FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

~the characters portrayed in this story are the property of Walt Disney Studios, the views and events depicted here are purely fictitious. Those under 18 should be advised against strong sexual content herein...m/f, m/m and so on. I take no responsibility for those who read anyway....you continue at your own risk and have been warned~

The rain had receded to a light drizzle after a heavy downpour that trickled down in a light sheen blanketing the waste and mounds of junk in splashes and puddles. Most of the gang of dogs were huddled beneath shelter where they could find it or wherever the mountains of garbage provided a shield from the weather. They all were cold and wet, wanton and worried.

They hated her, watched her as she strode out through the rain as if it didn't effect her in the least. Jewel was beautiful and no dog could question that it was a key reason that she had risen to power. What made her dangerous however was the core of revenge that burned inside of her strong and relentless, throbbing and sucking all other purpose from her until it was what she lived for. To be alpha and to manipulate and plan out and strategize until things played out and she reaped the rewards of her schemes.

She stood alone mid the pouring rain that fell, a figure of power and majestic terrible beauty gazing down at a limp form, a scrap of fur that breathed lightly his misted breath just visible on the chilled air. She stood almost as a mother would to a pup, admiring and watching him with an adoring glint to her eyes. In some twisted way she felt herself drawn to him even though he stood for a union that she loathed and that tore at her heart with every rise and falling of his stomach, every breath that left the grayish mutt was a claw mark as sharp as steel to her gut.

Leaning down she sniffed along his muzzle and neck, inhaling his scent and giving his cheek a gentle lick. He stirred for a moment and groaned his long ears flopping slightly down further behind his head, the pink of them showing velvety soft. His paws stretched as he lay there, a soft whine escaping him before he once again fell silent, the rope secured to his collar loosely making sure that escape was an impossibility.

The others stayed silent and confused at witnessing this side of their leader displayed before them. Tenderness wasn't something that they were used to seeing where she was concerned.

They cowered more so then before, tucking their tails when a muscular shadow moved to stand at her side, looking down at the younger dog with an amused smile.

"This pup came quietly enough when I made it clear what the deal was" he growled. "Helped that he gave me a delicious taste of his assets" the Doberman smiled licking his chops meaningfully.

"In more ways then one, that's probably why sport here is tuckered out...still recovering from our 'fun'."

Jewel didn't move, barely acknowledging her bigger companions crude comment. Instead she keep gazing down at his resting form, a single tear falling from her eyes.

"He's beautiful" she whispered quietly. "Just like his father....."

"Indeed he is... just like his old man" the Doberman agreed smirking and giving himself a scratch behind the ears. "Likes a red bone under his tail and was playing about with three little females in the park when I caught him."

Besides a slight flick of her ears she gave no indication that she was paying attention although her tail did give a gentle sweep. Emboldened the Doberman continued.

"I can't wait to get in under his fluffy little tail again and make the kid whine just like I used to make the Tramp whine."

"Tramp was the best of us" she murmured finally turning to face him. "Even you have to recognize that Buster."

"Well I....uh.....

"You always had your strength, I always had my beauty and wit and Tramp always was cunning. A dog never caught once by the pound" she growled her voice growing and getting louder as she went on. "He was a dog however with something that you never have had Buster" she said baring her teeth at him and causing him to take a step back.

"Now wait just a titch Jewel....Tramp had nothing...." Buster stammered trying to keep from shivering. He hadn't expected her feelings to be so strong and unease pricked along his spine at her strength of conviction and her ferocity.

"Tramp had heart! He took mine and you never had one" she nearly shrieked. "Sure you've mated dogs and bitches all over the place but you've never found love or loved anything in your life. And until you have your not to touch 'him' again, do you understand me?"

Buster growled himself uncertainly looking down at the resting mutt.

"Buster! Do you understand me!?"

"Yeah....I hear ya Jewel cakes. I'll keep away from the kid. I just don't understand why you like him so much. He is Lady's son." Buster sat on his haunches watching her cautiously for any sign of aggression.

"You'll be happy to know that the hounds will be joining us soon" he said tilting his head to one side, some of his casual assurity returning to him. "As long as you plan to lead Tramp on this farce affair of yours what should be done about the others, the delightfully innocent delectable's?"

"For now leave them until our plan has worked out. Then my dear dobbie you can have them, you and the Danes. Tramp and Lady... I have something special in mind planned for them."

With a toothy grin Buster nodded his head emphatically wagging his little nub of a tail.

"What about the Scampster here? Should we finish him with the others" he asked in a half snarl?

For a long moment she stood contemplatively fixing her gaze about her as if lost in some far off reality. When she did snap back her face was cold with cruel amusement. Her tail was wagging of its' own accord allowing her to almost look like a normal dog without a care in the world...almost...

"Both father and son I hold in my paws" Jewel chuckled. "Scamp is the key to my revenge Buster. He's beautiful and innocent. I don't want him harmed in any way until after we've accomplished what we need to. When we have maybe I'll keep him around for my own personal enjoyment" she sneered.

"After all he is his fathers' son."

"I won't lay a paw on the kid then yet Jewel" he agreed reluctantly. "Where you headed to today beautiful? Would that you should want dinner with my good self later on tonight under the stars? We can you know if you feel so inclined spots."

"Soon perhaps love" the Dalmatian said giving a last lick to Scamps' cheek before padding towards the pipe entrance to the yard. "For now keep watch while I'm gone, I have a date with the Tramp to keep, he'll be looking for trouble and I'll only too happily direct him right into it when you feel up to confronting our old friend."

"Do I ever" Buster whispered to himself as she became lost to view, "finally I'll be able to settle my own score....."

Pleasant daylight, the warmth of a genial sun glowing on puddles of glimmering shimmering water scattered about after the previous nights' rain. The light golden and yellow lay trapped in trickling pools here and there that dotted the abandoned train station and the old tracks near the water tower. Droplets cascading downward from above to fall down an embankment of mud that dipped down into the earth sharply.

The day before had been another day of fruitless searching town for him, his hopes dimming as time went on.

Tramp lay gazing into the distance down the tracks and out of the old town a low whimper the only sound he made. It had now been a week since he had begun his search, seven days since his three daughters had come back home and fearfully described how close they had been to being caught by a scary dog. Tears running down their cheeks they'd explained how they'd all gone to the park early to enjoy the morning and play when they'd been chased by a huge black dog that had nearly caught them along with Scamp. At the time he had known that it had been Buster but he had kept quiet, not wanting to cause Lady or the rest of his family to worry.

Even now however even the humans were catching on.

Lady was either in a state of panic and snapping at everyone or else in a depressed mood that caught on and took root in them all.

Infact it hadn't been since that night that they had had together that he had been able to share anytime with her at all without it turning into comforting her and his pups. If frustrated him to no end that he hadn't been more watchful.

Looking off into the distance he remembered a night long gone by when he and his mate had fallen for each other, when her eyes sparkled with love for him and life was much more simple. He could still taste the remnants of spaghetti on her breath as well as her own unique flavor on his tongue, could still smell her and feel the warmth of her pelt against his.

Getting to his paws he stretched out, one of his back legs stiff. He pushed it out and it gave a audible pop which caused him to groan inwardly.

Have I really been out here that long?

He'd only been outside of the station itself for a few hours at the most. Shaking his head he chuckled to himself. Many things had changed.

How had it come to this?

Dipping his head down he lapped at the pool, the liquid fresh and the earthy taste much more natural then the water he had grown accustomed to.

Once again his mind returned to Scamp. Was his son alright? Was he hungry, cold, lonely, hurt?

Questions raced through his head, worrying him and giving him a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach that grew and grew until it threatened to engulf him and pull him down with it, put a collar around his neck and drag him back to the pound, pulling him towards that door at the end of that hall and what lay beyond. What lay beyond that place where no dog ever returned from.

He shivered, his dread causing him to shake.

He had to find Scamp, he 'would' find Scamp and he knew without a doubt where his son would be.

Tramp had searched the entire town from top to bottom, the alleyways and the streets, the backyards as well as every nook and cranny that it offered for a dog. However every time he had searched the junkyard something had struck him as odd, some hidden inner sense that told him that Scamp had been there. His scent was jumbled with many other scents of dogs including Busters' that he assumed the Doberman had gathered up as his new gang after the old bunch had left for humans and chances at their own families after his son had humiliated his old enemy in front of them. He couldn't be sure of anything yet.

All that he did know for sure was that he had to keep looking.

Trotting off at a steady plod with half mast ears bouncing the schnauzer mutt headed back into town, padding down main street again mindful to stay on the grass which felt cool under his pads. In the coming morning life began to breath back into it, shops being readied for customers, children on their way to school, working people, delicious smells wafting through the air.

Humans always threw away wonderful things, wasting food by the ton.

It was unbelievable and at the same time was something he was grateful for.

