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Meg took the quickest route back to the cabins, dashing along the road until she was panting for breath, but she managed to beat Pongo there. The spotted dog had been bouncing along at a leisurely pace, apparently pleased. Meg waited just outside the mess hall, putting on a sad face, hoping that his paternal protectiveness got the better of him.

He'd turned her down once already, the cameras rolling as he ran away from her after she'd brought him right to the edge of orgasm with her skilled tongue. Perhaps he'd run off to find Perdie and _that's_why he was in such a good mood. But having the resolve once didn't mean he wouldn't slip up the second time around.

Sure enough, the famous father came bouncing down the path, and Meg took this opportunity to use her panting - she pretended she'd been crying. He came upon the young Doberman, pausing and flattening his ears. "Meg?"

Sniffling, the sneaky bitch whined, "Oh...it's you."

"What's wrong?"

Lower lip quivering, Meg gave the next line her all. "I-I'm sorry I asked you what I did. I shoulda known that you wouldn't be interested in an ugly dog like me when you're married to the most beautiful bitch in the world."

"You're not ugly," he protested.

Meg glanced beneath him. His cock was still half-hard, but covered in liquid. So he _had_had a successful time with his wife, despite the tension between them. "You don't have to be nice. My brother's told me the truth often enough. Nobody likes a stubby-tail and ugly bat ears and a long, square muzzle."

"Actually..." Pongo began.

Meg had debated what to say, but she suspected her best bet was to convince Pongo that if he _didn't_breed her, she would be damaged in some horrible way. She knew just what to say, and it was surprisingly close to the truth. "Maybe Dex is right and I'll never find anyone to breed me, much less _love_me. I should just go to him - he's my only real chance for puppies."

This time, however, Pongo didn't have the reaction she expected. He didn't reject that idea with revulsion and promise to breed her to keep her from that sick, incestuous fate. Instead, he said, "Now _that's_something I'd like to see."

"Y-you would?" she asked, trying to buy time to reevaluate her strategy.

Nodding, the Dalmatian said, "But not until you've had your fill of me." He took a step forward, grinning at her.

"B-but what about Perdie?" Meg asked, then bit her lip. Why was she bringing up his wife at a time like this?

"Fuck her. I must have sired _two-hundred_pups before I even _met_her, much less our current ninety-nine. She doesn't own me. What's one more litter of mutts?"

Meg blinked. Whatever had happened had dramatically changed the Dalmatian's outlook. Perhaps...his dick _wasn't_wet from Perdie? But then, who?"

"Y-you mean?" she asked, quivering for real this time. She hadn't really expected this to work. She'd basically given up on mating the beautiful dog, forced to be satisfied with his inexperienced pup of a son. She was probably already carrying Pongo's grandpuppies, but if there were any more eggs available, the prolific poppa would certainly claim them. She might birth littermates that were also uncles and nieces; aunts and nephews.

"Yes," he grunted, tail wagging.

Meg spun in place, reaching for the door to the mess hall and the cameras ready and waiting within. She'd done it! Even if Dex hadn't managed to get incriminating video of Perdita, she was going to save the day. But before she could take a single step inside, Pongo had already stepped up behind her, and planted a large, wet lick on her no-longer virgin spade.

Meg yelped, dropping her paw to the ground so that the door swung shut again. But...the cameras!"W-wait!" she mumbled.

Pongo wasn't in the mood for that. He slammed_his tongue into her. Would he notice his son's seed still lining her aching cunt? If so, he didn't say anything. Legs wobbling, it was all Meg could do to remain standing against the onslaught. He was _really skilled!

"W-what if your wife comes back - she'll see us!"

Pongo took the time to pull his tongue from her twat only long enough to say, "Good," before plunging back in, making Meg's eyes roll back in her head.

