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Destinies Intertwined (Part 2a)

**Another part of an ongoing trade with HolidayPup, my new mate! I'll try to make this good, because otherwise I'll feel like I jipped him (check out his part of the trade! So good! Address below). If I didn't say it in the first one, this story is happening at a time when Pongo and Perdita have never met, and Pongo is a stray... But all the events of both Lady and the Tramp movies have already occurred. Jah? That oughta clear up a bit of confusion... Again, I do not own any of the characters portrayed within, nor do I use them to gain any monetary profit of any sort. They are copyright of the Disney corporation. By the way, even though Holiday mentioned that the "Lady and the Tramp" movies are apparently set in New England... Screw it. England, New England... Close enough! By the way... Please keep in mind that although I am referring to some characters as "bitches" or a "bitch" do realize that I am saying it as a means of differentiating between male and female canids... So no, I'm not just calling her a bitch because she acts like one...

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The rain poured down heavily, and all across the twilit city of London eerie fog rose up in the air as the cold water spattered across the warmer cobblestones. Shutters were shut throughout, and there was scarcely any noise to be heard except an occasional bang, echoing down the winding streets from an unlatched door, slamming in the wind. Water flowed rapidly down the streets, pouring off into the sewers and helping to mask their ever-present stench. Here are there, one could hear the faint mew of cats scratching at their doors, begging to be let in from the unrelenting downpour, and overhead a massive colony of bats circled the gloomy sky. In an old, forgotten building, two happy mutts slept, joined in loving tie, to await the coming of another morning.... And in the darkness, he waited.

He loved the darkness; there was just something about it which suited him. His black coat was cloaked easily in the darkness, tan underbelly just barely visible outside of the flickering lamp glow. When he happened to stride into the fitful sputtering glow, his furrowed eyebrows cast a deep shadow down over his eyes, filling his face with frightful shadows as he stalked along. His lips curled up with malice, exposing rows of pearly white, razor sharp fangs as a deep snarl exploded out of his chest... And then, with a laugh, the act fell away. Covering up his fangs again, his whole demeanor softened, seemingly... And yet, there was still a hard edge to him; this was not a dog to be trifled with. Even without trying to act vicious, his step had a certain meanness to it, his face had a chilly expression which would have scared the bravest of dogs.

Wandering the streets as he always did, he stopped to sniff casually down an alleyway, hoping to catch the scent of something tasty. Nothing again... 'Damn...' he thought idly, trotting away. 'All the good pickin's are gone...' Shaking his head, he trotted along. It wasn't so bad... He never had to look to far to find something good, and if he couldn't find something good, he could always "persuade" some other mutt to give him something tasty...

Suddenly, his nostrils flared wide. "Oh ho... What's that!" he exclaimed, sniffing deeply at the air. "Smells like someone's gone into heat!" he said to himself, hips thrusting involuntarily at the air. 'Mmm... A first timer too, smells like!' he thought to himself, grinning darkly. "Might have to go... Help... Her along... Heh heh..." he chuckled, flicking his stubby cropped tail back and forth. Raising his nose to the air, he started following the enticing smell, sheath bulging as his pink tip slipped out into the chilly air, steaming slightly as a clear drop gathered at the end.

His walk ended abruptly at a fenced in property, a somewhat ritsy looking place with the smell of money lying around. "Tight new rich bitch... Just the way I like 'em!" he chuckled again, leaping the fence easily. The smell was easy to trace... Here, the scent of the bitch's heat hung heavily and thickly in the air, blocking out all other smells until it seemed to permeate all of the world around him. God, but he hadn't been with a bitch for so long... His shaft pulsed thickly again as he panted, breaking into a run and shedding any last semblance of control.

Then he saw her, and could have laughed. It was so perfect! She was tied up on a very short chain to a pole outside, looking lonely and uncomfortable as she gently lapped at her swollen and puffy pink sex. The bitch was a dalmatian... Purebred, if he could tell in this light. Her slender body perfectly accented her beautiful, perky face, but it was what was below that really interested him now.

Trotting out into the light, he gave a deep, powerful growl, startling her from her reverie. "Oh my!" she squeaked, head snapping away from her rear to face him, eyes wide with fear. Shrinking away slightly, she cowered back from his menacing expression, looking fitfully towards the house. If only her owners were home! They would be able to help her... But they had gone out for a night on the town, and left her here tied up, to fend for herself. Sometimes she really hated them... It seemed they couldn't care less about her, sometimes... And right now was definitely one of those times. Whining, she shrank back as far as her chain would allow her, terrified.

Smirking, the big doberman (Buster was the name) strutted forwards, confident and cool. She was just where he wanted her to be... Licking his lips, he felt his cock spring free of his sheath, growing out into the chilly air as his maw parted in a deep throaty growl. The slender bitch shied away from him, whimpering, but he snarled angrily at her and she weakly submitted, out of options. "You're mine, bitch, so accept it!" he whispered lustfully in her ear, growling at a low level. Walking around behind her he took a sniff of her hot sex, but when she felt his cold snout on her sensitive parts she immediately lunged away, running away as fast as she could before getting yanked back by the collar; try as she might she could not get away.

