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"Hey, Dolly," Dylan's voice rang out from the bushes.

Perking her oversized ear, the athletic Dalmatian stopped in her tracks, staring intently at the bushes. "Dylan? I thought you were staying home with the pups!"

After all, they had 97 brothers and sisters to watch. Maybe her sometimes-absentminded brother had forgotten that their parents were taking a day off to relax at the groomer?

Dylan said, "Ummmm...okay."

"Leave Dawkins in charge again? We gotta stop doing that," Dolly groaned, taking a step toward the bushes. Dawkins was a smart kid, but was easily overwhelmed, and the pups didn't listen to him like they did their oldest siblings. "Why are you out here, anyway, and why are you hiding in that bush?"

"Oh dog, oh dog," whimpered Dylan, followed by "No, no, no."

Alarmed, Dolly jumped forward. "Oh no, did something happen!?" She leapt head-first into the bushes to rescue her inept brother, only to land in erupting leaves - next to Fergus. Fergus, the fox, had a paw up to his muzzle so that she couldn't even see his gold tooth, his tail swishing back and forth as he giggled.

His other paw held a cell phone.

"Fergus?" Dolly asked, looking around. "Where's Dylan?"

Laughing, the rambunctious fox met her eyes, grinned widely, and tapped the phone. "Oh dog, oh dog," Dylan's voice rang out from the phone, and Dolly could see on the app that there were buttons for all sorts of things Dylan says.

"You recorded him?" Dolly asked incredulously.

"I recorded'm!" Fergus announced loudly at the same time, his Irish so thick that Dolly still had trouble understanding him sometimes. "I've dis mobile fownd down the tracks now, and I got efferyfin' your boy says at all."

Dolly's eyes widened as she contemplated all the pranks she could pull with an app like that. Mostly though, she could get Dylan in trouble. "Woah, dude, that's awesome. You gotta hook me up with that!"

Shaking his head, the fox stated, "No can do, lass. I took dis phone, and I have an urge in me ta use't. Now who all like yoo is out'n'abowt what knows D dog?"

Dolly cocked her head. Calling Dylan 'D dog' never made much sense since all 101 dogs in their home had names that started with 'd'. "Oh...all the pups are with Dylan at the house, but I guess Mom and Dad are out at the groomers," she said, pausing. "But you can't prank them, Dylan would get in sooo much trouble!"

Fergus's eyes went wide, and Dolly knew she shouldn't have said that. "Seriously, Fergus. It's a big house. Come with me, we'll find plenty of pups who'll fall for that trick."

The fox paused, considering, and said, "Yoof convinced me. 'Cause we're such friends and all. But I've an appointment ta keep'n it'll be an arr or so. Meet you there so."

"This is gonna be great!" Dolly laughed, rushing back home to plan Dylan-based shenanigans. If she'd be just a little more suspicious of her red-furred friend, she might have noticed that he headed straight for the groomers.

Fergus knew how to blend in to the point that the human pets didn't even notice him, so he didn't have to wait long for the door to the groomer to open and a rotund old lady walked by a little white puffball to walk out. With a tip of his ear, the sneaky fox slid through the door just as it _clicked_closed.

"Oi, dis is dee loif," he exclaimed, gold tooth gleaming at the rows of dogs getting massages, having their nails trimmed, getting their fur cut and brushed. But he didn't see Doug or Delilah out here with the ruff raff. Delilah made that good scratch at the hospital, and they'd paid extra for the back rooms. Keeping the mobile phone tucked away, Fergus trotted past a few inquisitive glances from the dogs and pushed open the back door. It swung neatly, revealing a hallway with private rooms on either side. He worked out which of Dylan's common phrases would best cause a panic in an overprotective parent. He didn't have anything specific enough to really get them going, like 'one of the pups is trapped under a rock!' or something, so he'd have to improvise.

Propping a long, red ear to each door, he listened carefully, and propped the second door open to reveal a quite satisfied Doug on a table with two humans rubbing his belly and lathering the fur on his head with shampoo. Looked like it was going to take a long time, and the humans might not appreciate Fergus's little voice trick. To find Delilah, then.

She was two more doors down, and Fergus grinned when he saw her. She was reclined on her back in a comfy chair, some sort of cream worked into the fur on her face and those zucchinis on her eyes like on the telly. She was completely alone! The fox had always avoided Dylan's parents, because he doubted they'd approve of their kids hanging out with a scoundrel like he. But with luck, she'd never even notice him. He'd have her freaking out and running home in no time.

