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"We're going on vacation, Perdie! To Yorkshire Dales, just you and me, and our pets," Pongo announced to Perdita.

She could tell he was trying to sound excited, but she knew better. Ever since she had given birth to eight little splotchy-white black puppies, things had been distant between the two Dalmatians. They hadn't mated again since their birth, even though she had recently come into heat. Her new puppies were weaned and off playing with the other 99. The farm was absolutely filled with yearlings, all on the cusp of puberty. Things were about to get really chaotic on the farm in about a month.

Their pets, Roger and Anita, had wisely chosen this month to go on vacation before having to deal with 99 sex-addled yearlings, and Pongo and Perdita were invited along. She shivered. On the farm she could distract herself every day with dozens of squabbles and complaints from the puppies, but trapped for three days in Yorkshire Dales National Park alone with Pongo was going to be...awkward.

Like he had room to complain! Thunderbolt and Greta had visited the farm again since their initial visit, and the German shepherd was touting fifteen splotchy, mixed puppies of her own. Sure, maybe Greta had found some other Dalmatian to romp with, but it took a rare dog to father so many pups. Perdita had whelped fifteen pups of her own, by Pongo. All four dogs could tell what had happened, but Pongo and Perdita had never discussed it, at all.

Still, she could see the hurt on his face whenever he looked at her. Perdita couldn't remember the last time she'd made sustained eye contact with her husband. Sometimes he'd look away first, other times she would. For the first few days of her heat, Perdie had spent each night alone, thinking of Thunderbolt. Gritting her teeth, Perdita replied, "Sounds beautiful." Now if only she could come up with an excuse to get out of it. "But I'm..."

"Vacation!?" a boisterous young pup exclaimed from behind her. "C'mon mum, dad, lemme come too!"

Perdita turned to see Patch, still one of the most popular pups on the farm thanks to his close relationship with Thunderbolt. When Kanine Krunchies had approached Roger and Anita about doing some advertisements, only Pongo, Perdita, and Patch had been allowed to star in the commercials. The advertisement income had helped their pets make the mortgage payments on the farm, while also giving them a huge discount on kibble. He'd grown quite a bit since his last adventure, now almost as tall as Perdita. Behind him was Penny, another of Perdita's puppies by Pongo. She was much quieter than Patch, though almost as large.

Pongo said, "Sorry, pup, this trip is for adults only. I need you to stay on the farm and watch after your siblings, okay?"

But Perdita saw a way out, and she leapt at the chance. "Oh, Pongo, look how much he wants to come. And Penny, too." Hearing her name, the little pup raised an eyebrow. Perdita continued, "We can't take everyone, but surely there's room for these two."

"Now, wait a minute -" Pongo started to say.

Patch interrupted, barking happily, "Cool! Thanks mom! When do we leave?"

Perdita said, "Thanks, Pongo," which shut his mouth. Perdita breathed a sigh of relief. With the two pups along, she could avoid the long, awkward silence. Pongo sighed too, and Perdita guessed he was relieved as well. She knew they'd eventually have to talk about what had happened, but at least she could enjoy her vacation before worrying about it.

* * * * *

"Cruella De'ville," said Dex, her brother and her partner in crime.

"I've heard of her. She's in an insane asylum, isn't she?" Meg asked, narrowing her eyes.

Dex shrugged, sitting his haunches on the hard-wood floor. "Does it matter? The money she wired here isn't crazy. Two grand, with three times that when we achieve our objective."

"Does she know we are dogs?"

"Of course not, Meg. She contacted us by letter."

Meg sighed. "Fine, if the money is good. What's the job?"

The two Dobermans were lying by the warm, glowing fire in their cabin in the woods. Herman G. Melvin owned the building, and he always paid his property taxes on time...only there wasn't a Mr. Melvin. The two siblings, Dex and Meg, had come a long way since being abandoned by their family. Meg had learned to read and write, and the two dogs had grown quite wealthy doing odd jobs for crooked humans. No one ever had to know that the two mercenaries were really canines.

"Ms. De'ville has a grudge against a certain Mr. and Mrs. Radcliffe. The two have a lucrative business deal with Kanine Krunchies, featuring two...Dalmatians..." Rex had slowed down as he read, his eyes widening.

"What is it?" asked Meg.

"Pongo and Perdita."

"What??" Meg exclaimed, laying her pointed ears back. "This is too high profile, Dex. Return the money." Pongo and Perdita were among the most well-known dogs in London...in all of Great Britain!

"Hold up," he urged, "She doesn't want us to kill them or anything."

Sighing, Meg gritted her teeth and said, "Then what?"

"She wants to shame them publicly, so that they lose their contract with Kanine Krunchies," he said.

"And how would we do that?"

Dex grinned, showing his sharp, interlocking teeth. "Ms. De'ville suggests that if either Dalmatian were video taped in an...adulterous situation, the company would have to withdraw their contract."

Meg blinked. "Well, we can afford video equipment. How can we frame them? Pretty hard to find lookalikes for Dalmatians, what with the unique spots."

"We're not going to frame them."

"Then what? We can't make them cheat on each other..." Meg growled.

"Can't we?"

Meg did a double-take, glancing at her brother.

The male Doberman continued, "According to the letter, De'ville's contacts say that Pongo and Perdita will be visiting Yorkshire Dales National Park in two days. All we have to do is get there early, set up our cameras discreetly, and seduce one of them on video. I have to say, I'm very willing to take a shot at Perdita." His stub-tail wagged.

"That's easy for you to say," complained Meg. "If you succeed, you won't be stuck with the puppies."

"You don't think eight grand is worth having a litter over? Besides, once they're grown we can set up fliers and sell them to good homes."

Meg jumped forward, snapping at the chuckling Doberman. "You want me to sell my first litter!?"

Her brother jumped back, narrowly avoiding her closed teeth. "Hey, it's not my fault you're a virgin. I've offered to fill your pussy with more than my tongue dozens of times. If you're that concerned about the Dalmatian knocking you up, we've got two days. Let me beat Pongo to the punch."

Meg spat, "You're my brother!" She turned around, ears flat. "I already let you get away with too much," she added, lifting her haunches and her stubby, black tail. She looked over her shoulder, smiling to see her brother drooling over his excellent view of her tender, virgin pussy.

Dex said, "So are we in, or are we out?"

Meg grinned. "We're in. I'll write the letter tonight...after you fuck my ass."

Dex's ears drooped. "Your ass, again? You sure?" he asked, stepping forward and launched his tongue up against her trembling, pointed vulva. He slathered the surface of her mound before plunging his tongue deep inside his whimpering sister. She knew he hoped to get her so worked up with his tongue that she'd agree to anything, but it hadn't worked the last hundred times, and it wouldn't work this time, either. Her brother leapt onto her back, tucking his powerful forelegs around her slender waist and pressing his tapered tip into the soft flesh of her pussy.

"I'm sure," she said, reaching down between her legs with one paw to grab his bulky cock, pushing it upward until it tickled her tail-hole. "I didn't realize it, but it turns out this whole time that I've been saving myself...for Pongo."