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"You can be anything you set your mind to," Blossom quoted, wagging her tail.

Her boyfriend cocked his head at the yearling German Shepherd. "Huh?"

"That's what you said to me, when I almost dropped out of the competition." Blossom leaned in to give Thumper a lick on the cheek.

"Well, I was right, wasn't I?" he replied, tail thumping against the ground like his namesake. He was smaller than her, and lived on the streets, but Blossom wouldn't have him any other way. The Jack Russell mix seemed to have a streak of Dalmatian in him, the black spot over his eye was just a precursor to the spots covering his mostly white body. A little brown showed in the spots that freckled his half-erect ears.

"I've never felt better!" she said, the events of that day still running through her head. After seven months of training with her owner, which accounted for over half of her life, Blossom had finally entered the local obedience tournament and won. All her hard work had paid off, and now she was going to go to regionals!

She felt bad for disobeying Mr. Peterson repeatedly, sneaking out of the yard to see her best friend. But she just had to tell Thumper the great news. Without his encouragement, she would never have had the courage to enter the contest in the first place. She'd even second guessed herself the day before, when she realized her second heat was coming on, but Thumper assured her that she'd keep her mind on the competition.

"About that..." he said.

"About what?" She cocked her head. "About me feeling good?"

"Well, yeah..." he replied, averted his eyes from her. What was he doing? He was acting so strange.

Blossom squinted at the large terrier. "If you have something to say, say it." He couldn't be dumping her, could he? On this day of all days?

"Blossom?"

"Yes?"

"Will you marry me?"

Blossom froze, her voice caught. "Oh, Thumper... Yes, I want nothing more."

* * * * *

Duly engaged, the young couple wasted no time hunting down Father Rover's house. The Irish Setter was busy during the days with his owners, but always took time during the night to minister to the neighborhood dogs. When the good Father poked his head through the fence, the young German Shepherd started wagging even harder. This is really happening!

Blossom's head was spinning with the excitement of it all. She and Thumper had been friends her whole life. She spent every minute apart from the Petersons with the smaller Jack Russell, and couldn't imagine spending her life apart from him. Sure, the two dogs had made out a couple times, but Blossom hadn't been sure that Thumper felt the same way until tonight. And just as my second heat is starting! She trembled thinking about what would happen after the wedding.

"Are you sure about this?" Father Rover cautioned, asking a few prerequisite questions. "Marriage is a big commitment. After tonight, you will only be for each other, until God calls one of you to heaven a decade or so from now. Thumper, she will be your responsibility to keep and protect, and put no other bitch before her."

"Of course, Father," the smaller dog nodded, ears perked up.

The Irish Setter turned to Blossom. "And you are to be subject to your husband, as to the Lord. Let no male come between you and your husband."

"What other male could I possibly want?" Blossom asked, smiling down at Thumper.

Father Rover spent what seemed like an eternity informing the young loves in the expectations of marriage, and then how the ceremony would be conducted. By the time he was finished, both young dogs were twitching anxiously.

Finally, however, the wedding began, with the young lovers sitting side by side in front of the priest as each of the rites, prayers, liturgies, and finally the exchange of vows went underway.

"Since it is your intention to enter into marriage, join your right paws and declare your consent before God and His Church," Father Rover recited.

Thumper nodded, his heart pounding in his chest as he reached for Blossom's paw. "I, Thumper, take you, Blossom, to be my wife. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life."

Blossom felt light-headed as she tried to remember the precise words of the statement. She began, "I, Blossom, take you, Thumper, to be my husband. I promise to..." she hesitated, searching for the words. "...be true to you in good and...bad times? In sickness and in health. I will love and honor you always and everywhere And only you. And God."

The German Shepherd groaned a peeked over at Father Rover, who watched with a slight smile, but nodded, before reciting, "Then by their consent to be married, I pray for God's blessing upon Thumper and Blossom. What God has joined, let no dog divide."

There was an awkward pause, until finally the priest said, "You are now husband and wife, forever and always. Go now in God's peace."

The two didn't need to be asked twice. Nearly jumping out of their skins, the two wriggled out of Father Rover's backyard, into their first night together as a faithfully married couple. "Oh, Thumper - I'm so happy you asked me! This truly is the best day of my life."