He stepped inside the room, looking for a good place to hide for when she took those vegetables off her face, but that was when he smelled it, and he recognized the scent immediately.

The old broad was in heat. He'd smelled it before from the foxes in town, but they all knew better than to mess around with a bloke like him. Delilah smelled a bit different, but still pretty appealing. Sniffing, he glanced back over at her with a new perspective. He hadn't even noticed before, but with her lying on her back, he could see the slender Dalmatian's soft, white belly, curves down to where her legs were splayed out, her grey spade swollen and trembling. The source of that addictive scent.

Come to think of it, she was a damn pretty sight, she was. He'd been sniffing after Dolly for a year, but the kid was almost still a pup. Delilah was a proven bitch, and broken in more than a handful of times, considering the ages of her litters. He'd never bothered to ask who the father was before Doug joined the family. Or fathers?

He made sure his nails didn't touch the floor as he followed his nose, standing right beneath the sexy Dalmatian's outstretched legs, nose just inches away from her triangular mound. He inhaled deeply. Maybe this was the real reason Doug was taking her out for the day off. Fergus couldn't imagine her heat being easy in a house full of roughly fifty boys, and besides which, the old chap probably wanted a little alone time with her...make the total 110 puppies in the house or what have you.

He was so distracted he didn't notice the mother dog shift her legs, wiggling her rump a little as she repositioned. Before he could even react, that puffy, bouncing spade popped up and tapped him on the cold, wet nose! Fergus had to bite back a gasp, staring up at the beautiful bitch to see if she'd noticed.

"Doug?" she asked. "Did you sneak back here?" she giggled and wiggled her rump again. "I knew there was more to this surprise than just a spa day."

Her elegant, soothing voice was the high class British babe a guy like him could never get. How she fell for some American chap like Doug, Fergus couldn't figure. His heart thudded, but she couldn't hear that, and she made no move to remove the squash from her face. She continued, "I know we said we couldn't afford any more pups, but there's still plenty we could do..."

Gulping, he realized the old dame was looking for a little action. Anything he said would give away the game, but he had to respond, or she'd get suspicious. The only response that made any sense to the young fox was a lick, and that's what he did. He took a deep breath, lowered his muzzle to the dog's heat-swollen snatch, and slurped.

"Oh!" Delilah gasped, her tail arching to the side. "This is a special occasion," she whimpered. "C'mon big boy, give it all you got."

With an ironically dry throat, Fergus could hardly believe it. She was begging him to eat her out, thinking he was her husband. The first lick proved addictive, her taste even better than her scent, so the randy fox dove deeper, hardly able to believe his luck as he shoved his wet tongue into her greedy pussy.

"Oh dog," she whined - or was it 'Doug'? "You always come up with the best surprises."

She was slightly bigger than Fergus, arching her back and bucking gently as he plumbed her depths, slurping up her Dalmatian juices, the prank he'd planned completely forgotten. Lying on his belly, he placed his paws on her thighs and pushed his muzzle between her bulging lips, stretching his tongue all the way in to curl it around and guzzle her. And just as he was contemplating making a run for it, he felt her paws on the back of his head, pulling him deeper.

"Yes, Doug! Deeper!" she wailed, and Fergus was grateful he'd closed the door behind him. Fergus was never afraid to take something, so taking Doug's spot between his wife's legs was no big stretch for the rapscallion. The bitch was positively panting now, her tail thudding against the ground. She really liked it!

"Don't stop now!" she whined. "I'm gonna...I'm gonna..."

Cock throbbing painfully against the ground beneath him, Fergus pushed his entire nose into his friend's mother, letting her loose lips tighten and squeeze around his drenched whiskers, reaching deeper and deeper until his tongue_slurped_ up against her womb. The experienced Dalmatian could_feel_ how deep he was, and she started to buck and hump around his nose. "Douuuuuuunnnnnnghhhhh," she growled, the name changing into a dull groan.

Fergus flicked his red-brown tail, opened his muzzle wide inside her now-stretched out tunnel, and_gulped_ as the sexy MILF came, still thinking it was her husband feasting on her. She barely knew Fergus, but her body knew what to do, shuddering and releasing into the intruder's mouth. Her tight spade squeezed tightly around the bridge of his muzzle, so deep was he, and the beautiful grey flesh was all he could see with his eyes open. While Delilah's tail thumped against his chest, the Irish fox had to swallow fast to keep it all down.