Going round the side of Fransua he inhaled through his nostrils, drinking in the glorious delights hidden in the barrels put out in a neat row against the restaurants' side wall. All seven of them were near full, bursting over with leftovers.

Juicy and ripe for the picking!

The one in the middle seemed the most promising, it's smell alluring and the most diverse.

Raising up on his back legs, Tramp hooked his paws over the lip of the bin and pulled at it gradually, bracing the weight so that he could ease it down with as little noise as possible using one of his sides to keep balance.

One of the many mistakes most strays made was to pull at barrels all at once and bring them down quickly. However by then they had little time to explore and find much before the humans came and threw things or worse called the pound. Through experience came some benefits and this was one of them that he had had to gain with trail and error.

He managed to get it down with little more then a small clang, chuckling before slowly entering the spilled mass of treasures, picking about the considerable quantity of food. There were bananas, apples, bits of meat here and there, opened bits of alfrado, cake and cream which he avoided altogether because of the starch which he really had never born an interest in.

Piecing together tidbits as he went along the schnauzer enjoyed his breakfast gradually sating his hunger for the time being. After snarfing down a particularly juicy meatball his ears perked slightly and he listened moving out into the open where he could hear.

From the sounds of things, the workers had started to bustle about inside Fransua, probably preparing more food. It would only be a short matter of time before they found a reason to wander out and see him engaged in making a mess of their garbage. Opting to avoid being caught, he decided to leave behind delving further (which he would have enjoyed) and resume his search for his son.

Licking his lips he entered main street once again, getting rid of any evidence of his recent activities, holding his head at a proud angle and strutting along as if he hadn't a care in the world and there was no question at all that he belonged. The collar was a plus that allowed him many things that not having one never could've. Humans smiled at him and went about their business as if assuming that his owners must be close by, no one questioned whether he was alone or out on the town, a stray or a pet, wild and free or domestic and tame as he was supposed to be.

At one point the dog catcher rolled around slowing to a steady crawl beside him. The voice which was high and comical belong to the same man who had tried to capture him and Scamp before when they had escaped the pound after fighting Reggie.

The man pointed a boney finger at him with an amused smile on his goofy face, his features raised in an expression that made Tramp want to laugh if their meeting had been under different circumstances.

"Well well well...what have we here? Nice day for a stroll fluffy fella. Just be grateful that ya're wearing that collar. Otherwise I'd be forced to bring your fluffy rear into the pound with the use of my fine modern vehicle! 3 horse power, 2 miles to the gallon boy" he boasted wriggling his eyebrows. "No way in the name of dickens that you could even attempt to beat that!"

Tramp put on a fake smile, allowing himself to pant and wag his tail in what he hoped was a friendly manner.

To his relief the dog catchers' truck pulled off spewing smoke behind it, blowing out what seemed a mechanical cough that nearly caused him to gag.

Gasping for air he dashed off down a side street trying to rid himself of the acrid stench that made his eyes sting.

"Whoa! I must be losing touch with reality!"

The voice was thick and husky sounding coming from somewhere nearby.

"Is it really...really you? The Tramp?"

Trying to pinpoint its' origin Tramp turned his head this way and that surveying everything around him with his still bleary eyes until with a slight grin he found his quarry sitting atop a nearby brick wall casually leaning up against where the wall met the side of a building. The dogs scruffy demeanor and unkempt brown pelt were a dead giveaway to him and his tail started wagging as recognition stabbed him and memories added clarity.

"Ralph! Well I'll be!" he barked in excitement looking up at his old friend. "Been a long time since last I saw ya friend. How're things going on your side of the tracks?"

"As good as ever" the dog cackled heartily jumping gingerly down from his perch and onto the ground nearby. "Must admit I never thought I'd see you again once you left the streets and settled down with that cute cocker spaniel. It's great to lay eyes on ya again pardner!"

Sitting on his haunches Tramp hiked up a hind leg and started scratching himself, his tongue hanging out before he stopped shaking his head causing his tongue to click as he pulled it back in.

"I see some things never change" Ralph said settling down to rest nearby a grin plastered on his face.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well thinking back you always used to scratch like that Tramp. Always thought it was an interesting quirk about you. What brings ya out here anyways friendly? Family life getting to be too much for yeh to handle?"

"No actually" Tramp answered settling down further and pulling his front paws in and yawning. "Actually being a gentle dog has been kinda fun. It's just lately things haven't been going well is all. My son he's......"

"A lot like you" Ralph interrupted with amusement. "Is he already a horny scoundrel like his dear ol dad was..." the dog paused meaningfully winking, "perhaps I should say 'is'."

"Hopefully he'll be smarter then I was" Tramp chuckled licking his own chest in embarrassment before straightening up and becoming serious.

"Actually I was wondering if you'd heard or seen anything lately that you thought was maybe a little strange. Anything out of the ordinary at all?"

"No. Not that I can think of. Everything seems pretty normal to me. Why...?"

"Well I ask because I'm worried. About a week ago Scamp, my son, well...he went missing. I've searched and searched all over town without so much as a hint of him, any morsel of news. To tell you the truth Ralph I think Buster still has him somewhere and probably is waiting for me to find them so that he can get back at me somehow."

"I will admit that is most likely" the mutt murmured shivering in distaste. "He could never get over how jealous he was of you...never could let you live your own life. I'd say it's safe to assume that wherever your son is Buster is with him, keeping him there with force or fear until he can bate you into a fight."

Tramp frowned thoughtfully his fuzzy muzzle blown slightly by the wind and his teeth showing in anger.

"If he wants a fight then he's got one!"

His brow wrinkling his anger slowly changed to one of confusion his mind racing.

"There's just one thing that I don't understand..."

"What Tramp? What more is there to think about? Buster probably wants a fight" Ralph growled his hackles raised. "That's all there is to it!"

Shaking his head Tramp laid his head down on his paws his ears curling in around the sides of his face as he pondered in silence for a few moments.

"Well Ralph, why would Buster not be somewhere waiting, constantly on the move? Why haven't I already run into him when he has Scamp? It doesn't make any sense. If he wanted a fight with me why move, why hide" he growled? "It almost feels like there has to be a reason!"

"Maybe he's waiting for something" Ralph suggested laying on his side and looking up at the sky. "Maybe he has something planned special for his revenge..."

"But Buster was never a thinker. Sure he could black mail and scheme but he always has relied on his strength. Since when would he resort to something like this?"

The scruffy dog met his eyes sharply, his gaze intense and keen.

"I would not be so quick to judge an enemy such as Buster Tramp. Even though you've always been a step ahead of him this wouldn't exactly be the most opportune time to walk into something nasty that he's worked at just for you. You could be walking into a trap. Something doesn't smell right. There has to be more to this then just a simple skirmish with Buster. I can feel it and bet my bones there's something amiss, something that I've overlooked and something that might have escaped you."

"Well either it has or it hasn't but I can't sit around here waiting for something to happen! He's got my son! I've got to end this once and for all as soon as I can find that miserable scrap of fur!"

Getting to his paws he stretched his ears standing up all of the way before once again falling back to their normal state.

"It was great to see you again Ralph. I really do hope to catch up after I do find Scamp."

"What are you talking about ya great hulking scoundrel?"

"I've got to keep looking" Tramp growled uncertainly numplused. "I will make an effort to find you again friend. I promise."

"Well fiddle sticks ya can't very well leave me here after telling me that one of your own is lost." Jumping to his feet the mutt smiled a big toothy smile, determination beating through the wagging of his long tail.

"I'm coming with you of course. Can't let ya run off to get clobbered by a Doberman all by yourself. What the hell would I tell my pups if I did? That their father was a coward? That I didn't stand by a friend who needed me? No I'm coming with ya laddie. No ifs ands or buts."

Nodding to him gratefully Tramp dipped his head and then nuzzled his old friend, relief coursing through him at the prospect of having another dog there when he did confront his old enemy.

"You don't have to come with me Ralph but if you do....thank you."

"Don't mention it" Ralph snorted gruffly. "I'm sure that you'd do the same for me if I were stuck in a rut the likes of which you are now. In a right tizzy you are. Well dear old Ralphs' on your side!"

"Right you are pal" Tramp chuckled giving the dog a quick lick on his snout. "We'd better get started. The sooner we do the more likely we are to bump into Buster."

"Let's head out then."

With that Ralph turned tail and began trotting along the dirt road for all intents and purposes looking very much like a bouncing rug that had escaped a dry rope of washing.

Running to catch up Tramp matched his pace to that of his companion every once in a while raising his nose to the air and in taking every odor that wafted his way.

Then curiously a thought struck his mind.

Taking his attention away from their search for a moment he looked at Ralph in disbelief until the mutt turned and cocked his head in response to his questioning gaze.

"What is it Tramp?"

"I didn't know you had pups of your own" he growled awe apparent in his tone.

"Well I haven't just yet have I? At least not any that I know are mine" Ralph giggled. "I readily aim to at some point but for now I enjoy creating bastards with bitches."

