Jocking Around
Jocking Around
Author's Note: I don't own these characters, or claim to own them, or whatever. They're just a figment of your imagination, and it's your imagination that decides what they do. I just write the guidelines for you to use in order to... visualize it. Regardless, this story is set to take place the day after the "What's a baby?" sequence in the original Lady and the Tramp, kind of disregarding everything that happened until then. I wanted to get Jock (easily my favorite quadruped character in any movie) and Trusty involved in something since they're so often neglected. This story is designed to develop the Scottish terrier a little further and is purely an act of my imagination- it is not necessarily canon (although I normally prefer to keep characters as in-character as possible, this can't always be the case, can it?). This was also my first time attempting to really portray any sort of dialect aside from Standard English. From my own personal experience and the help of a few hours of research I feel that I've at least somewhat correctly portrayed Jock's accent, which I assumed to be more Central-Scotland version of Scots. This story involves two pairings: one oral involving two males and a female and the other anal/oral that also involves two males and a female. It's hard to describe, but if you're either turned off by hetero- or homosexual relationships or by really long, pointless disclaimers, I suggest you read this with a grain of salt. Please, if you enjoy the yarn leave some sort of feedback, I'm toying with the idea of expanding on this plot into a series or trilogy. That said I present to you "Jocking Around."
Jock hummed softly as he strolled through the garden that illuminated his New England residency. The Scottish terrier took in each of the sights joyously, from the great green flora to the brown earth from which it grew. The latter was his particular favorite; on odd occasion the prize-winning canine would take to the dirtier passions of life and dig a hole to bury a bone or roll in something particularly smelly--it was in fact one of his most well hid secrets. Jock was somewhat uptight, which was to be expected from the place he'd been raised.
Uptown New England was a gorgeous region indeed, and Jock's neighborhood reflected it from the high Victorian houses to the white-washed fences that, to the Terrier, marked not the extent of his freedom but that of his protection. Beyond those fences lay a world unlike the civilized one in which he resided; the streets out there were controlled by the tough and vicious, not the classy and civil. At least, that's what he'd been raised to believe.
Regardless of the world outside of the fences, Jock couldn't have been happier. Not only was his house one of the grander images on the block, but his two best mates, a young cocker spaniel girl named Lady and an aging bloodhound who they called Trusty, lived directly next door. As often as the terrier saw the pair, he couldn't get enough of them, and they frequented Lady's house, often by his suggestion (as it was that the two gentlemen dogs didn't wish to make Lady walk any distance to meet).
This was where Jock was off to on one quiet Sunday afternoon, to meet his companions for a nice evening of conversation as they often did. That was the center of their high-class society life; they could never have enough rousing chit-chat and gossip, even when it was just poking fun at their sheltered way of living. He quietly sang a lively Scottish tune, "Loch Lomond," with adapted lyrics for canines, of course, as he waltzed down the sidewalk:
"Foor steps ahead now and then tae the left and ah
Right tae spot where I bur'ed it!
A bonny, bonny bone that I'll bury fer me own,
In the bonny, bonny bank in the backyard."
He let the last few lines of the jaunty chorus hang in the air as an announcement to his mates as he entered Lady's grandiose yard and trotted over to greet the bloodhound and cocker spaniel pair. He smiled gaily at the two, before greeting them in his animated Scottish dialect, "Ach, good day tae ye lassie, and ye Trusty! How are ye this fine morn?"
The pair greeted the Scottish dog as he took a seat between them on Lady's well-kept lawn. Trusty's reddish fur and saggy skin covered his eyes, and he wrinkled his forehead and smiled goofily at Jock, "Why, hello there Jock. Miss Lady and I were just discussing how funny her humans have been acting lately."
"Ye airen't still dwelling on that, now, aire ye, lassie? Yer humans aire just a wee bit anxious fer the young 'un they've comin'. Do nae worry yer sweet li'l head aboot that bit," Jock chuckled.
Lady lay down on the soft ground, resting her head between her paws. She sighed lightly, "Oh Jock, I just don't understand. Jim Dear and Darling have been acting so strange. I know you said that it was just a baby, but, it just makes no sense to me. Where does a baby even come from, really? Why will no one tell me what they are?"
Trusty and Jock exchanged the same sly glance that they had the day before when Lady had asked a very similar question. The two had spoken much on it, and, after much debate had decided not to take advantage of the young, naïve cocker spaniel unless she pressed them. When she'd enquired the day before, they had indeed dodged the issue, babbling inconsequently until she dropped the question. Today, the glances they traded proposed the issue asking what they were to do about the growing frequency of her prodding.
Sex wasn't a topic that either of them felt should be shared with such a young lady, but at the same time, the laws that govern canines aren't the same as the laws that govern humans. With a head bob, Jock excused himself from the cocker spaniel and pulled Trusty away with him to quietly discuss the issue.