The spotted terrier smiled back, jumping and licking Blossom's face. "I have love you since the day we first met."

Blossom shrugged off the creepiness of that statement. Thumper was already one year old when he'd peered through the Peterson's fence to see Blossom, still just a puppy. And sure, he was still twice her age, but that wasn't much in dog years. Instead, the German Shepherd quivered, and managed to finally say, "Should we...find someplace private?"

The Jack Russell coughed, then swallowed. "I...uh...I suppose yeah we should...?"

Blossom nodded, looking around, when her ears shot straight up and her tail went rigid. "Oh, shoot! Look at the sky, the sun's coming up! If I don't get home before the Petersons get up, they'll kill me."

"Oh, yeah. Right..." stammered Thumper, not sure what to say.

"Sorry. Oh, I mean...uh, if you'll let me go, husband?" Easily half of her wanted the terrier to tell her no. Her family could wait!

Thumper seemed to be considering it as well, but finally he sighed and said, "Yes, you're right. You should head home. There's always tomorrow night."

Blossom grinned. "And the next night, and the next night. I love you so much!"

Thumper smiled and licked her face again. "See you tomorrow, wife."

* * * * *

Blossom barely made it in time, panting heavily as she snuck back into her yard and crawled through the doggy door. Mr. Peterson walked down the stairs only a minute later, smirking at the exhausted German Shepherd. "Still excited from yesterday?" he asked. "Well, I've got a special surprise for you today."

She cocked her head. A present!? How could this day get any better? But what she really wanted was for night to fall so she could sneak off to find her new husband. She wagged her tail just thinking about it.

"You'll have to wait," Mr. Peterson laughed. "Your present is being delivered here in about an hour."

Blossom could hardly wait, running in circles and knocking things off of the coffee table while Mr. and Mrs. Peterson prepared for the day. The coffee smelled as bizarre as usual, and the dog could hardly believe that humans would knowingly drink that stuff. Only Becky Peterson seemed to feel the same way as Blossom. The eight-year-old girl was reading on the potty upstairs, leaving the German Shepherd to entertain herself.

Mr. Peterson pulled up some toilet paper and began to read, another strange custom that Blossom had never understood. Mrs. Peterson sat down with a biscuit and butter, saying, "Bob...I don't know about this."

"Now we already talked about this, Maddy. We're not doing anything unless Blossom is comfortable with it. This could end up being the best thing for everyone."

Madelein wrinkled her forehead. "But Becky loves her so much. And I know how much you enjoy training her."

Blossom's ears perked up. Were they talking about her? She stopped chasing her tail to gaze up at the humans.

"You know we can't afford to go to Regionals anyway," the man said, and Blossom's ears drooped. No regionals!? But she had won! That cocky little Cockerspaniel was going to get to go instead? This was the worst news she'd ever heard in her entire life.

Mrs. Peterson wouldn't let up just yet. "I just think it's a mistake."

He raised his voice this time. "Look, Mad, you know we need the money. Besides, nothing is set in stone. If Blossom doesn't like it, that's it."

Doesn't like what? Was this about her surprise? What were they talking about? Blossom would have to wait to find the answers, as the Petersons ate breakfast in silence. Her stomach roiled, a mix of excitement and nervousness.

The doorbell rang. Mr. Peterson said, "That's Mr. Bolton now. Put Blossom out back."

Madelein let out an exaggerated sigh, but she stood and grabbed the dog by the collar, pulling her into the backyard. The woman waited there, clearly reluctant. Blossom just stared at the back door, wondering who this Mr. Bolton was, and how he figured into her present.

She didn't wait long, as the man who must be Mr. Bolton walked through the backdoor first. He felt vaguely familiar to Blossom, until she remembered - he was at the dog show the day before, and had spoken with Mr. Peterson after the contest. Beside him, her eyes locked on his companion. Walking obediently beside the tall man, a large, dark-furred German Shepherd regarded her with a sideways glance.

Just behind, Mr. Peterson and Becky came too. Mrs. Peterson raised her voice, saying breathily, "Bob...what is Becky doing here?"

