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This story contains taboo kinks such as underage fun, semi-forced sex, corruption, general abuse and rough sex. If this ain't your cup of tea I'd suggest you sniff somewhere else! Additionally, all kinks represented here do not necessarily represent my own interest... but I can sure as hell respect them if they are yours, and hopefully, you'll enjoy.

Additionally, and if the sketchy tags didn't tip you off, this is a work of mature erotic fiction... therefore you need to be mature (what a concept) to view it! No youth under the age of 18 are allowed to read my story! 16 and still thinking of reading on? Shame on you, juvenile! If you have no tendencies to preserve your childhood you'll end up just like poor Patch here, so turn tail and read some MLP fan fiction (oh, wait... maybe not...)

Post edit: Damn! This sexy, one of a kind German shepherd hasn't been repersented in a story for two years! I'm glad I broke that trend.

To clarify, this work of erotic fiction picks up after the cannon event in 101 Dalmations II_ where Patch spends some quality time with his hero, Thunderbolt, as they muck about 1960's London trying to gain media attention. The story then diverges from the movies ending and establishes an alternate storyline where Patch never learned about his siblings capture because Cruella deVil never attempted a second dog-napping!_

"What a brilliant day, Thunderbolt! You're the absolute greatest," the young dalmatian--Patch--yipped, tail wagging furiously.

"Hey, what can I say? Hell, you didn't do so bad yourself, kid."

Though at first words like 'hell' coming from his hero's mouth had made him feel uncomfortable, as the day progressed Patch warmed up to the German shepherd's rougher speech, even trying a few words of his own... much to the amusement of the older dog.

"I think this calls for a celebration," Thunderbolt continued, flashing the sharp-toothed grin that was nearly as synonymous to his character as his thunderous barking call.

"I love celebrations! What kind?" Patch asked, smiling in puppyish excitement.

"My kind, kid."

Without any further explanation the German shepherd milled over to the far wall and--after pushing aside a few Thunder Bolt and Co. trademarked pillows and stuffies--opened up the door to a small white fridge filled to the top with bottles of amber liquid. Rummaging around he pulled one out and brought it back over to the waiting pup, who had been--up to this point--straining to see what Thunder was taking out.

"Wha- what's that stuff?" Patch asked, taking an experimental sniff as it passed by his nose on its way towards to the dog bowls.

"Thunder Rum, Patch. The guys at PR came up with it."

"What's a PR?"

"Like I would know... but they're the guys who make all the great shit you see lying around. Now come over here."

Without hesitation the dalmatian hopped off the couch he'd been sitting patiently on and padded over to the bigger dog, lolling his tongue in relaxation. As Patch approached Thunderbolt uncorked the bottle and took a big swig before tipping another good portion of it into the water bowl. As the liquid poured out Patch had the chance to take a better sniff, and recoiled at how bitter it smelt.

"Ew, its alcohol!"

"What kind of comment is that, kid? You can't judge a book until you've had your fill... or something like that."

"I don't know... this is the stuff my dad told me to not drink until I was older," Patch took a few steps away from the strong-smelling drink.

"And you're gonna listen to him?! He doesn't care about you, Patch. We both know that. I, however, do... so forget about him and take a drink." Patch had to admit that Thunderbolt was right. His dad _didn't_care about him. To Pongo, he was just one of a hundred and one... but his dad was one of a kind, and he liked him...

"But..."

"He thinks you're worthless, kid, and I don't wanna to think the same way so prove to me you're someone special and take a damn drink." On saying those last words Thunder clenched down onto Patch's collar and dragged his muzzle as close as it would go without being submerged in the full water bowl.

Surrounded by the strong smell Patch couldn't stop his nose from itching, and as nature does it, a sneeze was nearly instantly on its way.

Hachoo!

The force of the sneeze sent the Dalmatian's muzzle diving into the drink, and as he came up he swallowed a decent mouthful. As he surfaced he spluttered and coughed, trying to get the burning rum out of his system and failing. When he looked up with teary eyes at the shepherd, seeking some sort of support, he was met by that same sharp-toothed grin... and yet, something about it unnerved the young pup- it seemed nearly predatory now. A blink later however and the smile became as innocent as ever, and Patch offered a timid swish from his tail.

"I don't really like the taste, Thunderbolt..." Patch admitted, feeling small. "Do you have anything else to drink?"

"And have all of this go to waste? Do you _really_not like what I put all this time into getting for you?"

