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"I can never repay what you've done for us." I tried the words out, sticking on my tongue.

Pongo laughed, "Dear, I'm sure you'll figure out what to say when the time comes."

I blushed. "I don't want to make a mistake. These folks saved not only our puppies' lives, but also 84 others. We cannot thank them enough!"

"How about that? That sounded pretty good," he said, wagging his tail.

In truth, the fifteen puppies mentioned before were definitely mine, but they most assuredly weren't Pongo's. He still didn't realize that the red-haired Dalmatian he'd caught with me in the alley had been the first and only dog to really claim his wife's womb. I still thought about Cobalt a lot, especially at night after I rebuffed Pongo's interest. At first, I'd still been nursing, and then the huge adventure had happened and I could claim I was exhausted, but now the puppies were weaned and it was getting harder and harder to turn my husband down.

In fact, my idea to take a week-long vacation and show gratitude to the many folks who helped us that fateful day was partially devised as another excuse. Sure, I'd committed myself to Pongo, and I hadn't seen Cobalt since the night we'd been caught, but that didn't mean I had to want my husband waffling around on my back. The clueless Dalmatian was a far, far cry from the expertise of my childhood friend.

Roger and Anita were so busy with the press, and Roger's sudden musical success, and the ninety-nine puppies, that Pongo and I simply slipped out one night, and they didn't even notice. We'd thanked a stately Scottish Terrier that had been instrumental in the Twilight bark, and he'd pointed out a food van that was headed to a town nearby the Colonel's farm. Now, we were walking the last few miles to the barn that had started it all. Without the Colonel, and the Captain, and yes, Sergeant Tibbs, we'd never have known where the puppies had been hidden.

"Such a beautiful place," Pongo remarked, having been unable to notice it before in the midst of the danger. "A shame that horrid mansion has to spoil it." The De Vil place loomed on a hill in the distance, every bit as rundown as a month ago.

I refused to even look at it. If we had arrived even ten minutes later, who knows how many puppies would have died there. "The farm is absolutely gorgeous," I agreed, the trees finally giving way to the golden fields, white-painted farmhouse, and, most importantly, the stately wooden barn. "What if they aren't home?"

"Where else would they be, darling?"

Sure enough, when we got closer, I could see the horse, Captain, peeking his head out the side of the barn. He turned excitedly inside, his neighing drawing the others to the front door. I couldn't help but smile at the bumbling Colonel, barely able to see beneath his long, wiry hair, the nervous little orange cat proudly saluting, and the tall, grey stallion, flicking his tail to block the few small patches of fur not covered by his red blanket.

"What's all the fuss, then?" grumbled the old sheepdog, glancing around as if completely unable to make out the two Dalmatians approaching.

Sergeant Tibbs blinked, then rushed over to the Colonel's ear and explained, "It's Pongo and Perdita, sir, the dogs who saved the puppies!"

"Huh? Oh, yes, yes, the puppies. I do say, terrible business."

Pongo glanced at me, and when I didn't speak up, he did. "You three saved the puppies. Without your help we'd have never found them."

Captain's ears flicked. "That's Sergeant Tibbs, then. He's the one who heard the puppies."

Scratching the back of his own head, the little cat stuttered, "Well, I mean, I can't take _all_the credit. The Colonel interpreted the alarm, and Captain heard it in the first place."

Pongo said, "Don't be so modest."

It took a lot to step forward, but I owed these three my children's lives. I said, "I owe the three of you so, so much. I -"

Tibbs interrupted, "B-b-ut anyone would have done the same, ma'am."

I could only smile. "Maybe, but you three did. I cannot express how grateful I am. You saved my - our- puppies!"

Captain whinnied. "Glad we could help, ma'am, but you two did most of the work. I heard all that you went through to get the puppies safely home."

Pongo said, "We got help along the way. In fact, that's why we're here. We're retracing our steps to thank everyone personally. We can't thank you enough," he added, using my line from before.

The Colonel chimed in with, "No thanks are needed, of course. All in a day's work. But come, come, you must be tired and hungry. I'll show you where our pets keep the kibble!"