"I think she should watch. Besides, it might make Blossom more comfortable."

For her part, Becky had no idea what was going on. Mrs. Peterson said, "She's eight."

"It's not like you haven't told her how everything works already. This is just as much a part of raising dogs as feeding and walking them," he explained.

"Fine," Madelein sighed, crossing her arms.

"What's going on?" Becky asked.

"Go wait with your mother," Bob said, turning to Mr. Bolton. "So...how are we going to do this?"

The tall man said, "First, give them a chance on their own. We'll see how they behave. Don't worry, Strongheart won't hurt her."

"Ok."

Blossom looked at Strongheart, confused. Was her present a play date? She knew that she wasn't allowed to go to the dog park while she was in heat, so maybe Mr. Peterson was bringing the dog park home? Wagging her tail uncertainly, she walked up to Strongheart. "Uh...h-hello. I'm Blossom."

The unfamiliar shepherd regarded her for a few moments. "I know. I saw you at the obedience contest. You were exactly what I like to see, hanging on your master's every signal. You sat when he said sat, you stayed when he said say. I was particularly impressed by your nose. You barely hesitated to find your master's glove among all the others."

Blossom blinked, surprised by the onslaught of praise. "Oh, well...thank you!" she said earnestly. "But I can't really take most of the credit. Mr. Peterson spent long hours training me since I was just a pup."

Strongheart wasn't interested in what she was saying, starting to walk in a circle around her. He seemed to be appraising her. "Young, strong legs, no pudge. Hips look right, but then Mr. Bolton wouldn't have brought me here if you had any history of dysplasia."

"Dys-what?" she asked, feeling a little violated by the stranger's probing eyes. She turned to face him as he circled her, ears laid flat.

"Yes," he said with finality. "You're perfect for this."

"For what?"

"For me," he said, stepping forward and sniffing her shoulder.

Blossom skittered back, eyes wide. "W-What do you mean?" she stuttered.

"It's a shame that you and I weren't raised as police dogs - we'd have been marvelous. It's too late for us to be officers, but we can still make some," he explained, taking another step toward her.

She inched backward, jaw dropped. "Are you proposing to me?" In the heat of the moment, she'd forgotten all about Thumper until that very second. Gasping, she said, "Well, you're too late - I got married yesterday."

Strongheart just laughed. "I'm proposing something, but it isn't marriage." He cocked his head at her, tail dropping. "You married yesterday? Did you and he...mate?"

"No!" she gasped, astonished he'd ask such a bold question. "But that's really none of your business!"

The tall, dark shepherd wagged his tail. "It's exactly my business here, and I think you'll find that my business is your business too."

Blossom whimpered, tucking her tail between her legs. She didn't like how this dog was talking one bit. She briefly considered charging for the weak fence post and running and running until she found Thumper to protect her from this strange male. But she couldn't run out on the Petersons. Instead, she crouched in place, baring her teeth.

"Now come on," Strongheart chided her. "There's no need to make this harder than it needs to be. I'm old enough to be your great grandsire, and if you were born in this town, there's a good chance I am. So trust me when I say it's best if you just get up, lift your tail, and enjoy it."

Blossom had had more than enough of Strongheart. She barked, "No! I told you, I'm married, and even if I weren't I wouldn't listen to you."

The stranger just smiled. "I don't need you to obey me. I just need you to obey Mr. Peterson." Blossom's ears perked up, and she stole a glance at her master.

The humans had been watching everything unfold quietly, but the barking had startled Madelein. She turned to her husband and said, "Look, she doesn't want him, okay? Call it off."

"Oh, Maddy, she's just nervous because she's never been bred before."

Becky finally figured out what was going on, gasping, "They're gonna make love?" She sounded worried and excited and confused at the same time. "Wait, are they going to get married?"

Mrs. Peterson patted the girl on the head and explained, "With dogs you don't need marriage before making love."

Been bred? Make love? Blossom twitched her ears in disgust. Sure, the Petersons couldn't know that not only could she get married, she already was, but even so, what made them think that she'd just pick the first dog to come into the yard? Besides, Strongheart didn't seem to be the marrying type.

Mrs. Peterson said, "But I don't think Blossom wants to," giving Bob a sharp look.