Pongo was sick of holding back for Perdie's sake. He'd been a good little husband except for one_little slip up with Greta, but his good behavior was rewarded with a close-up view of some Park Ranger dog breeding her senseless. Penny was just a first step, and Meg a tight little consolation prize. He was going to leave every womb he could flooded with potent Dalmatian cum, and if Perdita found out? _So what?

Meg yelped, not sure what to do. If she didn't relocate Pongo's sudden affections, the cameras would only pick up the sharp _yelps_and _yips_of their love-making. But she could hardly form words with his inquisitive tongue buried a foot deep into her squirming snatch. His licks were so powerful, he was lifting her hind legs off the ground, making it impossible for the Doberman to push the door open and walk through.

"Aaah! Aaah!" she whined, spreading her legs for him.

After almost a minute of cleaning every last inch of her, Pongo pulled out, panting for breath. He gasped, "I'm going to leave you so full of pups that your brother won't be able to get one in if he tries. And I want you to promise me something..."

Meg shivered, glancing over her shoulder at the powerful Dalmatian. "Anything..." she said, breathlessly, and she was barely acting.

With a grin, Pongo said, "You're gonna let him try."

The Doberman bitch whined. Her brother had been sniffing after her pussy since she'd first come into heat, but she'd always turned him down on the pretense that keeping one last thing 'pure' about her would keep her from plunging over the deep end. Still, even before_today, _before she'd given her womb away to a half-grown pup, she'd done terrible things for money, and fucked her brother in every other way known to man or dog. Now, she was cheating on the most lovable dam in Britain, Perdita, after fucking her young son, just to post video of the action online to ruin their reputations.

Any 'purity' had long since left her.

Still, Meg gasped, "But -"

Pongo interrupted. "Promise me."

Meg paused. "I promise." She didn't have to keep the promise, of course, and she doubted she would. Would she?

Pongo just grinned. "Great. But first, let's take care of what you really_need," he said, poking his cold nose against her quivering spade. "We _both know this is why we're here together."

Meg groaned as the large Dalmatian hopped onto her back. She'd buckled under her brother's weight dozens of times, but there was something different about spreading her legs for Pongo, knowing where he'd be aiming, in the middle of her heat. Meg whimpered again, still on the wrong side of the door to the mess hall, hidden from the all-important cameras.

Pongo wrapped his strong paws around Meg's waist. "This," he said, poking his drooling tip up against her fertile folds, "is the only thing we have in common. The pure, carnal _need_to breed."

Meg shuddered, her stub-tail aching as she held it uselessly to the side. "Oh, Pongo!"

With a casual lick of her ear, Pongo said, "I want you to realize that if you weren't in heat, I wouldn't give you a second glance."

The Doberman had been holding her breath, but now she exhaled, panting. How he'd changed in just an hour. The Dalmatian whispered, "Say it."

"Say what?" she gasped.

"Say what you mean to me," he growled, poking his tip just a few millimeters into her puffy mound.

Meg paused, and yelped, "I'm just a swollen pussy to you! Just a place to pump your puppies!"

"Who knew a spade could be so smart?" he laughed, and then, without warning, he _slammed_his hips forward, penetrating Meg for the second time in her young life.

Meg dropped her jaw. Letting in Patch had been a gentle, clumsy affair, but Pongo was something altogether different. The once-devoted husband was skilled and precise, and he was a _lot_larger. The half-grown pup might as well have not stretched her out at all for what Pongo's dick was doing to her. His heavy thrust immediately stretched her tight pussy to its limits, engulfing tightly around his bulging shaft, until she must have been gaping obscenely. Too bad the cameras couldn't pick any of that up!

Meg whined. Patch had dumped his nuts right into her fertile womb, and she was all but certain he'd claimed a few of her litter, but this_was what it really felt like to be _bred. She could barely stay standing beneath his onslaught as Pongo humped harder and harder into the Doberman. She was used to having the upper paw, but he was using her and she was getting nothing in return but a womb full of mutts. Dex had urged her to wait until he had a chance to woo Perdita. A litter wasn't worth eight thousand dollars if you could help it! But Meg had yet to see any evidence that Dex was successful, and she'd known from the start that she wouldn't waste an opportunity if it arose.

