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Ch. 6, The Search

After Pepito had left, the only thing the guards recovered was his shoe and that was not gonna sit well with the king.

The Grand Duke gulped as he thought of what to say to his majesty as he stood outside his bedroom door.

The king was awaiting for the Duke to tell him that Ferdinand may have found the girl or boy of his dreams.

The little dog knocked on the door nervously while holding the glass flamenco shoe in his hand. He couldn't stop sweating and his tail was between his legs.

"Yes? What is it? Did Ferdinand finally found the one and hopefully have little calfs or...whatever hybrid breed of children his future husband or wife makes?"

"Well.... it had mixed results," said the duke nervously, "The prince did find his mate, but the groom to be disappeared."

The king felt his excited face drop immediately and his eyes widen in shock until he won't from shocked to angry in an instant. "WHAAAAAAAAAAATTTT?! YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THAT MY SONS FUTURE GROOM JUST RAN OUT THE DOOR?!!!!" He boomed.

"Now, sire. Remember, your blood pressure," whimpered the chihuahua as the king lowered his head pointing his horns and scraping his hooves on the floor.

And the king began to aggressively chase the chihuahua around the room all the while bellowing, mooing, and shouting incoherently until they were on the bed and hanging from the chandelier.

"Please," said the duke, "I tried to stop him but all we found was this glass flamenco shoe."

"Wait! That's it! If we search the entire kingdom of the one who wore this shoe, we have our bride and or groom!"

They landed back on the bed with the shoe still in tact, but the duke beneath the king. "But sire, this shoe may fit any number of youths," said the chihuahua.

"We won't know for sure but yet we have to try!"

"No, I won't have anything to do with it," said the chihuahua until the king put a hand on the duke's crotch, "Uh... Sire? What're you doing?"

"You will do it..and you will..." The bull said as he kisses the Duke deeply.

The duke was about to protest, but he could never say "no" to the king. He finally gave in and unbuttoned his uniform.

The bull soon stripped himself and then strips the Duke nude and soon began to lick his rear.

The little dog shivered as he felt his cock grow hard. The king knew the Duke was a bottom and if he wanted his son to be married, he'd have to sweeten the deal with the Grand Duke.

The bull continued to lick away at the Duke's rear and rimmed it more until it was all nice and wet, then the king slowly pushes himself in.

"Sire.... You're just playing dirty," whimpered the duke and yipped as the royal bull pushed his cock inside the small dog.

"I know, but I need to have Ferdinand married and we need to find out who wears that shoe!" The king snorted as he began thrusting.

"But... where do we start?" moaned the duke as he felt his own cock poke out and leak pre onto his chest.

"Just look for any maiden or bachelor who was at the party or at least the one who was dancing with Ferdinand!" The king said as he thrusts more.

"And... If they're... royal... or common... Oh, yeah! Will it matter what their status is?" moaned the duke as he felt close.

"Probably! And they must be every possible maiden or bachelor in the district!"

"Ye... Yes, sire," moaned the duke, "Now please cum inside me... And I'll do the job."

The king mooed and cummed in the chihuahua panting in pleasure.

They both panted as they lay together. "Perhaps... I should start... once we both recover, sire?" panted the duke.

"Oh right!" The king said sheepishly, and so, the search began. Meanwhile, Pepito was still enduring the abuse but yet was still unaware that Ferdinand was the prince he danced with.

That morning, Lord Lopez was rushing to his children's bedrooms trying to wake them. Antonio's room was the last one. "Antonio," he said, "Get up, Antonio." The spotted teen yawned as he rubbed his eyes. "What for? Why?" he yawned as Felicia and Cecilia walked in. "Everyone's talking about it, the whole kingdom," said the stepfather, "Hurry. He'll be here any minute." "Who will?" yawned Cecilia. "The grand duke," said Lord Lopez, "He's been hunting all night." "Hunting?" asked Felicia. "For that boy," said the stepfather as Pepito came up with the breakfast tray, "The one who lost his shoe at the ball last night. They say he's madly in love with him." "The duke is?" asked Antonio. "No, no, no," said the stepfather, "Prince Ferdinand is in love with that boy."

Pepito then realized Ferdinand was the prince...and he danced with him! As well as leaving his shoe behind! Pepito then accidentally dropped the tray.

Lord Lopez jumped when he heard the tray crash. "You clumsy little fool!" he growled slapping Pepito's face, "Clean that up. Then help my children get dressed."

Pepito held his face and rubbed it gently then nodded as he cleaned up. "Ohhh who cares who that boy is...no one will never even know who he is..." Antonio complained.

The three of them crawled into Antonio's bed when Lord Lopez pulled the covers off. "Now, you three, listen to me," he barked, "There's still a chance one of you can get the prince." "Huh? One of us?" asked all three, "Why father, what do you mean?" "Just this: No one, not even the prince, knows who that boy is," said the stepfather, "The glass flamenco shoe is their only clue. Now, the duke has been ordered to try it on every youth in the kingdom. And if one can be found whom the shoe fits, then, by the king's command, that person shall be married to the prince." "Married," whispered Pepito softly. "Married!" gasped the three dalmatians as they jumped out of bed and started rushing around the room to get ready.

But then Pepito stood there with a smile on his muzzle and pretty much ignored them and began to happily skip to his room while humming happily to himself.

The children were complaining but Lord Lopez silenced them. He scowled suspecting Pepito was involved. Speedy and Jerry were also there fearing that the stepfather was going to do something terrible.

