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Everything was in place. Dex grinned as he watched the Dalmatians through the high resolution video cameras hidden in their bedroom. There were hidden cameras in the bedroom, dining hall, bathroom, as well as one outdoor location overlooking the lake. He could set the cameras to record remotely, or by pressing a hidden button at a particular location. All the hard work was done, now he just had to seduce Perdita.

Dex suspected he'd have no trouble, considering how deep in heat the Dalmatian appeared to be, and her obvious flirting. The Doberman could swear she'd been about to invite him inside the bedroom just minutes after meeting him. Perhaps it's for the best that she didn't, because he would have only had three minutes to seal the deal. Sure, a shot of him dicking the famous mother was all Cruella De'ville required, but Dex wanted more. He wanted enough time to knot the bitch and fill her with cum. And hopefully, if she hadn't found time alone with her husband, she'd whelp a litter of his puppies.

Dex grinned, unable to wait until he could brag to his connections among mercenaries about the job. Of course, he only communicated to them through written letters, and they were most likely humans, so he'd have to be a little subtle. He'd say he'd knocked up a famous star from the tellie for one of his jobs. If he told them she was the Dalmatian from the Kanine Krunchies ads, he might not have friends anymore...

Though on video, Perdita appeared to be playing with her family and entertaining her yearlings, Dex was certain she seemed distant...like she wanted to sneak off. When she did, he would go find her. He wanted to fuck her as soon as possible, to spare his sister the trouble. Meg would be trying to seduce Pongo, but if he caught Perdie on camera first, his sister wouldn't need to. Dex told himself he just wanted to spare Meg having to lose her virginity and get pregnant, but he couldn't deny feeling a little jealous. He'd always wanted to fuck Meg properly, and he could swear he was close to getting through to his sister. He'd convince her soon enough. Still, eight grand was eight grand, and if he couldn't convince Perdita, it'd be up to Meg.

Meg watched the cameras alongside him. His sister seemed nervous. She was conveniently in heat, which would undoubtedly help in seducing Pongo, but also all but guarantee pregnancy. She said, "I heard his first litter with Perdita had fifteen pups."

"I've already told you, if you don't want to do it, you don't have to. Besides, if I'm reading the messages Perdita was sending me, I won't have any trouble," he said.

"Maybe, maybe not. Just keep your mind on your mission, and I'll keep my mind on mine," she growled. "If she were so eager to offer herself to you, why's she still playing games with her family?"

"Soon, sis," he said. "Mark my words, my dick'll be sliding in and out of her before the sun rises."

Meg's ears perked up as she watched the camera. "Wait, Pongo is leaving. Quick, play it back."

Leaping over to the surveillance equipment, Dex pressed the button with his paw, rewinding the video and turning up the volume. Together, the Dobermans listened.

On the video, Pongo said, laughing as Patch went rolling into a dresser, "All right, pups. It's time for bed."

"Awwwww, Dad! But I'm not sleepy!" Patch complained.

"I've heard that one before," their father said. "I'll tell you what, you can stay up, but your mum and I need to talk. We'll be back, just stay in the cabin, okay?"

Perdita looked up at her husband and said, "Talk about what?"

Pongo coughed, looking at the kids. "I think you know. Now's the perfect time to be alone."

Dex tilted his head at Perdie's strange response. The Dalmatian laid her ears back, her tail drooping. She looked away from him and said, "It can wait. I'm not ready...to talk about that yet."

The Doberman couldn't mistake the crushed look on Pongo's face, though Perdita couldn't have seen it while she studied the carpet so intently. The husband managed to mutter, "Yeah...okay. I'll...I just need some time to think. I'll be back." With that, Pongo left the cabin.

Meg said, "What was that all about?"

"Marriage trouble we didn't know about?" Dex asked. "It should work in our favor."

With a weak grin, Meg said, "You mean in _my_favor, now that Pongo is all alone. He's heading for the dining cabin. Turn on the cameras...I'll meet up with him there." Taking a deep breath, Meg said, "Well, time to seduce my mark. I wonder how much the puppies will sell for?"