But this was no opportunity. The cameras were safely on the other side of a door. Here she was, letting one of the most prolific studs in the country plow her for no reason. Except that she _loved_it.

She'd known the entire time with Patch that if she'd wanted to, she could have easily pushed the pup over and overpowered him. She'd only given him her virginity in an effort to keep her cover, and it had worked. Her second chance at Pongo had come sooner than she expected. But now she was whimpering beneath him, completely out of view of the cameras, and as good a fighter as she was, she doubted she could dislodge the horny Dalmatian if she had tried. For once in her life, she was completely at the whim of another, and his whim involved pumping her belly full of puppies.

With skilled thrusts, Pongo pushed deep and pulled back, rubbing his fat cock all over her clenching cunt. She gasped and moaned, even though the dog's knot was still inches behind her, already struggling with the _first_half. He dug his paws into her abdomen, making himself at home in her body.

Leaning forward, the cocky stud whispered in her ear. "You do know what to expect, when I'm done with you?"

Meg couldn't respond, her tongue hanging limply out the side of her mouth as she whined and bucked her hips.

"I'll be done_with you. When you give birth to spotty, little bastards, don't come looking for _me. Do whatever you want - don't expect me to care."

Gritting her teeth, Meg managed to pant out, "Yes, Pongo..."

"I hope Dex doesn't mind raising another dog's pups."

Meg wondered. When she did have puppies, how would her brother react? She'd never seen him behave particularly fatherly, and she knew for a fact that he'd fathered more than a few litters himself. But he didn't _love_those bitches. Did he love her? Would she have to wean the young ones herself?

A bit late to worry about that now.

By now, the Dalmatian was slowly hammering his engorged knot into her nearly virgin pussy, stretching her to the point of bursting in a way that Patch could never have matched. The Doberman dropped her jaw, tongue drooling as she rocked her hips up and down, gyrating around the enormous, red cock. It was beyond dusk, but Meg wondered whether any of the humans, much less the dogs, might stop by at any moment. Most of the cameras were set up in private locations, but Meg was getting pounded right in front of the row of cabins! She could only imagine what Pongo's owners would think to see him mounted on a random bitch.

"Almost...in..." he groaned dismissively.

Patch could never have done her justice on preparing her for a full-grown male. The fat knot spreading her aching spade apart sent shockwaves through her young body, and where the pup had pulled himself out, knot included, she realized she would be tied to Pongo for quite some time. Whining, Meg flattened her ears and spread her legs, slamming herself backward to meet every thrust. Surely streams of cum were already filling her fertile womb, but that was nothing compared to the flood swirling inside Pongo's hefty orbs.

Like that, Pongo hit the halfway point for his knot, stretching the Doberman to her very breaking point. Then, it all happened so fast - his knot popped_in with a loud _squelch, her vulva bulged out to match the shape of his engorged tissue, she squeezed him deep, pulling his throbbing knot right up against her internal clitoris, and she lost her mind. With a yip, Meg was humping up and down, her entire body shuddering as searing white pleasure travelled like burning lightning bolts down her spine.

Pongo gritted his teeth, riding out his bitch's sudden explosion of whines and rhythmic clenching, but even his extensive experience wasn't enough to last for long. He couldn't help but picture Dex on his wife's back, feeling that at least he was getting back in some way. He grunted, "Not bad," and then came_hard_. With his grey balls pressed up against her hind end, he erupted inside her, his bony tip splattering straight into her womb to join an earlier, much smaller batch of Dalmatian seed. Meg could hardly believe the repeated coursing of fluid, so strong she could _feel_it pumping into her. With the dog's knot, not a drop had anywhere to go but to fill her to the brim.

Patch had better hope he took advantage of that head start...