"Um-"

"You don't wanna be selfish, right, kid?" The shepherd looked down at the pup sternly and Patch felt his tail curve down in a learned response. "You are grateful for all the time I'm taking off my _busy_schedule to do stuff with you right, Patch?

"I-"

Thunderbolt broke eye contact and looked up at the cigar-stained ceiling... his face dissolving into one of misconception.

"What am I saying? Of course you are! Take another drink for me, would ya? I'm gonna grab a smoke. When I come back I expect to see that you've taken another big gulp."

Fearing failure in the eyes of his role model more than anything else, Patch nodded timidly and looked sidelong at the potent Thunder Rum, steeling himself for yet another drink.

Unbeknownst to Patch, as the shepherd turned to grab an aromatic cigar he kept an eye on the younger dog as he put in a serious effort to appease him. The very notion made the celebrity lick his lips in pre-meditative anticipation. As he crossed the gap between Patch--circling the bowl as if attempting to locate the best point of entry--and the shelf where he kept his trademarked cigars, he barked over his shoulder:

"I'm on my way back!"

On hearing his idol's remark, Patch yelped nervously and plunged his muzzle into the amber, attempting to drink down as much of the alcohol before the taste hit him. This tactic failed midway and he choked up half of what he drank and fell away from the bowl, coughing. Thunderbolt, a lit cigar held firmly in the corner of his jowls, returned to the sight and leaned down to help the floundering pup into a standing position, scattering gray ash across Patch's black spots.

As Patch rose, he stumbled a bit and fell to his hocks.

"Hey, there you go kid! Good effort. Feeling good?"

"I dunno, kinda... buggered? Thunder wa-why do I feel dizzy?"

"Why? Well, you're finally having fun," the g-shep explained.

"But I've had fun bu-before and unless I'm on the gramophone I don't get dizzy! Am... am I ok?"

"You're fine, kid, you must just be a bit tired after such a long day."

"I'm not..." but even as he said it Patch felt a yawn rising from his throat; he gave a half-hearted attempt to stifle it. "I'm fine, Thunderbolt. Let's do somethin' else-" this time when the yawn came he couldn't hold it back.

"Well, we can always snuggle on the couch for a bit."

"Really!?" Patch never viewed Thunderbolt as the snuggling type, but he'd definitely take it if it was offered. As he rose to his hind legs to lick the bigger dog's cheek he lost his balance and toppled onto his back, giggling.

"Come on then, let's get going Patchy." Patchy, Patch had never been called that before and yet coming from the muzzle of the greatest dog ever, it made the little dalmatian glow with pride.

Placing his smoldering cigar on the floor, Thunderbolt nuzzled the pup upright once more, getting a good sniff of his virgin sex. It smelt sweet, not yet embolden by the advanced throws of puberty.

Thunderbolt would admit that males were always his preferred cup of tea, mature or young, he had lots of fans... so long as he could corrupt minds or demolish innocence he was game. He felt a very different connection to the pup in front of him now, though. Patch reminded him of when he was young. The world had been so big! He'd had his role models... Rin-Tin-Tin was the first dog he ever pawed off to. He had been, as a young pup, no more than a sheep; nowadays he was the shepherd. One might think that the parallels the wonderdog was drawing between him and Patch would turn him off, but not so. If anything, he wanted to go harder than ever before, as it felt to him that he was sullying his own innocent self, years younger... the ultimate corruption.

Responding to Thunderbolts invasive nose, Patch curled his tail to cover his sheath. Reluctantly the German shepherd moved away, returning above to clench his jaws around the scruff of the puppy's neck before hauling him effortlessly onto the couch.

"Stay there. I've gotta grab my smoke."

"M'kay, Lightening- er, _Thunder_bolt," another puppyish giggle, "I still feel dizzy."

"It'll pass," the older show dog promised, making a pit stop at the alcohol bowl before scooping up his cigar and walking back over to Patch- curled up comfortably on the couch and already dozing off. "Hey kid, I thought you said you weren't tired."

At once Patch was wide--if not a bit blurry--eyed. "I'm not!"

"Course you aren't. We still have snuggle time, right?"

"Mmhm!"

"Well scoot over then, Patchy."

Before Patch could move out of the way Thunderbolt rolled onto of him and jammed his balls up against the pup's muzzle. Grunting, Patch squirmed away from the musky orbs and popped out from underneath the wonderdog's chest, panting.

"You almost squished me!"