Dex started, "Meg..." but before he could once again remind her that she didn't need to do this, she was gone. His sister put on a brave front, but he could see her shaky steps as she left the mechanics shed. For the thousandth time, Dex wished his sister weren't so damned stubborn. If Meg would just wait until he'd had a chance with Perdie, she might not have to get knocked up at all!

Growling under his breath, he turned back to the camera, placing a heavy paw on the hidden cameras in the dining room. The film began to whirr, ready to record everything that happened in there. Dex sat down to watch, secretly praying that Pongo wouldn't take the bait. He wasn't sure if he could watch the Dalmatian fucking his sister.

Dex blinked. Wait a minute...in the bedroom, all he could see were the puppies. Where was Perdie? He scanned the cameras, but she wasn't in the bathroom, the bedroom, or the dining hall. He felt a pit in his stomach. _What if she were going to find Pongo? What if she caught him with Meg?_He was about to play the tape back to see when and why she'd left., when he caught a glimpse of black spots.

Cocking his head, Dex spoke to himself, "Huh...why's she out at the lake?" She'd left the bunks, but not to find Pongo. She sat alone at the scenic overlook for the lake, the bright moon reflecting on the rippled surface. A beautiful location, perfect for a romantic evening - which is exactly why Dex had hidden Cameras in the nearby trees. Licking his lips, the Doberman pressed the 'record' button to activate all of the cameras at once, just in case.

Grinning, Dex ran for the door. He could ambush her there, seduce her, fuck her, and with luck, be back in time to stop Meg from doing anything stupid with Pongo. Who knows, maybe Meg would be so grateful he saved her from a long pregnancy, she'd finally offer herself to him!

The door to the shed slammed closed behind the eager Doberman as he trotted quickly to the lake. She was easy to follow, her heat wafting through the night air. He was definitely looking forward to this mission!

About two minutes passed before he arrived, and sure enough, there she sat, overlooking the lake. He slowed, walking quietly behind her. He was downwind of her, his nostrils filling with her scent. Time to put on the charm. "Beautiful night, isn't it?"

Perdie jumped at the unexpected voice. She glanced at him and said, "Oh...Dex..."

Glancing around, for show, the muscular Doberman made sure the cameras were rolling and asked, "Where's Pongo?"

The young mother looked him over. "With the pups? I think."

"If I were him, I'd be with you. Enjoying the view."

Perdie smiled softly and looked down. "The lake _is_pretty, isn't it?"

Dex took a step forward. "I wasn't talking about the lake."

The Dalmatian's eyes shot upward, to look into his. He had to suppress a sharp-toothed grin - she was putty in his paws! She didn't object, though she stammered, "W-what?"

He couldn't hide his confidence, however. His ears were perked up, staring her right in the eyes as he clarified, "If you were my mate, I'd never let you out of my sight."

There was no mistaking the flirtations now. She took a single step back, but stopped, speechless, as if deliberating. "I don't think your girlfriend would like you saying that," she said.

Dex grinned. Perdita made no indication that _she_disapproved. "Meg? She's my sister," he replied, not bothering to mention just how close he'd become with his sibling's tailhole.

Perdie paused. Every second was another second for Meg to seduce Pongo. Dex's heart was pounding in his chest, knowing that she'd almost certainly cornered the big Dalmatian with at least a ten minute head start. Still, he couldn't rush his target.

"You shouldn't be here," she said, matter-of-factly.

"Do you want me to leave?"

Perdita sighed. "No." Gently, she patted the ground beside her, and Dex rushed to her side, sitting beside the slender Dalmatian. She looked him over from the corner of her eye and said, "Marriage is harder than it looks."

Dex cocked his head, legitimately interested. What could have put a rift between this famous couple? They looked so happy on the tellie. "What's wrong?"

This got a chuckle from the Dalmatian. "He cheated on me."

Dex could hardly believe it. Who would cheat on someone as fuckable as Perdita? Still, he couldn't help but wag his stump at how candid she was being with him, despite just meeting him. Perhaps he could offer to even the score between them?

"That's terrib -" he started.

"And I cheated on him."

Dex dropped his jaw. "What?"