Moaning and bucking her hips, the Dalmatian placed a paw on Fergus's head, pulling him closer as she climaxed around him, her musky spray staining his face. She kicked her legs limply in the air, whining like a bitch in heat. Gasping for breath, she rode out wave after wave of pleasure until she was left wheezing on her back.

Fergus pulled his nose free from her gaping vulva, amazed and rock hard. How far could he push this? Surely he'd best run for it now. Delilah would find out soon enough that her guest wasn't the bumbling Doug, but rather some imposter, and Fergus didn't want to be around when that happened. But when he opened his eyes, his nose smeared in her fertile scent, he saw a needy, heat-swollen spade positively dripping for him. That that spade was attached to Dylan and Dolly's mom didn't really register. Biting his lip, the vulpine scoundrel took a single step forward, dick in his paw as he guided his canine tip to her slowly-closing pussy.

Delilah knew a cock when she felt it, and she gasped and giggled, but cautioned, "W-we talked about this, Doug...we're not ready for another litter."

No worries, Fergus wanted to say, because he knew he couldn't actually knock a dog up. Lord knows he was willing to try though. He poked her gently, pushing a few centimeters into her puffy pussy despite her protest. Despite his relatively fat cock, the large Dalmatian would have no trouble taking him balls deep.

"C'mon, Doug...I know you don't like it as much, but use the backdoor," she begged again.

Fergus's ears perked up. What a dirty dog! But there was no way he was going to oblige her. Not when her fat spade quivered so invitingly. Grinning, the fox took the next step in depravity, and placed a paw on each of Delilah's hips as he guided himself into her, two inches, then three, then all the way in, his pulled-back sheath fur tickling her engorged mound.

Delilah kept her legs spread, moaning, but cocked her head. "Doug?" she asked curiously. "What happened to your cock, Doug?" she gasped, wriggling her hips.

Oi've been made, he thought, wanting nothing more than to rut and nut the spotted bitch anyway. He should have known his ample dick was nothing compared to the rotund Dalmatian male. She'd quickly rule out all possibilities that this was her husband, and off would go those cucumbers. He had to run now, and even then he wouldn't make it. Scrambling, he tried to pull out and turn, but her greedy pussy held him tight. That's when he felt the phone sliding where he'd tucked it. The phone!

"Oh dog, oh dog..." the device rang, Fergus having tapped the first button he could remember.

"Dylan!?" Delilah gasped.

"I'm sorry, Mom," Fergus tapped frantically, scanning all the sound bytes for what might be useful in this situation.

"Y-you can't be doing this! I'm your mother!" she yelped. "And I'm in heat!"

Fergus cocked his head at that qualification. Why did Delilah feel the need to add that second part? Wasn't being her son enough? And despite what she now thought was her son pumping her between her legs, the old girl hadn't closed her legs, or pushed him off, or even removed the veggies from her eyes. Tentatively, he tapped a new button. "I can't help it!", which Dylan had said about his neurotic need to clean everything in the house. Fergus pumped back and forth slowly, trying to get every last second out of this that he could.

Panting, Delilah moaned, "I know you still think you've got to be the man of the house, but I've married Doug now, and this is definitely his job."

Fergus tried to tap a button, but hit the wrong one, and almost cursed out loud as Dylan's voice exclaimed, "What about Dolly?"

"Y-you know about that? He promised he wouldn't act on those feelings..."

Trying to salvage the mistake, Fergus scanned the phone, barely able to concentrate on fucking the talkative bitch. He had to get her to lay back and shut up... "He did."

"Y-you saw them? I knew he was into her, but I didn't think she would - that little slut..." Delilah grinded her teeth. She'd been coming around to her step-daughter, but not anymore. Fergus knew what he was doing was wrong, but as long as he kept her distracted, he had more time to fuck her. Besides, the fox didn't know that Doug wasn't fucking his daughter. "It would serve him right if we did it," she growled.

Another perfect button. Fergus pressed, "Please?"

"Lord knows you deserve it, son, after that tongue-bath you gave me. I can't believe I'm saying this, but...I've been fantasizing about this for a long time. Do it, Dylan!"

Damn Dylan's parents are fucked up! Fergus thought, taking full advantage of the situation. Keeping the phone in one paw, he wrapped the other around Delilah's rump, lifting her up as he leaned over her, barely reaching the larger Dalmatian's front legs. He didn't feel bad - she wanted it, after all. Her legs were spread so far they were trembling as the fox started to plow into the MILF, tugging out of her large spade just long enough to plunge it back in.