"Oh, God, I'm yours!" Meg panted. She'd climaxed for Dex before, but he'd always pulled out his tongue or his paw once she'd begun to shudder. Now, there was nowhere for her to go despite the intense pleasure bordering on pain that enveloped her pussy.

Groaning, Pongo bucked harder, managing to say, "I don't want you - just your womb."

"Good enough for me," she whined.

After what seemed like minutes of pussy-pounding fun, Pongo decided he was done with her, hopping off with a "You're welcome." Meg winced as her spade was stretched and tightened in another, unfamiliar direction, still tied tightly despite being rump-to-rump with the large Dalmatian. Luckily, her stub tail could wag without hitting his long tail, draped over her back.

Meg still moaned with each squirt, as Pongo was far from done with her. Her clenching ring held him tight, massaging and milking him of every last drop. But the Doberman knew her business. "Pongo," she gasped. "Please, let's go in the mess hall. My brother might come by at any moment..."

"And?"

Meg whined. "I don't want him to see me like this."

Pongo shrugged. "You promised to lift your tail for him, remember."

"I - I know," she panted. "But I want to tell_him what happened, not _show him."

Pongo shrugged. "If you want."

Rather than letting Meg simply walk through the door, Pongo took a sharp turn, tugging Meg behind him. The Doberman was dragged ignominiously through the door, right in front of the recording cameras. While they hadn't caught the action, they had the proof she needed!

"Th-thanks," she groaned.

"Don't mention it."

He certainly didn't seem to be in the mood to talk. Meg kept her lips shut, content to just ride out the afterglow - right on camera. Whether or not Dex had managed to get with Perdita, at least he couldn't brag about how she'd failed her side of the mission.

* * * * *

Patch strutted back to his room, where the human pets slept. Roger and Anita had been spending the day visiting the park, but the spotted pup had been far more busy. Yorkshire Dales was simply the best vacation he had ever been on, and it was only the first day!

He'd left his mother whimpering in the forest, but he'd expected Pongo to be back already. Not only that, Penny was missing too. With a _big_yawn, he decided perhaps he _was_a little exhausted, stretching out from the nails of his paws to the tip of his tail. Just as he was about to curl up and sleep, the doggy door opened up. Lifting an oversized ear, the half-grown dog glanced up to see Penny.

Something was different about his shy sister. She was wagging her tail, and she smelled...dirty. Like she'd been panting all day, or rolling around in the muck. When he'd left her at the cabin earlier in the day, she'd been pristine, as usual. "Wot 'appened ter you, sis?"

The naive little pup didn't have the sense to lie to her brother, so she let a smile spread across her muzzle and said, "Da 'appened. And then Dex."

Patch blinked, stepping curiously closer to his litter-mate. He snuffled_her gently, definitely picking up Pongo's scent all over her, but masked beneath a different, muskier flavor. "Wot do yer mean?" She couldn't be saying what he _thought_she was saying. She was just a baby! And besides, Pongo and Dex were _far too big for her. Right?

Penny perked up her ears, lifted her nose, and announced, "I _mated_wid 'em!"

"Bullcrap, tho," Patch said. "You don' even know wotcher talkin' about."

Penny shook her head. "I can prove it, innit?" With that, the proud pup spun around, lifting her spotted tail. Patch's eyes widened. Sure enough, her grey spade was still gaping, clear evidence of white cream dripping down in globs. He couldn't help but lick his lips.

"You won' believe this, Sissy. I 'ad Meg tonight, too!" He didn't tell her about breeding his mum; he didn't want to break his promise to his mother, and besides, if Penny told Pongo, his leverage wouldn't work anymore.

Penny didn't bother to turn around, just looking over her shoulder at her young brother, her heat-swollen spade still plainly in view. "Not uh. Prove it."

Patch paused. "How?"

"Huh. Well, tell me exactly what happened." Penny swivelled back around and sat so that her sopping spade was barely visible between her front legs.

