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Collette woke with a start as her sister came barrelling into the room, hackles raised, spinning around as she checked every corner. Annette looked as though the house was about to collapse, as she gasped, "Where's Dad!?"

"Woah! What's wrong?" Collette asked. "What happened?"

"You won't believe_what I saw Scamp doing to _Mom!" the frantic Cocker Spaniel gasped.

Collette blinked, rising to her feet. "What was it?"

"He was...while she was...I don't know. I've never seen anything like it!"

"Slow down. Explain it again."

Annette took a deep breath, collecting her thoughts. With deliberate stress on each word, the young pup said, "He had his boy parts inside Mom's girl parts."

Collette's eyes widened, unable to even picture such a thing. Sure, she'd seen Scamp's sheath thousands of times before, but it only protruded a centimeter from his body. Annette must have seen wrong. "That doesn't even make sense."

"That's what I saw!"

The debate was settled a second later, as the puppy in question scamperd into the room. The small Schnauzer mix had his ears flat, whining, "Annette, stop! Don't tell Dad!"

He got no response from his siblings other than wide-eyed stares. Confused, he followed their eyes between his legs. There dangled his half-swollen erection, still dribbling with cum. Collette's voice came out as a hoarse whisper as she said, "What's_that!?_"

"See, I told you so," Annette quipped. To her brother, she said, "Give me one good reason why not."

"Because you don't know what happened!"

"Do you?" she asked.

Scamp considered for a moment, and admitted, "No."

Annette glared triumphantly at her brother. "You're going to be in so much trouble when Dad finds out you were hurting Mom!" Collette thought her sisters tone was a bit too bright for what she was saying. She really does dislike her brother.

"I wasn't hurting her!"

"I heard her - she was groaning," Annette replied.

"She was moaning," Scamp clarified. "It was a _good_sound."

"No it wasn't!"

"Yes it was!"

"Guys, stop!" Collette stepped in. "This is getting nowhere!"

For one blessed moment, there was silence, and the back and forth chilled to a reasoned debate. Scamp took a deep breath and said, "I'll prove it to you."

Annette looked at her brother appraisingly. "How?"

Ask Mom, Collette figured. She was about to say as much when Scamp replied, "I'll do for you what I did for her, and then you'll see."

Annette gasped, then scoffed. "I'm not going to let you touch me with that," she sneered, pointing to his messy red cock.

"That's only the second part. Let me lick you first and I promise you'll be _begging_for more," the grey pup grinned confidently, thinking back to how Buster had done the same for Lady.

"No way, you're gross!" Annette said, stamping her feet.

Collette sighed, and said, "Why don't we just -"

Before she could say "ask Mom", Scamp interrupted, saying, "Do you trust Collette?"

Annette blinked, not sure where this was going. Tentatively, she said, "Of course..."

"Then I'll do it for her, and she'll tell you."

"What!?" Collette gasped, wondering how _she_was getting sucked into this.

"Fine," Annette agreed. "Unless she's too_chicken._"

"Hey! But you wouldn't -" Collette stammered.

Annette jumped in, "But you _like_him. I'm not afraid, I just think he's gross."

Collette rolled her eyes. "That's stupid. Mom's right outside. Why don't we -"

Collette's sister was incorrigible. Predictably, she taunted Collette with five simple words. "I triple-dog-dare you."

If there was one thing Collette hated, it was to be called a chicken. She'd seen chickens in the roost across the street, and they were dumb, foolish, and dirty, and every bit as cowardly as the saying goes. A triple-dog-dare meant she _had_to do it, no matter how stupid or unwise. Gritting her teeth, she gave in to her sister, much to Annette's delight. "Fine, I'll let him lick me, but I don't promise anything else."

Scamp grinned, walking up to Collette. His sister looked up at him, long, flowing ears held back. Steadying herself, the young Cocker Spaniel extended her muzzle, waiting for the kiss.

Scamp just laughed. "Not there."

"Huh?"

"You've got to turn around."

Collette raised an eyebrow, but under Annette's watchful gaze, she knew it was too late to back out. Uncertainly, she did as she was told, facing away from her eager brother. What is he planning? She glanced over her shoulder. "Like this?"

Scamp took one look at his sister's puffy mound, and said, "Perfect." Her stubby tail had always done nothing to hide this spot from view, but Scamp had never taken such an interest in the spade-shaped valve before. Now he wondered if Collette's girl parts had always been so swollen, or if they'd somehow grown in the past week. Her pussy seemed fuller and tighter than ever before.