He shrugged at his wife, looking chagrined, but said, "Blossom! Come!"

Years of training, coupled with a burning desire to get away from Strongheart and his dark, knowing eyes made Blossom bound over to Mr. Peterson, wagging her tail in relief. She knew he'd save her - they'd been best friends for her entire life.

He knelt to pet her broad neck, but his hands didn't come away, instead grasping her yellow collar. Leaning forward, he whispered into her ear, "It's okay, girl. It's okay. He's not gonna hurt you."

Blossom gave a big sigh of relief, looking over her shoulder at Strongheart as if to say, "Told you so."

"Now stay put, girl," the man continued. "It's just like the obedience trials, okay? Stay, girl. Stay. No matter what that other dog does, okay?"

Mr. Peterson nodded to Mr. Bolton, who said, "Strongheart, go."

Blossom froze, looking over her shoulder at the big German Shepherd obediently walking toward her. What was her master saying? He couldn't mean for her to just stand still while Strongheart mounted her! It must just be a test of resolve - he wouldn't let the big dog rape her! Fear fought with years of obedience training, and obedience won. Her whole body quivered, unable to disobey her master.

Blossom kept her tail tucked neatly between her legs, whimpering softly as Strongheart approached. Like a true professional, he went straight to his business. His dark, black nose snuffled inquisitively as he drew near, before he poked his snout right under her curled tail. "Hey!" she yipped, struggling against her master's grip despite his order. Mr. Peterson repeated that everything would be okay, and to stay still. "No, no, no..." she whined at him. She loved Thumper, and Strongheart was just a random stranger! How could her master think everything was fine?

Mr. Peterson's grip was more than enough to keep her in position as the dark-furred German Shepherd stuck his cold nose right up against Blossom's grey petals. Blossom yipped, but the sound turned to a low groan a second later when Strongheart splorped his tongue inside, spreading her heat-swollen folds wetly apart. Despite herself, she shuddered around his thick tongue. She licked herself there before, but this was nothing like that. Waves of unbidden pleasure racked her body.

"What's he doing, Mommy?" the little girl said. Nothing in Where do babies come from? had prepared her for the dog's thick tongue lapping into Blossom's weakly humping rump. Mrs. Peterson said nothing, looking away.

Strongheart pulled free. "Just starting your heat," he declared, licking his lips. "We'll need to do this a couple more times to ensure a big litter."

I don't want a big litter! she thought, gasping, realizing only then that her legs were planted apart and her tail was rigidly held to the side. Why won't my body listen to me!? Over her shoulder she tried once again to sway Strongheart. "Please, stop!" she begged. "I'm a married dog!"

Strongheart rolled his eyes, leaping onto her back anyway. He slid his paws around her waist, gripping her tightly. His bulk rested on her tail, pinning it sideways and leaving her with no room to maneuver. She tugged and pulled against her master's hold on her collar, but he held her fast, leaving her to watch helplessly as the bright, pink tip neared her defenseless mound.

Mrs. Peterson said, "That's enough, Bob - look at her, she's scared!"

Becky just watched, eyes transfixed on the scene in front of her.

Mr. Peterson didn't budge. He said, "She's just nervous. See her tail? She wants him."

"Bob..." she argued, but she didn't have time to persuade her husband. She looked away.

Strongheart grinned down at Blossom, assured of his victory now. He said, "Well, let me be the first to congratulate you on your marriage, Blossom. I know just what to give you."

She could still escape this. She knew she could. If she could have turned her head just a little farther, she would have snapped and bitten at the arrogant shepherd. She couldn't reach him, but she could reach Mr. Peterson. All she had to do was bite him, on the arm or the hand, and everyone would know exactly what she thought of their 'matchmaking'. She looked up at her master, still spouting soothing nonsense and patting her neck, then glanced at Becky, more interested than worried. Only Madelein seemed to object, and even she stood silently by.

She was betrothed under God to Thumper, but Father Rover spoke of obedience to the master more often than loyalty to your spouse. What would God hate more? Adultery, or biting the hand that feeds you? She opened her mouth, trying to will herself to bite Mr. Peterson, but every ounce of her training rebelled. She simply couldn't betray her master's trust.