Bursting out with an uproarious bout of laughter at his own crude phrase Ralph held his sides writhing around and falling to the ground with mirth.

Shaking his head Tramp raised an eyebrow ever so slightly.

"Well you were right about one thing old friend."

"Hhhhaaaahaah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!! W....what's that? Ha ha ha haaa haahhaaahhhhh!!!"

Wagging his tail Tramp chuckled.

"Some things never change. And to be honest I wouldn't have it any other way....."

The taunt pull to his neck reminded him of his inability to escape. He felt that he was teetering between two evils constantly, Jewel and Buster. Both were a danger to him in some way or another although they each had their own plans concerning him. Busters' mind was all open and straightforward. Short simple and to the point. The Doberman wanted either to hurt him with more exploits like the one he had been subjected to in the park or to just have him out of the way and taken care of. Scamp was well aware that the huge dog wouldn't have any qualms about sinking teeth into his throat if and when he got the chance.

It was Jewel however that held the most fear for him.

She was detached somehow, indifferent although she showed affection to him whenever she happened to be around. The Dalmatian scared him. She felt distant and unfeeling, cold and hard although there was something that he could sense from her every time that she was with him.

She hated him with a loathing that resonated from her in waves of emotion that hit him repeatedly and always with force. But somehow she loved him with nearly a kindred feeling to how his own mother Lady felt. It wasn't as deep or as true as the relationship he shared with his mother. Somehow it was twisted bearing an attraction of some type that he didn't quite understand.

Scamp felt poised on the edge of something dark and incomprehensible. With Jewel there was no way to judge what she was thinking or what she had held in store for him. She was the unknown, her motives hidden and her reasons mysteries all except one thing. His father.

Whenever any of the others mentioned the Tramp her heart beat would quicken and it was almost as though he could see her body trembling with excitement and agitation, a crashing overwhelming cacophony of turmoil ebbing from her on the outside while eating away at her on the inside.

Whatever she felt was strongly tied up with his father.

Maybe it was something in Tramps' past before his mother.

He had always seen the careful, laid back and mannered dog that his father was for most of his life, being scolded on more then one occasion for menial and tedious things that he did wrong. Tramp was a housedog through and through and had been one of the most boring dogs in all of existence to Scamp until the pup had taken his chance and run away from home in search of angel and the gang of junkyard dogs that she ran with.

As he explored the streets and had been tested to find out his prowess for being a stray many other dogs had come forward with stories of a legend, a dog that was unequaled by any other purebred or mutt alike. They'd told him tales of a dog who defied dogcatchers on a whim, stole mountains of food from humans, someone who laughed in the face of danger, jumped in and out of it as he pleased and always somehow managed to still pad away unscathed as if it were an everyday occurrence.

It had been hard to believe that they had all been talking about the same dog until Itchy had shared a story in the park about how the Tramp had disappeared riling Busters' temper. In a rage the Doberman had butted in sitting Scamp down and mentioning that the Tramp had taken to the life of a pet because of dog named Lady.

"He met this girl see, queen of the kennel club set. Even her name leaves a foul taste in my mouth........Lady. And he gave all of it up, living on the edge of a chain, free room and board, living the cushy pillow life! And that was the day I learned, Busters' trouble is Busters' trouble......."

Even now he could remember how intense and strongly Buster had felt and he had known from that moment on that at least some of what the others had said was true.

His father Tramp and the legend among dogs that ran around flirting and staring death in the face were one and the same dog.

Scamp had struggled with excepting that once his father had been different with much of his past a mystery. Whenever he had asked about what had happened his dad had been evasive at best and whenever he had tried to bring it up with his mother she had avoided it altogether, even becoming angry at him for bringing it up.

He had never wanted to think of his father carefree and mating other dogs before his mother but the more he thought about it, the more logically it fit together.

If only he'd been able to get an honest answer before now when his life depended on it.

Jewel had very mixed confused feelings when it came to Tramp, of that he was sure. Why she continued keep Buster away from him made even less sense then anything else.

He would have to keep on his paws and take it upon himself to discover what she really felt if he were to have a chance at being able to get out of his currant predicament.

Most of his focus lay on the rope that kept him held fast, the little lead that it gave him allowing him near no freedom. He tugged at it experimentally arching his neck at an angle and jerking with all of his might. The force of it caused his collar to dig into his skin and he whimpered in dismay trying to slip it over his head with the kicking of one of his hind legs. Besides jingling the diamond shaped license that dangled from the middle of it under his chin it all seemed in vain, only zapping his strength from him and causing him to pant.

Resting he gazed around him to make sure that no one had witnessed his attempts to break his lead. Thankfully the yard was deserted save for the garbage everywhere he turned.

Somehow it had gotten more cluttered then he remembered it.

He was just preparing himself to try again when he yipped in surprise as a soft feminine voice echoed through the yard, ricocheting here and there and filling his eardrums with the lilting jazzy tune.

"He's a scamp, he's a whirlwind....breakin new hearts that come his way he's a scamp, they adore him...there goes Tramps' son their proud to say He's a scamp, quite the stud there, making dogs howl everyday He's a scamp, has a 'big one, naughty pup dog knows just how to play"

The lyrics as he listened to them brought a blush to the skin under his fur and he backpedaled away from the sound of it, until his heels met hard compact garbage.

From the shadows a dog strutted nonchalantly whisking her tail to and fro as her strong voice carried the tune and she winked at him coyly all the time drawing steadily nearer to him.

She was different then most dogs he'd ever seen, a mutt of some sort but very beautiful. The dog could've been some sort of cross between a golden retriever and a shepherd of sorts although she was slender and tall. Her coat was a tawny sable color smooth along the lines of her body so that ever contour and outline showed sleek and tantalizing before his eyes. Her tail was long and solid with some fluff to it near it's base while her ears stood up all of the way in a pointed arch like a wolfs' would.

The feature that drew him in however were her eyes, long eyelashes that gave them an elegant appeal while the irises were a deep grayish green, both of them glinting back at him set amid a mildly freckled face.

"Why hello there" she giggled sitting down beside him.

"Um....hello" he said hesitantly unsure if he should be on his guard or be friendly. "Who are you?"

"Such a simple question for Tramps' son to ask" she quipped back answering back almost right after he had said it. "The names Ivy..." the dog bowed gracefully, "Ivy at your service stud."

Chuckling Scamp dipped his head and wagged his tail.

"Nice to meet you Ivy. I must admit...I've never seen you around here with the others. Good to finally see someone who's happy instead of either afraid or angry."

"Indeed. But now might I be the one to ask a question" she growled in a teasing way sitting down across from him?

As far as he could tell he was around two thirds her size although she was at the most his age, maybe even younger.

"Scamp?"

Shaking his head he realized with dismay that he'd been staring at her with his tongue hanging out of his mouth in excitement. Bashfully he slunk a bit giving himself a shake to hide his unease. "Yes?"

"May I ask a question" she repeated licking her lips and nodding at him as if in understanding of his blunder?

"Sure" he said emphatically making an effort to answer her quick this time.

Slowly she got to her paws and wandered over to sniff along the chord that held him until her nose touched the small of his neck. Ivy was well meaning but he got the feeling that this was meant to toy with him further as he caught her scent for the first time pungent and warm, sweet and yet strongly bitter with wild provoking odors that made his head swim. She was in heat.

Gulping and trying to keep his cool he turned and meet her eyes nervously.

"Why are you tied up here? Are you dangerous or just someone that a stranger wants to keep under their paw for no reason at all?"

"Let's just say I got in with the wrong crowd Ivy. Ever heard of Buster?"

"He's a hot piece of male" she chuckled wiggling her eyebrows. "What about him?"

"Buster doesn't like me at all and he's keeping me here" Scamp admitted wondering how much he really should tell her. He didn't know if this was another trick or if she was genuine but she could prove useful. If he played it right maybe she would become an avenue to his freedom and getting back at Buster once and for all.

"I was wondering if you might be so kind as to set me free" he mentioned casually tilting his head so that she could see clearly where the rope was fastened to his collar. "I'd be most grateful if you would at least try to get me out of this."

She cocked her head as if contemplating the idea.

"I'd love to help you Scamp, however why should I? How could you make it worth my while" she growled batting her eyelashes at him? "It's only fair that I get something in return. You can't get something for nothing after all."

"True" he said dipping his head and trying to think of something that he could use to bargain with that he possessed.

"I'm a housedog as you probably guessed already. I could bring ya human food sometime, or you could eat out of my dog bowl sometime...."

"As nice as that sounds I think I'll pass on the idea" she said still grinning and wagging her tail.

Wracking his brains poor Scamp shifted from one idea to the next trying to find one that would work. He was close enough to freedom that he could taste it and yet it so very easily was just outside of his grasp and slipping away from him getting further and further by the second.

Suddenly her voice cut into his thoughts and causing him to snap back into reality.