Scamp took a deep breath.

"Well?" Collette asked, nervously.

Scamp slathered his warm, wet tongue across his sister's taut, virgin opening, spreading her trembling bits for the first time. Collette lifted her head, jaw dropped, uttered a breathy, "Oh!" The slickness that engulfed her sensitive mound sent chills down her spine, and for one blissful moment, the dull itch that had been bothering her for the last two days disappeared. She'd had no idea that her brother's tongue was the cure for the unwelcome ache that had afflicted her.

Scamp didn't need to gloat to Annette about Collette's pleased gasping, because her moans spoke for themselves. Instead, he licked again, spreading her slightly further apart. "Unnnnnnf!" Collette gasped, instinctively spreading her legs and lifting her little stub of a tail.

Annette didn't like to lose an argument, but even she could tell things were going in Scamp's favor. Still, she threw out a lifeline to her sister, hoping for back up. "It's not that great, right?"

"Ohhh, God!" she gasped, whimpering, "It's better than great!"

"Oh please," Annette sneered. "You're _both_gross!"

Collette couldn't care less about her sister at the moment. As Scamp wedged his thick tongue deeper and deeper into her clenching hole, she started to lose it completely. His thick hunk of flesh was pressing up against something inside of her that felt like it was on fire, but in a strangely good way. Before she knew it, Collette was bucking her hips up and down, squeezing tightly around her brother's tongue as if she could hold him in there forever.

She couldn't, though. With a loud wet _smack!_of his lips, Scamp slipped his tongue free, glaring triumphantly at his other sister. "I told you so!"

Collette whined at the sudden, cold emptiness she felt, but there was a strange relief, too. The way her brother had been touching her may have felt good, but something about it also felt extremely wrong. She panted, nodding at her sister. Scamp had won this argument.

"Tch, yeah right," Annette taunted. "That's not even close to what I saw you doing with Mom! Of course _licks_feel good, but not shoving your disgusting boy parts into her!"

Scamp just laughed. "Well, Collette, you ready for more?" he asked, pointing to his once-again swollen cock. His panting sister glanced down at the bright, red monster that even now was pointed up at an angle beneath her tail and whined.

"That thing's huge," she said, mincing her feet nervously. "And I really think we should talk to Mom before -"

Annette didn't even need to speak - she just met Collette's gaze and mouthed the words "I dare you". Collette sighed and said, "Fine," to Scamp.

The Schnauzer-mix grinned at her and leapt onto her back.

"Hey!" Collette gasped, not sure what he was doing.

Just like Buster had with Lady, Scamp let his paws slide naturally around his young sister's hips. It just felt right; everything fit together in all the right places. He only had to inch forward slightly before his throbbing tip nestled up against Collette's unprotected, heat-swollen cunt. He brushed up against her, and the Cocker Spaniel yipped, her vulva bouncing up and down.

Collette shivered. _This is so_wrong!she thought, sensing something was off. She loved her brother, but this was something else - something for adults, and she knew _far_too little about what was happening to think this was a good idea. But Annette had dared her, and damn if Scamp's tongue hadn't felt amazing. Still, she couldn't get rid of her nagging doubts.

"Scamp, wait," she finally gasped. For once in her life she decided caution was the better part of valor, and better to look cowardly than foolish.

"Huh?" Scamp said, clinging on to his sister's proffered rump.

"We shouldn't...shouldn't do this."

She was pushing him away, just like his mother had. But he'd ignored Lady, and she'd moaned and bucked her hips in whining bliss. Maybe bitches just needed to be _told_what was best for them. "Yes, we should."

"No! Wait, we don't even know what we're doing! Let's just ask Mom!"

Scamp growled. He_knew what he was doing. Why was she resisting him? "_Fuck Mom," he said, to the shocked expressions of his two sisters. They'd all heard that word before from the junkyard dogs, not to mention people on the street, but Lady had been clear that amongst all the words, they weren't to say _that_one in particular. None of them knew exactly how appropriate his word choice was, considering what he'd done moments before.

With both sisters speechless, Scamp decided that Collette's recalcitrance was finally over. Gritting his teeth, the young pup slammed his hips forward and up, sinking his throbbing cock into his wet, whimpering bitch.

"Aaaah!" Collette gasped, her silence broken. The sharp pain at his surprising entry was quickly replaced, however, with an intense longing. His thick, puppy cock filled her completely, just the right size for her virgin muff. Whining, she squeezed and strained against her young brother, the emptiness of Scamp's missing tongue refilled ten times over.