"It was so stupid!" she exclaimed. "I was in heat and got...caught up in the moment. I felt so guilty, only to find out he was doing the same thing!"

"I...I don't know what to say."

Perdie grimaced. "Neither does he. Or do I. Honestly, we've talked more about it just now than Pongo and I. Is that weird?"

Absolutely weird, but he wasn't about to say it. This must have been what Pongo had wanted to talk about with Perdie, but she'd turned him down. "Sometimes you need a little distance."

"I just...feel so awkward around him And he feels the same way. I've been in heat for almost a _week_and he hasn't even _sniffed_me."

The Doberman thought very carefully about what to say next, and decided to try to put a wedge between them. "Maybe he's not interested in you, anymore."

Perdie glanced over at the Doberman, her eyes fixing on him. She couldn't know everything about the cameras and the mission, but she was certainly onto his ulterior motive. It didn't take a genius to know what he was after. Yet, still, she hadn't turned him away. He should press his luck...

She spoke first, "Maybe I'm not interested in _him_anymore."

Okaaaaay, Dex thought. She was doing his work _for_him! Taking a deep breath, Dex asked, "Do you regret cheating on him?"

Perdie closed her brown eyes and said, "No. And I want to do it again."

Dex's heart almost stopped. He kept his mouth shut, just looking the petite Perdita over, hoping that his front paws hid his throbbing cock (though nothing could mask the scent.

She said, "Ever since I saw you, I've been wet for you. Even when I'd just met you, even when I thought you were dating Meg, even though I'm deep in heat and believe me, I got a nice eyeful of those big balls of yours."

Dex gulped. "The...uh...the thought had crossed my mind, too."

Perdie smiled sadly. "But I can't. If I got knocked up again, that'd be the end of our marriage."

Again? He hadn't realized whoever had sampled her wares last time had left her a parting gift. His heart thumped in his chest, desperate to fill her now. Still, his job didn't require a litter - he just needed to get her on camera. Almost reluctantly, he suggested, "There are other ways..."

"Will you...will you lick me?" she asked with a strange innocence.

"If it will help put out the fire inside you...gladly!" he said immediately. A few shots of him _slurping_at the Dalmatian might not be enough for Cruella, but it could certainly lead somewhere even more incriminating.

"Thank you..." she whimpered, standing up and taking a step forward, glancing over her shoulder to raise her tail right in the Doberman's face. There was no mistaking her motion. And if she'd let him do this, she'd let him go even further - he was sure of it.

Dex shut up and stuffed his nose under the beautiful bitch's tail. His cold nose pressed up against her pucker, perfectly aligning his first, deep lick. She wasn't kidding either - she was dripping like a firehose. Her slippery spade spread wide around his tongue, clenching down hard. He could hardly have expected things to go this well, but in the back of his mind, he was always aware of what Meg would be trying to do with Pongo. Would he hesitate? He'd cheated once already, and Meg could come on pretty strong. A Doberman in heat would be quite the temptation for the old cad.

"Oh, Dex!" she whimpered, tail wagging as she pressed back against him.

Curling his tongue inside his mouth, Dex launched forward into her delicious pussy, stuffing her full. She quivered and gushed around him, spilling down his tongue into his caramel-colored muzzle. Nuzzling deeper, he lifted her up with just his neck muscles, letting her fluids fall effortlessly down his throat. The scent was overwhelming - he swore he could _taste_the unprotected eggs hiding in her quivering womb.

"I can't believe I'm _doing_this!" she gasped, though in honesty, she wasn't doing much of the work. The video was capturing everything, though naturally human beings couldn't tell what Perdie was saying. Still, by the time he was done with the spotted bitch, he'd have all the evidence Cruella could ever need. "Y-you're so good with your tongue!"

Meg had said the same thing, after years of practice.Just wait until you find out how good I am with my dick_._Perdita wouldn't be the first ignorant bitch to fall for one of Dex's cover stories, though to be honest, he wondered if any male would have found the horny Dalmatian as easy prey. He'd barely had to try to get her to lift her tail.

