Tramps and Ladys Relationship
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Tramps and Lady's relationship has been on the downfall. For the past few months Lady was denying tramp of any attention, bringing the chemistry between them to a stop. At first this confused tramp, he assumed she was in one of her moods again. Until, her mood never changed, she constantly kept to herself. At first only denying Tramp mating, but soon she started denying him any attention at all. She became distant from him, she stop looking at him the way she used to. It was as-if the fire between them was slowly fading. Tramps confusion slowly changed to frustration, every now and then he would make advancements towards her, being pent up from the lack of tail he was getting, he would always try, hoping that maybe this one time her own urges would get the better of her and she'd finally allow him to mount her. But Tramps hopes always fell short. Even if Lady was interested, she would never show showing it. He always resorted to going to his recently found corner and pawing himself off until he came in his paw, only imagining it was his mates tight valve.
Tramps hopes were minuscule, but not complacently gone yet. If there was anything tramp learnt after being with Lady for so many years, was her cycle, and her heat was about to start. He prepared himself, hiding his frustration, not just of her actions, but the frustration of not having a hot piece of tail to cum into. The craving that it caused him, the thoughts that such torture put into his head, he'd not dear think of them. But reassurance soon filled him knowing that this; this would break her. He was going to show her what she'd been missing out on. He was about to make sure that after this night, she would never deny him the right to under her tail ever again....or so he hoped.
Her season came soon, as expected by Tramp. He thought best to leave his frustrations behind as after tonight they would not matter. He no longer had a need to care about the reason to why she was doing this, as of after tonight, they also would not matter. Things would be back to normal if not better between the two of them and Tramp could sens it. He was about to give his bitch the ride of her life, and maybe even give her a little present to which remember his massive red crimson member by. He reached for a brush out of his doggy bag, being a skillful dog from spending a large chunk of his life living in a scrap yard, he knew many thinks other dogs didn't; and could do even more thing other dogs couldn't. He always thought it was one of the reasons Lady loved him. Maybe living as a civilized house dog took that charm away from him. Maybe it was about time to remind lady he hadn't lost anything and was still the same ol' Tramp she fell in love and mated with. He wasn't about to take any chances. He took the brush in his maw and brushed what he could, cleaning of any bits of dirt or loose hair that may have been on him, he wanted to look presentable for her.
After finishing and being satisfied with his appearance, Tramp sniffed the air, he knew exactly where she was. The sweet smell of her heat made it clear to him to where she was hiding, and Tramp knew that she was . She hadn't been willing before and she wont be as willing now. But he knew she cant deny the naturally calling of her heat; To mate...to breed. He walked closer towards his target, already feeling some blood rushing to his member, his tip poke out from is grey sheath along with a devilish smile appearing on his face. As he drew closer to the door, he started hearing strange sounds coming from the room lady was in, they sounded so distant yet, so familiar. This caused Tramp to stop for a brief second and wonder about what he was hearing; Until it dawned on him. Still approaching the door, this time slowly and cautiously, keeping his head slightly lower and pointing more outwards then before to take in more of these peculiar sounds. Soon he reached and stood by the door, though not opening it as to understands the sounds coming from the room better. Confusion filled him, his nose told him that it must be Lady inside; unless all this time apart had fractured his memory of what his mate smelt like... could it in-fact be Angle? No. It cant be. He thought to himself. He sniffed once more this time taking in a stronger portion of the smell coming from now, the bitch in question. All these thoughts intertwined in his brain until annoyance slowly started filling him from the familiarity of the sound that he just couldn't quite understand. Until suddenly, as if a certain part of the smell hit the right part of his brain, he finally understood. They were the sweet sounds of Lady moaning.
Maybe all this time distancing each other really had taking a toll on him. He no longer remember the sound of his mate moaning, something that should be sacred to him, the one sound he should adore; and he'd forgotten it.... The first thought that came to his head was that Lady must be pleasuring herself because of her heat, it must have been too much to bear so she finally gave in to her own self stimulation. Tramp could just picture her, closing his eyes he saw her, bending over into here on valve, licking...no....diving that tongue of hers deep into her sex, lapping all around it, moaning as she did so, trying to make herself cum. At the thought, Tramp opened his eyes. A realization came to him, what if she was doing this to avoid him, what if she was pleasuring herself to avoid needing him to clench her heat. Even with her heat happening, she would do everything to keep away from him. More then just the tip of Tramps member was poking out from under his sheath now. Drunk with lust from taking in her sweet heated smell and enduring her moans, he progressed forward. Anger started filling his from this realization.
Thought tramp might be a smart dog from spending all those year in the scrap yard, but it didn't make him non the wiser then the average, well minded dog. Not once did it occur to him that maybe, just maybe lady was in that room fucking another dog, taking his long, thick member deep insider her until his knot swelled, locking them together, shooting strings upon string of thick fertile cum straight into her, claiming her womb for his and filling it with his puppy's. No. Not once did that cross his mind. For no matter how much Lady ignored him and distanced herself from him without giving a clear explanation as to why, no matter the amount of frustration that brought upon Tramp. He still loved her, and the thought of her betraying him in such a way wasn't an option; and tramp couldn't see past that. That was his main downfall.