"J-just one thing, honey," Delilah moaned, her tail wagging. "Y-you can cum in me, but don't tie. As long as you pull out soon enough, we should be safe."

Fergus tapped the phone. "Ummmm...okay." He had to bite his lip to keep his groans from coming out. He didn't know if he moaned in an Irish accent, but there was no use tipping her off. He pounded Delilah on her back, drooling at the succulent, wet tunnel that gripped his nearly-virgin cock. Shivering, he ran his tongue along Dylan's mum's belly, caressing her pink nipples, which made the matriarch toss back her head and moan, humping upward to meet the fox's eager thrusts.

"Ohhhh, Dylan!" she whined needily. "You've grown so big! Give it to your mum!"

Fergus's balls twitched, wanting to do just that, amazed at how the skilled Dalmatian massaged and milked his shaft. He'd have kissed her if he could reach her, so instead he just banged her harder, grinding himself against her fertile womb. Too bad he couldn't knock her up. But he did feel his knot growing just inside her luscious petals.

"N-now, son!" she gasped, her tongue hanging sideways out of her mouth. "Quick, before you knot!"

But Fergus had no intention of slip-mating this bitch. He bit his tongue just to keep from cumming, letting himself grow harder and bigger, his bulbus glandis swelling inside her. "Dylan!?" she whimpered. "You can't - I'm in heat!"

Fergus didn't have the appropriate sound byte to falsely reassure the broad, but he was ready for just afterward. Pumping back and forth, he tested his knot until she was clenching down around him, so tight he could barely move his cock in her. That's when "Dylan" said, "No, no, no..."

Delilah's ears perked up, and she pushed on Fergus's chest. But luck for him, not for her, he was stuck. "Dylan, why didn't you listen to me?" she chided, whining.

"I'm sorry, Mom," Dylan's voice explained, as Fergus grinned down at her huge, bulging spade, wrapped tightly around his fat cock. This was by far the best prank of the young fox's life.

"Well, there's nothing for it now," she panted. "Do it, son! Fuck your mother!"

Pressing up against her slender belly, the fox put the phone down, no longer able to hold back his groans as he wrapped his paws around the Dalmatian's waist and bucked down into her, his knot tugging and teasing at her clenching cunny, tip digging into her depths. Every grunt was met by the mother's anguished whine, her tail splayed as she waited to be bred by her own son. But the thought wasn't turning the old broad off at all, as her voice grew higher and higher pitched, yelping "Unf! Nnnngh! Mmmmmrrrf!"

Fergus felt Delilah wrap her front paws around his back tenderly, knowing that her affection wasn't for the red fox she barely knew, but her own son. Lucky boy, that one! He_thwapped_ his balls against her tailhole eight more times before the sneaky fox couldn't hold it in anymore. Tail flicking, Fergus came, balls squeezing as he doused the Dalmatian's fire, hosing her down in a flood of warm, bubbling cum.

"Oh dog, you're breeding me!" she yelped, her entire body shuddering beneath Fergus as she tugged on him, squeezing every drop out of the pent-up fox. Her sounds turned to deep, husky moans as her own orgasm overtook her like a submissive bitch, helpless but to let her 'son' have his way with her.

Fergus had never felt anything so tight and wonderful as Delilah's fat spade gripping every inch of his swollen knot, her soft, wet tunnel giving way to his shaft. He pressed his head against her chest, pumping away, ears flat, barely able to suppress his urge to make very foxlike grunts and groans. He doubted it, but there was still a chance he might get out of this scot free. His cock was swimming in her convulsing cunny, pleasure coursing down his sensitive dick to his rather male brain.

It wasn't until he was wheezing on top of her that he realized she'd recovered first, panting with a satisfied grin on her face. At least the vegetables were still in place. No need to mess up her facial, right? He grabbed the phone, quick, just in time to respond to Delilah's, "W-we shouldn't have done that."

Fergus didn't like to reuse buttons, but the only one that really worked as "Ummm....okay."

Sighing, Delilah agreed. "Too late to worry about that. I don't know what I'll do if I get pregnant, but it's not your fault, son. Doug and I have a lot to talk about. For now, just pretend this never happened. Can you do that?"

"You got it," Dylan said, but the tone was a bit more cheery than Fergus had expected. Sure enough, Delilah cocked her head.

"You can, right? Don't tell Doug, don't talk to Dolly about this...don't even talk to _me_about it."

Fergus had to scroll down with one paw, still groaning as he lay locked inside the horny hound, until he finally found the right response. "I promise."