Dex knew exactly when to stop. He could feel her clenching, schlurping_tunnel pulling harder and harder on his tongue until he wasn't sure he'd be able to pull himself free if he tried. Then, she began to quiver and moan, bucking her slender hips. Just before she would go over the edge, the skilled Doberman pulled free with a loud _plop!

"Oh, God, you're delicious!" he grunted, knowing that she would be begging him for his cock now.

Not in so many words. Perdie shuddered, glancing over her shoulder at the massive Doberman, her tail twitching. He could see the way her spasming spade bounced and opened, dribbling his drool and waiting to be filled. Tentatively, Dex placed a paw on her rump, and her tail went rigid to the side.

When she didn't protest, he hopped onto the wife's back. She gasped and said, "W-wait..."

Such willpower. Dex debated just pushing forward anyway to see if she would keep protesting what she so clearly needed. He could just have his way with her and be done with it - the cameras wouldn't know she'd resisted him. He was all the more tempted, since he wanted to get back to his sister as soon as possible. But he didn't want to hurt her - not really. Dump a load into her reluctant oven, maybe, but that's it.

Lifting himself up, he raised his throbbing cock higher, pressing against her tailhole. Perhaps she'd agree to this - not nearly as fun, but he'd be done with her quicker, to rescue Meg. "Okay," he said, as if this was what Perdie had meant.

"No...wait!" she gasped again, inching forward.

Was she _really_still fighting him? He'd left her just inches away from the biggest climax of her life, and she wouldn't even let him in the back door? Trying to salvage the situation he said, "I'm...sorry, Perdie...I got ca -"

"Dex, shut up and listen. Not there - lower."

Dex cocked his head.

Perdie whimpered. "Do it, you dirty Dobie. Pump my pussy full of pups!"

He didn't need to be told twice. Grunting, he slid back, pointing straight toward her heat-swollen cunt. Now this is more like it! With a low bark, he rammed himself forward, his fat, Doberman cock spreading her white-furred belly wide. She was so thin that you could _see_him bulging inside of her, and gage just how far inside of her he was stuck. While Perdie bucked and moaned, inch after inch of dick burrowed into her, _thudded_against her unprotected wall.

His stubby tail wagged wildly as he pounded Perdita, the spotted bitch yelping_and _yipping into the forest night. She panted and rocked up and down, shuddering at how stuffed she must feel. He was so focused on knocking the famous mother up that he didn't notice the rustling in the bushes behind them.

* * * * *

Pongo was panting when he pushed his way into the dining cabin. No one was there at such a late hour, of course. That was why he'd gone there. No matter how hard he tried to talk to Perdie about what had happened, something always came up. At first, it had been his fault, but recently, he'd realized she was avoiding it just as hard.

He'd fucked up, badly, and there was no way to apologize. At first, he'd been grateful to find out that Perdita had slipped up with Thunderbolt. If they _both_cheated, surely they could call it even and go on with their day. But that wasn't at all what happened. Instead of Perdie being indignant, angry, and demanding an explanation and apology, she was silent instead. She had no right to be mad at him for doing what she herself had done.

So instead of a bitter reconciliation, there was just no reconciliation at all. He couldn't even say he was sorry, because that would be a lie. He'd fucked Thunderbolt's girlfriend, Greta, twice, and he'd do it again, even knowing the poor German Shepherd would end up with a swollen belly. Did Perdie regret tying the knot with Thunderbolt? How could he know if she wouldn't talk to him?

That was how Meg found Pongo, slipping into the dining hall behind him. The poor chap was having a minor panic attack, panting even though it wasn't hot. The Doberman slinked past him, and only after her scent had a little more time to fill the room did he even notice she was there.

He blinked. "Meg...right?"

"That's right," she said. "I thought I heard someone in here, so I thought I'd check it out. Are you okay?"

Pongo stood up, recovering his breath. "I'm fine," he lied.

The Doberman looked him over. He certainly didn't seem to be in the mood for flirting, but she sure as hell wanted to prove to her brother that she could get the job done. With luck, she'd finish their mission now, before he even got a chance to try at the wife's wares.

Damn, though, he was quite a specimen. Almost as big as Dex, but sleeker, with a nice fat sheath that stood out against his short fur. She let her eyes slide away from it, lest she give herself away. "You don't _look_fine. Should I find your wife?"