"Tell you what hot stuff, I free you, you come with me and you do exactly what I say for the rest of today and then when evening comes around and the sun sinks you're free to go about your own life again provided you pay me the occasion visit."

"I'd do anything you say" he whispered softly meeting those gray green eyes of hers with his own.

One of them winked at him.

"Oh I have no doubt that you will."

He shivered as he felt her soft wet tongue slide along his cheek and then her hot breath once again near his neck as she began knawing at the connection between his collar and the rope. She chewed along where it was strained and bent over the bridge of his collar, tearing into it with her sharp teeth. He could hear the material giving with a snap it all dropped from him leaving him in a way naked.

"T...thank you Ivy" he yipped shaking himself and giving her a gentle lick along one of her ears. "I appreciate it a lot."

"Alrighty, now that your free, follow me and keep close. We've got to get out of this junk heap and into a more inspiring place to set the mood for what I have in mind. Come on."

Turning around she darted along the few places of uncluttered ground that the yard had to offer, dodging past each mound and pile as if she knew the place quite well and was all too familiar with where to go. Pushing away his doubts he tore after her only just keeping up as they skirted garbage and old furniture, old smelly food and other odd contraptions laying about on top of each other to form mammoth jungle gym type stacks of waste.

She was headed for a bit of the yard that he didn't know very well. Abruptly she surprised him by leaping forward and in-between a rack of raggedy clothing and an old wooden board that had since been used as a scratching board and a chew toy. Wedged in smack dab mid the two was a piece of pipe much smaller then the one at the main entrance but just big enough for him to crawl through. Up ahead he could just make out Ivys' body inching forward through the partially dark tunnel and towards a bright light at the other end.

Hunching down on his belly he followed suit, pushing himself forward, guided by his forepaws and given strength and force with bracing his hind paws against the bottom half of the pipe.

After a couple of minutes he emerged into the sunlight on the other side in the middle of a grassy field that much resembled the park with the exception that it wasn't as rolling and uneven. For all intents and purposes they had come out on the outskirts of town along the boarders of a farm, a reddish barn just visible in the distance and a corn field just south of it.

"We made it" Ivy shouted barking jubilantly and leaping about. "I knew we would! Come Scamp! Come run with me!"

Both dashed across the green side by side, tails held out like banners and paws thundering lightly over the smooth emerald carpet below them. They nipped at each other's haunches and legs playfully gamboling about in seemingly innocent foreplay.

Panting and coming to a stop Scamp noticed that they were not alone.

Nearby a enormous dog was headed their way, proudly sniffing the air with it's cropped ears up and on the alert. He froze fearfully.

"Uh....Ivy?"

"Yes Scamp, what is it?"

"There's a big dog headed this way. He's pretty big...should we make a run for it?"

Curiously she looked to where he had motioned for her too her eyes becoming wide when they first settled on the dog before they took on a cheery sparkle.

"You needn't bother about being worried. That's Kelick that is. The most lovable Great Dane you'll ever meet!"

"Oh..."

Ignoring his surprise Ivy rose to her paws, her tail betraying how excited she was as she howled out a greeting as the galloping Dane drew up even with them, his jowls swinging in time with his steps.

"How goes it ol friend...what'dya know what'dya say?"

"What'dya say what'dya know" he replied before drawing close and nuzzling her. "It's always a treat to see you Ivy! It's been forever! What have you been up to?"

Kelicks' voice was thundering and low although it still rang smooth to Scamps' ears. Getting to his paws he wagged his tail hoping that such a huge dog wouldn't attack him.

"Hi."

"Oh Kelick I almost forgot, I've found us a new playmate" Ivy whined nearly beside herself with glee. "He can stay for most of the rest of the day and have fun with us! His name is Scamp."

Scamp smiled sniffing at the other dog who in turn sniffed him in welcome.

"Glad to meet you Scamp" Kelick woofed wagging his long tail. "Good to finally meet you."

"Finally?" Scamp was baffled at the Danes' hint at knowing him already.

"What do you mean? How do you know my name Kelick? Have we met before?"

"No" Kelick admitted chuckling good-naturedly. "But who hasn't heard of Scamp, the dog who broke out of the pound with his father? It's a fantastic story to be sure and I'm thrilled that you're here instead of there lil guy."

"I wasn't aware that anyone would know about that."

"Dog's talk" Ivy said matter of factly starting to pad away, Kelick after her. Scamp followed them uncertainly noting that they were headed for a doghouse just adjacent to a tree. Probably Kelicks' home he surmised.

"So Ivy...what kind of fun game are we going to play with Scamp here" the Dane asked his friend curiously as they neared the doghouse? Scamp had wondered that as well and was relieved that Kelick had asked it first although he was itching to know what Ivy could possibly be playing at.

"Well to play this game I need you on your back with your head resting against that dog hovel you call a house Kelick."

Grumbling in amusement Kelick padded over and flopped down on his side, rolling over onto his back and splaying his paws. Scamp cocked his head and met the Dane's gaze, receiving a shrug from the other male.

"Scamp, why don't you lay on his stomach on your back, that'll work out best since you're the lightest of us" she growled nudging him with her nose.

Trying to be careful about it and still confused as ever Scamp did as she said, hoping up and settling himself in with his back in the curve of the Kelicks' chest and belly. Every breath caused his whole body to rise and fall as the bigger dogs' two forepaws hooked around his shoulders to secure him in place.

"Perfect. For now leave the rest to me" she exclaimed licking her lips. Slowly she sauntered over to stand between both sets of their hind legs. Then she lay down bringing her nose to press up against his tail.

Shuddering he looked down just in time to see her eyes close as with a jolt he felt her tongue delving in, lathering along the skin to his opening. He grunted in surprise and whined his anal ring flexing involuntarily as it was invaded by Ivys' wet appendage. He had guessed that when she had hinted at payment that she had been referring to something of a sexual nature but nothing like this!

It felt strange and yet soothing, every new corner or bit of skin inside of him that she touched sent a tingling feeling up his spine as he wriggled still held fast by the Dane's paws. Infact Ivy must have been doing something to Kelick as well for the big dog was breathing harder, groaning and blowing his hot breath along Scamps' ears.

They were both panting as Ivy kept up her ministrations, her tongue snaking further in and causing him to become more excited and aroused then he would've thought possible in relation to something so different.

A bit of red had slowly began to peek out of it's home in his sheath and he panted as more and more of it became visible before his eyes. His penis throbbed into the open world pulsing with every lick that Ivy gifted him.

Kelick took initiative and reached a paw down to fondle Scamp before wrapping his paw digits around Scamps' cock and giving it a firm squeeze.

With a whimper he leaned back craning up and licking under Kelicks' chin while the Dane began to pull down his sheath at just the right angle to expose more of Scamps' preing shaft.

Ivy must be pawing him and licking me under my tail while he's pawing me off he realized letting a pleasured moan escape his muzzle. By now his cock was drooling and leaking pre down the huge paw that gave it attention and soon he felt something new poking at his backside.

Ivy had stopped licking him and had raised her head so that she was looking at them both, her eyes filled with lustful haze.

"I think you're ready Kelick" she panted catching her breath. "Scamp brace yourself stud. This'll hurt for just a moment but I promise it'll feel amazing soon. I'll guide you in...."

His mind wasn't working right and all he could do was shake as he felt something big and wet and sticky pressed up against my tail, then up and just outside my ring, rubbing up against his sensitive flesh.

"Ivy....what...Oh! Ooohhhhhhh!!!! Nnnnaaahhhhhgggggg!!!!!"

Kelicks' Dane meat was penetrating him, slipping in and up filling every spare inch of his insides. Scamp hadn't really been prepared for this or warned and as a result a long shot of pre squirted form him shooting up to splatter on his heaving chest as he gasped and cried out.

The bigger male moaned along with him, thrusting up into him and sending fireworks through his mind as the tapered pulsating tip battered against something that felt incredibly good. Kelick pulled out a bit before pushing in again and hitting that same spot that sent Scamps' body into blissful heaven.

He was only dimly aware of Ivy padding around and raising one of her legs over both of them until she stood over him, her hind legs standing on either side of Kelicks' body.

Leaning down she licked him lining herself up with him until his tip was hovering just along the lower lip of her quivering mound.

"What a dog! Mate me stud!"

With that she slid down and he sunk deep inside of her, her pussy schlorped around his cock, engulfing him entirely and leaking her sexual fluids down past his knot to pool in thin trickles along his fuzzy sack. She gasped and he howled as he was ridden on both sides.

Kelick huffed picking up the pace and pistoning into Scamp in wild abandon while dragging his long tongue along the back of the schnauzers scuff and along his neck only adding to the stimulation.

"Oh Scamp!!! Sc...Sca.....Ahhhhhh!"

Ivy threw her head skyward and pushed up and down along him her passage clenching around him, her neither lips kissing the edge of his knot and hungrily hugging it. He could feel how delightfully full he made her feel and he growled lustily as he heard Kelicks' deep voice faltering near his ear.

