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Angel walks through the house, feeling the buzz of energy throughout. Two months and twenty-seven days had passed since the wave of heats had struck the household. She can barely walk two steps without running across a pregnant bitch.

She gives a knowing wink to Collette, whose belly is thick with her brother's pups, the yearling's teats swollen out for the coming litter. They sway beneath her as she walks over to the mirror to adjust her bow. Annette just rolls her eyes, lying in repose on the dog bed nearby, trying to rest up for her own litter. Scamp had certainly done what he'd said, spraying his two siblings quite full. Annette rests her front paws on her wide stomach. "This is your fault, you know," she glowers at Collette.

The other Cocker Spaniel just glances at her sister and says, "I seem to recall you daring_me to do it with him. Besides, you really ought to blame _Scamp."

"What's the good in that?" Annette whines. "He just walks around as proud as a peacock, like he owns the place."

"Well," the sister replies, "it won't be long now."

Angel can only smirk. The sisters had been this way for their entire pregnancies, bickering back and forth. She doesn't bother to interrupt - they _enjoy_griping at each other. Instead, she heads to the kitchen for her dinner. There, she finds Danielle, chomping loudly on kibble, her belly so big it rests on the floor even when she is standing up.

She stops eating to greet the Pomeranian. "Hi, Angel!" she gasps, her stub-tail wagging. Angel can tell that Buster has done quite a number on the little pup, because there is no way her belly is just full of Chihuahuas. Danielle basically has to roll through the house to get anywhere, her teats leaving unsettling streaks on the carpet, but Angel has never met a happier dog.

"Lookin' good, Danielle," she grins, wondering if the poor girl'd even _survive_giving birth to her half-doberman pups. Angel lies down to gobble up her own puppy chow.

Angel wanders by the window and glances out, only to see a large, stray bitch walking by, with floppy ears, white fur, and brown spots, her own belly ready to pop. It seems like every bitch in town had come into heat at the same time and managed to find an eager male in no time. And of course, as she heads upstairs for the night, she sees her adoptive mother.

Lady is even bigger around than Danielle, filled, as far as the Pomeranian knows, with only Buster's pups. Giving birth is going to be rough for the older Cocker Spaniel, but at least it isn't her first whelping. Angel smiles politely, climbing the last few steps to her own bed, shared with her mate. Scamp may have knocked his two sisters up, but he spends his nights with Angel, and she can't be happier. The sweet little Schnauzer bends over backward for the Pomeranian.

As she heads to their bed, Scamp is quick to get up, wagging his tail and licking his lips. "Angel!"

"I was just downstairs for a few minutes, Scamp. It's not like I was gone for the day."

"I know," he grimaces, "but I just can't help it when I see you."

Angel licks his face and curls up beside him. She pats her stomach and says, "And when you see this," she grins, her own womb brimming full of little, grey pups. At least she is in good company. The household is teetering on the edge, the calm before the storm. Within a week, all five bitches will pop, and anywhere between 15 and 40 newborn puppies will literally litter the house. The humans are beside themselves at the sudden influx, but they are at least planning to keep the puppies safe until the little ones are weaned and can find good homes.

Scamp smiles. "That too, my beautiful mate. I just can't..."

"Help yourself?" Angel says with a gleam in her eye and a paw on his crotch. He's already started to peek out of his sheath. Just thinking about his coming puppies, whether Angel's, or Collette's, or Annette's is enough to turn him on. "Want to? This may be our last chance; I'm going to be awfully busy for the next month or two."

Scamp takes a deep breath, humping gently against Angel's paw. "Remember the night our puppies were conceived? Let's do it like that."

Angel grins and licks his face. "Of course I remember."

And as Scamp leans over to kiss her deeply, music seems to play in Angel's head, memories flitting through her mind. The pregnant Pomeranian opens her mouth to return his kiss in the present, but in her mind, a very horny, very fertile Angel shivered as she pressed her lips against his light-grey whiskers on the night she first gave herself away (well, to a dog, not a cat).

To Be Continued in one week...