Pongo let out a big sigh. "If only it were that easy."

"Having a fight?" she asked, quietly.

"Kind of..." he said, sitting down.

Meg smiled. "Well, if you need someone to talk to about it, I'm here."

And the longer I sit and talk, the more my scent will fill your beautiful nostrils...

Pongo said, "It's not the kind of thing you talk about with strangers." He seemed tempted, though.

"Well," Meg said, cheerfully, "I know you - at least, I've seen you on the tellie a lot. So we're halfway there."

"Those commercials aren't really me. Aren't really us. I wish we were as happy as those ads make out. So I really don't think you'd understand," Pongo said. "We don't have a perfect marriage - not even a bit."

"I - I'm sorry to hear that," she said.

Pongo looked her over, catching her scent, finally. "It's not your fault," he admitted.

"I'd like to help, if I could," she offered. "I may not know you very well now, but I'd love to get to know you better, Pongo." She ended there, letting his mind wander.

Sure enough, he cocked his head, as if trying to make sure of her meaning. "I don't think there's anything you could do to help the situation."

Meg smiled, stepping toward him. She certainly didn't have much experience flirting with guys (who weren't her brother), but she'd learned it wasn't hard to tempt a male. Perhaps the time for beating around the bush was over. She said, "But I might be able to make you feel better."

Pongo froze, seated in front of her. There was no mistaking the tone in her voice now. Stammering, he said, "B-believe me, there was a time when I'd take you up on that without hesitating..."

She poked her nose up against his and gave him a lick. "I don't mind a little hesitating."

"Meg! I'm married," he gasped.

She grinned. "Is that enough hesitating?" she asked, sliding a paw between his front legs to rest on his white sheath. Pongo whimpered, but didn't jump away or bark or bite.

"Hey!" he gasped.

She squeezed gently, saying, "Your wife might not want this, but I do. Doesn't a big guy like you deserve a little fun?"

When he paused, she did the magic spell that always worked so well on her brother. Kneeling down beneath the Dalmatian, Meg nuzzled his big cock, curling her tongue beneath his sheath. Sure enough, in seconds a little pink was showing.

"Meg, wait!" he gasped, but his words quickly turned to moans as she began to work him with her skillful tongue. She'd practiced hundreds of times on Dex, and Pongo melted just as easily, placing a paw on the back of her head as she suckled him.

The first chance he got to really object, he just groaned, "Perdie might catch us..."

Meg grinned, knowing that she'd won.

She sucked harder, the implications of her victory finally hitting her. She was going to lick him off, raise her little stub tail, and get it right up her swollen cooch. She couldn't risk the mission asking him to try anal - no, she'd be going all the way with Pongo, the most famous stud dog in Britain. Not only would it be her first time, but she was deep in her heat. The prolific Dalmatian would surely put a big, full litter inside of her - the mission would be accomplished in twenty minutes, but the effects would last three months.

Worth it for the money.

But it was more than that, she realized, bobbing her head up and down the Dalmatian's now-full cock. She slid a paw to cup his big, white balls. She _wanted_it all. She wanted Pongo to be her first, to pump her tight, little fortune cookie full, to bloat her spade shut, to claim every last egg. Perhaps she was just star-struck, or her biological clock was ticking, but she wanted him to bust his nuts inside her. Sure, she was nervous - she'd never done anything like this before. But the voice in her head saying "this is crazy, getting knocked up for eight grand" was getting deluged by the voice echoing from between her legs.

"I...I can't," he groaned again, bucking up into her muzzle.

She had to admit, she was impressed to hear any resistance from a male with his dick in her mouth. She began to suckle him full on, closing her lips around him. She could taste the salty, life-giving cum on the back of her tongue.

Not another peep from Pongo. He just quivered, his tail wagging. _What will it feel like?_she wondered, sliding her free paw between her own legs. She pressed down hard against her puffed-up spade, imagining how she could possibly fit him. Sure, she'd taken as large or larger up the ass, but she'd worked her way up. Other than Dex's tongue, her pussy was untouched, pristine, and a good deal more pure than a dog like Meg deserved.

