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This story was written for Yui_olp as part of my patreon request days for April. It contains M/F sex between consenting adults from a classic Disney tale. :3

When the Lady needs a Tramp

Tramp yawned and stretched out his grey furred body, chuckling as the slightly rounded protrusion of his stomach grazed the carpet below. It was undeniable, he'd become somewhat of a softer dog since being adopted by Jim Dear and Darling. He was obedient, he was quiet, and he was more than happy to spend day after day lounging at Jim Dear's feet with the gentle smell of pipe smoke and newsprint filling the air around them as occasionally a rogue biscuit or if he was very lucky a sausage snuck away from the breakfast table would fall his way. And of course, all of that was made a thousand times more wonderful by the simple fact that he had Lady to share it with. He loved her so much, and the cocker spaniel loved him too... even this slightly more plump, less roughly edged version of himself. In truth, to this very day she seemed overjoyed to see him so calm and so at peace in this life he shared with her.

At least... most of the time.

There were occasions when what Lady wanted was the old Tramp. The wild Tramp. The scoundrel, not the gentleman. And tonight, judging by the scent he caught on the air as he rose to his feet and shook his head, collar jingling pleasantly while he did so, was going to be one of those nights. An hour or so ago he and Lady had watched their humans passing off the baby to its nanny, then heading out for the night, all dressed up in the kind of clothes that suggested they wouldn't be back for hours, smelling of tobacco, alcohol and talking about something called Opera. The two of them had therefore resolved to have a peaceful evening together without the duties of protecting the baby to distract them, and had lain down in front of the empty, silent fireplace for a nap.

Now that Tramp was awake though, it was obvious that Lady was no longer by his side. All that remained of her was her scent. Not just her normal scent, that was everywhere in this house just like his own. But, a very particular, very potent kind of scent that Tramp recognised immediately. His tongue lolled out, and he panted happily as he pressed his nose to the ground and inhaled where the trail began. His eyes rolled back in his head slightly, and he felt his back legs give an instinctive, brief little twitch forward.

Padding out of the living room, following the trail, Tramp moved from the hallway to the kitchen, then to the dining room. The rear door of the house leading into the garden had been fitted with a special flap just for them, so that they might go out into the garden and do their business, or simple to sit or run around and play whenever they wished, so long as they did so without too much undue barking. It was through the flap that the scent of Lady's body continued, and thus Tramp too slipped out of the house in search of his beloved companion.

She wasn't hiding, in fact Lady was seated upon her haunches in what was almost the very centre of the garden. The spaniel was looking up through the haze of the London sky to where the glowing outline of a nearly full moon shone down upon the city, and she made no attempt to acknowledge Tramp as he approached, head bowed low in respect and as a way to show her that he understood something was going on with her. The mongrel dog knew what it was of course, he'd experienced it before with many a bitch in his time, and with Lady herself on a couple of occasions before now. But, in situations such as this he had long since learned that it proved to let the other dog take the lead, lest he seek too much, or go too slowly for her very specific needs.

"It's a beautiful evening..."

Lady murmured, her voice slightly strained, slightly ragged. Her tongue flopped out and she panted a few times before trying to regain some composure, but soon her posture sagged slightly, and she whined as she began to pant more and more heavily, more audibly when Tramp settled down directly beside her. He nodded, leaning over and nuzzling the side of her neck with the tip of his nose. He inhaled, and his whole body shook with the intensity of that same scent. There was absolutely no denying it now, and it seemed that Lady was just as eager to remove any illusions from their situation.

"You... you know what I need, Tramp."

He chuckled, and nodded sincerely in understanding. Still she clarified.

"You know who I need."

He gave a playful growl, a sound that made Lady whine and wriggle where she was seated, grinding her hindquarters down against the cool grassy earth. A moment later he sprang away from her, ensuring that she was watching before he began to shake his head. To shake and twist his head from side to side as he lowered it to the ground, bringing one forepaw up to his neck and scratching sweeping the paw forward in a rhythmic, repeated motion that soon bore fruit. His collar jingled, it shook, and it began to move. To slip up over his head, over his ears, before finally it tumbled to the ground. Tramp gave a loud and playful bark, utterly disobedient and against the rules of good yard play particularly at this late hour of the day, and rolled over. He rolled again and again and again, wriggling and rubbing his neatly brushed if still slightly wiry coat against the grass and the earth below, before finally springing back to his feet with yet another bark.