Patch tried to prove it with detail, talking about exactly how he'd met Meg and convinced her to lay back and let him fuck her as long as he didn't tell his mom that she'd been sniffing after his dad.

"Wot? Why wouldn' she want Mum ter know?"

Patch just shook his head. "They're married. They ain't supposed to be doin' it wid others, innit? Da shouldn'a done you, either."

"No wonder 'e dinna want me ter tell 'er!" Penny gasped.

For a moment, Patch wanted to explain that he'd seen Mum doing it, too, but he'd promised not to tell anyone. Instead, he said, "I betchu if you threatened ter tell 'er, Da'd keep plugging you all week."

Penny grimaces. "That sounds awful. 'Sides, I think 'e'll keep at it anyway. 'E _loves_me."

"But 'e's the one cheatin' on Mum. It ain't so bad takin' advantage ovvit."

Penny shook her head. "Seems wrong ter me, makin' some'n mate ya when they don't wan' it."

Somehow, Patch was starting to think his sister wouldn't approve of how he'd blackmailed Perdita into breeding with him, and wouldn't like it when he did it again tomorrow, and the next day. She was one to talk all high and mighty - she'd just cheated with her own father! Besides - "'E wants it. Already did ya once, innit? You'd jus' be convincin' 'im not to worry about Mum. Mum wants it, too. She's in 'eat. She wants it from whoever'll give it to 'er."

Penny scoffed. "I is too, but I only wannit from someone I love."

Patch sneered. "That why you fucked Dex?"

Penny had never heard that word, but she could tell immediately that it was naughty. "That's not - he..."

Patch shook his head. "When a bitch is in 'eat, she'll do anyfing for a bit 'o cock."

"Not uh!"

Patch growled. "I'll prove it," he said, stepping toward his sister.

She dropped her jaw. If there was any rule, it was 'don't do it with your brother'. "Stop, Patch."

Patch just grinned, and stepped forward again.

"You're scaring me. We're not s'posed to do it - I's your sis'!"

With a confidence that belied his youth, Patch shrugged and said, "When I's through with you, you'll be beggin' for it."

Penny took a step back, then turned tail and ran, but Patch was faster, hooking a paw around her back leg and tripping her. She rolled forward, spinning head over tail twice before landing with a thud on her back. Staring up at the ceiling, she saw her brother looking down at her, his head upside-down. He just smirked, then stepped over her, her vision suddenly filled with his white, spotted belly. "Oof!" she gasped, when he put his paw on her bloated belly.

"Hey!" she gasped, eyes wide as he stepped over her, his red tip suddenly right in view of her. She was about to say something else, but all that came out was a loud, unbidden moan.

Patch had slid his slender, red tongue straight into his sister's dripping twat. He didn't know any better, slurping up the adult's cum and gulping the salty, pleasant flavor down as he drilled his tongue in spirals throughout her puffed-up spade. Licking his lips, he said, "Like that, don'tcha?"

Penny just groaned, splaying her legs out and spreading her tail across the floor. She couldn't deny that her brother's tongue felt good, and after the rough handling she'd gotten from the two adult males, the gentleness of Patch's tongue was a welcome change. She couldn't help but shiver as his warm tongue pressed down against her pointed spade. "W-we can't, tho," she gasped. "It's against the rules!"

"You always play by the rules?" Patch taunted, twisting his tongue inside his sister's cunny.

Penny whimpered. She _had_always played by the rules. But glancing up at her brother's cock just inches from her muzzle, the yearling pup remembered the delicious smell and flavor of her Dad. Well, maybe breaking the rules just once wouldn't be so bad - what's the worst that could happen from fucking your brother? Tentatively, she lifted her muzzle up to lap at Patch's fattening organ.

"Nnnngh," Patch groaned, collapsing on top of his sister. Lying across her bulging belly, he did his best to lick his sister's twat while buried fully into her muzzle, humping down weakly into her. She just wrapped her tongue around his thick, red erection, suckling like a pig.