And now she was going to soil it. Sure, Pongo was a great guy compared to the dogs she'd grown up with, but any wholesomeness would be spoiled by the fact that they were cheating on his wife. And even pretending Perdie didn't exist, Meg would _still_feel dirty, fucking poor Pongo in two ways at once. What would he think when the video got out, and his family was in ruins because of this little "harmless" slip up? At least he probably wouldn't know that Meg herself had released the tapes.

"God..." Pongo groaned, helpless to resist her warm,slurping tongue.

All this time, she'd refused her brother's efforts to get inside her because Meg _knew_that her pussy was the last pure thing about her. Could she really throw that away with her _brother?_But now she was going all the way - losing her virginity to ruin a loyal husband, for eight thousand pounds. She was literally a whore, and instead of being horrified, the thought only turned her on. She pawed herself, her wet fluids coating her pad, ready to finally give up any meager semblance of morality.

She was a cold-blooded mercenary, and she'd do_anything_ for money.

"Unnnngh!" Pongo groaned, and Meg realized she'd better take this party to the next level. Just before he wouldn't be able to last any longer, she pulled away, licking her lips to taste the faint hints of his seed. His balls were quivering, ready to launch at any moment.

The perfect time to strike.

The Doberman leaned back against the wall, her stub-tail flush with the floor. Moaning, she spread her hind legs, giving Pongo a perfect view of her black paw-pads, caramel-colored belly, and swollen, black folds. Spreading herself with a paw, she licked her lips and said in her deepest voice, "Fuck me, Pongo."

Pongo panted, his big, red cock gleaming from the moonlight cast through the windows in the nearby door. Meg couldn't help but shiver as she eyes his dick, knowing where it soon would be. This time, Meg didn't have to lie. She said, "Please - it's my first time, and I want it to be you..."

Pongo took a deep breath, taking a step forward. The two would be right on the cameras, a perfect view to prove once and for all just who it was taking liberties with that poor, innocent Doberman bitch.

He took another step, but it wasn't toward her.

"I have to go..." he panted, standing up and dashing for the door. Leaning against the wall, she had no chance to stop him before he was darting into the night. Meg looked around, glancing at the cameras, stunned.

Meg said, "What the fuck?"

Like that, he was gone. He'd resisted an obviously willing bitch in heat, despite being on the cusp of orgasm, in a room coating in her heat. Meg was dumbfounded.

And horny. Her brain raced, trying to undo all the expectations she'd just laid out for herself. He _wasn't_going to cheat with her. She wasn't going to lose her cherry. The plan was up to Dex now, and that spotted bitch. She was dripping wet, and totally unsatisfied, but there was nothing she could do.

Taking a deep breath, she reached down to stroke her bulging spade, knowing that Dex would see it all on the cameras. Let him enjoy the show - though she wasn't sure if she even _could_rub herself off. She'd always had her brother to help her before.

Slow but rough, she pushed and pawed at herself, bouncing her hips weakly. It felt good, but not great, and was mostly serving to frustrate her even more. She'd been so ready - so sure - to take a litter that she didn't even know what to do. Would she be able to turn Dex down, the next time he volunteered to make her a mother?

Huffing, she pounded herself harder, pushing the end of her paw inside herself. That's getting there, she thought, tail wagging. It wouldn't be long now.

Creaaaak!

The door slid open, and Meg's heart almost stopped. Pongo, back for more? Dex? She froze, her paw still lodged in her cunt, eyes locked on the door.

Neither, she realized, as someone shorter than both walked into the room, sniffing. "Da?" he asked.

Oh, shit, Patch!

She only had a second to prepare before the half-grown pup looked her way. Her mind was racing for an explanation, and she realized too late that she'd never removed her paw from her spade - or even closed her legs.

Patch saw her and froze, blinking.

"Uh..." she said, slowly pulling her paw out until it popped free, musky wet fluid spraying the tile floor. Of course, now the young yearling had a perfect view of her sopping, engorged pussy. "He just left..." she said dumbly.