"But you felt so warm, kid! Even wonderdogs get cold sometimes, you know." He followed his comment with a chuckle and pulled the juvenile closer to his body.

"Hey! Stop that!" But now Patch was laughing, and his attempts to squirm out of the older dogs clutches were in play and not desperation.

Using his superior strength Thunderbolt held him still, allowing enough room for the puppy to wiggle, but not enough to get out. The feeling of Patch's play-bristled hackles stroking across his itchy sheath made him shiver slightly, and he swore he had a ghost of a knot forming at the base of his sheath.

To prevent the pup from getting frustrated, after baiting a few sensual brush-bys, he let off just enough to permit the worming Dalmatian to escape his grasp and tumble further up the couch.

"I escaped!"

"That you did, kiddo. Worthy of an episode if you asked me," He beckoned with his muzzle for Patch to return to him.

Obediently, the young dog crawled towards his hero and snuggled under his chin. "Good pup. Now roll over and I'll give you a licking. You're all dirty from today's activities."

"Um, ok..." Patch rolled over and looked up at Thunderbolt with innocent eyes; the ghost of a knot that the handsome predator had wondered idly about could definitely be confirmed at this point, as it stretched his loose sheath to a minor degree.

Butting his cigarette out, Thunderbolt bent over and took a long lick down the pup's cheek, ending at his stomach and leaving a trail of wet protruding fur. Inhaling deeply into Patches chest Thunderbolt picked up hints of chocolate, mint, and that sweet smell from before. The warmth from Thunders breath on each exhale made the younger dog flinch, but as a whole remain still and accept the treatment. Moving lower the older dog brushed his nose against the pup's small sheath, snagging a quick sniff before descending further to the puppy's balls-- the source of all those good smells.

Ministering brief, teasing laps to the youngun's smooth, black testicles, he revelled in the uneasy shivers coming from Patch, and fantasized about how long into the night their session would go. The spotted tail began to curve down to cover up the area where Thunderbolt was working on.

"Patch..." The tail, though hesitant, still crept downwards. "Patch, you know better."

A slight whimper came from further up and the tail pulled back a bit, exposing the Dalmatians clenching pup-hole.

"Much better."

Moving on from bait to sinker--Patch's tailhole--Thunderbolt paid extra attention to the musky spot, testing its depth and tightness with snakelike flicks and smiling eagerly at how depraved he was behaving; the signals of discomfort beaming down Patch's spine and making his partially folded tail quiver only fuelled the perverted dog's ministrations. Feeling his sizeable member peek out from its holding folds, and the knot sliding an inch up from where it had swollen initially, Thunderbolt knew he'd have to change his tune soon if he were to keep his excitement up and maintain the discomfort his number one fan, Patch, was experiencing.

"Grooming's over, Patchy."

Though the Dalmatian didn't reply with his voice, Thunderbolt still heard a sigh of relief coming from Patch. He intentionally waited for the exhale to be almost done before adding:

"Your turn."

The relaxed breath caught and sharpened into a tense huff.

"My... my turn? For what" Patch asked, slightly confused.

"What do you think, kid? To clean me, obviously."

"I don't know, Thunderbolt..." Patch trailed off feeling uncomfortable at the notion. Cleaning was for adult dogs to do to pups, not the other way around.

"You don't know or you can't? If you don't know I can explain."

Unable to meet his hero's firm gaze, Patch averted his eyes towards the water bowl.

"If you can't, however, then I have no clue what you're doing spending time with me. I only interact with the best and the most capable. You are that, aren't you?"

Feeling his competitive spirit swell--his desire to be different then his siblings boil--Patch snapped his gaze back to Thunderbolt. "I am!"

"Well I'm not convinced, kid. You gotta prove it to me- just like you've been doing all day. You go balls deep on this last challenge and I think I know who's gonna get the title of deputy...."

At once Patch's mind became resolved. Deputy, all he'd ever wanted in life was to be Thunderbolt's deputy.

"I'm gonna give ya the most champion cleaning ever, Thunderbolt."

"Sounds like a plan, kid. I'm damn proud of you. Now come over here and get licking." The wonderdog rolled onto his back and beckoned for Patch to climb onto his chest.

Patch had never cleaned anything but himself before. He knew what his father or mother would do--quick licks all over his body--but the kind of cleaning Thunderbolt gave him must be on par with what his _deputy_should do in return- even better if he could figure out how.