"So....t...tight!! Oh yeah! I think I'm going to cum!"

"Nnnnnggghhhhhhh! I....Iv....y! Keeeeeey lick!!!! Aaaaahhhhh!"

His tongue lay useless out one side of his mouth as he rocked his body back and forth between being humped and humping, from pleasure to pleasure. The young dogs' senses were overwhelmed and completely overcome with the scent of their mating, the sounds and sights and strongest of all the feelings that grew and grew until they became unbearable.

The pup whimpered once feeling his balls pull tight against his body, readying themselves for the inevitable. And then the feeling rode higher and higher and higher until it reached the point where there was no turning back.

Scamp came just barely before Kelick, spurred along by the bigger dogs hammering humps that battered up against his already oversensitive prostate.

"NNnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhoowwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

He howled and erupted just as Ivy slammed down on him pushing his knot halfway in and spraying his spooge into her fertile womb. Kelick shivered and rocked his body as with a loud bark an audible splurt sounded and Scamp felt warmth fill up his ass, some of it dripping down to rest on the grass underneath them.

Ivy for her part was the last to climax, her body spasming and squeezing him as she whined, leaning down and hugging herself to him her beautiful face scrunched up in what would seem like an expression of pain save for the drool that feel from her mouth to land on the surface of Scamps' snout.

Then a few moments later she collapsed atop him panting heavily, a feeling of pleasant afterglow creeping in as the blissful orgasmic twinges ebbed away and died down.

Waiting until he gained his breath back Scamp spoke.

"Wow! That was incredible!"

"That it was" Kelick growled nibbling along his ear.

"I agree" Ivy giggled deviously looking into Scamps' eyes. "And just think, we've got the rest of the day for more fun! This is just the beginning!"

With a turn of her head their muzzles locked and Scamp met her tongue with his, primal instincts taking over and becoming the only thing that mattered to him as for the second time his arousal grew and his appetite for mating once again flared.

He'd head back to the junk yard later after the rest of their fun. Wagging his small fluffy tail he growled playfully and sucked on Ivys' nose gently eliciting a deep murr from her.

He knew he was ready for another round...

Tramp and Ralph continued their search with zeal, disregarding nothing as they made their way across town, noises pressed to the ground, ears primed for any sound or disturbance out of the ordinary. A few times they halted and explored, combing alleyways and streets, back ways and neighborhoods, uptown, downtown, the villas, the park, the tracks that ran on the outskirts...everywhere.

A feeling of foreboding hit Tramp as they continued on.

He knew without a doubt that whatever he was looking for lay in the junkyard. He was sure of it almost to a point where he felt they were wasting time looking anywhere else.

By not it was late after and the sun had started to cool a little from its' midday heat. The sky was a sickly golden gray as if bruised by summer rain that had fallen regularly the past few days. Birds tweeted merrily, cats dug around in the garbage or climbed trees as the two padded by fearing a chase and in some ways relishing a kind of thrilled excitement at the prospect.

Unfortunately for them it was all in vain and they sat in the leafy boughs with disappointment.

As they neared the yard he took the lead, Ralph flanking his left side. Cautious and on edge the schnauzer entered the pipe making a mental effort to slow his paws and keep his toes from clicking on the hard concrete of the short tunnel. Most of the way he did manage silence.

However there was a bit where he became too sure of himself and he brought down his paw with a small resounding snap. Tramp growled cursing himself inwardly as they both leapt down out of the tunnel and into the yard. Shadows danced off of a multitude of glistening objects in haphazard piles here and there, poking out at various angles from the clutter.

The silence was too complete, too silent and his heart sank. They'd already walked into a trap but he explored nonetheless, his nose seeking out smells and scents avidly, finally picking up the one that gave him hope.

Scamp!

Motioning with a paw to Ralph he followed the trail doggedly as it wound this way and that. A few places it reeked strongly of sex and he snarled imaging his son vulnerable like that.

His nose led him to a bit of ground that was flat where a limp rope lay and Scamps' scent mingled with a new one, the smell of female heat there for him to read as well. From the looks of it, both scents were headed towards the back of the yard which he confirmed, walking along the trail to a small pipe just at the back before walking back to Ralph and the gnawed bit of rope.

"I think Scamp escaped Buster Ralph" he said his voice dripping relief. "I believe he actually escaped...with the help of a friend!"

Ralph was about to reply. He was cut short however by a throaty laugh that turned the blood cold in their veins before making it boil.

It was Buster.

The black dog walked assuredly through the entrance in a lazy gate, sneering at them and clicking his tongue.

"Scampster did escape unfortunately..." he growled facing them, " which is more then I can say for you. It's great to see ya again Tramp, I'm glad that you decided to finally come out here and join my party. Also looks like ya brought along a friend."

"Buster, we don't want any trouble" Ralph growled. " we just came looking for the kid. If it's all the same to you we'll be on our way now."

"I wouldn't stand for that old timer. You only just got here and I promise this'll be a night that all others here on after will pale to in comparison."

"Why have you always hated me Buster" Tramp asked? "What did I ever do to cause you to despise me so much? Couldn't you have moved on with your life...you didn't need me here with you. Without me, you're top dog. What's so terrible about that."

"Because you betrayed me!"

As Tramp had talked the Doberman had gotten restless loosing his poise and hunching down baring his teeth.

"We shared troubles together, did everything together, rutted females as well as each other...escaped the pound as pups, started a gang of our own and you really can't grasp why I'd be angry" Buster barked spittle actually flying from his muzzle?

"I came to you! I came to you and told you about Lady! It's not like a dropped it like a weight on your thick skull. I told you I loved her, I let you know how I felt and you couldn't find it in yourself to be happy for me! Yes I did fight off some of our friends in that alley but it was because they were attacking her. I couldn't have very well just stood back and watched!"

By now both of them were snarling and bent low circling each other while Ralph looked on, saliva falling from them both.

"You were mine Tramp, I was your pack mate and you just left. You let yourself get caught for that bitch and nearly taken back to the pound. That's not love! It's blind mutt!"

"It was my choice to make, not yours......"

Tramp ran his claws along the soft dirt sinking them deep into it and getting some of it under them. He needed to be ready with a sure grip if his enemy did attack.

"And that my dear Tramp is where you'd be mistaken!!!"

A third voice sounded from just behind him and Tramp yipped turning to lay eyes on Jewel as she strode along and sat on her haunches looking at him coldly.

"Jewel? What....."

She cut him off.

"You always saw being a free dog as being able to just walk over everyone else! Like you were entitled to just forget everything we went through, every dog you've been with including me" the Dalmatian dripped venom, showing none of the sweet side that she had to him earlier.

"What are you talking about? You're not siding with Buster on this? I would've stood by you against our problems but neither of you owned me. It wasn't your place to try to tell me how to live my life Jewel. I know now that it was wrong of me to treat you or anyone else like that but things change" he growled softly bowing his head in shame. "I was once a scoundrel who didn't care about who's feelings I was hurting. I just wanted to live it up and experience adventure and excitement wherever I could dig it up."

Slowly he raised his head to meet her eyes.

"I never meant to hurt you Jewel and if I did I'm sorry" he whined. "But I'm not the same dog that I once was...."

"Not the same dog? Of course you are" she barked. "Dogs!"

As soon as her voice sounded louder canines slunk forward out of the shadows in a semi circle of growling, snarling salivating dogs. There were too many of them to even really consider fighting head on and running would only cause them to scatter and come at them from all sides.

"Back up slowly, but don't turn your back" Tramp warned as they edged back from the line of teeth.

"Oh come on Tramp! We can take em!" Ralph growled shaking his head.

"No. Let's think this through. There's got to be a way around them."

"I'm gonna clear a path for us through these lowlifes!"

Ralph actually stopped and started towards the dogs much to Tramps' dismay.

"Ralph! Wait! Don't!"

But it was too late.

Three dogs broke from the others meeting the mongrel with gnashing jaws. He was constantly turning to try and keep them all in front of him and yet two of them always took his sides while the other inched its way around behind him. Barreling into one of them he knocked the dog down chewing it's ear and causing it to shriek out in pain.

Soon however he was reminded of the other two by a sharp blinding pain. He wheeled about to try and disengage one biting down deep into his haunch only making it hurt worse. Meanwhile the other rammed him from the other side driving the wind from his lungs and sending him to the ground. In moments he was pinned down, panting and trying in vain to get up until one of the dogs leaned down and grasped his throat.

"Hold still and watch and maybe...just maybe we'll let you live mutt" it hissed in a no nonsense tone.

Whining he turned his gaze back to Tramp who by now had nowhere to go.

The gray dog was corned and cut off on every side, a few barrels and a tall wooden fence the only place without enemies. It was on a dirt bit, the ground cool underpaw, smooth and just the slightest bit slippery. Flexing his toes he watched them all come to a stop around him, utterly and truly trapping him.