The big mutt just laughed cruelly before he leapt after her, biting the scruff of her neck not hard enough to draw blood, but she would sure feel it. "Now..." he panted in her ear around her skin, "Now you are going to stand there and take it like the bitch you are!" That said, he sidled over around her and dove his long, sinuous tongue out to lap at her pussy, drinking in her sweet heat. Stiffening his tongue, he drove it deep within her hot, moist folds, spreading apart her virgin entrance without regards for her comfort. However, despite how wrong this was, she couldn't help but moan slightly at the feelings coming from her rear.

His own pleasure was all that he cared about; he frankly couldn't give a flying fuck (*) whether or not she enjoyed it. Wrenching his tongue unceremoniously from her opening, he gave her a warning growl, and then leapt up onto her hind, shuffling his strong hind legs up towards hers as he drew his pulsating cock flush with her hot pussy. Smirking, he whispered "Get ready," and then with a forceful pelvic thrust he was halfway in.

Perdie (for that was her name) shrieked and yelped with the pain, struggling to get away. However, his grip was strong as steel, and she was not going to be able to escape that iron rod penetrating her so painfully. Craning her head back, she whimpered in disbelief, seeing that only half of it seemed to be in... And it was still growing! She could feel it throbbing and flexing inside her, spreading and tearing apart her virgin twat until she thought she might just split in two. And the knot wasn't even anywhere near her yet... Whimpering again, she tried to steel herself against the pain, knowing it would all be over soon enough. What she wouldn't give for that time to be now...

Ignoring her pitiful yelps, Buster flung more and more of himself roughly inside of her tight passage, moaning slightly over his continuing growl. 'Man... Haven't had one this tight in years!' he thought to himself as he bunched his hips forwards again. Oh man... He loved the way that these prissy bitches who had never been fucked before kept so damned tight, and yet managed to be so damned juicy! 'I'm gonna remember this 'un for years!' he thought again, beginning to thrust faster. Another couple inches of his cock disappeared deep into her quivering pink folds; another series of high pitched squeals and yelps came from her.

Finally, the edge of his knot pressed up against her puffy lips, and with a groan he began to fuck her in earnest, hips flying back and forth as his balls smacked relentlessly into her hind. Stopping for a moment to readjust, he caught sight of her face, and for an instant he felt a bit of remorse... Her delicate features were screwed up in agony as she was torn apart from the inside out; she obviously wasn't ready for someone of his girth at her young age. His regret faded quickly, however, as she inadvertently squeezed on the tip of his cock; with a grunt he was off again, thrusting away with abandon.

The young bitch gave a quiet moan, stifling her sounds against a paw. Here she was, tied up and for all intents and purposes abandoned by her owners in the rain, having her virginity forcefully ripped from her... And yet, for some reason she couldn't explain... She found herself beginning to enjoy it?

He could feel his climax coming; that sweet pleasure in his groin was building up to almost a fever pitch, and he wasn't sure how much longer he would last. Her yelps and squeals were mere whimpers now, as if the very will to resist had gone entirely out of her. It didn't matter one iota to Buster; he was feeling pretty damned good for himself, and hell, he might be about to become a father! Not that he'd stick around for the pups, he chuckled roughly, pounding her hard. His knot was swelling up too... He could feel it beginning to stick on every thrust. Unfortunately, he figured he probably shouldn't stick around for an entire tie, so he may have to pull out... 'Damn it...' he muttered.

Finally, with a loud growl, he began to let go, and Perdie's warm womb was suddenly filled with hot dobie spooge. Snarling loudly, he took her shoulder into a deep mating bite, jackhammering his cock forwards, knot smacking against the outside of her vulva. Somehow, even in the throes of ecstasy he had the presence of mind to keep from tying... But oh man, was it hard!

Perdie moaned as she felt the tidal wave of seed flooding out inside of her. His knot swelled and tore at the outside of her vulva, but try as she might she couldn't coax it inside of her. It didn't matter though... With a loud yelp she felt her own orgasm set in, and with a loud moan she clenched down tight on Buster's cock, adding her own juices into the mix.

Orgasm finally dying down, Buster leapt heavily off of her back, leaving her hind thrust up in the air. Smirking at her, he whispered "Thanks... I had a wonderful time!" in her ear, and then slowly sauntered off, massive meat swinging between his legs as it pulsed in time with his heartbeat. And there he left her, all alone, cum leaking out of her violated pussy, tormented thoughts racing through her mind. 'My god... I actually enjoyed that!' she thought with horror to herself, shivering slightly in the rain. 'What is wrong with me?' Now that the heat of the moment was over she felt only shame and horror at what had been done to her... And she hadn't even been able to resist fucking him back! Whining in pain both physical and emotional, she lay down on her belly in the wet muck, staining her fur. She didn't care... Her mind had temporarily shut down; unable to process what had happened she had withdrawn into herself, awaiting a time when she could better understand what had just happened.

** (*) You now CAN give a flying fuck!

This turned out to be somewhat harder to write than most... I'm not used to writing non-consensual stuff... But I hope it's good anyways. Next part will hopefully be done soon, Holiday... Hope you enjoy!**