We were lead into the barn, a dusty, hay-filled old structure with one stall for Captain, and old wagon parts strewn about. Our hosts were incredibly gracious and hospitable, giving us food and water, and even clearing out a spot in the hay bales in the rafters for us to have some privacy for the night, but I couldn't help but feel like I'd fumbled my thanks. Pongo assured me I'd sounded good, but there had to be some way to explain just how I felt. If I couldn't adequately thank these three, how would I manage with the Collie and the cows, or the Black Lab, or ...

That night, I turned down Pongo yet again, even though our corner of the barn was far away from our guests. I said we shouldn't wake them, though considering how quick to fire Pongo was, I doubted they'd notice even in the same room. But I couldn't sleep. While Pongo snored, I fretted, trying to come up with the words that would really get my feelings out there.

Finally, I had them. The words, they were perfect. My tail wagged, and I snuck down out of the rafters. I knew I shouldn't wake them, but I couldn't wait, not while the perfect words were on the tip of my tongue.

I sniffed around until I managed to find the Colonel. The sheep dog was curled up beneath the hay, snoring loudly. As gently as I could, I put a paw on his shoulder and pushed him awake.

"A-whu? Who? When?" the dog snorted, still half-asleep.

"It's me, Perdie," I explained, letting him lift his fur from his eyes to get a good look at me. "I just...I need to tell you how I really feel."

He stood, then sat, looking me over. "Oh, think nothing of it, nothing of it. We just wanted to help."

I shook my head. "Just listen." I had rehearsed the words time and time again, and now that work paid off. "When I discovered the puppies were gone, I knew immediately that Cruella had taken them, but I had no idea where they were, or even if they were still alive. What hope was there? I felt in my stomach that they were gone, or dead, or both. When we heard word from you where they were...you brought them back to life. You brought my babies back to life."

I had to wipe the tears from my eyes.

The Colonel just stood there. It was hard to read him, because his eyes were, as usual, covered. To fill the space, I stammered, "I just wish there were some way to give back the joy you gave me."

"Ma'am..." he started, slowly.

"Perdie," I insisted.

"Perdie," he nodded, "your gratitude is more than enough."

No. He was wrong. Nothing could compare to the gift he'd given me, and if Cobalt were here, he'd say the same thing. Our puppies' lives...

Suddenly I realized I'd been using too many words. A dozen words couldn't compare to the right one in the right place. I stepped up to the sheep dog, looking him straight in the hair, and said, "Colonel? Thanks." At the same time, I reached forward with my right paw, thrusting it among his long, pale brown fur, seeking quickly.

There - a half-second had passed, but I found the tip of his sheath and wrapped my paw pads around him, squeezing.

He coughed and sputtered, and managed to gasp, "P-perdie!?"

With my left paw, I pushed his shoulder back, easing the sheep dog onto his back in the straw. Suddenly, his belly fur parted and I could see what I'd been touching. The Colonel's light brown sheath stood proudly out against his belly, his balls resting a few inches further south. He was longer and thicker than Pongo for sure, though he didn't compare well to Cobalt. Licking my lips, I said, "Just hush and relax..."

He did as he was told, the hair having fallen away from his wide eyes as he watched me lower my muzzle toward his furry sheath. Already I could see the pointed, pink tip starting to stick out. I hesitated, but only for a second as I considered my husband, asleep just a dozen meters away. This dog had saved Cobalt and my puppies - he deserved a reward.

"M-madam!" he gasped, as my tongue flicked out against his triangular tip, but I shushed him immediately. He shut his mouth, but made no move to resist as I began to tongue bathe his growing cock. I lay down alongside the Colonel, spreading his back legs with my left paw. I ignored the twinge of guilt I felt for cheating - on Cobalt. Sure, I'd left him to keep my family strong, but I hadn't dared look at another dog since. But I knew that he'd approve of properly thanking the kind strangers who'd done so much for our puppies, and besides, I wasn't doing this for my pleasure.

With a grunt, the Colonel put a heavy, furry paw on the back of my head, helping to direct my licks. I felt a shove, and suddenly my nose was pressed right up against his thick, furry balls, the musky scent blanketing my nostrils. Tentatively, I obeyed, giving his sweaty balls a taste. Oof! A strong flavor, but not unpleasant. I lapped at his salty orbs while the English Sheepdog gritted his teeth, trying desperately to keep from howling.