"It is a little late for apologizes Tramp and I know you don't mean them. What you have to under is that I am the last female you'll ever do this too" Jewel declared sharply relishing his uncertainty. "I loved you once you magnificent scoundrel" she almost whispered from her place at the front of her gang. "I took you to that hill overlooking the city, my favorite spot and shared a night with you and then you just left. You betrayed me, took my heart and then I find that you give it to someone else....a pet!? And what's worse you turn pet yourself and leave freedom?"

"Jewel...we were friends and yes we did share a night together but I didn't mean to lead you on" he growled still poised and ready should any of the dogs attack him.

"I was young. I made mistakes but I never told you that I loved you as anything more then a friend. You knew who and what I was when it happened and you did it anyway. I can't be faulted for that!"

"YOU LEFT ME!!! And you can't justify it Tramp, you never can! I gave you everything and you spat it back at me and didn't think two bones about it."

There was an icy silence as Tramp hung his head in defeat.

"So helping me find Scamp was a lie, a ploy for some last fling with me? Accusing me for following my feelings after I made it clear how I felt before I left is unfair. I fell in love with Lady not you" he said calmly. "You used me and have now turned on me because of some idea you had in your mind of us together once. How can you stand there and make me out to be the only one that's messed up. I never meant to lead you on but I also never said anything that should've given you that idea."

"You mated me....you were my first and you were beautiful. I let myself have you, touch you, smell you and when you went away life didn't make sense anymore" Jewel shivered furiously. "And now you will pay! Buster he's all yours."

He looked at her grimly, his face somewhere between sadness and pity.

The Doberman for his part muscled his way through the dogs to stand just a ways off, the two of them in a small ring much like a cock fight arena.

"I've waited a long time for this Tramperoo. No games or tricks, nowhere to run and no one else to come between us. Just you and me in a fair fight...helps that there are spectators as well so that there is never once again a doubt about who the king of the streets is."

"Buster....."

Tramp didn't get out anything before the bigger dog leapt at him. Just in time he sidestepped away out of the reach of his adversaries jaws. Jumping back he reared up meeting the dobbie on his hind legs, both of them seeking out a weakness to the other. Buster bit one of his shoulders while he succeeded in scoring a bite to the Dobermans' ear.

Pushing off against Buster the gray dog slipped underneath the other male and nipped at his legs, returning to his paws quick enough to avoid putting himself in reach of his rival.

By now he could feel the anger rolling off Buster in waves and was suddenly caught up in just avoiding those teeth. He found himself pushed back against the wall, being driven back without room to maneuver away. Panic washed over him and he first tried to dodge left. The Dobermans teeth were there and he just avoided them. He next tried going right and found the same there and then faster then he would've deemed possible the black dog rammed forward, the big muscled head connecting with his side and lifting him off his paws.

He couldn't breath for a millisecond and then he his back met that fence with a loud crack, pain bursting through his mind and causing him to cry out.

Not only was the air pushed from his body but it felt like it had been replaced with pure agony that raced up his spine and put him in shock. Shakily he tried to get to his feet only to have Buster right there to knock him to the ground again only this time without teeth.

He's toying with me.

Tramp attempted desperately to stand, to fight back but his legs were too shaky. He growled once and then panted and let his head rest on the ground finally giving in. Chest heaving he didn't fight back when Buster turned him over and stared into his eyes one massive paw on his chest holding him down.

"You've become soft boyo...accustomed to the leash and the life that comes with it" Buster growled drool falling from his muzzle to drip down the shnauzers face. "My revenge however isn't just beating you....."

"Then.....w...what is it?" Tramp panted still breathless.

"I'm gonna show them what you really are....."

The paw on the gray mutts' chest began to circle along through the fur, stroking lower and lower with velvety hard pads until it tickled the fur around his sheath. With practiced gentleness Buster slipped a paw digit into it rubbing a bit before withdrawing at the first sign of exposed pinkish red.

He leaned in closer wrapping his paw along the emerging shaft and smirking down at the smaller dog mockingly.

"You always were my toy....and you always did like me dominating you pup."

Grunting and trying to control his body the schnauzer tried to paw Buster away uselessly as a single tear of pre leaking from his cock spurred along by the huge paw.

"I'll give you some credit, I'm surprised you're still fighting what you like."

The paw strokes became more firm and rhythmic, pumping at sensitive flesh that bobbed and drooled fluids, mucking the brown fur with splotches of clear. Some of the watchers had taken up toying with themselves aside from Julie and the three with Ralph.

Tramp was panting for an entirely different reason now, his eyes trying to keep focus and not roll in the obvious bliss that was rolling through his body. He whimpered as one of Busters' pads came in contact with the edge of his forming knot, the nub forming at his base.

The Pincher laughed and brought his other paw to caress and rub along that ball of flesh in lust filled amusement. "Always knew how to press your buttons my friend....."

He began squeezing the fat knot firmly between his paws facing the pads in to run along the sides with a stroking motion in-between each pulse.

"Aaahhhhhhhhhhhh nnnnnnnngggghhhhh!"

The smaller dog couldn't help letting out a pleasured cry as his dick spewed out a huge string of precum, thicker and closer to the real thing. Despite himself the mutt was bucking into that paw helplessly his instinct kicking in and forcing him to want release. His hips thrusting upward against those heavenly pads he came so close! Then right when he thought he'd blow Buster stopped a knowing smile on his face.

Tramp whined pitifully.

Then he froze sensing another sensation just under his tail poking at his opening. His eyes flew wide as realization dawned on him, his enemy taking his time to feel out where the warm opening was. Once Buster had his cock in position he rocketed forward burying his entire length deep into that clenching pucker. Tramp gasped, whining and shaking his cock dripping more liquid.

Buster hunched forward flopping down on his side, his shaft still buried inside of the schnauzers' ass.

"You know you like what I'm giving you puppy. Why don't you raise a hind leg so they can see how much you like it" the dobbie growled dominantly pulling Tramp closer to him with his front paws.

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A flood of pleasured expressions contorted Busters face as he grunted, starting to thrust a bit faster into his once friend, violating him shamelessly and drawing moans and growls from the other canine.

Tramps' vocalizations were music to Busters ears and he kept up his thrusting, spreading that ass again and again, his tip spearing and massaging that one spot deep within his enemy that made him whimper and bend to pleasure, the gland that gave him utter control over his victim. From the sounds of it, he must be hammering the mutts prostate like a pro!

After a few more moments the smaller dog couldn't take it anymore, his pleasure becoming unbearable. His balls churned with the coming load and pulled closer to his body, his face scrunched up and his cock began spasming as he threw back his head and howled at the moon.

"Bussteraaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

A thick volley of puppy batter erupted from Tramp in a blast of white, followed soon by another that shot out further to paint the ground in puddles. All throughout this Buster kept thrusting faster and more urgently, all care gone from him now that he had proved his point, soon he snarled and then barked out as those soft walls around him overpowered his cock and sent it over the brink. Painting Tramp's insides with his potent mess he hugged the mutt closer gently licking the back of the schnauzers' neck.

Chuckling the Doberman pulled himself from his rival earning a whine from the gray dog and motioning to Jewel that it was time.

She smiled and winked at him as he left the Tramp in a pool of their combined jizz. Then slowly she padded over to stand beside the beaten and abused dog placing her paw on his chest

"What you have seen has been warranted. This is Tramps' true place in life after all that he's done to hurt other dogs, all of his careless flings and his disregard for anything besides lust. Let this be a warning to you all that The Tramp is beaten, that he no longer should be considered a legend because he isn't one and he never was anything more then a mutt who let his desires get in the way of things that really mattered."

She paused momentarily scanning her audience with a smile.

"Now it is finished and he is going to pay the final price...."

Scamps' heart was beating fast and furious in his chest.

The day had been filled with 'fun' up to this point with many hours he'd spent with Kelick and Ivy. They'd frolicked and horsed around for a long time and he couldn't remember a day where he'd explored so much or felt so carefree and blissful in all his life.

When it had been time to leave they had both offered to walk him home and escort him in case of trouble. So they had started out padding down a windy road that left the farm behind and back towards town, brush thick and covering each side of the little path with rows of flowers leaning to the west as the sun began to sink down in the distance below the few cloudbanks that had managed to form during their heavenly cycle.

A slight breeze blew raked them as they once again plodded down the streets and that was what had given him warning, his first hint that he couldn't yet return home and have everything resolved.

They were at that time only a few blocks away from the junk yard and he could smell his fathers' scent flooding him and weaving away towards the very danger that he had escaped. The smell was near another, both filled with agitation and hope interlocking and mingling in some places and in others breaking apart as if looking for something.

Me...

Slowly he plodded to a stop bending to sniff along the ground for trace bits of information about the other dog scent with his dad. Was it a friendly scent? Perhaps one of Tramps old aqquiantances?