Tramp looked at Lady once more, and he could already see her big, bright eyes growing heavy lidded with lust. Her body shaking with excitement as she stared at him, at the wild dog she had fallen head over heel for when they first met. She trembled as he sidled up to her, burying his face in the small of her back and inhaling the intoxicating aroma of her sweet, spicy, heat stricken scent. Lady gasped, and pulled away from him with a huff as though appalled by his forward, unabashed behaviour, but he just growled. He followed her, trailing her raised and wagging tail as he watched the glistening jewel visible beneath it, and inhaled yet more of that rich, sweet perfume that called to his every instinct. Finally he saw her stumble, so worked up she couldn't even walk away from him any more, and took his chance. He bolted around in front of her, bringing them directly face to face.

"Y-you... you scamp. You're not good enough for me."

Lady moaned, her tongue lolling out again and her eyes begging Tramp to respond, to bite back at her for being so rude to him. He grinned, and growled to her with shameless confidence.

"Scamp? A scamp, am I? No, I don't think so. But... y'know what? That'd be a great name for our first born puppy, after I breed a litter into you."

Lady gasped in utterly faked shock and dismay, letting slip the briefest of giggles before she was able to pull herself back into character and whirl around, away from him and yet presenting her backside to the male all over again, tail flagged higher than ever.

"Well I never! In all my days I've never met such an arrogant, brash and utterly beastly d-doooo-oohhhh!"

Her eyes bulged, then immediately crossed as a blissful look spread over her face, and she whined loudly as she looked back over her shoulder to see Tramp's face buried between her legs, nose inhaling deep lungfuls of her heat ridden scent while his tongue lashed out at her swollen, needy pussy. Tramp meanwhile just grinned, though that smile soon faded into a more frantic, serious series of snarls and huffing grunts as the male found himself increasingly and genuinely consumed by Lady's scent. So rich and musky, so potent in its hormonal cocktail, every last drop of it perfectly attuned to make other dogs just like him go wild with their need to mate her. To breed her. To fill her up with a belly full of puppies.

"Mmnnhh... I love breeding stuck up house-hounds like you..."

Tramp growled as he finally pulled his nose out from behind Lady's legs, watching as her hindquarters trembled and yet remained perfectly still where his snout had spread her legs apart, presenting openly, unabashedly to him. He licked his lips, tasting yet more of her richly scented arousal upon them, and barked savagely to announce his intention to not just Lady, but to any dog in the neighbourhood that might have had designs on her. He was her dog, and she was his bitch. Not just tonight, not just while she was in heat, but always and forever.

"...the more prissy and restrained you act all day every day, the louder you howl when a mongrel like me shows you what real fun feels like."

A strangled yelp escaped Lady's muzzle, and she wriggled her backside violently in Tramp's direction, wafting yet more of her heat-stricken scent over him with a pleading cry.

"Then show me! Take me like the needy bitch I am, a-and... oh god, Tramp, put puppies in me!"

He grinned, he snarled, and he leapt forward to straddle the cocker spaniel's shaking body. His forelegs locked tightly around her torso, just below her own forelimbs, and after a few mis-aimed thrusts into the lush fur of her thighs, leaving them glistening with his pre-cum, the male dog's rock hard and straining red cock found its mark. It struck at the glistening jewel of her pussy, and pressed deep inside as instinct took over them both. They whined, they panted, they stood together and shook as they began to rut. Tramp's hips thrust faster and faster, practically a blur as he held himself deep inside Lady and bucked against her with all the force he could muster. Her clutching inner muscles milked and stimulated his cock, her whines and pleas for more urged him on, but far more all consuming in driving the male than either of those factors was her continued scent. The smell of her heat that grew ever more intense as his cock pressed into her and Lady's juices gushed out all around him. It was so... so good. So intense and overwhelming and it stripped away all other thoughts, all other desires from Tramp's mind until only one focused need remained.

Breed.