Copying the much larger shepherd's actions, Patch turned around and began to lick at the creamy tufts of fur a good few muzzle-lengths away from Thunderbolt's fat sheath, swollen slightly by the knot growing within. It tasted salty around the area, strangely enough, but before the young dog could meditate on why, he felt something cold press against his tailhole. The older dog was at it again--more vigorous than ever--nose and tongue battering his anal ring as if in deep inquiry. Though the feelings of discomfort were still there, Patch found he was a bit less self-conscious about it. When the title of deputy was at stake, he'd endure whatever was thrown at him. Besides, the strange ritual was making Thunderbolts tail wag slightly, naturally making Patch's tail sway in time.

The puppy moved lower and the faint musk from before became unavoidable. Thunderbolt had stopped prodding his rear by that point, and Patch could feel how wet he'd gotten back there; it squelched every time he repositioned himself closer to the German shepherds' member.

Patch didn't know what to do when something red peeked out of Thunderbolts sheath. Was it raw flesh? Had he hurt his hero in some way? He hoped not. Noticing Patch's hesitation Thunderbolt looked around the cute spotted body to where he was sporting a bit of red. When he chuckled, Patch almost lost his balance.

"Its fine, kid."

"What is it?"

The way Patch spoke made Thunderbolt's member slide out even more. The Dalmatian took a step back.

"Something you'll learn to love."

"Why?"

"Too many questions, too little licking! Clocks ticking, deputy in training!"

"Ok then..." Patch hated how bashful he sounded. How puppyish. Thunderbolt was not looking for a puppy; he was looking for a deputy! "I'll give it my best shot."

"I know you will. Now if you could just spread your hind legs a little..."

Patch complied, feeling his tailhole go taught as he bowed down towards the red... thing before him.

At first he gave an experimental lick at the sticky surface. Like the fur he'd worked on before it tasted salty. Unlike the fur, however, there was an undertone of bitterness that reminded Patch of Thunder Rum. The second lick he made had far more intention behind it, and as an outcome more red appeared below; the young dog wonder idly how much of it his hero was hiding.

As Patch moved a bit higher up on Thunderbolts dick--unintentionally caressing the tip with his little tongue--the large dog yipped and bucked once, spurting a line of pre across Patch's face and making the young'un tumble off of him. On his way off the couch, Thunderbolt snagged the pup with a free paw and helped him scurry back onto his chest.

"I'm sorry!" Patch whimpered, feeling horrible. "I didn't mean to hurt-"

"You didn't, Patchy, it felt great," Thunder interrupted, enjoying the sight of his pre across Patch's muzzle. "I just got a bit exited, is all."

"Exited? But you whined!" Patch replied, confused. "If I'm hurting you I can st-"

"I already told you that I'm fine. If I do that it means you're doing the right thing."

"The... right thing? But it got me sticky. What was that stuff, anyway?"

"It's called pre. You have it also."

"I do? Where?"

"Not where, kid. How. I'll show you in a bit."

"Ok..." and then another thought came to the young dog as he connected the dots. "Does that mean I have a red thing, too?"

"Now you're figuring it out." Thunderbolt paused for a moment as he altered his plans. Shrugging, he said: "Wanna see yours?"

"That sound smashing, Thunder! But how-"

"Well, I can do what you've been doing to me and you'll see it in no time... but I've got a better idea."

"What is it? You always have the best ideas."

Instead of telling, Thunderbolt rolled onto his side and made a wedge between his body and the couch. After that, he picked up Patch and placed him upright in the pie shaped space so that his four spotted paws pointed out horizontally to the far wall. In this awkward sitting position, a favorite of Thunderbolt's, he began to instruct his innocent apprentice on how to make his 'red' appear.

"Bring your paw down to your sheath, kid. Yea, that's right. See how sitting like this makes it easy?"

"Mhmm."

"You want to rub it-no, not that hard. Softer, like this..."

Thunderbolt placed a shivering paw on Patch's hardening sheath and gave it a few professional strokes, feeling his mouth go dry as a bit of the puppy's wood peaked out of the tight space. The very notion of teaching this young pup how to pleasure himself was driving him crazy

"Hey, I see it" Patch exclaimed, smiling broadly. "I never knew..."

His smile left, however, as the flesh that had been protruding slid back into him with the removal of Thunderbolt's paw.

"Aww, bugger. I can't do anything right. How do you keep yours out for so long, Thunder?"

This is too good.

"Well, kid, I just have a lot more stimulation-" he swallowed "-then you, at the moment."