"Scamp" Ivy growled stopping and watching him curiously when she realized that he had begun sniffing with such intense purpose. "What is it?"

"Hold on...I think I....I smell my father."

"Your father? What? What does that have to do with getting you home?"

"There's a dog headed straight towards us guys" Kelick woofed suddenly the fur along his neck bristling a bit. "What should we do? It looks like a hound...no wait. There are two dogs headed for us, one is a hound. There other is smaller and black."

Inquisitive Scamp looked up just in time to catch sight of the two dogs that Kelick had mentioned. His heart gave a great leap!

"Jock!? Trusty!? Is that you?"

Upon hearing his voice both swerved hard and raced up to him tails wagging happily.

"Mmmmmmy my weelllll howdy there Scamp! We've been looking all over fer you" Trust chuckled in his sleered voice.

"Aye laddie! Where've ya been Scamp? I've had to trounce around follow in' that ruddy nose of his and worried sick out of my pelt with thee rest of yer family!"

The scotty dog sat down and itched himself, a stern look on his face as if he felt it time to berate his adopted nephew.

"It's Buster again....he caught me when I first disappeared and nearly got Colette and Annette and Danielle too." Plunging on he interrupted both of them hurriedly for fear that he wouldn't get his point across in time. "I escaped but my dad seems to have gone to the junkyard looking for me and I'm afraid that he'll run into trouble. What should we do? Buster has a lot of dogs that will do whatever he says...not to mention Julie."

"Enough said" Trusty thundered. "Head for the yard with yer friends and see what's going on...hold em at bay!"

Ivy tried to interject.

"But......

"Meanwhile me'n Jock'll go rustle up some humans and be back to settle the soundrels right good!"

"We'll do what? Have ya gone even more daft mann?" Jock snapped incredulously at his friend. "An exactly which humans will we be rousting at this hour of the evening might I ask?"

Already turning tail the hound plodded away from them at a breakneck pace.

"Come along! There's uh....noooo.....no time to loose!"

Shaking his head Jock shrugged rolling his eyes at Scamp once again dashing to keep up with his much larger pal.

"There'll just be no reasoning with em. Head for the yard laddie....we'll try to bring back help as fast as our wee stick old legs can."

Just like that they both were gone.

Sighing teasingly Ivy chuckled.

"Well this is a right terrible turn of events."

"I'll owe you" Scamp said smiling sheepishly at her. "Will you both please come back with me to the yard? You could help me a ton and perhaps save my father."

"Seems we have no choice" Ivy grumbled. "You will owe both of us big time."

"I think it's worth a shot though" Kelick yipped in excitement. "I'd love to crack some skulls beside the great Tramp! Always wanted to meet him! This could be our chance Ivy, think about it!"

"You big lug, didn't know you wanted to be a hero...Lead on stud" she growled winking at him reassuringly even though her words showed that she was a little perturbed. "It's a good thing you're so cute."

That was how, he and Kelick and Ivy had come to be back in the tunnel, creeping as silently as they could once more slipping into the paws of danger. It seemed that he never could seem to shake it no matter how he tried. Ever since he was a pup he'd gotten into trouble granted that it hadn't come anywhere near something as deadly and serious as this was.

They entered the yard and immediately he was hit by all of the scents of dogs. They were here alright along with his father and that other canine that was unfamiliar to him. Slithering in among the garbage he could just make out a ring of dogs in one of the far corners, all standing around a prone exhausted form laying out on the ground with a Dalmatian inching her muzzle down closer and closer to his neck.

He had never seen his father look so beaten down, so weak and tired.

Turning back to the others he whispered quickly as something he never knew existed snapped inside of him.

"Come on! We've got to get to the Tramp now!"

Then turning he flew over the ground seeing red as rage lent speed to his paws as he covered the distance barreling into one of the dogs along the circle who yipped in fear and shock turning tail and running away allowing him acess to his father. Kelick a few paw lengths off to his right bulldozed through a couple of dogs scattering them this way and that as he snarled at them causing a few to turn tail although few did.

Ivy for her part flew at Jewel colliding with her and knocking her backward, the two of them wrestling on the ground.

Giving his dad a quick lick on the cheek he turned to face down any that came near him and watching Kelick wade into the canines, his lips throwing drool about as he bit and scratched, using his weight to overwhelm Jewels' minions.

Scamp turned this way and that knawing on the belly of dog and sending it howling. Another took it's place and he waited until it leapt before he jumped out of the way so that it crashed into the barrels behind him and sent the others rolling into the crowd.

He couldn't remember when he'd ever used every one of his senses for something as simple and yet vital as his own survival and protecting someone he cared for and admired so deeply. Never before had he had to stand like this and face dog after dog and either outmatch them with his ferocity or outwit them with his mind to force them to fall prey to his advantage. Fear pumped adreneline through his veins making him think faster and tense up quicker then his foes.

Kelick fought two dogs at once going from one to the other and switching between using his body weight or his teeth.

Ivy still entangled in a rolling yipping bout with Julie was giving the Dalmatian a run for her money and as he sent yet another dog running he relised that only one other dog stood in the yard staring at him with interest. It was a dog he knew wouldn't run, a dog who had pleaged him ever since he had first run off to explore what it felt like to be a stray.

Buster.

"Well kid, I'm impressed. You leave me speechless and give me hope" the Doberman chided insultingly. "It's a shame that you're throwing it all away for a pathetic father like you have...I can almost see the old him, the real Tramp in you right now, the indominatible spirit, the force of wildness that I never thought I'd see again...least of all from you Scampadoodle. Yet here you are, looking like the 'king' of stray used to in his prime. Why not take his place...we could feed each others' legend but making sure that no one doubted our power or our resolve to show strength...."

"And then what? Have you turn on me like you did before Buster...trick me, fool me, use me and then attack me when my back is turned" the pup growled seething in righteous rage.

"I don't want to be known as anything like you. You have nothing strong in your life...nothing that I want. I have a home, a family that loves me, friends that have stood by me and that I can trust to do what they say!"

"You little pibsqueak. I didn't think ya had it in ya. Fair is fair and you don't have to join me" Buster snarled inching closer, all suave coolness gone from his demeanor. "However that doesn't mean that I have to leave you alive now does it?"

"Well everyday out here is a test of survival as you once said...this is the final one I guess...."

Buster leapt and he ran, ran like he never had run before, his lungs burning as he spead through the junk, feeling the Dobermans' hot breath always just behind him. He had to head for the tunnel....maybe he could tire Buster out with just running...ellude him long enough until Jock and Trusty brought back help. How long had it been already? The courage deflated from him he diverted towards the exit his breath ragged and labored as he made it just as Buster bashed into him.

The force of the blow sent him hurtling through the air to land head over tail out on the other side in the grass.

Before he could get up, there was the all too heavy paw bearing down on him, the teeth pulling back in a huge devilish smile of triumph about him and then the mouth opening and........being suddenly jerked away from him sharply.

Scamp blinked in surprise noticing his own feelings mirrored in Busters face. He'd been caught, a tight rope around his neck and the other end held by a dog catcher, a tall and build man who grimaced and pulled meaningfully on the other end, dragging Buster towards a green vehicle that only went one way for any dog. The pound.

The big dog was stunned into silence as he pulled and still the man tugged him along, he tugged and the human yanked all the harder on the lead causing him to choke. A few moments later after some struggling he had been loaded in the back of the pickup, in the cage connected to the back.

The sound of the engine exploded into the night as the dogcatchers truck drove away, leaving Scamp laying on his back, dazed and thankfully for the favorable turn of events.

That was way too close!

Getting to his weary legs he shook himself and limped back into the yard to see what had transpired during his absence. His tongue hung out with each breath as he managed to reach his father who had found the strength to sit up.

"Pop..you alright? It's okay, Busters' gone for good."

Beaming with pride the young father bent and licked his son between the ears.

"I'm happy to hear that son and I want you know that I'm very very proud of you and glad to see that you are safe. Me and your mother.....we didn't know what to do when you didn't come back from the park with your sisters."

"I know dad. But we're together now and that's all that matters."

Tramp smiled warmly and nuzzled his son grunting slightly in pain as his sore body complained at the touch.

"Wait...where's Jewel?" Tramp asked unease returning to his face.

Looking over a little ways off Scamp saw that Kelick had pinned a very timid and submissive looking Dalmatian his huge fangs in her face while Ivy was talking to her in low threatening tones.

Chuckling he turned back to Tramp smiling widely.

"Well....I think she's being taken care of well enough."

Slowly and steadily both hobbled out of the junk yard for the last time leaning on each other for support and enjoying the cool air brushing through their fur and pleasantly soothing their aching limbs. Taking a moment they sat leaning on each other, two dogs that very well have been twins save for the years that separated them.

The stars were out and twinkling about them, the moon at it's pinnicle and off in the distance, coming down the street was a car, crawling along the road. Either side of it was a dog, a hound on one side and a terrier on the other. Trusty and Jock had brought help in their own way.