By now, his thick erection was throbbing at full size, his knot already starting to swell. Tucking my right paw beneath his sack, I lifted my muzzle and sank down around him.

"Oh, goodness, ma'am," he groaned, arching his hips up as he sank into my wet mouth. At least he was whispering. "I must say, this is entirely unnecessary. But appreciated...yes, appreciated."

I was too busy to respond, bobbing my head up and down his length, the thick meat making my cheeks bulge. He was steadily humping up, and I could taste his sticky cum painting the back of my mouth. In my paw, I could feel his testicles beginning to tense up, and I knew he wouldn't last much longer. Already his knot was threatening to seal in my teeth, so I made sure to keep the thick bulge just beyond.

"Nnngh," he groaned, then said in a sharp huff, "A-almost there, ma'am."

Swallowing was the least I could do. I made no effort to pull away, dutifully suckling the large brown dog. When he saw my intent, he held back a howl, biting his lip and pumping his hips. "There's a good girl," he whispered.

That's when his balls finally tensed, and the first gush of salty cum splattered against the back of my throat. I wrapped my lips around him, tongue working overtime as I guzzled each wet eruption as quick as I could, holding my breath as I tried to keep up. I did an admirable job, only a few errant strands leaking from my muzzle. And the Colonel did his part, too, panting but not howling as he came.

When he was done, I pulled back, licking my lips to clean up the small amount of goop I'd missed. "That was quite something else, Perdie," the old dog grinned.

"It's the least I can do," I said, "truly."

When I turned to head back to my husband, I almost tripped over a little orange fluffball. Sergeant Tibbs was sitting at attention, saluting me with both his paw and his tiny little dick. For once I found someone less endowed than Pongo!

"Uh-uh-excuse me, miss. I couldn't help but notice, and I-I just thought I should mention that I helped save your puppies, too."

"Quite right, Sergeant," the Colonel noted, still panting the in hay. "We'd never have found the puppies without his help."

I looked from Tibbs to the Colonel and back again, realizing I was pretty much stuck. "Well, I suppose I'd better thank you, too, then."

With a grin, the little tabby rolled onto his back, squirming back and forth until he was comfortable. When I slurped between his legs, there wasn't much to speak of there, but he seemed to like it, quickly purring and pumping his little hips.

"I must say, I quite like the view," the old Colonel joked, as I was facing away from him with my tail wagging. Why not? I lifted my tail higher to give him a better look.

Tibbs was starting to mewl, putting his little paws on my nose as if he could actually direct me. "J-j-just like that, miss. Oh, good gravy!"

His pointed little penis felt scratchy on my tongue, and he must have been really backed up - I had to wonder if there were any female cats around the farm. Before I knew it, he was squirting into my mouth, his feline spunk surprisingly prolific. Still, I had no trouble gulping it all down as the furball jerked and twitched.

It was the Colonel who pointed it out, saying, "There was one more soldier who helped you out, madam. Captain must have given those two goons a skull fracture!"

Licking my lips, I knew I was stuck. If I'd known that by offering a tongue job to the dog I'd be committing myself to the cat and horse too, I might have thought twice! But it was too late to back out now. "Y-you're right," I admitted.

Captain was on the far, far side of the barn in his stall, sleeping. The Colonel was following, but Tibbs was curled up in the hay, sleeping it off. The huge, grey horse flicked his tail in his sleep, and I couldn't help but notice his limp cock dangling beneath him. Even flaccid, it was bigger than my head. What do they expect me to do? I wondered.

"Captain!" the Colonel barked. The stallion was a light sleeper (or he might not have heard the Twilight Bark at all), so, with a snort, he glanced down at the two dogs.

"Yes, Colonel? Are we under attack?"

"No, no, perish the thought. No, we come on a much brighter note," the sheep dog replied, glancing at me.

Hesitantly, I stepped forward. "I meant what I said earlier. I can't express - in words - how grateful I was for your help. But...I think I've found another way to show my thanks."

Captain and the Colonel could almost be brothers, as the horse raised his bushy eyebrows and I saw his eyes for the first time. "Without words?"