And so it was Thumper's trust she was forced to violate.

With long-practiced muscle memory, Strongheart rammed his tip forward, spearing Blossom's mound in just the right spot. He sunk inside of her, furred sheath pulling back as more and more of his greased dick pierced her virgin lips. Blossom whined, wondering why the Petersons were doing this to her. She'd grown up with Thumper, and she wanted to spend the rest of her life with her new husband and bear his puppies. Instead, some dog she'd never even sniffed was stuffing her full of dick.

"Good girl," rang through her ears, but it wasn't Strongheart talking. Mr. Peterson held her fast in place, praising her for her perfect obedience. Blossom shuddered as the heavy German Shepherd began to roll his hips against her, unable to feel anything other than his fat cock plunging deeper and deeper into her unprotected passage. Strongheart pushed and pulled simultaneously, gritting his teeth as their soft bits rubbed against each other.

"There we go," her master continued, looking over at Madelein. "See, I told you everything would work out."

Madelein shot her husband a dirty look, but instead of looking away, she decided to kneel next to her eight-year-old daughter and explain, "It's just like your book, Becky. He's in her now, and because Blossom's old enough, she'll get pregnant. Do you remember what happens next?"

Becky thought for a moment, and recited, "A baby will start to grow in her tummy."

"Not just one baby. Because she's a dog, she'll have lots of puppies. Maybe even eight."

"Woah," the girl exclaimed, thinking back to her book. "She's going to be huge!"

Blossom's ears were burning as Madelein explained to the girl that new-born puppies were a lot smaller than human babies, but she had other things to worry about. Strongheart was humping faster and shorter now, his paws brushing painfully against her inner thighs. She could only feel him resting on the small of her back and against her legs, and of course throbbing deep inside of her, but Strongheart didn't seem to care about the rest of Blossom. He only needed her rump for what he was after.

She wanted to plead and beg to Strongheart, but she knew it was hopeless. The German Shepherd was no catholic, and he hadn't shown even a moment's concern for her approval. No, the only way out were Mr. Peterson's soft, unprotected hands, and she simply couldn't bite him. Blossom groaned, her untested passageway going through the ringer from the dog's unbridled thrusts. He was so huge, her tight tunnel was stretched to its limit, but the sensation wasn't painful at all. On the contrary, her vagina trembled and clenched down around him, pulling him deeper. He launched himself forward, and this time, his dark-furred hips collided with hers, filling her completely.

Blossom dropped her jaw and moaned, her dark spade spread wetly around the base of Strongheart's shaft. Her heat-addled loins gave way, and suddenly her entire hindquarters were bucking up and down even more madly than Strongheart's humps. She hated what the German Shepherd was doing to her, but she hated the rush of pleasure even more. Why does it have to feel so good!?

"See, she's really liking it now," Mr. Peterson exclaimed.

"Woah," the little girl said, watching the two dogs pump, moan, and strain against each other, tongues lolling. The book hadn't said anything about this either.

Strongheart leaned forward, whispering in her ear, "I told you so."

Blossom couldn't know exactly to what he was referring, but the satisfaction in his voice made her whine. He was using her exactly as he wanted, and when he was finally done with her, he'd get to go home and she'd have to live with the consequences! She felt his sharp thrusts digging into the very end of her fertile passage, mere millimeters to protect her womb. Viscous fluid slathered that last barrier, a sample of what was to come. Her soft mound began to stretch, bulging from the inside. She looked up and her eyes met Mr. Peterson's - could he see the pain in her eyes? The hopelessness? Or did her instinctual gyrations blind him to the truth? The man's supposed gift was couldn't get any worse.

Until it did. "Blossom...!?"

The familiar voice rang out behind her, and she couldn't stop herself from looking over her shoulder at the weakened fence post to see Thumper peering through, his ears flat and eyes bulging. The Jack Russell terrier could only see two, pumping shepherd rumps, but he recognized her face immediately. Horror crossed her husband's face.

"Thumper, please! I swear to God I don't want this," she moaned, her rocking hips belying the truth. "Please, help me!"