Lady being smart, she locked herself in the room to carry out her act, thinking that from this her scent wont spread out towards the whole house and no one can accidentally walk in on her, especially not tramp. But one thing she didn't account for were her own moans, so lost in her wave of pleasure that she became unaware of how loud she was being, and how little a close door would do to keep or heat away, especially from Tramp.
Tramp carefully lifted himself upon the door and twisted the handle with his skillful maw, opening the door with a massive "click". Lady jumped, lifting her muzzle, startled by the sudden sound. Her muzzle wet from all the time shed spent within herself. A wave of dread started filling her as she saw the door slowly creek open, knowing she had been caught. Her heart sank when she saw that it was tramp, slowly walking in, looking straight at her. His eyes containing no emotions, counterbalanced by lust and anger. He noticed her muzzle, which instantly got him more excited, a very faint devilish smile crept onto him face as more of his member revealed itself out from its sheath. Once he entered the room fully, Lady could see almost half of his crimson member protruding from his sheath. She instantly knew why he was here...
That didn't stop her from stating the obvious.
"Why are you here Tramp?" she said, slight annoyed, yet embarrassed from being caught with her muzzle in her open sex.
"Why have you been doing this to me Lady?, you don't speak to me, you wont mate with me; is that not what we are?...Mates?" He stated annoyingly, trying to get a decent response from her. Both canines were in a state of annoyance from the situation, but for different reasons.
"Hell, you wont even look at me sometimes" Tramp said again, this time showing glimpses of anger in his voice.
Lady took in a deep breath; inhaling, then exhaling " Just go away Tramp" she said, picking herself up and turning around, she slowly laid down, facing away from him and rested her head, pretending to sleep.
"what, so you can go back to fucking yourself with your own muzzle instead of letting me do it?" he exclaimed, real anger protruding from his voice now. His member retracted fully into his sheath. As if there was still any arousal left in him, it had been over taken by anger.
"Tramp. Leave" she said. Trying not to display anger, rather a sense of not caring.
"No Lady, you are my mate, and i intend on mating you. You've denied me this pleasure for too long. So if you're not going to enjoy this then i certainly will." He stated whilst slowly advancing towards her.
"I've lost interested in your pleasure Lady." he said in a calmer voice then before, but in a tone that showed no sympathy for her. Lady's eyes went wide open, not from the tone of his voice, but from the words he spoke.
"you've brought this upon yourself"
After hearing this, she noticed how close he'd managed to come to her. She span round, faster then tramp expected, with her paw in the air and her claws starting to protrude out, she sliced his face, only mildly though as her claws didn't have enough time to unsheathe fully from the speed at which she spun round to attack Tramp.
Her paw hit with great force. But tramp did not flinch, he was too far gone. Intoxicated with lust and anger. The hit merely move his head slightly from the force before he re-positioned it to face at her again. He showed no emotion. His eyes, cold. Lady launched her muzzle at his, sneering her teeth and growling aggressively, inches from his face. She stayed there until she felt her message got across him him. This wasn't something she saw, as his expression was as cold and dead as before. She felt she'd done what was needed and turned back around to sleep facing away from him.
Tramp stood there for a few seconds before he backed up and slowly headed for the door, fully understanding the situation he was in.
"Fine, i see how it is; Bitch" He said with the same coldness to match the expression on his face. Anger, shock, fear. Non of those were shown.
"Were through" she stated, as he left the room. Heading to his corner that was all to familiar to him these past couple weeks.
Tramp felt like he wanted to shed a tear, but in his current state, that just wasn't possible.
Unknown to Tramp, Lady had her reasons. The Main one being pretty simple, she had fallen out of love with him. She knew Tramp all to well and nothing had changed from when they first met. Lady knew how horny he was, sometimes she even questioned how it was possible to have such lust. But it was overwhelming. Tramp constantly wanted to fuck, to mate. At the start it was romantic, but soon it got too much. All tramp ever wanted was to empty his balls deep down inside her, and when he wasn't doing that he was abusing her muzzle, forcing her to deep throat him and swallow every drop of cum he could give her. Tramp saw it as a huge turn on, she saw it as abuse. Lady had no issue with the size of his member, rather that he would always cum before she could. Never leaving her satisfied, never having foreplay at the start. Just senseless fucking. After which tramp would instantly leave, or fall asleep right there and then. She had lost all feelings for him, and needed someone else. But as of now, she had to make do with her muzzle, as she bent over again and started inserting her tongue deep within herself, trying to make herself cum, not caring about her moaning this time knowing Tramp wouldn't interrupt her again.
Ironically, the two of them resorting to the same means of stimulation.