And they might have kept licking each other until they moaned and came together, except that Patch knew his _real_prize was deeper than his little tongue could go. Groaning, he picked himself up and turned around, straddling his rotund little sister. She stared up at him, ears flat. "We can't. We shouldn't," she said, already softening her stance.

Patch just smiled down at her and said, "I'm gunna do you whether you want me to or not."

Penny stared down her belly at her swollen spade, angled up toward her brother's throbbing cock. "But, Mum 'n Da could be back any second!"

"Then we better get going," he said simply.

This made perfect sense to Penny. Biting her lip, she nodded, and Patch grinned. With a powerful thrust, the half-grown pup humped down into his fertile sister. They'd both been virgins just an hour or two before, but now Penny tossed her head back,yipping as her third cock pushed past her spade. He was a lot smaller than the other two, sinking all the way in in one go. Even his knot _popped_right in, tying him immediately with the grunting girl.

"Oh...fffuck!" Patch groaned.

Penny just gasped at her newly stretched passage, whining loudly enough to wake Anita. The woman nudged her husband, who roused gently. "Huh, what?"

The woman couldn't see what was going on just feet away on the floor, but she could hear the soft, high-pitched squeal as the two siblings went at it together. Smiling, the woman said, "I think one of the pups is dreaming."

"Ah, hmm," Roger groaned, uninterested. Like that, both humans went back to sleep, ignoring the yips and whines that were by no means as innocent as they suspected.

"Oh, brother!" Penny gasped, wrapping her paws around his chest and clutching herself to him. He shoved himself back and forth, getting a lot more motion than her two other mates. She adored the way his cock glided smoothly back and forth, rubbing every last inch of her vagina. There were only two rules, and she was breaking half of them. At least she loved her brother.

Patch grunted, plowing his third bitch of the evening, but where he'd had to really work hard to coerce Meg and his mother, Penny seemed to be _really_into it. His pounding heart welled up inside him, and he leaned forward to kiss his sister. She immediately tilted her head, opening her muzzle and taking his forceful tongue into her mouth. They pumped against each other, making out furiously on the floor, their whimpers and moans muffled.

Sure enough, just as he'd promised and just as Meg had explained, Penny said no at first, but now she was begging for it. The girl broke their kiss to moan, "Gimme your pups, Patch!"

Patch dropped his jaw. He'd thought she didn't know the possible consequences of their nighttime fun. He hadn't planned to tell her, lest he give her another reason to fight him on it. But she knew she was in heat, and she _knew_he could become the father of her pups (as well as Pongo's and Dex's), and she was still _yipping_for more. "I'm gonna...I'm gonna...!" he gasped.

"Oh, Gooooood!" Penny howled, cumming first.

If the humans noticed, the most Roger did was roll over in his sleep, oblivious to the impromptu, puppy breeding going on just a few feet away on the floor. Patch _yelped_and pumped his nuts, creaming his fertile sister, the third male that night to take advantage of her naivete. Luckily, Meg had taught him well that girls always tried to _say_no, but that they secretly wanted it. Penny was no different, whining and rocking her hips upward as she squeezed down around his cock, her spade greedily gulping every drop he had to give her. Three-in-a-row was pretty convincing, but once he got home to his 48 other sisters, he would have all the data he needed.

They barely managed to clean up and get most of the scent out before Perdita, and then Pongo returned to the cabin to collapse straight to sleep. The pups pretended to be asleep. Both adults had taken the time to bathe in different places along the river, though Perdie couldn't know that her husband was well aware at least that she'd bred quite eagerly with the handsome Doberman. He'd gotten her back fairly well, fucking both their impressionable daughter, and that slut, Meg, but he had a lot_of revenge to get on his cuckolding wife. Thankfully, there was a whole _farm full of their daughters all primed and ready for a breeding awaiting him back home...