I smiled up at the huge stallion and said, "With my tongue."

Eyes wide, Captain snorted, giving the two of us a double-take. "Are you -?"

I just nodded demurely and stepped carefully beneath his large belly. The blanket he was wearing only covered his back, leaving his barrel exposed. Even with my head upright, I couldn't reach the draft horse's stomach. His eyes followed me, startled, until I disappeared beneath him and he had to duck his head down. I didn't look back, but I wagged my tail, knowing that he'd get quite the eyeful as I lined myself up with Captain's cock.

"B-but what about your husband...?" he asked breathily.

"I doubt he'd offer," I joked, imagining Pongo preparing to give a stallion a blowjob. Knowing what the horse really meant, I explained, "He doesn't have to know."

"Goodness!" the horse exclaimed, in disbelief. The Colonel just sat and watched from the side, grinning ear to ear.

I was face to face with the thick, limp meat now, and it seemed even bigger up close. I couldn't wrap my lips around that if I tried! I had to settle for sniffing his oversized urethra, before giving him a full lick that ran along his huge, flattened tip.

Captain gave a long, snorting exhale, his cheeks vibrating at the warm, wet pressure on his most sensitive place. Hearing no objection, I licked again, and again, pleased to watch up close and personal as the dangling cock in front of me began to stir and grow. As if it weren't big enough! I slathered his tip, then began to slurp along the belly, taking several steps backward as he lengthened.

Soon, the agile tip was flopping around, his tail flicking as his excitement grew. I had to be quick or his swaying dick would - pow! - it struck me in the face. I hopped backward, waiting for his full erection before I dared dart back in there.

By the time he was fully grown, I'd inadvertently backed up so far that I was standing between his front legs, and he surprised me with a hot gush of air beneath my tail. His breath blanketed my rump, making my tight spade quiver. "You have...quite the tongue, Mrs. Pongo," the horse panted.

"Please, just Perdie." With that, I dove head first to my work, lapping and gulping at the stallion's fully engorged cock. He lost his view, tossing his head back to_neigh_ as I ran my tongue all the way down his length, nuzzling him. I paused at the back of his cock, overwhelmed by his musky scent. I realized the strongest scent wasn't his dick at all, but the huge, black orbs swinging just a few inches away. I had to pull away from those or risk losing control completely to the powerful male.

Captain groaned, "It's been quite some time since I've had a filly. This is...nice."

I paused for just long enough to say, "It is my pleasure," before returning to his throbbing tip. I wanted to much to wrap my lips around him, but whenever I tried, my jaw starting to ache with the effort. He was just too big! And as thick as Cobalt's knot had made my pussy bulge, I wouldn't stand a chance of accepting the stallion beneath my tail.

"But I'm afraid," he grunted, rocking his hips futilely against the air, "I may just end up disappointed." I could already tell he was right. My small tongue could only please the tiniest portion of the horse's giant cock, and I couldn't even provide an ounce of the tight pressure he'd get from a mare. What kind of thanks was this? I was just frustrating the eager stallion.

The harder I worked, the closer Captain got, but there was no way I could push him over the edge. I was panting out of breath as I slurped and schlorped along his immense length, but his cock was practically larger than _I_was. "I - I'm sorry," I finally said, admitting the sad truth.

"No bother, Perdie, it's the thought that counts," the horse sighed, his cock slapping upward against his belly.

"I may have an idea," the sheep dog said, who'd been watching from the side the whole time. At first, I thought he'd join me beneath his friend - two tongues were better than one, after all. Still, I doubted we could get the big boy off. Instead, the wiry gray dog stepped forward and said, "Madam, do you trust me?"

"Of course I do," I smiled.

Then, without further warning, the large sheep dog walked beneath Captain and behind me, and before I could even gasp, he'd hopped onto my back.

"Colonel!" I yelped, trying to bite back a louder noise lest I wake my husband.

"Never fear, dear Perdie," the Colonel replied, his large, grey paws wrapped tightly around my hindquarters. I looked frantically beneath me, and sure enough, the horny canine was spilling out of his sheath, the shiny red cock pointed right toward my soft, tight spade. Some idea! I owed the dog quite a lot, but to go so far without even asking...