Thumper was speechless, staring at Strongheart's swinging balls, caught in the act of fucking his wife. Strongheart, however, followed Blossom's gaze to look over his shoulder at the small cuckold. He blinked, and then laughed. "That's your husband? I'd like to see him try to stop me. Besides, he's a little too late." He pulled back, spreading poor Blossom unbelievably wide. Something round and swollen pressed up against her aching spade, resting there for only a second, but that second seemed to last an eternity for Thumper and Blossom.

The terrier could only watch as Strongheart lined himself up behind his squealing bride, planting his back feet and coiling his rippling muscles. Blossom's eyes slid from her trembling husband to the German Shepherd's tensed hips, unsure what was about to happen - but it wouldn't be good! She yelped, "No, plea -" but couldn't finish the sentence.

Strongheart slammed forward, his half-swollen knot popping between her wet folds, locking himself inside Thumper's young spouse. He grew quickly, inside her, until Blossom's y-shaped folds were stretched out like a softball. Blossom gritted her teeth and whined at the sudden violence of his penetration, but her feelings changed an instant later. The swollen knot jabbed and jostled against her well-prepped clitoris, the soft nub exploding with raw endorphins. Thumper or not, Blossom dropped her jaw and howled, hips flying with renewed vigor.

Strongheart had to grab her hips tightly to hold on to the squirming shepherd, whining himself for the first time as she squeezed and milked him for all he was worth. He lifted his tail and did what he had come here to do - balls convulsing, he bred the new bride right in front of her overdue groom. Ropes of greasy cum splattered Blossom's clenching cunny. She trembled, moaning as she swore she could feel his fluids seeping deeper, coating her waiting womb. Maybe one time wasn't a sure thing, but Strongheart was sure giving it his best try, squirting more and more cum into his blushing bitch.

Mr. Peterson finally let go of her collar, letting Blossom take everything that Strongheart had to give under her own power. She was too lost to try anything with her newfound mobility - besides, it was too late to fight back. Assuming she wanted to! For the first time, her conscious thought let her be, concentrating wholly on the waves of pure electricity that shocked her young body. His slick cock rubbing her tight passage had felt good, but this was something else altogether. "Oh, God!" she barked for joy, bouncing up and down around Strongheart's erupting dick.

Becky's mouth was open, watching with utter fascination. She'd certainly never seen anything like this before, and Blossom's whimpering mouth was etched into the eight-year-old's mind forever. In the book, sex had seemed emotionless, and kind of gross. Blossom, however, was spreading her legs, whining, and drooling beneath the big shepherd. To the girl, the dog seemed ten times happier than when Mr. Peterson got home from work.

And, for the moment, Becky was right. Cum drained into her, tickling her hyper-sensitive flesh before spilling down into her womb. As far as she could tell, her entire body had been distilled into that one, clenching passage, squeezing eagerly around Strongheart's thick, red benefactor. Her mind had blown a fuse, and for the moment, she was nothing but squirming sheath for Strongheart's cock.

Her unwanted mate groaned, balls still spasming, but most of the edge of his orgasm finally wearing off. He still had plenty to give to the bride, but he also had something for Thumper. Looking over his shoulder with a grin, Strongheart said, "I heard you forgot your honeymoon, Wishbone. Don't worry, I've got her covered."

The little terrier dropped his jaw, sputtering, unable to speak. He could have charged in through the broken fence and tried to stop the much larger dog, but it was already too late. Did she even want him to? The Peterson's would fix the hole in the fence, and he might never see Blossom again.

Strongheart humped forward, squirting another load deep into Thumper's wife. "Did you really think you were right for her? You're not even tall enough to climb onto her back! And the puppies... How could your misshapen little mutts compare to mine? Quit fooling yourself."

Thumper's lower jaw trembled, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything. Instead, he turned tail and fled, either unwilling or unable to watch any longer. Strongheart smiled, and returned all of his concentration to fucking Blossom.

She was finally coming down off her peak when the big dog grunted, curling around. His thick, throbbing knot squeezed and tugged her puffy mound, and just as her mind was returning, she went shuddering into a second climax, tail to tail. She could feel his balls pressing up against her tailhole, quivering with each loud splurt! Eyes rolling up in the back of her head, she let her tongue dangle sideways out of her mouth, too busy shuddering to care.