"Huh? What's...?"

"Never mind. Let's get back to teaching you, ok? Now that you know how to rub give it another go."

Though nothing protruded Patch could feel an itchy tightness in his sheath--no doubt his red, as Thunder had called it--slightly hardened by the well-wrought paw strokes he'd received only seconds before. Clicking his teeth idly as he tried to focus, Patch brought his small paws down to rest at the base of his sheath, where he noticed with a start that an odd bump had formed.

"What's that?" Patch asked inquisitively, poking the slight bulge at the base of the fold.

"It's called a knot." Thunderbolt replied. "It grows when you get excited and start spurting pre. Remember what pre is, kiddo?"

"Mhmm. You splashed me with some."

"Right. And it's what you want. When you start dripping that stuff it means you're doing the right thing. Give it a shot."

"Ok," Patch obliged, dealing a few rushed strokes up and down his length. "I didn't feel anything!" the pup growled, managing to look downtrodden and angry at the same time. "I'm so bad at this. Maybe you should just do it...."

"Do my ears deceive me? My potential deputy doubts himself again?!" he exclaimed, putting on a façade of disgust and hamming it up a bit to really drive the point home.

Hearing the disapproval in Thunder's tone, Patch felt his heart sink into his stomach. "But it felt way different when you did it, Thunder! What did I do wrong?"

"It just takes practice, kid. Give it one more try and remember: Slow and soft."

Patch grunted an affirmation and scrunched up his nose in concentration. This time he would do it; his worth in the eyes of the greatest dog alive was at stake. Biting his lip in determination he slowed his motion down, making sure to intimately grope his sensitive flesh with something like the same precision as Thunderbolt had. As a reward for his mimic--even though it took him a few extra strokes to be successful--Patch was once again confronted by the sight of his red. His eyes beamed in pride.

"I did it!"

"Good work, Patchy..." the showdog purred encouragingly, idly bringing a free paw down to his sticky sheath-hole and the member just within its folds.

Lolling his tongue out to vent some extra heat, he soaked in the sight of the juvenile trying to learn about his sex. "But now you have to act quickly or it'll slip back in."

"What?! What should I do?" Patch whined in panic, afraid of failure.

"Just relax, pup." Out of the corner of his eye the wonderdog saw the puppy's tip begging to retract again.

Using a trick he picked up over his years of experience, Thunderbolt quickly brought a claw down and nicked the very tip of the Dalmatians member. The scratch was hard enough to be felt, but soft enough to only incur some minor discomfort, and even then, for only a very brief period.

Patch yipped in surprise at the sudden jolt, but the shock he felt was soon replaced with excitement as he noticed that his 'red' had started to protrude even more. The ticklish pain quickly turned into a strange sort of... what was_he experiencing? He'd never felt this way before and yet it felt _right, somehow.

"You're doing well for your first time, kiddo." Thunder praised, casually tapping the underside of the puppies member to keep it stiff; he noticed with twist of glee that Patch was no longer responding negatively to his frisky intrusions.

"My first time was nothing like this... though I wish it was. You're one lucky pup, you know that? I would have done anything at your age to get lessons from my role model."

"You had a role model?!" Patch exclaimed, deciding on what was a stranger image: Thunderbolt as a puppy or Thunderbolt having a role model of his own. "Who was it?"

"No time for that, kid. Look." The g-shep nuzzled disdainfully at the younger dogs member, making sure to steal a whiff of the puppy's confused, immature pheromones in the process.

Patch returned his attention to his sweet spot.

"So... I tap the bottom? Like you were doing? I haven't had pre yet so there must be something more I can do."

"You might not be able to make that stuff yet, but nothing's stopping you from trying. If you don't pre, a hump or two will do."

"Hump?"

"Yea, like the thing I did when you licked my coc... er, my red."

"Oh, ok." Figuring that copying was his best rout of action, Patch began to tap the bottom of his swelling member, giggling a bit as it bobbed up and down and tingling all over with that strange alien sensation that had only intensified since it had begun.

His thoughts drifted as he worked on himself... drifted until he was thinking about his father, Pongo. Playing together like they usually did but... but his dad had the same kind of red that Thunder did. Then they started grinding up against each other and before Patch knew it he was stroking his sire's member and Pongo was humping into his paw, splattering the young puppies unsoiled chest fur with pre and lacing the air with musk. See-through liquid collected in puddles that clumped the dirty puppy's fur together and made him feel all sticky and used and...