Smiling up at his dad Scamp gave Tramp a lick on his black button nose.

"Pop....let's go home...."

"I couldn't agree with you more whirlwind. Let's go home.......

Oh the joys of laying on a pillow and savoring the way it felt to hug the soft giving surface with ones paws, to lay his head down on the silky smooth mound as afternoon sunlight bathed his fur, streaming in through the big window at the front of the living room. He appreciated it far more now then he ever had before, it was nearly impossible to take any of the luxury around him for granted. He was grateful that he was looked after, thankful that his familys' home was a safe place where he didn't have to question whether or not the next moment he should be fearing for his life.

No. For once he was proud to be a house dog.

Things had worked out for the better since that night, his father had recovered his strength back after much needed rest and had just moments before left on a walk with Lady and Jim Dear and Darling. In the following days Ivy had visited and told him that Jewel had left town, seeking a new life somewhere else, also informing him that he still had a debt that he still owed her...(much to his delight). Buster was in the pound and hadn't been heard of or seen on the streets since and it seemed life was returning to normal.

With a contented growl he rolled over on his side a grin plastered on his face....that was until he opened his eyes.

Fluffy curly ears that hung on either side of a female face with a doofy expression as she giggled and slobbered over his nose.

"Danielle!"

"Ah common bro, I know you've been through a lot but you left me and the others horny" she chuckled, snorting through her nose the way she always did. "Especially me. You gotta finish what you started Scamp."

Knowing that he wasn't going to be able to get any sleep until he complied he sighed and allowed himself a stretch, his forepaws pushed out and his hindlegs as well, out as far as his body could go before he smacked his lips and looked her hungrily. Even if his sister was a pest he was always up for some fun. And it was perfect...with no distractions this time!

Hopping down to the carpet he gave her face a lick his tail wagging in anticipation as his eyes explored her body.

"So how do you want to go about this sis....maybe some doggy style like last time?"

"Nah" she giggled. "I was thinking more of how you did when you were with dad in that room. On my back sounds more comfortable to me then having to stand up beneath you silly heh heh hee hee yeah! Heh!"

"Whoa....how did you.....

"Oh don't ask. Annette said she heard you both on the other side of the door and peek in through the crack at the bottom. From what she said it sounds like you and dad had a lot of fun!"

Annette! He should've known!

"Alright sounds devine" he growled watching her flop down on her back. Watching his every move Danielle splayed her back legs for him, her spade already wet with arousal. It was already winking at him as he bent down and drew his tongue along it, pulsing warm beating with his sisters' heartbeat as she let out a sigh and pushed against his questing appendage.

"Hee hee Ooooooooohhhhh Scamp! That feels so nice and uuuuhhhhhhh wow!"

Scamp grinned as he gave her another lick, this time parting his muzzle and pushing more of his tongue inside of her to get a good taste. Her love tunnel spasmed around him, more of her sweet nector coating his mouth and senses. She needed this and so did he. She needed this and he didn't plan to dissappoint.

Drawing out while she panted he hunched down over her matching his body over hers, his aroused cock tip glancing off of her tail hole and up a bit to his prize.

"Here we go!"

Steadily he pushed down against her fighting to gain enterence as he stimulated opening denyed him passage. Readjusting his angle he tried again pushing with all his might. He was rewarded with a slight pop and that overwhelming sense of heat and velvet wetness encasing his cock, the tunnel gripped him hungrily in it's depths as he slipped in more with a groan.

"Ohhhhhhh yeah! Damn sis! You sure are tight nnnnnnnnoooohhh!"

"GGaggggagaaahhhhh Scampy! Ah ah ah! Yes!"

Both of them moaned together as he started pushing in and pulling out of her slowly, the fur along their bellies meeting each time, damp with their combined juices.

"Hey you guys! No fair leaving us out!"

Annette and Collette burst into the room eagerly, gapping in awe.

"Simply messy" Collette stated excitedly.

"Looks like a lot of fun!" Annette growled in amusement coming up behind Scamp and licking along under his tail and causing new thrills of pleasure to pump through his body.

"You...you guys ooooooohhhhhhhhh...don't have...a..any ...I...idea!!!! Ohhhhhh! " Danielle managed to say between pants.

Scamp shivered as Collette came around to his other side and leaned forward meeting his muzzle with hers. Her tongue battled with his as only feral canine tongues could before they parted, a thin line of drool running from their muzzles before breaking apart, a small remainer of it evident on Collettes chin.

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"Can I be next Scamp?" she yipped giving him a needy look that he never ever thought to see on her face. "Pretty please!?"

Continuing to thrust into Danielle he nodded with enthusiasm, some of his precum starting to show along the borders of his siblings cuny.

"Nnnnnnnhhhhh of course you can. But I can still pleasure you both while I'm riding Danielle" he grunted. "Both of you stand with your rears together and rub up against each other and I'll lick" he barked out surprised at how quick they were to listen to him.

Soon all three were gasping and bucking in one way or another, their tongues lolling and drooling as they rode on the pleasure. None was louder then Danielle however who finally was reaching her peek.

Sensing this Scamp hammered into her faster and deeper his knot meeting with resistance as he battered he canal with all his hips had. Once, twice, three times and she was howling and clenching below him, writhing as he body rocked and struggled with a new feeling that overcame every other feeling she'd experienced. Scamp barked and started squirting spooge into her as he too came, finding it hard to concentrated on licking his other two sisters.

However to his delight he found that they were lost in each other and the friction they both shared, rolling their quivering spades together and keeping their tails held high while on paws that threatened not to serve them.

Leaving Danielle shaking with his cum pooling out of her he jumped on Collette who giggled and pushed back against him, teasing his already oversensitive skin with her tail.

Growling he nibbled along the small of her back and started air humping until he found his mark and pushed upward and in, already slick and lubed from fucking Danielle. He pushed in all of the way, whimpering as the feeling once again returned. Collette pushed back against him eagerly and with vigor her voice high pitched rolling with breathy murmurs.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmahhhhh so big! No wonder the stray females loved you!! More! More!!!!!! MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

And he obliged.

Hugging her hips with the hook of his paws he pulled her close to him and pounded her into submission, lifting her hind legs off of the ground until she had to lay her front down in a kind of bow to help her keep balance. She was squirting in copulous amounts that drenched his cock and ran down his inner legs as he rutted her faster and faster, his pace chaotic and frantic.

Scamp came first, howling and lifting one of his legs at an angle as he continued short thrusting into her, his knot hitting her neither lips in rapid succession. He could feel his cock swimming in his own load as she finally came as well screeching loud and long as she succumbed to the crushing feeling of orgasmic climax her tongue hanging out further then he had ever witnessed it, in a very non lady like manner.

She slumped oh her side some of their mixed fluids dripping out onto the floor.

To be sure the pattern of the carpet would never be the same again!

2 out of 3!

The thought barely had touched his mind when Annette had gently pushed him over onto his back, leaning over and licking his chest as she ground her belly against his shaft, teasing his fat cock back into it's hard glory. He shivered and licked his lips, catching a small view of her vulva already leaking in greedy hunger for him.

Annette thrust downward impaling herself along his length and in taking a sharp breath.

He gave one of her paws a comforting lick.

"Go...slow....ooooo...if you need. No rush...."

She gave him a wink and smile as she took a moment to gain back her breath. Up she slid off of him, inch by inch of his red veiny doghood becoming visible until only the tip remained inside. That was when Annettes' inner adventurous nature came into full play.

Leaning forward and placing both of her forepaws on either side of his body to brace herself she began humping him faster, her long ears swinging wildly about like they were being blown by a crazy unpredictable storm. He'd never felt anything as wonderful or as unbearably uncontrollable ever.

Loud smacks and squishy slurps resonated and echoed in that family room, loud and inescapable. But Scamp didn't want to escape it at all. He was right where he wanted to be.

Although it took the shortest amount of time for them both to orgasm it was the most special to him because something new happened.

As Annette came down one last time she pushed and strained gritting her teeth hard and breathing in through her nose. His knot was halfway inside and he realized that she wanted to have him tie her when he realised that she wanted to be tied.

Gathering his last few ounces of strength he pushed as hard as he could against her bringing his hips up to meet hers as with a plop she took his knot her vulva instantly exploding and sending them spinning into oblivion.

Not one drop escaped her as she lay near him, her body heavy and a contented smile playing on her lips.

3 out of 3! That's got to be a record. Wonder if dad ever did something like this when he was younger. He probably did many times over and then some....Still this was great, an awesome start at the very least.

Grinning inward he closed his eyes as sleep began inching over him.

I know I can't be the most famous stray or even the best stray, but with practice, perhaps instead I can become the best housedog there ever was! Bet dad won't mind, but mother......well mother I'll have to work on.........

Warmth, comfort, darkness and dreams then came and he slipped into them, welcoming a well earned rest.....