Tramp sat down against the wall in his corner and leaned his back up against it. Sinking down slightly and spreading out his hind legs with a *sigh*. He thought that he wouldn't be doing this after today, yet he he was. Tramp looked down at his sheath, Grey, and slimy from his member going in and out of it so many time from the mix of emotions he'd experienced throughout the day. Yet there was still some lust within him, and he hadn't had the chance to cum today. With his right paw he reached down over to his balls and started playing with the fur that was covering them. Slight moans escaped his mouth as hes member started to unsheathe itself with the tip already poking out. He advanced and garbed his balls with his paw now, fondling with his testicles which increased the rate at which his member was retracting. Pleasure, and yet sadness filled him and he knew he would never be able to empty them inside his mate ever again. Never mind a different female. He increased the pace at which he caressed his balls, doing more vigorous actions until enough of his member came out into the cool air for him to wrap his paw around it. Tramp tilted his head up, placing it against the wall whilst his paw started to stoke up and down, try to expose his full length to the cool air of the room as he looked up at the ceiling. But tonight was different, it didn't feel like any of the other nights he spent like this. Tramp looked back down at his paw as it slowly stroked up and down hes exposed length and watched as he pawed himself off. Tonight was different, he knew he wasn't going to cum like this, he needed something more.
He watched his paws movement as a bit pre cum escaped the tip of him member and made its way down Tramps paw. A sudden curiosity filled him as he removed him paw from his cock and held it up, close to his muzzle. He gave it a good inspection as if intrigued by the white liquid he had just produced, then brought it close to his nose and inhaled a deep breath. The smell of thick musk had a greater impact on him then he expected and another bit of pre ran down the length of his exposed member. Enjoying the smell he inhaled once again before bringing his paw to his muzzle and giving a long, lasting lick across it to sample his own fresh pre cum, thoroughly enjoying the taste. By this point he had lost all sense of judgement an care, as he started to shift himself, slouching more, as the thought of giving himself a muzzle job filled his head.
Once in a more slouched position, he grabbed his member once more with his paw to spread all the pre cum that had dripped from it all around his full length. Once fully covered, he placed both his paws on either side of his rump and lifter his hind legs up, only slightly as his member wasn't small, along with lowering his head down until the tip of his cock was pressing against his willing muzzle. Taking in one last deep inhale, making his arousal rise further, he opened his mouth and let his pre covered member slide into his muzzle. Tramps eyes grew wide at the sudden strong taste of his pre covered member. He stayed still for a while, his mouth full of his own meat as he let his tongue explore every inch of it. Tramp was receiving immense pleasure from this, moaning to himself as his tongue pleasure him, and he soon couldn't resist the urge to hump himself into his own muzzle. Problem being, it was rather difficult from the position he was in so instead, he used his paws placed at the bottom of his rump but push his hind legs and therefore his member up unto this mouth before letting it naturally come back out. Being true to himself, he loved it. Every second. Every taste. Every bit of pleasure he felt. Humping himself into his own muzzle at a comfortable speed now, he carried on for a couple of minutes, until he started to see his knot beginning to swell in-front of him. That's when he decided to see how far he could take it. Stopping his humping motion for a brief second, he slowly pushed forward with his paws, past the moment he stopped before, as he felt his member travel into his throat. Still, he could see there was more to take before he even reached the knot, so he fought of the gag reflexes and pushed further, feeling his own member slide down, deep into his throat now, until his nose touched his growing knot. Tramp knew that before he could go further he needed to adjust to deepthroating himself. So as before he started his humping motions, but unlike last time where he felt it slide against his tongue and the top of his muzzle. Now he felt the gag feeling of it sliding up and down his throat as well and the bottom of his shaft along his tongue. Every part of his member was being stimulated. He never felt such pleasure in his life, mainly because he was now fully in control of it. Soon he felt his climax building and knew he needed to take the knot, before it grew to big. Being much thicker then his member, Tramp needed to open wide to take it between this teeth. He put a wide grin on his face and opened his muzzle as wide as it would go, tightening his throat in the mean time before pushing his member even deeper, enhancing the gag reflex and blocking his airway, but soon he forced his whole knot into his muzzle. He always loved deepthroating Lady, giving her his full length to gag on, but never his knot, her muzzle was far too small to take it. So now he was experiencing a new found pleasure. Closing his muzzle with a grin still upon it, he felt the warm feeling of his mouths insides covering his knot as he started humping faster then before, soon being on the verge of climaxing. Tramp was fully enjoying himself, his nose pressed up right against him own groin fur taking in his strong musky smell. Until it was to much and Tramp let himself go. Shooting strands upon strands and thick canine cum shot deep down his throat. His eyes widened as he pumped his own seed down into his stomach. He continued humping into himself, having no choice but to swallow. Not that it mattered, he loved it. he didn't stop, wanting it to last forever and in the time of the moment, that's what it seemed like, constant waves of cum being poured down into his throat.
Eventually his cumming finally subsided. Only a few strands shot into his throat every now and then, causing him to produce a faint moan of pleasure as he stayed there, tied to his own muzzle. Unlike when fucking a bitch, tramp knew that he could just open up his muzzle and pull out of his throat. But that doesn't mean he wanted to....
Tramp kept breathing in his own scent for what seemed like ages, it was a viscous cycle. The smell of his strong musk kept him hard and cumming down his throat for longer then usual. With his cock deep down this throat he closed his happily enjoying the moment. Until he glanced over to his left and saw Scamp, standing there with this mouth wide open in shock at what he just witnessed ...