Patch let out a whine as he felt a potent kick send shivers all through his body. It was an explosive and new feeling to him, but boy did he like it! He quickly became aware of the thrusting motion he was delivering into his own paw and his hero's heavy breathing as he himself pumped his engorged dogwood furiously; overwhelmed by the sight of a puppy so young that he could only desperately dry-hump to pleasure himself.

Unbeknownst to Patch, his perverse, unexplainable fantasies had brought his member to full mast--knot and all--putting on a great show for Thunder who, though a bit disheartened at the lack of pre, settled for the fully erect prodder of a puppy that was definitely growing in sentimental value for him. Though he only loosely understood his strange endearment towards the Dalmatian--this level of intimacy that he'd never really experienced in his lengthy carrier--he knew he had to make something of it.

Though the change of perspective from 'fuck-toy up for corruption' to 'horny puppy in training' had been occurring subtly for the entire night, his plans only really started to evolve after he had mentioned aloud his grievance of not having a role model to teach him the sultry ways of sexual pleasure when he was Patch's age. The German shepherd knew that with the right guidance this pup--so willing to please and trusting of his hero--could be twisted into a depraved mutt and made to be just like him. Glorious visions of tag-teaming helpless dogs of all stripes and sizes, of using them until they forgot their pride and purpose and begged for another fucking, barraged Thunderbolt, firing off all the right synapses and heightening his frenzied mind to a near fever pitch.

"You're doing really, really great, Patchy. How does it feel?" the euphoric wonderdog asked shakily.

"Bri-lli-ent," Patch managed to gasp between thrusts, giving a shaky, heated smile. "Wh-what... next?"

"The best part," Thunder sighed, readjusting his swollen, fully knotted length so it flopped across Patches muzzle.

If he'd been in a more stable mental state Patch might have had second guesses about what Thunderbolts intimidating member was doing so close to his maw, might have even pulled away... but with how things were the Dalmatian looked up at the lewd organ patiently, taking a shot in the dark by lapping across the older dogs slippery length a few times... thus projecting his willingness to progress whatever had been going on to the next level.

"You're a fucking natural, kiddo. A-hng" Thunder groaned in approval and elation as the pups tongue brushed over his shooting cocktip, sending a jolt all the way down to his heavy balls "... a goddamn gem."

Encouraged by his hero's words Patch shifted his focus to the part that had elicited such an overwhelmingly positive reaction- the tip. He began to lick boldly there, willing himself to purvey the strange and new tastes of transitional spunk, the stuff between full out ejaculation and precum (though he did not understand the process yet). It coated the inside of his mouth in a thin layer and made him drool out whatever access there was via the corners of his jowl. Shifting to get a better angle Patch rolled over, humping uncontrollably into the couch and thrilling himself over the new sensation of full-on contact.

"Whoa, whoa! Stop stop stop! You do that for much longer and I'll climax!"

"Climax?" Patch had no clue what climax meant, and yet he was worried that he'd made a mistake.

It would be an immense tragedy if he messed up after doing so well. Fearing that his suspicions might prove to be true he pulled away from Thunderbolt's tip and defaulted back to his nuzzling action from before, offering a desperate alternative to keep up the raunchy process that the young'un was deriving so much pleasure from.

"Much better. Let's take this- a bit... slower, ok?"

"Alright...?" had he avoided the inevitable?

"Here, let's switch up our positions a bit."

Patch let himself be moved around. His thrusting slowed and then, to his disappointment, stopped. His immature meat hung between his hind legs, swinging back and forth like a pendulum. The cool air tickled him down there and the weight put him off balance. In a moment the two were set up and ready for what was to come next.

"Patchy," Thunders voice, less laden with heat after the brief lapse of inactivity, came to the attentive ears of the juvenile. "This is a good position for you to learn in."

It did seem pretty simple. The wonderdog was above him, facing his rear and he was underneath the creamy belly fur of the g-shep, facing a twitching member. Patch, due to his size, fit very comfortably in the space beneath Thunderbolt... pressed close enough so that their fur rubbed against one another, but with enough space to move back and forth under the larger dog... for whatever reason he would need to do that.

"All you gotta do is suck on my cock. Now, I might start humping--just like you were doing a moment back--and you gotta take it, ok? That's why you have a bit of space under me. If you do that I'll return the favour and mock-knot you.

"Mock what?"