A minute later, Fergus placed both paws on Delilah's exquisite abdomen and pulled out of her, his half-swollen knot popping free, leaving that beautiful grey spade white and gaping. Tentatively, the blinded bitch touched her spade, a thick rope of cum stretching out from her digits to the tip of her cunt. Delilah said, "Go, son, I'll take care of this. We don't know when Doug will come 'round. Remember, we never did this, Dylan."

Fergus grinned, taking another proud look at his handiwork. Little did Delilah know how true what she said was. With a "Bye," from the phone, the grinning fox snuck out the room, none-the-wiser, leaving the Dalmatian to clean up his mess in more ways than one.

"I didn't, I promise!" Doug whined.

But Delilah was having none of it. She hadn't outed her source, but she said, "I have it on good authority that you and Dolly...did something. And until you admit it, you're sleeping in the basement!" With that, the angry Dalmatian slammed the door on her rotund husband and trotted self-righteously out.

Doug sat, stunned. And after he'd planned such a perfect Dog's Day Out. "But I didn't..." he pouted, wondering just who had lied. Or misheard, or mis-saw. Sure he'd thought about his daughter like that - he'd admitted as much to Delilah after they got married, because he needed her help to keep from being alone with his athletic puppy. The tomboy was infatuated with him! Delilah helped keep him away from her, especially in private places, and it had cost the mother of the house a lot of rapport with his daughter. He knew Dolly didn't like Delilah anymore than Delilah liked Dolly. But Dolly didn't know that Delilah was keeping them apart at Doug's request.

And now telling the truth was coming back to bite him. His own wife couldn't trust him, because she knew how attracted he was to his own daughter. "Now what?" he wondered. He couldn't admit to something he hadn't done, but he couldn't start to repair his relationship with Delilah until he did.

So when Dolly appeared, Doug just groaned. That wasn't helping anything. The pup was almost fully grown now, her black "socks" long and slender, a bit of baby fat still rounding her face.

"Glad to see you, too," she joked, but when that didn't cheer her old man up, she cocked her head. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, it's nothing, sweetie. Just work stuff."

"Fire department got you down? C'mon Dad, I know when you're hiding something." She'd been about to complain about how Fergus had totally backed out of their pranks. He'd never even shown up to lend her the recording device!

Doug sighed. "Your mother is mad at me."

Dolly had long gotten over the desire to call her stepmother Delilah. "Mom's just stressed out at the hospital, I bet. You know she can't stay mad at youuuuu." She sat comfortingly next to the large, round male.

But Doug just shook his head. "It's pretty serious this time, and I'm not sure you can help."

She put a paw on his shoulder, and Doug couldn't help but feel the warmth and love in his daughter. He could not express how much he loved her. "Try me," she said, wide eyes open and inviting.

"Actually, maybe you can help me piece something together," he realized. "Have the two of us...been alone recently? Did we play hide-and-seek or something?" He must have not noticed when he'd been alone with her, but someone had seen, and someone had either jumped to conclusions, or had it out for the big lug. His first thought was one of Delilah's pups (maybe Dawkins?) - some of them had been slow to accept their new Dad, but he realized it could be one of his jealous pups trying to break them up.

Dolly scrunched up her forehead. "Weird question, Dad. What's you and me got to do with Mom?"

"I think one of the pups maybe said something to her. Do you remember anything like that?"

Dolly glanced around the upstairs bedroom. "I don't think we've been alone in months - 'cept now. Now that I think of it, I miss our Daddy/Daughter time. What gives?"

Doug looked up and to the right, trying to dodge the question. "Delilah thinks I baby you too much."

"Yeah right. Just yesterday you dared me to do a pawstand on the wall from the trampoline. What's her real problem with me?" Dolly said, narrowing her eyes. Maybe this was why her spotted stepmother had such a short fuse with Dolly's antics.

"Uh..."

"Spill it."

Doug looked away, overheating. "She...uh..." he started, before realizing his daughter was like a living lie detector. Gulping, he finished, "...thinks I'm attracted to you."

Eyes widening, Dolly laughed out loud. "She's jealous!? Of me!? There's nothing in the world you love more than her."

But Doug shook his head.

Dolly continued, chuckling softly, "Why would she even think that?" But her read of her father was causing her extremities to droop and her eyebrow to raise. "W-why would she think that?"

"B-b-because I told her that. It's just...I love you more than anything, Dolly, and I think it's, uh...crossed wires or something. And now she thinks we _did_something together, and I don't even know what, or when, or who told her, and I don't know what to dooooo," he wailed, unable to meet his daughter's gaze.

