Zhere's no time! Now, Pongo!"

With that, the desperate Dalmatian flung himself forward, pushing so hard that Greta's hind legs lifted off the ground for a second. At the apex of his jump he howled, his pointed tip pressing up against the German Shepherd's cervix. He didn't hold back, and streams of sperm squirting into her. The pure volume of semen spraying into her overfilled tunnel and the tight lock Pongo's knot formed within her necessitated that much of it squeezed through into her womb. Greta felt him flooding her uterus for the first time, officially deflowering her in every way possible, and there was nothing she could do to stop the plaintive howl escaping her throat. She would be shocked if Perdie and Thunderbolt couldn't hear her scream, even if they were somehow still in the field, though she was all but certain they were downstairs. She knew this cry would send them running upstairs at full speed, easily in time to catch Pongo still pounding her, but his pulsing cock pouring his sticky white fluid into her virgin womb felt so amazing, she couldn't hold back her cry. That was all there was to it - she had demanded Pongo finish fucking her fully, but even doing that wouldn't stop the others from discovering their indiscretion. Thunderbolt would come crashing through that door, worried she was in trouble, and instead of merely finding her tied tight with another bitch's husband, he would find her actively milking Pongo of every drop she could, regardless of the consequences. That wasn't an improvement at all, but it was too late. She howled, accepting her fate and releasing herself around Pongo, her own fluids gushing to meet his as she quivered, struggling to remain standing.

Pongo's voice joined hers in a similar, loud howl. He pressed into again and again, each time releasing a little less seed than the time before. As their climaxes began to diminish, their howls were replaced with desperate yips and whines as their genitals suddenly became hyper-sensitive, still heaving and shuddering against each other at the unbelievable sensations. Greta moaned loudly, no longer caring if their two mates were able to hear, or even if they were standing in the doorway, watching with dropped jaws. She was too busy to notice either way, yelling, "Oh, Pongo...yes! Ja, ja, ja! Please...please...Pongo!"

Pongo growled, similarly oblivious, saying, "Greta...oh Greta... This is too much! I've had so many bitches, Greta...oh...but you're the best." He whimpered and continued, "I always thought Thunderbolt was the most beautiful dog, but you're like a female version! You're the most...unf! The most beautiful bitch in the world!" And with that, he collapsed on top of her, finally spent, his cock tingling, still wedged inside of her, his tongue lolling out onto the German Shepherd's back. She shivered and moaned, stunned at Pongo's claim. She let her tongue loll out of her mouth and couldn't have been happier. She was his best, the most beautiful dog in his eyes. She was exhausted but so warm, and she basked in the afterglow, wishing she could be with Pongo for the rest of her life.

Then she opened her eyes, and noticed, to her amazement, that Perdita and Thunderbolt were still in the pasture, about half-way between the house and the farm! They still had a chance! The two dogs were out there talking about something. She eyed Pongo, who lay on her back with a big, silly, grin, his tail wagging. Greta knew that if Perdita had heard Pongo a minute ago, there would be hell to pay. She cried out to her befuddled beau, "Pongo! Zhey are steel out zhere! Eef ve hurry, zhey veel not discover us!"

He murmured softly, still sporting a broad smile, his eyes closed, breathing slowly and rhythmically. If she didn't know better, she'd say he was asleep. She yelled louder, "PONGO. Get off of me, you seely fool!"

His eyes fluttered open as he was brought out of his trance and he looked at her in surprise. He had been at least half-asleep. "Unf...Greta?" he said, smiling at her in a way that warmed the young girl's heart. She turned to look out the window, saying, "Queeckly, dumkopf! Zhey are steel outside." Her eyes widened as she looked back, seeing the two dogs once again on their way toward the house. They had already lost precious seconds. "Zhey are coming - pull off of meee!"

He seemed to realize suddenly exactly what it would mean if Perdita discovered him here, panting over a freshly serviced German Shepherd bitch. He starting pulling off of her immediately, struggling to slide his swollen knot out of her. But it was still hopeless, even after he had spent himself on the strongest orgasm of his life. Greta could tell that he wasn't very close to being able to pull himself off of her, and she watched in horror as Perdita disappeared from view, now too close to the house to be seen from the upper story window. "Ve're too late, Pongo. Zhere's no vay..."

"No, we can't let them find us like this. Here," he said, leaping off of her, still tied. He swiveled his body until he was rump to rump with Greta, the traditional pose of post-coital canines. "Pull, Greta, pull like you've never pulled before!"