"Knot. You know that nice bulge that you felt every time it was squished through your grasping paw? That's an important part on us fellas. If I squeeze behind it..." He did just that, putting pressure at the base of Patches knot.

In response to this new sensation, Patch clenched up as he took a moment to acclimatize to the blunt pressure. It must have been working however, since he was once again being overtaken by the strange wrong but right sensation that made him feel dizzy. And yet this time the sensation made his cock do something different. He didn't hump... but swelled. His prick actually grew in size! Was that normal? He let out an uncertain whine at the sight of the sudden thickening, but Thunder assured him with a chuckle.

"This is what it feels like to be mock-knotted, kiddo. At this point your pre would turn a solid white-"

"It changes colour?!" Patch interrupted, amazed, looking forwards to the day where he too could pre.

How did something transparent turn white? He supposed it was a similar process to the change of taste in Thunderbolt's precum when he had worried about 'climax'.

"Yes, it does. You're gonna be sucking me off so you won't see a lot... but I can pull out after I climax and you can check it out."

"Climax... but isn't that a bad thing?"

"No, no, it's a very good thing. It means you've done your job. It just ends your arousal, that's that tingly feeling you've been experiencing, and it takes a bit before you can get the tingle back."

"Arousal, so that's what it's called. I was feeling something but I couldn't put a paw on it..." Patch drawled off thoughtfully. "But climax still sounds horrible! I don't want to lose my arousal. Is there any way to keep it up forever?"

Thunderbolt rolled his eyes, laughing internally at how much he had to teach the pup before he could hold his own.

"No, you can't keep aroused forever, Patchy. And don't worry: When you climax it's such a great burst of arousal that it holds you over until you hump next." Sure, it was a simplified explanation of climax, the euphoria that came with it, then the afterglow... but by limiting his terms he was limiting the questions, and this in turn would make the actual act arrive quicker.

Patience, Thundy, patience.

"Alright, I think I understand it now." Patch brought his muzzle down to Thunder's wood, trying to get his tongue around the tip.

"Here, let me help you with that." From over his tail Patch heard Thunder's voice come to him.

With a grunt Thunder clenched down and his member jumped up into his chest fur. The sudden leverage made Patch's job a lot easier and he wrapped his muzzle around the elongated, slippery organ, shifting a paw-step forwards to hilt the cock firmly in his mouth... or at least the length he could fit, as he was dealing with nine inches of raw meat here and only had so much space. The girth of the well-endowed shep was already stretching his lips out.

"Good. Now go back to licking--fuck--uh! Yea that's god and I--mmm--I'll give you a nice mock-knotting."

As Patch worked away, Thunderbolt found it harder and harder to keep his thoughts straight. Every nerve in his body was burning, and his precum was already turning white. The scent of his own arousal was heady, and he could only imagine what was going on with Patch's senses- being so close to where the smell was coming from. The exasperated whimpers tipped him off, and yet to the wonderdog's greatest surprise, every whimper was followed by a burst of frantic sucking action. This level of willingness was strange for the young dog. Then Thunder realized that he had crushed down on the poor pup, jamming his member deep enough in to prevent him from breathing and he was trying to pull off of him.

God dammit, old habits die hard.

He'd _never_been careful with his fuck-toys before, often leaving them unconscious in a puddle of cum, saliva, and occasionally blood. Thunder rose hastily and attempted to whimper some sort of consolidation. Patch pulled off of him, repeating what he'd seen his mentor do by putting pressure with both paws around Thunders knot.

"I'm so sorry, Thunder. I, I just couldn't take that much."

"Don't sweat it. I'll let off a bit. You just get me way to excited, ya know?"

Patch nodded and eased his hero's endowment back into his maw, starting up the motion from before... a bit more timidly. It was go time. Thunder was impressed by the puppy's determination. He'd definitely, _definitely_made the right choice to not fuck him silly.

"Ok Patch, now start bobbing up and down on it. Like you're sucking a candy, ok? Back and forth, that's right. It's called giving a blowjob."

Unable to help himself, the shepherd tightened his grip on the pup's bulge and brushed the spotted tail aside to get a good view of the Dalmatian's twitching pucker. Good god he was orgasming hard!

Doing as he was told Patch bobbed his muzzle up and down the extent of Thunder's member that he could take, often ending just before the bigger dog's impressive knot. He had not a single iota of how he could take that giant thing in, but he would give it a try if the challenge presented itself. Eyeing the polyp hungrily, he fell back into the motion of giving his first 'blowjob' ever.