They hurried up to Pepito's room and once they did. They began to talk to him. "Senor! We got trouble!" Speedy said. "You're stepfather might know what's going on!" Jerry agreed.

"What do you mean?" asked Pepito when he felt a sharp pain in his back as the stepfather beat the poor pup with a whip till he was bleeding and weak. Then he grabbed the key from Pepito's side of the door and locked the dalmatian pup in his room.

"Wait! Please! You can't do this! Please!" Pepito began to sob knowing his luck could run out.

The stepfather put the key in his pocket and went down stairs.

Jerry, Tuffy and Speedy knew they had to free Pepito and quickly before his horrid step-siblings married Ferdinand.

Later, a trumpet could he heard outside and the mice peaked out to see the royal carriage was carrying the grand duke and the prince.

And soon enough they started with Felicia, but...the results were not satisfying.

Meanwhile, the mice were trying their best to get the key out of Lord Lopez's pocket. Jerry crawled in but it wasn't easy for the key was heavier than it looked.

While the mice tried to get the key, it was then Cecilia's turn, but like with Felicia, the results were just not good and unsatisfactory.

They had to carry the key up so many flights of stairs that Tuffy was growing tired. At last, they reached Pepito's room. But just as they drew near, Tom trapped Tuffy and the key under a bowl.

"Let him go Tom!" Pepito ordered but Tom didn't move an inch. Tom smirked, knowing this time he'll win. And all he had to do was wait for one of his masters to be married.

But then Speedy grabbed one of Tom's whiskers before running down stairs. He rushed out the back door. "Señor Spike! Pepito needs your help!" called the mouse.

"Pepito?! In trouble?! Don't worry buddy! I'm coming!" He then ran as quickly as he could to help Pepito then Tom screamed as Spike barked at him.

The mice removed the bowl while at the same time, Antonio was trying his hardest to fit the shoe on.

But just like his sisters, it was not working. "Oh would you just move aside! I'll do it myself!" Antonio snapped.

He shoved it on but it just wouldn't budge. He thought he could squeeze it on and it seemed he made it fit until it flew off his foot and into the air. The duke gasped as he dove forward and caught it before it made contact with the ground.

"Oh well...I guess if that was every person here...I'm afraid that means we're done here." The Duke said.

"Your grace?" called Pepito as he appeared just as the duke and Ferdinand were heading out, "Please wait. May I try it on?"

"Oh of course!" The Duke smiled. Ferdinand knew for an instant that Pepito could be the one cause he had this really big smile.

"Pay no attention to him," said Lord Lopez blocking the duke's way, "He's just an imaginative boy." "Señor, my orders were 'every youth'," said the duke sharply but then the stepfather tripped the duke and the glass shoe fell to the ground breaking into tiny pieces much to both Ferdinand and the duke's dismay.

"Don't worry I have the other one." Pepito smiled as he held the other shoe.

The stepfamily gasped in dismay as the duke held up the other glass flamenco shoe. He slid it onto Pepito's paw and it fit perfectly. The pup smiled up at the bull and he hugged him.

Ferdinand then kissed Pepito deeply, "I knew it was you...and now, we're gonna be married.." He said happily.

From the top of the stairs, both Ferdinand and Pepito heard the mice and Spike cheering for the pup. They were all happy to see his dream come true at last.

And of course, Pepito was glad to be finally away from his horrid stepfamily. And with the man of his dreams, and Ferdinand was happy to marry his true love.

But Lord Lopez wouldn't have it and walked up to Pepito. "I forbid you to leave this place," he snarled, "Just who do you think you are abandoning your duties, you wench?"

Then Pepito grew brave, "Never...call me a wench..again. I am not your slave...I'm gonna live the life I've been wanting since the day you...and your savages you call your children slithered into my families life. And you are no longer a member of this family, you...are a slave driver! You don't care for anyone but yourself! And I'm sick of you and your children abusing me! I am not your slave! I am done with you, your sick cat, and your spoiled brats! I am never, coming here, again!" Pepito growled angrily and bravely. Ferdinand nodded in agreement as he too snarled.

Just then, Mother Nature appeared before them all. "For what you've done on your own accord, you will all receive your just reward," she said and then she waved her wand at Pepito changing his rags into the same beautiful suit that wore to the ball last night. "No. No!" cried the stepfather when suddenly, a downpour of mud landed on top of him.

And Pepito's ex stepsiblings all screamed in horror as they were now wearing Pepito's rags and soon felt mud drop on them as well. Ferdinand smiled and then held Pepito's paw in his and the two walked off in happiness.

Even Tom was filthy as he spluttered from the mud. Speedy sped up to him and pulled off another whisker. "I like this pussy cat fellow," he said, "He's silly."

By that point, Tom had just given up and whined as he splat his face on the mud. By next day, the wedding came and Pepito and Ferdinand were happily running down the aisle together.

Pepito accidentally lost his shoe again, but the king was there to help him get it on again.

And soon the two got into the carriage with the mice happily throwing rice down to the happily couple.

Pepito waved to his mice friends and everyone else before turning to Ferdinand. "I never dreamed I'd be this happy," said kissing the bull, "I love you, my hunter."

"And I love you too, my sweet pup...I'm so happy I found you.." Ferdinand said, kissing the dalmy.

They both kissed each other, and, like in all stories, they lived happily ever after.

The End.