"Er, ah, what do you think we should do?" the bloodhound asked in a whisper.
Jock shook his head slightly, "I do nae ken, she is a fine lady, but, I would nae feel guid aboot takin' advantage o' her wee naiv'ty. I jus' would 'ate meself fer it."
Trusty wrinkled his brow and gave the Scot an almost bashful look, "Aww, Miss Lady isn't getting any younger now, Jock. Would you rather we wait for that across the tracks fellow, what's his name, Tramp, to come and teach her? I think it would be better if she learned in the comfort of two of her friends. As my grandpappy, Ol' Reliable used to say... I uh, don't recollect if I've ever mentioned Ol' Reliable before?"
"Aye, ye have, offen," replied the scruffy dog, "I still do nae ken, but... I suppose it ain' goin' tae huit no one."
The pair of male dogs turned back to their female companion, sly grins still etched on their faces. Trusty sat and smiled directly into Lady's gorgeous brown eyes, chuckling quietly before he casually announced, "Well, Miss Lady, ma'am, Jock and I have decided that, while we cannot really explain where a baby comes from, we could show you, that is, if you feel you're up for it."
Lady, despite all of her innocence, felt a stirring in a part of her that she'd never experienced before. Somewhere in all dogs' instincts is the one that teaches them how to mate and reproduce. The cocker spaniel smiled back at her two male companions, "I'd love to Trusty, Jock. I don't particularly know how, but I absolutely need to find out why Jim Dear and Darling are acting so strangely."
Jock stood up, a tiny bit of pink showing between his hind legs. As the Bloodhound began to rise besides him to hide the growing member at his own underbelly, the Scottish dog shot him a glance that told him to remain seated. Jock waltzed over besides Lady and rubbed sides with her, glancing between Trusty's legs to make sure he was good and ready for what was coming.
"Now Lady, I will that ye follow mah lead an' do exactly as I," Jock instructed, guiding her over to Trusty's ready front. By this time the old bloodhound was nearly fully erect. Despite his age and deteriorating condition, Trusty's blood-flow hadn't been impacted as much as his sense of smell. The Scottish dog was impressed with his friend's monsterous size, and, despite his greatest instincts, he led Lady in diving between Trusty's rust-colored legs for the treat that lay there, and, as he began to lick it aggressively, he broke to instruct Lady, "Jes' kiss it like this, an ye'll become a great treat. 'Tis no really the way to make a wee ben, but it'll make Ol' Trusty 'ere feel mighty nice."
Lady joined Jock between the old bloodhound's hind legs, tasting male meat for the first time. It had an interesting taste, slightly salty but not so much that it was made unbearable. The cocker spaniel licked from end to end of Trusty's shaft, milking a deep moan from her elderly companion. She found the base to be especially fun as she moved instinctively from the bloodhound's growing knot to the orbs that hung below it and rested to the ground. Experimentally she took one of his balls into her mouth and rolled it about, treating it as she would a tiny pup or bird that she didn't wish to injure with here sharp canine teeth. Trusty's moaning drove her on, and the friskiness of the Scottish terrier beside her pressed her to further pleasure her friend.
Somewhere deep inside of himself, Jock had always known he was different. Naturally a dog should be interested in those of the female persuasion, but he'd never been able to stand the thought of courting one. As he worked the tip of Trusty's cock he discovered why. He enjoyed the feeling of the object in his maw, of tickling the bottom of the shaft as he suckled gently on the end of it. He'd pretty much forgotten about his own needs; despite the throbbing of his own thickness, he could think of nothing else but earning Trusty's salty treat. He slurped hungrily at the monster in his mouth, bobbing up and down on it as if Trusty were humping his face.
In fact, Trusty was humping his face. It took some time, but the bloodhound had figured out how to pump his hips in rhythm with the pair of canines that were milking his shaft for all it was worth. The old dog came closer and closer to climax with every push-and-pull motion. His grunts and moans grew to a thunderous level as Lady suckled on his crown jewels and Jock tried his best to deep-throat the colossal dog-hood, and, within a few moments, he knew he was going to cum. Trying to warn the pair, he grunted, "Ungh, Lay- ah! Jock- I'm, oh! Ngg!"
Jock did his best to contain the jizz that flowed out of Trusty's cock and into his mouth, swallowing all of it that he could. Lady came up from the bloodhound's sack to help him, and, if it weren't for the enormous pink member between them, an outsider may have thought that the two were passionately kissing. Finally, when Jock couldn't take any more he pulled away and allowed the last few strands of Trusty's pearly-white batter to streak across his muzzle.