Annette watched with a dropped jaw, amazed that he had really done it. He stuffed that entire, glistening rod into Collette, slamming his hips flush with hers. Her sister's yip gave her some small measure of confidence, so she pounced, saying, "See, it hurts!"

Scamp gave her a condescending smirk, and simply said, "Let her speak for herself."

Annette glowered at his arrogance, but nodded. "Well?" she asked Collette.

"Uuuhhhhn! Nnnnnng! Aaaaayaaah!" she moaned, spreading her legs for her brother. Words would simply not form in her mouth. Her brother had pinned her beneath him, locking her in place, but she had no desire to run. Instead, she pushed back, humping her hips frantically. She glanced at Annette, eyes rolling back in her head and tongue lolling, unable to speak.

"Collette!" Annette cried.

He rolled his hips against her, giving her no reprieve, so it was a dozen thrusts before the young spaniel managed to sputter, "You...have...to...try this!"

Scamp grinned, humping away at his sister.

"This...you...no!" Annette yelped, annoyed, frustrated, and betrayed. How could her sister _do_this to her? How could she _like_their dirty, disgusting brother climbing onto her back, ignoring her protests and treating her like a bitch? Annette would _never_allow it!

"I win," Scamp said simply, ignoring Annette to focus on Collette. She felt a lot like his Mom, and being up on her back was a delicious new experience. The way she bounced and squeezed beneath him felt new and fresh. He grunted and thrust faster than he ever could have with his prone mother.

Annette could only watch, speechless, as her siblings copulated.

"Oh God," Collette whimpered. "What's that?"

Each time Scamp pulled back, Annette caught a glimpse of what her sister must mean, and a new rush of hope filled her. Her pussy was starting to bulge outward, changing from puffy to swollen. She was bulging out, no longer a spade but a sphere. Annette gasped, "Ah ha!"

But her hopes were dashed a second later, when Collette whined, "Harder, brother! Don't stop!"

Even though the pup's knot was swelling to its full size inside of her, Collette could only moan and rock her hips, begging for more. His swollen, throbbing bulge nestled up against her trembling clitoris, sending a fresh wave of endorphins straight to her brain. "Oooohhhwaaa! Ohhhhhhhnnnnnh!" she warbled.

"God, Collette, you're even tighter than Mom!" Scamp groaned, his thrusts no longer making much headway back and forth. Instead, he just pushed his sister's body back and forth, bony tip nestled deep inside her. "Are you ready?"

There's more!? Collette gasped. "Nnnready for what?" she barely managed to say.

"This!" he grunted, spearing forward until his cock was buried up against her unprotected, fertile womb. He answered her question by way of demonstration, his twin balls pumping his once-virgin sister full of hot, bubbling dog cum.

Collette felt the waves of warm pressure splashing against her, somehow deeper than before, splattering her in a place she hadn't even known existed. Groaning, she dropped her front half down, spreading her legs to take it all, letting gravity help the sticky sludge _glug_into her waiting womb. She had no idea the consequences of her actions, only doing what came naturally. With a high-pitched squeal, she said, "Fill me!"

Annette couldn't see what was happening, but she could sure hear it. Splurt! Squoosh! Splat! She didn't know _what_Scamp was squirting into her sister, but it was gross whatever it was. Collette certainly didn't seem to mind, shuddering and moaning around him. She couldn't watch this lewd display, but she also couldn't look away, floppy ears held flat.

As Collette's gasps started to slow, Scamp picked up the pace, slamming harder, his balls pulsing faster than ever. His sister whimpered, and dissolved into her second orgasm, squirming and shuddering beneath him, taking loud gasps of air. It took another three minutes before Collette was panting softly on the floor, but Scamp was still cumming strong. Finally, the Schnauzer-mix leapt off of his sister only to realize he was still tied to her bulging cunt. Shrugging, he stood there rump-to-rump, grinning at Annette as he squeezed even more into Collette.

"You're next," he said simply, as if all debate on the matter had passed.

Annette's jaw dropped. "No way. _Never!"_With that, her paralysis ended. She would never allow her brother to do that to her. She didn't _care_how good it made Collette feel, she simply couldn't submit herself to her ugly, stupid brother like that.

Never!

Annette turned tail and ran out the doggy door into the front yard, but she knew that as soon as Scamp pulled free of her sister, he'd be after her. Shivering, she knew her only hope was to sneak out past the fence. She'd never been out unsupervised, but surely it had to be safer than waiting for Scamp to find her.