Before long, Thunder hit his preclimax. His concentration broke and moderation flew out the window. His depraved nature took hold. As if spring-loaded his hips jutted forwards and he leaned into the small body beneath him, roughly muzzlefucking the young dog like he had to so many others, first electing a surprised yelp from below that soon turned into a ki-yi and a frantic struggle to create distance from the jackhammering. Thunderbolt wouldn't have it. His muzzle-bitch wasn't going anywhere. Giving Patch a non-too-friendly growl he quickly drove the point home that any attempt to escape would end in pain. Acknowledging the unexpected severity of the situation, Patch immediately stilled himself, bracing the best he could against the thrusts and finding little success.

In autopilot, Thunder talked down to the pup.

"How's that feel, pup? Yea, that's right, choke my fucking member down you cum-rag. Muzzlefuck me hard 'cos that's all you're worth you little-" Thunderbolt stopped on hearing a gurgling sob from below and sobered up immediately, pulling his member out of the younger dogs bruised pallet and throat.

Finding that he could breathe once again, Patch gagged up the cum he had tried to swallow, squelching around in the pool of seed that had collected around him and falling down to the semen-soaked couch. He felt lightheaded and black dots flickered across his vision. Thunderbolt's spurting cock splashed him across the nose and ears but he paid little heed as he tried to get a hold of himself. He was crying like a worthless puppy again but it had hurt so much! His breaths came out in a staccato.

"Fuck, Patchy... I'm sorry. It's just that... it's complicated, ok?" Thunder couldn't believe what had just happened.

Never in the few hundred--no, hundreds--of sexual experiences he'd had, had he stopped abusing whatever he was climaxing into... and yet here he was, hesitating and feeling bad for a puppy that was one of a thousand... no, not one of a thousand but uniquely himself. That alone amazed him: How identifiable Patch was. Flopping over to his side he let his member spurt unattended into his chest fur as he tried to consolidate the younger dog.

"Patch." The Dalmatian didn't look up to him, choosing instead to sob bitterly into the stained couch. "Look at me, kiddo. I'm sorry... alright?"

"Sorry?" Patch whimpered, peaking up from the couch at his brutal idol. "You're sorry? No, no I don't want you to be. It was my fault, Thunder. _My_fault. You'd told me to-*sniffle*-take it and I couldn't. You warned me that you'd start to hump and I'd said I could-" With a mournful, howling ki-yi, Patch shoved his muzzle back into the crack between the couch cushions.

"Sure... you said you could, but, but even deputies overstep their capabilities once in a while and it's, I feel stupid saying this but... it's the sheriff's duty to make things better." Thunder licked at Patch's matted cheek fur until the young puppy looked up at him once more; his eyes were heavy with embarrassment and yet even as Thunder gazed back he could see a light--getting stronger with each second that passed by--blazing in the Dalmatians eyes.

"Did you just say? De-De..."

"Yes, I did." Thunderbolt grinned genuinely, nuzzling the pup into a sitting position.

Brushing away his tears Patch fortified himself, even letting a timid wag or two move his rear.

"You want me to be your deputy, Thunder?"

"I do. You're going to take it, right? You'll be living on the road with me and Lightning... and shit's gonna get hectic, but, but we'll be able to spend time together. You won't be able to go back home to your family, though."

"I, I won't?" Patch looked crestfallen.

Sure he felt outcast by his kin... they'd left him all alone in London... but his dad, his mom? He still loved them and didn't know if he could part just yet. Seeing the puppy's apprehension Thunderbolt thought quickly to find some sort of compromise. He couldn't lose Patch. This loyal squeaker was one-of-a-kind material.

"Well, well, how about I'll send a messenger once a month to them so they can keep track of your deputy training?"

Patch's heart soared at the happy medium, and he smiled broadly through the sloppy fur across his muzzle.

"That sounds champion, Thunder! In that case yes, I'll be your deputy! The bestest deputy this world's ever seen, you'll see! I promise!

"I had no doubts, kid. Now come over here and we can clean each other off."

Patch did not hesitate. The notion, connected now to such a wonderfully exciting event, thrilled him. Suppressing whatever apprehensions that had spawned from his prior failure--ignoring the pain all across his body--he pushed up against the musky shepherd, squelching lewdly in the process, before rolling over to enable his idol, no, his partner, to clean all the spunk from his spotted fur.

And yes, his tail was pulled all the way back... proudly flashing the depraved dog just the way he liked it.