Strongheart just panted, looking well sated. He'd done his job admirably. Blossom might have married that Jack Russell, but she had tied the knot with Strongheart.

"Satisfied?" Mr. Bolton asked.

For once, Bob looked at his wife for confirmation. With pursed lips, she nodded grimly, and Mr. Peterson said, "Will they be okay out here?"

The tall man said, "They'll be stuck like that for a little while."

"Let's get you a pen, then," her master said, walking toward the house. Mrs. Peterson followed, and the three adults disappeared through the back door.

Becky stood, frozen in front of the two dogs, watching Blossom pant and moan. Curious, the eight-year-old approached slowly, looking right between the two dogs. Never in a million years would she have predicted their newest position. It didn't even look possible, but when she got closer, she could see how Strongheart's dick was bent all the way back, still throbbing inside of Blossom's vagina. Becky only watched Blossom's bouncing bulge for a few seconds before she backed off, blushing, but she didn't head back into the house.

Blossom finally came down off her high, chest heaving. Despite herself, she clenched down around him, milking him of yet another heady squirt, before she managed to say, "You...you bastard!"

Strongheart just grinned, glancing over his shoulder. "Guilty as charged," he admitted, "but considering the little bastards I just pumped into you, you might want to change your tone."

"Not if I can help it!" she whined. "You said yourself I might not be far enough along in my heat. If you think I'm going to let you anywhere near me again, you're in for a surprise!" Blossom growled. The first chance she got, she was going straight to Thumper to explain everything. She'd consummate her marriage again and again until there was no chance of Strongheart's puppies.

His balls pulsed again, a sickening squelch erupting inside of her. "I thought you Catholic bitches weren't supposed to make promises you can't keep."

Frustrated, Blossom dug her claws into the ground and leapt forward, barely getting any momentum before a painful tug on her sensitive genitals pulled her back. She wasn't going anywhere just yet.

By the time his knot had shrunk enough to separate the two, the three adults were walking back into the backyard, both men smiling. Even Mrs. Peterson looked slightly pleased. Blossom ripped herself free from the big, dark-furred dog, running over to Becky for protection. The little girl wrapped her arms around her neck. Blossom refused to even look at Strongheart as he walked over to Mr. Bolton.

"Becky," Mr. Peterson said. "I've got good news and bad news."

"What?" the girl said, eyes wide as she looked up at her father.

Blossom watched warily - she hoped Mr. Peterson's 'good news' was better than his 'gift'.

The father said with an artificially cheery voice, trying to drum up excitement, "The good news is that Mr. Bolton agreed to give us first two picks of the litter. We're going to get two new puppies!"

"Woah...!" the girl said, as if Christmas were thrust into the middle of May. Blossom could hardly believe it - they were already bartering with the puppies she didn't even plan to have. If they expected her to breed with Strongheart again...

"But the bad news is that Blossom is going away."

"What!?" the girl cried, heartbroken.

WHAT!? Blossom thought, ears flat.

Bob crouched in front of the two, absentmindedly fastening a leash onto Blossom's collar. He explained, "Mr. Bolton has - well, it's like a resort, where she'll get to play with lots of other dogs, and make strong, beautiful puppies, not only for our family, but dozens of families. Her kids might even become police dogs, or seeing eye dogs!"

Blossom backed off, whining. This isn't happening!

Becky said, "But I don't want her to leave!"

Bob looked over at his wife. Madelein said, "I know, honey, but it's for the best. She'll be happier there, and she'll be doing her part to make the world a better place."

"But...!"

"Come on now, she's got to get going. Give her a nice big hug, goodbye, okay? You'll see her again in three months or so," Mr. Peterson said.

Sighing, Becky gave Blossom the tightest hug and eight-year-old could manage, sniffing, "Bye, Blossom...I love you."

Blossom hugged the girl close, stomach churning. She couldn't leave - she wouldn't. Not with Mr. Bolton! How could Mr. Peterson do this? They'd been friends all of her life! What about regionals? If they couldn't go this year, there was always next year! She'd be twice as obedient. What about Thumper!? When the girl released her, Blossom darted toward the open fence.