I just have to find Dad. He'll save me!

What she found instead, plopping over the front gate at that very moment, was Danielle.

* * * * *

In the backyard, Lady was an absolute wreck. She could hardly believe what had just happened to her. Raped, first by Buster and then by her own son, while in the depths of her heat. She lay panting on her back, still head-first in the doghouse, pinned by the damned plastic cone around her head, wincing with each bubbling _slosh_she heard and felt gurgling between her well-used legs.

Scamp, of course, hadn't known any better. He couldn't even understand his mother's cries of protest through the cone, and from what Lady could tell, the boy really only meant to help. He'd fallen a bit short, however - not only had the little Schnauzer Spaniel risked knocking up his own mother, he'd run off after Annette, leaving his mother alone just as trapped as ever, the door to the wire kennel still swung wide open. When Tramp found her like this...what would she say? What would _he_say?

Strangely, the very worst part about what had happened wasn't the rape. It wasn't even the rich, fertile, adulterous and yes, even incestuous cum that bloated her womb. The worst part was that she had (albeit unwillingly) betrayed Tramp. She had once chided him for his past dalliances with bitches all over town, accusing him of viewing her the same way. Yet, though he had already had his way with her on that beautiful night, he refused to leave her, even coming to save the baby.

He had given up his old life, his old friends, his old lovers, all to be a one-bitch dog with her, a self-labelled lady. She knew how hard that must have been for him, and she still saw him look longingly out over the fence on cold nights, but he had been faithful. Not once had the Tramp tried to sneak off into the night to gallivant with Buster or sniff around for a bit of tail, and now, today, it was she who had cheated.

She would love to say that she had hated every minute of it, but that was the part that stung the most. Before _and_after she realized the quiet, romantic mutt behind her was actually Buster, she had squealed and moaned, and then again with her son. His clumsy but insistent licks had rubbed her hyper-sensitive pussy alight, and though she still begged him to stop, she spread her legs and bucked her hips obediently when he took her.

Groaning, Lady rolled to her side, trying to stand up and wriggle free, if not from the cone, then at least from the doghouse.

"Damn it!" she cursed, before realizing that her son or daughters might still be within earshot. She didn't want to teach them that it was okay to swear just because the world was crashing down around you.

I know that Tramp will hunt Buster down for what he's done, but what will he do to Scamp? She'd seen first hand how vicious her mate could be, and how jealous, but could he really hurt his own son? When he didn't even know better?

She could lie. Not about both, certainly. She was_dripping_ in cum and the scent of dirty, flea-ridden Doberman. He'd suspect Buster immediately. But she always smelled a bit like Scamp. Mother and son had always been close, perhaps because he reminded her of her husband. If she could just warn Scamp and Annette (and probably Collette, by now) not to tell Tramp about what had happened, he'd never have to know. Besides, surely all of her puppies would be Buster's - he'd had first go, pushed himself deeper, spilled the most cum. Scamp was so young, his swimmers might not even be ready for prime time!

Finally, she managed to wriggle herself back onto her four feet, still headfirst in the door. Digging all four feet into the earth, she pulled back, but all she earned herself was a collar-burn around her neck. The same thing happened when she tried to push forward. She might need that squirrel after all - undoing the collar might be the only way.

Unless she could reach the latch herself...

Kicking and groaning, she tried everything - her front paws, her back paws, lying on her side and scratching at the fastener, and though she got close, she hadn't quite managed to dislodge the thing when she heard something that made her heart stop full.

Footsteps.

She could hear them despite the cone around her head, the familiar click,click of claws against the sidewalk just outside the fence. She stayed still and quiet, listening intently. Please keep moving...

The footsteps stopped. If the owner of those feet was a cat, they'd have kept moving. What use did a cat have with a bitch in heat? Another bitch would shrug and move on. A dog on a leash would be dragged along soon. Only a stray male dog would be willing and able to investigate further, and with _her_scent, she doubted they would stop until they found the weakened fence slat and pushed through.

Creaaaaak!

No, no, the fence! Lady screamed in her head. Please be Tramp, please be Tramp!

But whoever it was would see Lady immediately, pinned on all fours in the doghouse, the kennel door as wide open as her legs. Tramp would have run to her, asking if she were alright, demanding to know who had done this. The dog behind her simply took a deep breath, claws digging into the earth as he got near.

"Tramp?" Lady gasped, hoping. Could he even understand her through the cone? Scamp certainly hadn't. But there was no response.