"You have a crush on me!?"

Gulping he said, "Keep your voice down..."

Dolly ran over to the door, closed it, locked it, and then turned back to her father, front paws outstretched over the door. In a whisper, she yipped, "You have a_crush_ on me!?"

The large dog gulped, and said lamely, "Of course I do - I'm your father."

"Oh no, you don't. Mom wouldn't be upset about "father/daughter" love. Are you saying you're_attracted_ to me?" she pointed a digit at her evasive old man.

"Dolly, you really shouldn't have to worry about all this. It's my problem - I'll figure out how to set things right with Mom. Just forget I ever said anything!" he tried.

"Admit it! You think I'm hot!" she growled, stepping forward, her three collars rattling against each other.

Doug took a step back, his rump hitting the wall. "Well, can you blame me? Look at you - you're cool, you're fit, your spots are gorgeous, and the way your tail shakes your hips when you walk away..." he clapped a paw to his muzzle. "I shouldn't have said that."

Dolly glanced back at her slender white tail, wondering just how many times her father had been watching her when she walked away. "But I'm your daughter!" she yipped, but she could feel that she was blushing.

"I knoooooow," he groaned.

Despite how much she loved her goofy dad, Dolly hadn't ever looked at him that way. She did now, scanning up and down the portly Dalmatian's body. He wasn't conventionally attractive, but Dolly loved his carefree and loving attitude, his jokes, his warm, tight hugs. She evaluated his shape, and he was strong - he had to be, to fight fires. His large legs were powerful, even squished up against the wall. And - Dolly stared, as if noticing for the first time - there between them was his plump sheath. Her face reddened even more as she realized how_big_ he was. He was even bigger than Ansel!

"So this is why we haven't had any alone time anymore." She looked down. She'd always been so close to her Dad, until Delilah entered the picture, and now she knew why. But to her immense irritation, she couldn't really blame her Mom. And she couldn't really blame her Dad for feeling the way he did - it's not like he had a choice either! "And we haven't - so why does she think we did something? What does that even mean?"

Doug settled down, appreciating this new line of inquiry. "I don't know, honey. She said someone tipped her off, but I don't know if they saw something, or heard something, or made something up..."

Dolly said, "What if I told her the truth?" Doug looked down, and the girl sighed. "She wouldn't believe me, would she?"

"She didn't believe me. And now she's making me sleep in the basement until I admit to something I didn't do," he said, his round ears drooping.

Dolly padded over to her Dad, sitting next to the despondent Dalmatian. "So tell her something. Say you were alone with me and kissed me on the cheek or something. It'll at least make her spill the beans on what she heard, and then we can figure out what really happened."

Doug shook his head, glancing appreciatively at his daughter, but replying, "I'm not going to lie to her. I love her!"

"Doesn't do much good when you're sleeping in the basement." But Dolly accepted his response, looking down to think. "Well, it doesn't have to be a lie. We're alone now."

Doug looked down at his diminutive daughter. "A kiss on the cheek? You're okay with that?"

She thwacked him on the shoulder. "You've kissed me a thousand times before."

He gulped. "But that was before you knew..."

"It's just a kiss, and if it helps you fix the problem with Mom, well, whatever, right?" Still, she stiffened when her Dad bent his head down toward her. It _did_feel weird and different, knowing that he was so attracted to her that he'd actually admitted it to his wife and asked for her help. She turned her head to offer him her cheek.

But when her Dad's tongue almost reached her white fur, she bit her lip, turned her head, and licked back. Doug blinked, but he couldn't push back the eager licks of his daughter, their tongues suddenly entwining in his muzzle. She tilted her head, full-on making out with her own father, much to his chagrin.

Finally breaking the long kiss, Dolly panted, "Now you've got something to admit to Mom."

"Dolly..." he panted, his ears folded back. "You didn't need to -"

"Yes, I did," she interrupted, and then she was kissing him again, a paw on his shoulder to get the necessary height to reach her father's muzzle. Again the big male opened his mouth, pulling Dolly's tongue inside as they curled and slurped, hot breath washing against each others' noses.

"Doug!? Doug!? Dante is scaring the pups again!" Dawkins whined, and both Dalmatians froze, staring back at the door. The clouded glass showed Dawkins reaching for the knob before realizing the door was locked. "Are you in there? Bother - I can't find Mom either." With a heavy sigh, the pup trod back downstairs to deal with Dante on his own.