"Wot are you doing?" the black-eyed Dalmatian gasped. Oh, he may not be as tall as his dad, but he knew enough. She could tell from the look in his eye that he was flushed, his tail held down nervously. Perhaps most telling was beneath him - his young little sheath starting to swell.

Now this was something she'd rather Dex _not_see on the cameras. She'd never hear the end of it. It was too late to stop the endless jokes, but at least she could do some damage control. "Just...cleaning myself," she lied, rolling forward onto all fours.

"Were you - ?" he asked uncertainly.

Meg glanced at the cameras, still recording every second of this awkward exchange. "Was I what?" she asked, walking past the perplexed pup. She only had to walk around the counter to get out of view, and the microphones would barely pick anything up if she made it to the kitchen.

Patch turned on a dime as she passed, following behind her. "You said _Da_was just 'ere?"

Did I? Well, shit. "Y-yeah," she said, striding toward the swinging kitchen door. "But he left."

Patch pushed through the door, and thankfully, blessedly, Meg was off camera. Now she just had to pretend everything was normal, and hope that Dex had already gotten the required video. If Patch told anyone what he'd just seen, or if Pongo told Perdie, their whole plan was sunk.

Patch said, "But you smell...you smell right good."

_Does he know what it means?_She smiled and said, "Thanks."

"No, I mean..._really_good. Are you...in 'eat?"

Meg sighed. He knew far too much, to tell the truth. "A little," she admitted.

The famous little pup raised the eyebrow of his black eye. "And Da knew?"

Meg interrupted this line of questioning. "Shouldn't you be in bed? We're not even supposed to be in the dining room this late."

Patch stepped forward. "He knew and 'e left you 'ere?"

I'd better convince him that Pongo was loyal, so that he doesn't tell anyone. "I...I wanted him to stay, but he wouldn't touch me because of Perdie."

Patch's jaw dropped, finally getting confirmation for his suspicions. "You were comin' on to him, innit!"

"I-It's not my fault. I'm in heat, I'd come on to anyone. Please don't tell Perdita!" she added, hoping to get the boy to promise.

By now, the pup's dick was half-out. She realized her mistake too late, when the black-and-white canine said, "Can _I_cop a sniff?"

The Doberman blinked. "What? No, you're just a pup!"

"I'm almost full-grown, and besides, Da says me sisters are all about ta go inna 'eat. I'm just...curious, you know? He told me to stay away from 'em, but if I dae thet, how'll I learn?"

She couldn't deny his logic. At least there were no cameras here. She doubted very much that she was going to convince Patch to let her go without a sniff. Taking a deep breath, the cornered mercenary said, "O-okay. One sniff."

Patch wagged vigorously as he watched Meg walk past him. For a moment, she considered running through the swinging door and making a break for it, but then the boy would tell on her or Pongo for sure. No, as humiliating as it was, she'd have to humor the puppy. Lowering herself to the ground, Meg rolled onto her back, spreading her legs for the eager dog.

"Blimey!" he gasped, looking down once again at her fat, wet spade. "I never seen one so big!"

"Come on, kid, get on with it, okay?" she said, finally betraying her impatience.

Patch took a step forward, lowering his muzzle between Meg's legs to poke his nose just a few inches from her quivering mons. With a loud snfffffffff, he inhaled her scent straight into his nostrils.

"Oh, God, I've smelled this befo'!"

Meg raised an eyebrow. "One of your sisters?"

"Maybe - it were on the car roid up. Penny, right, or Mum..."

She'd suspected Perdie was in heat, but she couldn't make it out on such a windy day. That would make Dex's job a lot easier, and it might mean yet another batch of little Dobie-mix puppies running around without their father. Dex was certainly open about his conquests.

"Kin I lick it?" he asked.

She snapped, pulling her legs together. "We agreed: one sniff!"

Patch wrinkled his eyebrows. Then, glancing down at the Doberman, he said, "I feel right bad about not tellin' Mum about this..."

Was it extortion? Did he really feel bad? Was he just trying to guilt her into saying yes? Meg had to assume the worst - it's what she would have done, after all. If she didn't let the boy have a taste, he would tell Perdie and the plan was shot. Taking a deep breath, Meg relaxed her hind legs, revealing her trembling pussy.