Her only answer came a second later, when a hot gush of breath washed over her still-warm, dripping pussy. This random passerby was happy to sniff her, but she doubted very much it would stop there. Whimpering, she held her stub-tail flat, to no real effect. "Please, help me!" she begged, scratching at the collar around her neck.

The stranger had a strange idea about help. The next thing Lady knew, a wide, wet, obviously canine tongue was _slurping_up her son's fresh cum, rubbing her bouncing, helpless vulva. She knew now what would happen. Whining, all she could do now was wonder who it was. Would she ever even know? Was it Buster, returning for another go? One of the neighbor's dogs? No, she hadn't heard the jingle of a collar.

Why couldn't my husband or Jock or Trusty have found me first? she shivered.

"Please, don't do this..." she gasped, the strange male's licks getting more and more insistent. All she could use to identify him was his tongue, shorter and smaller than the other males in her life, though perhaps a little bigger than Scamp's. Oh God, please not a Chihuahua...

She pictured the ugly little dog and the ugly little pups that might worm their way into her. She could only hope that Buster's seed won out over her son's and whoever this passerby was. The warm, firm licks began to dig deeper, spreading her long fur apart to _slurp_into every corner, as if he hoped to remove all of the competition before crouching at the starting line. Lady moaned, her heat-swollen cunt once again dictating her feelings. She pushed back, groaning, her little hips humping weakly in the air. "No..." she gasped unconvincingly.

Only when she was thoroughly cleaned out, hips quivering with the intense need for relief, did the stranger pull free with a loud smack! Lady spread her hind legs, hopeless and horny, waiting for the inevitable.

The inevitable came. The dog was male after all, as became immediately obvious when he climbed onto her proffered rump. His paws slipped around her hips, his tip suddenly flush with her unprotected pussy. She squirmed and whined, but trapped as she was there was no point. As far as this male was concerned, she was a pussy-dispenser, and she wasn't coin-operated.

He's definitely a smaller breed, but longer hair than most Chihuahuas, she reasoned, based on his grip on her hips and the warm blanket of fur that fell around her. Tramp's and Buster's longer paws always brushed up against her lower thighs - the stranger's only reached half-way. I wonder if...

Thrust!

Lady yipped, drawn out of her thoughts by the sudden, forceful leap that drove her unknown mate's cock straight into her used and abused spade. She_squelched_ apart for him, his earlier saliva greasing his entrance so that he slammed all the way in. With a _thud_he hilted himself there, balls slapping against her abdomen, hips flush.

Lady whimpered, but no longer pleaded. Even if the other dog _could_understand her, he wouldn't care. He had a free, no-consequences fuck panting between his legs, and there weren't many strays that would pass that up. For the third time that day, Lady spread her legs and squealed as a cock that wasn't her husband's pumped her tight cunt.

She whined as she listened to the stranger pant and groan, but she couldn't make out anything particularly identifying. He had no interest in _talking_with her. His hips flew back and forth, slapping his balls against her again and again, until her thighs started to sting. It wouldn't be long now before those swollen orbs did their business. Lady wailed and bucked her hips up and down, squeezing like a vice around the intruder's dick.

Is he a Pomeranian? A Llhasa Apso? "Erk", she gasped, wondering briefly if he were a Dachshund. Or maybe he was just a random mutt. She wouldn't know until the puppies were born, and with luck, even then she'd never know. Another secret to keep from Tramp, she whined, digging her claws into the dirt and pushing back as hard as she could.

She didn't need to push hard, because he was doing most of the work. His thrusts slowed, holding himself deeper and deeper as she felt his knot swell. She _yelped_as he sealed her tight, making her thick spade bulge like a baseball. There was no stopping now, even if he'd wanted to. Dropping her jaw, Lady, screamed, "Do it!"

Perhaps he'd heard her this time, because he started humping faster than ever in quick, short strokes. His knot pushed and tugged at her cunt, thrumming up against her most sensitive spot. Lady melted into a flurry of shuddering thrusts, bouncing every direction at once. His grip tightened, trying to hold her place, but she squirmed beneath him so hard he would never have stayed on if not for his knot. She could hear his muffled but building groan as he prepared for the final push, and despite the heavy rush of guilt that swarmed her head, Lady gasped, "Fuck me!"

Clapping her jaw shut, she thought, I hope the kids aren't hiding in the rose bushes again...