Doug and Dolly's hearts were racing, and with her big ears and how close she was to the big lug, she could_hear_ them both, too. "I-it's locked," she said, though it was obvious.

Her Dad was panting softly, but not completely because of the rude interruption. She was still perched partly on the seated male, her sleek body pressed against his chest. "Y-yeah."

The impulsive pup said, "You know?"

"Yes?"

"You can't tell Mom we only kissed once, now. You gotta tell her we kissed a few times. Well - three is still a few."

Doug grinned, and Dolly tackled him, pushing him back against the wall. Off balance, his bulky upper body slunk to the floor, his legs splaying out in front of him, like he was in a recliner. Dolly perched on her father's belly and he wrapped his front paws around her, pulling her tight. Nose to nose, they kissed a third time, Dolly's thin, white tail wagging wildly above them.

Like any good father, Doug broke off kissing his daughter long enough to give her a chance to back out, repeatedly saying "We really shouldn't..."

But Dolly kept whimpering, "But I want to."

Doug was grateful that his forward daughter was perched on his stomach, so she couldn't see his bright, red cock peeking out of his sheath just below her, but she could certainly hear his pleased moans as they locked lips, the father rubbing his daughter's back. But Dolly wouldn't have cared. She'd never felt so attracted to someone in her life, not even Fergus, her ears flat and tail wagging as she felt something new and unfamiliar.

At first, she was humping purely on instinct, her hips bouncing up and down, but then she felt it. Her soft, grey spade collided and squished against her Dad's belly, and it felt so good! She was leaking onto his fur, and Doug could feel the warm liquid spilling down his abdomen. He held her tight as she dry-humped him, realizing that things were going way too far.

"D-D-Dolly...if we don't stop...I'll have to admit too much..."

She groaned, slowing her fervent thrusts. "S-sorry. I'll...keep it just to licking."

Doug blinked. "Now that gives me an idea."

Dolly cocked her head, and suddenly those paws around her back tightened, lifting her small form up and turning her around. He was so strong! "I have to tell her we locked lips," he explained now that his daughter's rump was right in front of his face. Dolly stared over her shoulder at her father, trembling, her tail twitching in anticipation.

She finished his thought. "But you don't have to tell her which ones."

Doug stared at her puffy, wet genitals, building up the courage to take the next, incestual step. His daughter's spade was inches away, bouncing up and down, and he realized she was just going into heat. Her first heat - no wonder she was acting the way she was. He didn't know he'd been taking advantage of the new flush of feelings and hormones coursing through his daughter's body. But he didn't care.

"Has anyone ever..."

Dolly shook her head. "I've kissed Fergus...but we never did anything like this."

Doug hesitated again for three seconds, but though he knew he should push her away, he just couldn't. Not with his sexy daughter's heat-swollen pussy winking and ready right in front of him. With a deep breath, he said, "Then you're in for a treat."

"Oh!" she yipped, as her father buried his tongue in her tight, untried vagina. His tongue was huge. The warm, wet flesh cupped her entire spade, even as he curled his tip and pushed it deep inside her, stretching and filling her in ways the young bitch had never felt before. Kissing had turned her on, but this was something else. Dolly dropped her jaw and _moaned_as her dad ate her out.

While her tail hiked to the side, Doug's was thumping noisily against the ground. He'd imagined pleasuring his beloved daughter dozens...no, hundreds of times. She'd always been there for him, even before Delilah. When he'd felt like giving up, running away, or hiding, he knew he had to be there for Dolly and the other pups, and her cheery attitude kept darker thoughts at bay. He loved her more than anyone else in the world, and now she finally knew it. Her wet pussy tasted perfect to his tongue, her heat blanketing his nose. If he didn't know better, he'd worry he might get carried away with her. He didn't want to have to admit to Delilah that he'd knocked Dolly up!

"Oh...Dad!" she moaned, biting her lip as her humps returned, bucking up and down against that smooth, forceful tongue. "I-I can't...I don't..."

Doug slurped back and forth, letting his wide licks rub just inside, blanketing her inexperienced clit. Each thrust of his tongue elicited another yip from the excited pup, and she was like putty in his grasp, grinding back against his greedy muzzle. Half-lidded eyes and long, folded ears raised to the sky as she whined, dripping down her father's tongue, until she peeked down and her eyes went fully open. There, between his legs, his whole cock was throbbing, the white sheath pulled back so far she could even see his knot. There was literally no way he could fit that in Delilah, much less Dolly, could he? But like an obedient daughter, she wanted to please her dad, too.