"This is not for me," he explained, though I found myself doubting him. "This is for Captain. Good sir, if you please, level your 'sword' between us."

Now I understood. With the Colonel on my back, we made the perfect furry sandwich for the horny stallion. I only stood halfway to Captain's stomach, but the sheep dog split the difference. Lowering my head, I watched as Captain slid his huge, slobbery cock between my back and the Colonel's belly.

"Oh...oh! That's quite nice," the horse snorted, rocking his powerful hips.

I had to buckle my slender legs as I bore the entire weight of Captain's cock, rubbing to and fro' against my back. The Colonel kept a tight grip on my rump, his thick fur providing the perfect blanket. I realized immediately that I would be absolutely dripping in the horse's pheromones now that he was rubbing his entire length into my back fur. I would need three baths before I smelled more like me than like him. Above me, the Colonel lowered his head to run his tongue across the top surface of his subordinate's fat cock.

True to his word, the Colonel made no attempt to abuse his position, even though his own dick was radiating heat mere inches from my waiting spade. Captain was quite appreciative, though he couldn't form words over his own grunts and whinnies. I could tell he was trying to hold back to keep from waking my husband, but I had to wonder if he could keep it up.

The stallion thrust harder and harder between us, until my legs were shaking from the effort of keeping him aloft. I was so distracted by his heavy organ that I didn't notice his balls until they thwapped me right in the face. Each powerful thrust sent his orbs swinging like a pendulum until they bounced right against my nose.

I had to try - the next time they barreled forward, I extended my tongue, giving him a heady slurp for the briefest second. Captain grunted appreciatively, and I did it again, until I realized I could reach forward with one paw. I grabbed his enormous balls and held them in place, slathering them with my tongue, even as I felt the first large drops of pre-cum dribbling down my back.

"Oh...I say...I say!" the horse gasped, bucking harder as he neared his inevitable climax.

Clinging tightly to the upper side of Captain's cock, the Colonel gasped, "You deserve it, old friend!"

I could barely concentrate. I swear I must have had half of Captain's balls in my mouth as I slurped_at him, no longer able to think or feel or sense anything except the overwhelming scent of Captain's musky orbs. I _drank him down, guzzling the sweat and odor, head swimming. He was so...so_male_, so different from poor Pongo. I knew I was losing myself, but I didn't care. On the next thrust, I felt the Colonel's pointed tip accidentally brush against my quivering spade and I stopped gulping just long enough to gasp, "Fuck me, Colonel!Breed me!"

Ever the gentledog, he knew not to refuse such an eloquent request. As I returned to nuzzling Captain's quivering balls, the sheep dog yipped, "As you wish, ma'am!" Before I could think about what I'd just done, the large dog_slammed_ forward, spearing my wet pussy in one sharp thrust. I yielded easily to him, engulfing his fat cock, even as Captain's huge head flared between us.

Until now, I'd been simply doing what I must to reward these folks who'd saved my pups. Now I was getting something, and I knew immediately how much I'd missed this. After months of celibacy with my husband, to clench down around the Colonel's bare meat sent me into wild spasms. If my mouth weren't full of horse testicles, I would never have held back my yips and yelps.

He couldn't knock me up, of course - I wasn't in heat - but that only made me tighter around his powerful, pumping prick, the sheep dog biting his lip to keep from waking up my ignorant husband who was sleeping a couple dozen yards away. I was tugged both ways, but Captain's thrusts won out, the enormous horse slamming me backwards into the Colonel's eager humps. But the Colonel had some catching up to do, so the enormous stallion crossed the finish line by several lengths.

Dropping his jaw, the stallion dropped all pretense of quiet and let out a piercing, loud whinny, his thick, flared tip gushing as I felt the horse's balls clench_and convulse, squeezing huge loads of cum down his shaft to erupt in the tight gap between the Colonel and me. The space filled instantly, the force of Captain's eruption building until a huge, warm splatter of horse cum sprayed out from between the Colonel's legs, a torrential downpour of hot, bubbling seed spilling down my rump. If the sheep dog hadn't been buried balls deep in my bulging pussy, the sheer volume of Captain's contributions would have drenched my pussy so hard, I'd have to worry about having his_foals. Even as I stood there, whimpering, I could feel some leaking into me between the Colonel's rapid thrusts.