And then, all thoughts were forced from her head. Her eyes went wide, rolling back in her head as she felt him unleash the first, heady load. His balls were pressed up against her, quivering violently, a wave of cum _splurting_deep. She felt the stranger draining into her, joining the other two males in her womb. No dog's tongue could breach _that_wall. Now, with three contestants, the race for her eggs began. "Aaaaah! AAAAAAH!" she moaned, squeezing down around his squirting puppymaker.

"Oh God, oh God!" she whined, her bulging pussy engulfing him like a tight glove. Each spurt_hit home, firing straight into her womb, his knot sealing the rest inside her spasming vagina. Tramp was no longer on her mind, thankfully - there was only the sheer joy of mating, the magic of two dogs sharing that most intimate, life-giving moment. _Who cares what breed he is? I'll love our puppies no matter what!

Same with Buster's or even Scamp's. She may love Tramp, but breeding was all she had ever wanted or known. Whoever found her eggs, it wasn't the _puppies'_fault. She _would_have to explain to her kids why mating with your family was bad, and soon! If Scamp didn't think twice about humping his own mother, what would he do when his sisters came into heat?

Another problem for another day, she thought, squealing and bucking her hips.

The cum seemed neverending, spraying load after sticky load into the trapped bitch. The male was moaning and groaning too, hammering forward as he claimed his bitch. Tramp's bitch, she had to remind herself. Lady was still squeezing and shuddering, her pussy massaging the stranger's cock as he finally slowed to a halt. "No, don't stop!" she shivered, bouncing around.

He was all but done with her, however. She felt him turn around, wagging his tail back and forth over her. His thick, still-draining balls trembled up against her tailhole. Lady lay down, her rump in the air, letting every drop drain down into her fertile womb. Oh God,_she whined, _when did I become such a slut!?

Panting, she slowly came off her high, the bliss slowly replacing with guilt. But why, if she couldn't do anything to stop it, shouldn't she try to enjoy herself? "Unnnnnnnh," she groaned.

After five minutes like this, he was done with her. He dug his claws into the dirt, tugged forward, and tore himself free of her powerful pussy. A flood of cum spilled out of her, splattering the ground. Then, having never said a word, the stranger left. He came, he smelled, he fucked, and he left. I'll never even know his name, she whimpered.

Her eyes popped open as she realized she was still in exactly the same situation. She _reeked_of sex, was trapped with her pussy in plain view, and the next dog to wander by wouldn't be able to help himself, either! If Tramp didn't get back soon, how many strangers would she be forced to fuck? Lady whined and struggled again at the latch on her collar to no avail.

Thankfully, when she shivered, hearing footsteps approaching, and the fence slat opening, she was greeted with a "My Lord! What has happened, m'dear!?"

It wasn't Tramp, but the next best thing - Jock.

After only a few minutes struggle, he managed to do what Tramp had been unable to do - unlatch her collar! No squirrel needed, just two dogs with a lot of motivation, struggling against each other. Not like that!

Lady squirmed backwards, finally out of the cone. "Oh, thank goodness you've arrived Jock. Oh...oh it was so terrible." She ought to tell him everything, but then he might tell Tramp. Steeling herself, Lady said, "It was Buster...he snuck in and took advantage of me while Tramp was away!"

"I'm so sorry, m'dear," the Scottish Terrier cooed, hugging his old friend. "If only I'd come sooner - I'd have shown that big Doberman what for!"

"It's not your fault, Jock," she said, crying tears that were half grief and half relief. "I'm glad you came when you did - if another dog had found me first..."

Jock nodded. "At least your trial is over."

No, it's just beginning, she realized. While Buster and the stranger could run off and forget everything, she was forced to deal with the consequences. She smiled sadly at the Scottish Terrier, panting from all the exertion she'd undergone.

That's odd, he smells like me,_she thought, sniffing. _And he's just about the right size, long hair, his tail isn't stubby. Could -

No, she realized. He smelled of her because he'd just wrestled the collar off of her. He was one of her oldest, most trusted friends. He might be the right size, but she'd have recognized his voice - don't Scottish dogs groan in an accent too? Suddenly, Lady felt very cold. He could see it in her eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Lady took a deep breath. What's happening to me? There's no way Jock took advantage of me! I'm just being paranoid.

Ah ha!

Relief washed over her. The stranger hadn't jingled one bit, but Jock was wearing his red collar with gold name-plate. He may have skilled paws, but even _Jock_couldn't undo the tight buckle around his neck, much less re-fasten it.

"Nothing," she said, giving her old friend a polite lick on the face.

Well, except for the obvious, she thought, feeling the bubbling cocktail shifting inside of her.