"Just a kiss," she groaned, and at first Doug didn't know what she meant, until she inches down his belly, grabbed the tip of his cock in her paw pads, and directed the end to her wet muzzle. Doug's groans were muffled by Dolly's pussy as she suckled gently on the end of his behemoth, an audible_slurp, schlurp, splorch_ with each "kiss".

Doug was strong, but he hadn't worked his abs this hard in years, bucking upward to muzzle fuck his daughter. She figured out what made him happy fast, curling her tongue as she licked the tip, tasting the salty pre that she _knew_he wanted to stuff under her tail. For now she swallowed it, revelling in his musky male scent - the only feature of her father that Fergus could actually match.

Gulping and licking away, both had their mouths full, groaning and yipping softly as they tongued each others' loins. Doug didn't bother to wonder if his conscience would let him tell Delilah that he and Dolly had just kissed. In the moment, he didn't care, grinning as his daughter clenched down on his tongue like she never wanted to let him go. Meanwhile, she was bobbing her head back and forth like when she was just a suckling newborn at her birth mother's teat, drinking an entirely different kind of milk.

Dolly tossed her head back, losing contact with Doug's dick, and whined, "I-I'm sorry Dad...nnnngh...I can't..."

Doug pulled his tongue out only long enough to say, "Don't worry about it, honey, just cum for Daddy."

Biting her lip, Dolly did just that, spreading her hind legs and splaying her tail as her rump exploded in shuddering humps, liquid spilling down the eager father's throat and he gulped everything he could. Her obvious orgasm was almost enough on its own, but Doug reached down with one paw to cup his fat cock and stroke himself to her. Without warning, the young girl got a warning shot to the face, and then a flood of sticky cum erupted up his shaft, painting her face, neck, and chest in the same seed that had made her. She was too busy cumming to notice or care, even as a rich splurt hit her in her open mouth.

"Dad! Dad!" she whined.

But like all good things, the intense pleasure of her first release faded, and Dolly lay panting on her father's belly, face drenched in cum. "Oh...fuck..." she panted.

Doug finally extracted his tongue from her cunny, licking his drenched muzzle. "You liked that, huh?"

Dolly gently kicked him in the face. "Don't be a doofus." She turned around to face him, and when he saw what he'd done to her face, he licked her clean, stealing a few kisses as well. Shivering, Dolly said, "Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"Will you fuck me?"

"Dolly, I can't," he protested.

She said, "Hear me out. I was gonna do it with Fergus, but he's kind of a jerk. I want my first time to be with someone I really love, Dad. And that's you."

"Honey, you have to know that I _want_to. But I'm married to your mother. And I'd be taking advantage of you. You're going into your first heat."

Dolly just rolled her eyes. "You're married but that didn't stop you from spraying my face. And I heard that you can't get pregnant on your first. I'm barely even there. It'll be okay - just this once."

Doug grimaced, his wet and tired daughter doing a pretty good job convincing him. But when she hopped off his belly and stood away from him, presenting her freshly-cleaned pussy, he closed his eyes. "No, Dolly. We shouldn't have even done this. Besides, remember? Just kisses."

Dolly groaned, "If you say so - but if I go and fuck the first boy I come across, you've only got yourself to blame!"

Doug sighed. "C'mon, Dolly. You know you're not ready to be a mom. You're still a pup! I'm not gonna let you blackmail me into ruining your childhood."

She rolled her eyes, but smiled at her Dad. "Ffffine. You're such a buzzkill sometimes."

Doug laughed. "Are you accusing your old man of playing it safe, after what we just did?"

His beautiful baby perked her ears and licked him on the cheek. "Thanks, Dad. For everything."

Doug was holding his breath as he watched his daughter leave, fighting the urge to tackle her and pump some puppies into that tight little cunny, maybe run away with her and start a new family with ninety-nine puppies. His nails dug into the hardwood floor, and only when she finally closed the door behind her did he exhale loudly. Doug said, "No, thank you."

Delilah had only rarely deigned to visit the backyard treehouse, but now she climbed up to the top floor, knowing her son waited inside. She knew yelling at her husband had been hypocritical, but he still had betrayed her trust. That she'd done the same back didn't excuse the big lummox. But the motherly Dalmatian was still in heat, even though she was all but certain she would soon be with Dylan's litter. Dylan was probably pawing off alone in the tree house, thinking of her, anyway.

What harm was there in indulging one more time?

And so, Dylan was in for a _big_surprise.