Mr. Peterson pulled on the leash, tugging the German Shepherd effortlessly back. "Heel," he commanded, and for once, Blossom disobeyed. She kept tugging toward the broken fence. "Come on, Blossom..."

"I'll take that," said Mr. Bolton, grabbing the leash. He gripped it low, near her collar, pulling her forward. "Pleasure doing business with you," he said.

The Peterson's watched as the tall man dragged their beloved Blossom into the house, Strongheart walking confidently at his side. As the door closed, Blossom lost the last glimpse of her family, and then, through the front door, her house. A large, white, unmarked van waited for her.

Just as Mr. Bolton lifted her squirming body into the back of the van, Strongheart said, "You should be proud; your master wouldn't give you up for anything less than fifteen thousand dollars."

Suddenly it all made a lot more sense. Mr. Peterson didn't really care about Blossom, or helping the world, or even Becky. So that's my price.

Fifteen thousand dollars.

* * * * *

Blossom had been living at the underground puppy mill for a year when Nikka was first brought in. The young canine officer was shoved by Mr. Bolton into an adjacent stall, still reeking of a recent breeding, angry as a hornet's nest. She was barking and spinning in circles in the small enclosure, trembling. Blossom smiled sadly, remembering that she had felt the same way, once.

Better to let her tire herself out, she thought.

Only once Nikka had calmed down, panting in the center of the cage, did Blossom introduce herself. The younger German Shepherd took one look at Blossom, who was just about ready to burst with her second litter, and said, "I won't do it! I won't!"

"You don't really have a choice. None of us do," Blossom sighed.

Nikka growled. "You don't understand - I'm a police dog! I'm supposed to be out there, helping people like you. Officer Michaelson! Officer Michaelson!" she barked so loudly that Blossom had to wince.

"Hush - you'll wake up the puppies!" she urged, flattening her ears, glancing toward the little ones' kennels.

"I don't care. I've got to get out of here!"

Placing her paws on the edge of the stall, Blossom peered over to look the shepherd over. Strong, young, and smart, she'd fit the part perfectly, but she seemed to have a rather sizable stubborn streak. "You want to help us, but you don't care if you disturb the puppies?"

"That's not what I meant," she said, but lowered her voice. "I'm going to get us out of here."

Blossom cocked her head. "I don't want to leave, and besides, how are you going to manage that when you can't even get out of that pen?"

Nikka's eyes widened. "You like it here?"

Blossom looked down. "There's nothing for me out there, not anymore. My family sold me, my husband's moved on. It's really not so bad here, once you get used to it." She thought about her return visit, seeing the Peterson's again 5 months later with seven happy little pups in tow. She'd been thrilled to see Becky again, but Mr. Peterson...

They'd picked the largest pups, one male and one female, miniature replacements for Blossom herself, with darker fur like their father. That time they'd said goodbye, she knew it was the final farewell, and if Thumper was still in the neighborhood, he hadn't shown up. She hoped that he knew she hadn't meant for any of this to happen, even though she no longer spent much time thinking about him.

"I will never 'get used to it'," Nikka growled. "How is that even possible?"

Blossom had to drop back to all fours, the puppies in her belly starting to get restless. Only a matter of days, now, she thought. She spoke with delicate care, saying, "Well, for one thing, sex can be an awful lot of fun, and the puppies - well, I can't help but love them." This litter was Butcher's, a coarse but surprisingly sweet lover. She kept her distance from Strongheart. "But it's more than that."

Nikka narrowed her eyes in disbelief, but asked, "What, then?"

"A close friend once told me something," she began, Nikka following her words attentively. "He said, 'You can be anything you set your mind to'."

Nikka rolled her eyes.

Blossom cut in, saying, "He was dead wrong. I wanted to win a global obedience championship. You want to be an officer. But we're stuck here, and there's no changing that."

"We'll see about that," Nikka bristled.

"But he was on to something. We're doing important work here. Maybe I won't win a championship, but my puppies might. And yours will help hundreds of people. I've grown to like what I'm doing. It's more like the reverse, you know?"

"What do you mean?"

Blossom wagged her tail, putting a paw on her swollen belly. "You can set your mind to be anything."