His mind commanded him. Demanded that one job, that one task of his body over, and over and over again. Faster. Harder. Deeper. Longer. All he had to do, all he wanted and needed and was capable of doing was that and only that. To thrust. To breed. To mate with the creator of that perfect perfume of most potent passions until... no, there was no until. There was no condition under which his mind would consider him stopping. Not now, not ever, as long as that scent of her heat persisted in filling his nostrils and overriding every scrap of higher functionality within his brain.

Thus, breed her he did. Even as she howled and her orgasmic juices surged forth around his cock and the heavy balls slapping against her from below. Even as she clawed at the ground, barking and wailing as she climaxed a second time, and a third. He continued to hold her, to rut feverishly into her even as his knot began to grow, even as they felt that bulbous bundle of nerves flushing and swelling between them. Soon it became perfectly clear that they were locked together by Tramp's knot, held fast by the base of the male's erection. In the immediate aftermath of that awareness however, it did little to change their actual circumstances. Still Tramp bucked against and into Lady. Still she howled and yelped in repeated ecstasy, and with her pussy now milking his swollen, sensitive knot on top of all the stimulation she had already provided him, it wasn't long at all before Tramp himself was shaking and letting loose keening whines as he hung on the brink.

"Lady..."

He whined to the dog of his dreams, feeling her quaking and convulsing beneath and all around him. His nose pressed into the back of her neck, and he affectionately lapped at her as best he could in their current position. The cocker spaniel said nothing back, just giving another pleading, wordless yelp to express her own desperation and desire for him. Tramp shuddered, and a cheeky, lustful grin crossed his features. That was all he needed to hear. That was the last straw for the already overwhelmed mongrel, and without any further hesitation he rocked his hips sharply back and forth a few more times, gently tugging at the knot held tight between them.

"Lady!"

Tramp yelped as he felt his cock spasm, his balls tighten up, and a moment later felt himself begin to unload deep into the needy spaniel's fertile depths. He snarled, and gasped, and shuddered as he poured himself into her while she wailed and whined right back at him in the throes of her own orgasmic rapture. Their bodies squeezed and stimulated one another, milked and teased and drove one another beyond all reasonable limits of pleasure. They stood together in the back yard of their home, and they howled at the moon in their shared euphoria. And all the while, through every moment of that blissful shared experience, Lady's scent continued to urge Tramp onward. To keep him cumming, to keep him humping, to keep him working with every last drop of energy at his disposal to continue breeding her, and stimulating her to the most potent and wonderful extremes.

Even as the cocker spaniel practically collapsed beneath him, slumping to the floor with a satisfied giggle and a whimper of fatigue rather than continued pleasure, the scent of her body, of her need for fulfilment still held him firmly in its thrall. He lapped at her face. He lay over her, nuzzling and bathing her with his tongue while she blushed and giggled and gave the occasional happy, but weary lick back. And after a long, lazy period spent simply lying against one another with chests heaving and tongues hanging out, even when Tramp's knot began to soften and he was able to slip free from Lady's depths, still the lingering need to take care of that scent remained.

"O-oh... Tramp. My Tramp..."

Lady gasped, giggled as she felt her lover's nose bump up against her. Pushing her, rolling her over onto her back before his face hurriedly disappeared down between her still trembling hind legs. Her body tensed, and her eyes widened anew as she felt his rough tongue lapping at her nether regions, only for those same eyelids to flutter as that motion began to elicit a very familiar, all too pleasant sensation even in the wake of her heat being primarily satisfied.

"Tramp, I... I can... oohh yes... I can clean myself later. You don't have to... y-you... oh, you're going to make me... a-ahh... again. Oh, Tramp."

He heard her moaning. Heard her gasping to him, but first and foremost all that Tramp could focus on was that smell. Those sweet juices, and his desire to lap up every last drop of them. He wouldn't be able to rest, he wouldn't be able to stop until the scent let him loose from its grasp... and if that meant bringing Lady to orgasm once or a dozen more times before the scent abandoned her, then so be it.

There were times when Lady needed her Tramp to be just that, and when such occasions arose he was more than happy to play that role. But right now... right in that moment, there was no act. No role to be played. Tramp in that instant was the wild, shameless horn-dog he'd been when they'd first met. And just like the first time they'd been together too, Lady was going to learn that with a Tramp like him, there was far more to a heat cycle, far more to pleasure and satisfaction than just one wild bout of breeding.

By Jeeves

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