This was the scene that the Tramp walked in on, humming a light tune to himself. He strolled through Lady's front gate to find this week's girl and her small Scottish friend being covered in cum. Puzzled at first, he sat awkwardly and watched as Trusty collapsed onto his side, full erection still poking out of his sheath, throbbing. He noticed the old dog fall into a light slumber as he waited for his knot to recede. He saw Jock lick the jizz from Lady's muzzle and sit down across from her, his thick pink cock hanging from his stomach, begging for release. Mostly, though, his eyes were drawn to Lady's hindquarters. She stood with her rear to him and he could see in all its glory her moist lips.
After a moment of taking in the view, Tramp trotted into the yard in full sight, feeling a similar stirring in his loins, as he often did. With a cough he drew the two canines' attention, and received a shocked stare from the Scot, "Well, I see you're all having a bit of High-class fun, ain't ya? Didn't even think to invite your downtown friend, eh?"
"Now, looky 'ere-" Jock began, rising to his feet to stand up to Tramp, who he viewed as one of the aggressors against his way of living.
However, Tramp chuckled at the hobbling terrier, "It doesn't look like I should look anywhere. You do know what's going on between your legs, don't you?"
Jock stopped his advance and gazed at the thickness between his legs. He'd thought that it'd gone down since Trusty had finished, but upon seeing the Tramp he'd almost immediately become fully erect again, and how. He corrected himself for staring at the growing pink between the mutt's legs and brought his eyes back up to meet the Tramp's golden irises, "Er, ah, I do nae suppose that ye came 'ere fer a raison now, did ye?"
"Yes, in fact I did," Tramp replied, "At least, I thought I'd come by and try to reconcile the differences that we had yesterday."
Lady interjected here, "Tramp, they were just trying to teach me where a baby comes from, since that's why my humans have been acting so weird recently."
"Where a baby comes from?" Tramp laughed, "Pigeon, That's not where a baby comes from,! At least, not like that, anyways."
"Now, 'ey there laddie, do nae think that I'll stand idly by while ye do that tae this 'ere lassie!" Jock growled, stepping between the two dogs, trying to protect Lady as best he could, "I'd rather ye do it tae me than 'er."
"Oh, Jock," Lady interrupted again, "Don't worry for me. I don't think he would really do any harm to me, on purpose."
"Well, Lady, don't make me turn down his offer so quickly. How would you like a..." Tramp paused, a sly grin growing on his face, "Demonstration, as to how two dogs would make a baby? That is, if your friend here is up to it."
Lady cocked her head, confused, "I thought, at least, that with 'The Birds and the Bees' you needed a boy and a girl. How would the two of you make a baby?"
"Oh, we would nae make a wee ben, lassie, but mairly show ye how one were made, were Tramp or I a girly," Jock suggested, unsure himself whether he really wanted to go through with this or not. He wanted that feeling, to have another male on top of him, plowing him like a bitch in heat, but, at the same time, he didn't really want it to be this male. He'd rather it be the strong Doberman that he'd seen be walked through his neighborhood on several occasions, but he came to the conclusion that any male right now was better than a male he would never get, "I'll do it if yer up tae it, laddie buck."
"Oh-ho, I'm up to it," Tramp replied coyly, traipsing around the Scottish dog until he stood behind him, "Now Lady, you watch. This is how a baby is made, if Jock here were a female, of course."
With that announcement the golden-eyed mutt lifted himself gingerly onto the terrier's back. He was almost able to stand above the scraggy black dog, but was just an inch too short and resorted to putting all of his weight on the smaller canine. It took him a moment of rubbing against Jock's hindquarters before he was fully erect, but as soon as he was he began searching for his mark.
As the tip of Tramp's meat touched Jock's tail-hole, the terrier felt a sense of euphoria run up his spine. He moaned as his sphincter was split, but winced at the same time. It was painfully pleasant and the sheer thickness of Tramp's cock made him tremble with anticipation. Without warning, the mutt pushed almost the entire length of his shaft into Jock, making the smaller dog's eyes bulge outward.
Lady watched curiously as the dog she liked began methodically pumping in and out of her good friend. She was wet beyond belief, virtually sitting in a pool of her own juices, but the sight before her was too distracting for her to notice that she had began to slowly paw at herself.
Tramp drove his hips harder and harder against Jock's rump, working into a fury of squishing noises as he violated the Scottish dog's rectum. In spite of his instincts, he was enjoying the tightness around his cock. With every thrust forward the body below him would shudder and the anal muscles would involuntarily clench around his puppy-making tool, driving the downtown dog to pound more furiously against the small dog beneath him.