The two dogs dug their claws into the wooden floor, playing an impromptu game of tug-of-war as Pongo tried to extricate himself from her warm passageway. Though they pulled until they were both in tremendous pain, they didn't give up. Greta's vulva was burning as the massive knot tried to spread her lips apart. It was still an inch larger in diameter than it had been when he had forced his way inside of her, but at least they could apply more force in their current position. Pongo whimpered softly as his cock was pulled, trying not to make a sound loud enough to alert Perdita, whom he could hear walking around on the linoleum floor downstairs. He knew she would be looking for him. But all their effort was met with failure. He just couldn't pull out of her. He couldn't hear Perdie's paws anymore. She must be in the living room with the carpet, where the stairs were. He hoped she checked the basement first...

Pongo said, "It's...it's hopeless."

Greta said, "Eet's not over unteel eet's over!" She turned her body, running her tongue over her vulva, licking the very base of his shaft, below the knot. She worked up as much saliva as possible, drooling as much as she could, greasing his erection. "Okay. On drei! I mean tree! One, two...TREE!"

Pongo almost didn't understand in time, but on "tree" he pulled as hard as he could, while Greta did the same. There had been just enough time for the swelling to go down, and just enough lubrication added that this forceful effort was successful. He popped loudly free from her, his red rocket flopping around beneath him, still covered in semen from deep within Greta.

"Ve did eet!" she exclaimed in a hushed whisper. Greta's ears perked up, hearing footsteps on the stairs. "Zhey are coming up...queeckly, clean up!" She flipped onto her back, ramming her tongue into and around her soaked vulva, where ounces of his fluid were seeping slowly out of her. It tasted warm and tangy, unlike anything she had ever tasted before. But there was no time to analyze the flavor.

Pongo looked around the room in horror. The force of their detaching had caused his seed to spray haphazardly around the bed room, landing in small puddles around the room. Meanwhile, his flaccid organ was still covered and dripping. He began in earnest, lapping up his semen from his genitals with reckless abandon. He didn't think he could clean it all up before Perdita came into the room!

Greta finished with herself quickly, leaving most of his ejaculate deep inside of her, and she noticed there was still a lot of work to do. The room would smell of sex for days. She thought quickly, and told Pongo, "Keep cleaning zha room, I veel stall zhem! Eef you join us out zhere, zhey von't even enter zha room." She bounded to the bedroom door, which was so old that the latch was broken. She pushed her way through and swung it closed, and then gasped in guilty shock to see Thunderbolt and Perdita standing right there in the hallway. She hoped they hadn't heard anything...suspicious. She put on a brave face. "Oh, zhere you are. Ve vere just vondering vhere you vere!"

They both raised eyebrows, but seemed otherwise unconcerned, so Greta calmed herself down. "Zhees ees a very nice house, Perdita."

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

Greta stepped between the spotted female and thin door that was all that lay between Perdita and her husband frantically searching for every errant drop. She said, "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?"

Perdita looked surprised, taking a step back from the other female. "Yes, of course. Though, it's just outside. This way..." she said, turning to lead the German Shepherd down the stairs.

Greta noticed that Thunderbolt was not following as well. He approached the door to the bedroom, but she interrupted again, fumbling for an excuse, "Are you not coming, Tunderbolt? I have so much to tell you!"

He sniffed at the door, but to Greta's relief, he did not push his way through. But he said, "I was going to talk to Pongo."

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

Perdita raised an eyebrow, but Thunderbolt acquiesced. "Later, then," he said, turning to follow Perdita and Greta down the stairs. Greta exhaled, relieved. She could hardly believe they had gotten away with it. Perdita led the two Shepherds down the stairs and out the front door, which was almost directly in front of the stairs. Big house or not, Greta could have found the way outside, but at least Perdita had taken the bait.

Once outside, the two dogs looked at Greta expectantly. She realized she was in a bit of a tight spot; she didn't really need to go to the bathroom, and she needed to buy Pongo as much time as possible. She looked the two over and then managed a bashful sideways glance at the two dogs. "Eef you don't mind...I vould rather have privacy."

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

Greta didn't want them any nearer Pongo than possible, so she quickly countered, "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. She disappeared behind the hedge, still panting from the exhilaration. She counted time in her head until she had waited twenty seconds longer than it would normally take her to do her business, and then emerged from the bushes to find Perdita standing alone. Startled, she exclaimed, "Vhere's Tunderbolt?"

Perdita said, "He said he needed to talk with Pongo, be he introspective or not."

Greta blinked, hoping that Pongo had been fast enough to cover up the scents and to leave the bedroom. There was nothing she could do now, except keep Perdita away for as long as possible. She said, "I guess zhat leaves us, just zhee ladies. Perhaps you could show me zhee basement? Pongo deed not show me eet."

Perdita gave her a confused look. "We were gone a long time. The house isn't THAT big."

Greta said, "Ve vatched somezhing on zha television for a vhile," shrugging.

Perdita accepted her excuse and said, "Sure, follow me," before leading Greta into the house and down the stairs to the basement. Greta followed the Dalmatian, a pleased grin on her face. She had managed to mate the man of her dreams, and his mate and her future mate were none-the-wiser. It had been a good day.