"S-sorry..." Captain groaned, finally cutting off his whinny. I would have glanced up toward where my husband was hopefully still sleeping, but I couldn't see anything with the horse's still spasming balls in my face.

Now that his friend was taken care of, the Colonel directed his full attention to me, pounding harder and harder, though now I felt like he was swimming inside of me thanks to the ample lubrication Captain had provided us. I already had one huge load of the dog's cum in my belly, but he was working on the other end, grunting, "Now ma'am, this seems like a, ahem, fitting tribute, if I do say so myself."

"Aaah!" I gasped, wondering how I would ever get Captain's cum out of my fur, especially before Pongo noticed something was amiss.

The sheep dog continued, "Seems appropriate, that is to say, if you don't mind me saying, since you said I brought your puppies 'back to life'...that you give me a chance to start some new life in you."

"Ha!" I gasped, trying to be polite when my teeth were chattering from my own, imminent climax. My tail was burning from the muscles holding it to the side as I submitted myself to the old soldier. "But I'm not in heat," I admitted.

"True, true," he gasped, the gentle_smack, smack_ of his hips squeezing our drenched rumps together ringing in my ears. "But there is always a chance, you know, even now."

I didn't know that. If I got pregnant, then Pongo would know I was unfaithful, no matter how hard I tried to explain how I was just thanking the Colonel. Unlike with Cobalt, there'd be no hiding a Dalmatian/Sheep Dog mix! I could ask him to stop but - "Do it," was all I said, egging him on.

"As you wish, Miss Perdie," he groaned.

Captain was managing the last few spurts between us when the Colonel made good on his pledge. As if the sheep dog's long fur weren't already drenched enough! While the horse's chest heaved and sweat dripped down his blanket, the Colonel got his second reward. I felt him growing inside me until suddenly, his thrusts sharpened. I was knotted tight, and if my ears picked up Pongo now, there'd be no escape. I was the Colonel's for now, until he was done with me.

"I'm...almost..." he grunted, his words giving way to heaving pants as he slammed into me, digging his bony tip right up against my womb. His big, brown balls clenched and squeezed against me, the greasy coating of horse cum nothing compared to the sudden flood flowing straight into my slender abdomen. I couldn't help it, I howled, and if not for Captain's enormous balls muffling my voice, I would have given away the game for sure.

My entire body clenched and shuddered around the Colonel, searing heat engulfing my mind as the sheep dog used my body a mere dozen meters from my sleeping husband. Later, I would ponder my good fortune to find another lover almost as good as Cobalt, and only later than that would I realize that it wasn't so much that other dogs were so good, but rather than Pongo was so damned terrible. In the moment, however, I could only think of one thing - pleasure.

I did lift one, dainty paw and lower it to my belly, feeling as I began to swell beneath the Colonel's onslaught. He humped me so hard, he shoved me out from beneath the stallion, forcing me to bite my lips to cut off my wild howls. A new puddle began to form beneath us, paling in size to the one beneath Captain, but no less impressive, formed by leakage through the sheep dog's fat knot.

"Oh, God," I gasped, digging my paws into the dirt to keep from sliding any farther. The old dog was surprisingly big and strong. I could only imagine what he must have been like in his youth.

But all good things must come to an end, and soon enough, he'd had his fill, and I had been filled. Amazingly, I still hadn't heard nor seen a hint of Pongo in the rafters beyond the hay. The dense bales must block sound better than I'd thought! I panted and smiled back at the Colonel while he waited his knot out, and kindly showed me a nearby stream to wash. It took almost half an hour to clear the last bit of horse cum from my back and rump.

Pongo was half-awake when I returned, the sunrise starting to show over the horizon.

"Muhhh? Where were you, dear?" he managed to mumble.

"I had, uh...some business to take care of." It wasn't a lie.

"Good idea. We have a long walk ahead of us to reach Collie's farm."

I lay down a few feet away from Pongo. "I can't wait. I think I've finally figured it out," I said, slowly.

"Figured what out?"

"The right way to express my thanks."