Jock grunted and drove his paws into the ground as the onslaught on his rear grew more forceful, pushing himself back and up into the figure above him. As inch after inch of Tramp's meat worked its way into his ass, the Scottish terrier sought to get more. When the end of the monster inside him began to press against his prostate he forced himself to pull forward and away from the Tramp, attempting to make him work for his release,
The Tramp obeyed, walking slightly forward as his fuck-toy tried to escape. He used his front paws to hold Jock's hips back, driving his cock ferociously to the hilt. He wanted simply to push as hard as he could and force the final few inches of extra-thick dog-hood through the terrier's opening. He could feel that he was going to tie with him and make certain that Jock would collect every drop of downtown cum that Tramp had to give.
Lady watched in awe as the two carried on, moaning and crying out a chorus of "Oh, shit" and "'Arder, aw god, 'arder!" She hadn't noticed until now that the entire time she'd been slightly rubbing the pink opening between her hind legs, and now she was so close to orgasm that it was unbearable. She stood and rushed over to the pair, unaware, really, of what was going on.
Tramp watched as she turned and presented her rear end to the terrier he was pounding. The Scottish dog abided her plea and pulled himself forward to lap at the lotus bud between her thighs. He'd never been attracted to females before, but, in the heat of the moment he could think of nothing better than to work Lady's pussy until she came as if she was in heat.
The mutt on top was incredibly turned on by the sight of his lady friend being eaten out, and he unknowingly increased his thrusts into the terrier's rear, causing him to bounce forward and back with each push. Tramp pounded as hard as he could, giving his "bitch" all that he could ever want. With a final growl and lurch he drove the entire length home, beginning to fill the terrier with his white love-potion, forcing Jock's face deep into Lady's muff.
Jock's legs almost gave out as Tramp's knot invaded his rear. He wobbled momentarily, held up only by the paws grasping his hips as the monster within him began to spew its seed. It was a fiery hot that the black dog felt inside of him, the sticky filling stuffing his innards. He moaned and desperately attempted to hump against the dog on top of him, using Tramp's length against his rectum to milk his own orgasm. He came hard, spreading his own sticky white juice all over Lady's freshly cut lawn.
"Ungh, fuck, oh, GOD!" Tramp cried out as the walls around his shaft began contracting, drawing every possible dribble of his spunk from his balls. His tongue lolled out of one side of his mouth and he closed his eyes in pure ecstasy as he continued to stuff Jock's ass full of his jizz.
Hearing all the commotion behind her sent Lady over the edge, and her walls began to work around Jock's tongue, spilling her juices all over his face. She pressed against him, driving him back even farther into Tramp's crotch. As Jock moaned, the vibrations sent shock waves up Lady's spine and she continued to orgasm.
As Lady finished and pulled away from him, Jock finally realized what had just happened, and he began to panic. He tried with all his might to pull away from the dog tied on top of him, but the knot stretched his sphincter like a rubber band and it was already a bit painful. Tramp obliged him as best he could and spun around behind him so they were tied rump to rump. The terrier felt more peaceful here, no longer forced to hold up the weight of another dog. However, in spite of himself, he couldn't dislike the feeling of having Tramp pump his thick dog-goo into his anus. He dragged Tramp down as best he could until they weren't standing any more, but instead were lying tied together at the rear.
Lady walked around and lay down next to the downtown mutt, resting her head across the small of his back. She nuzzled against his fur, letting him know that she was proud of the things he had done for her on this day. A tad tired, she closed her eyes and rested all of her weight against the rugged gray dog.
Tramp smirked and said casually, "So, that's how a baby is made."
"Ach," came the reply from the dog attached to him at the ass, "Ye do nae say."
Lady laughed, "Thank you two, for showing me. I certainly can't wait to try my go at it. Perhaps, though, I won't whine or moan as much as Jock."
Tramp chuckled, "He did well, for a while. I can't believe he took it all," he looked over his shoulder, giving Jock a welcoming glance, "There was kind of a lot of it."
"Aye, ye aire nae joking," The terrier replied before he buried his head in his paws. Staring at the cum-soaked grass, he muttered to himself, "I suppose I ken a wee bit more aboot meself now, eh?"
It was then that Old Trusty, asleep through the entire ordeal, chose to let his nose awaken him. He stood and began tracing a line of drool and his own drying jizz over to where Jock lay, and it was when their noses met and they looked into each others' eyes that he asked, "Er, uh, where'd he go? Where'd he go?"
Both the cocker spaniel and the dog from across the tracks broke into unabated laughter at Trusty's goofy demeanor. Their eyes met as they laughed and Tramp brought his nose around to lick the side of Lady's face, realizing the feelings he held for her.
As Tramp's knot receded from his rear, Jock sighed and closed his eyes, wondering if he'd ever be able to meet someone who would feel the same way about him as the Tramp felt about Lady. Right then and there, lying on his stomach amid his three friends and the cum-stained ground, he decided that he would try his best to find the dog that he hoped was out there waiting for him.