She watched the yearling smile. How did I get into this mess? She wanted to run back to the command center, find Dex, and let her brother guzzle her trembling pussy, but she was stuck entertaining the second-most-famous dog in Britain. Patch was all over the news when he'd saved his family from Cruella with the help of Thunderbolt, and Meg still pictured him as the cute little puppy, but he was much bigger than that now. He was still growing, and if his father were any indication, he'd tower over the Doberman one day.

Patch stuck his little head back between her legs, taking advantage to have another big sniff_before he opened his mouth. Meg shivered, trying to picture Pongo instead of his son, but the eye-patch was too distinctive. With a soft _whine, Meg felt his warm, wet tongue curl up against her fat spade, sliding slowly across her sensitive flesh.

"Nnn," she gasped. "There, now can -"

Only, Patch licked again. Meg groaned, realizing she hadn't made the boy promise only one lick. "P-patch..." she started to object, but a third lick made the Doberman yip.

Two surprisingly strong paws pushed on each of her thighs, spreading her leg apart. Her docked tail offered no protection as Patch settled in, slathering the outside of her pussy. "Ooh...hey...pup...!" she panted, trying to form the words to call him off. Just as she was about to yelp _Stop!_he took it a step farther.

Slurp! His curious tongue pressed into her y-shaped folds, sinking into the horny Doberman. Now, he wasn't Dex by a long-shot, but she'd already pawed herself pretty close to the end. Patch's licks felt good.

Finally, she built up enough breath to yelp, "Patch, stop! You're a _fourth_of my age!"

Speaking intermittently through his licks, the puppy whined, "But...you...taste...so good!"

Now he was definitely pushing his luck. I told him to stop! She reached down with both paws to push him away, but he just nudged forward. On her back, she wasn't strong enough to overpower the one-year-old.

Maybe it's time for a different tactic. He wasn't going to give up easily until his little cock stopped acting like a divining rod for dog-pussy. Panting, Meg said, "Here - let me taste you." She patted her stomach, licking her lips.

Patch didn't need to be told twice. He climbed up between her legs, and for one second, she was worried he would just plunge his little dick into her then and there. But he kept walking, balancing on the bigger dog's chest. She reached up to steady him with her paws, gazing down where he sat to look at his goods.

He was nowhere near his father's size, yet. But his throbbing cock was standing proudly between his legs, the pointed tip lined up with her muzzle. Before she would debase herself by sucking off this virgin puppy, she said, "Now, this is_it_, Patch. I'll lick you, but then you go right to bed, and don't tell anyone this happened."

Patch just grunted, pushing his hips forward until his greasy tip was poking against her nose. "O-okay," he gasped, lacking confidence for the first time. Sure, he'd followed his nose before, but this was something else. Meg wondered if he realized how lewd this all was, getting sucked off by a camp counselor while his family was clueless.

She drew him into her muzzle, and she knew exactly how to lick and touch the boy. She'd work him over quickly, and when he was done, his interest in her would fade quickly. Patch's eyes went wide as he felt the first, wet tightness on his cock, suddenly only able to emit yips_and _groans. His little tail wagged, thumping back and forth between her hips.

She slid her tongue along the belly of his erection, letting her saliva coat him before closing her lips around him. She watched her teeth, but Patch was small enough that she could get a really solid suction around him. "Oi..." he gasped. "My God!"

As she started to bob back and forth, Patch's tail only swished back and forth faster, _thwapping_up against her heat-swollen mound. Meg moaned despite herself, wondering why she hadn't just let the boy eat her out. Sure, she wasn't some cradle-robber, but she'd gotten so worked up over Pongo that she was just _quivering_for release.

As was Patch. The inexperienced pup was no match for Meg's skilled tongue. Before long, he was leaning over her large muzzle, pumping back and forth as she suckled. Panting, the young Dalmatian said, "I can't believe I'm _doing_this!"

I'm the one doing all the work._Still, she could imagine how he felt. Before today, sex was just a thing he'd heard rumors about but never knew. Some far off thing to be told about 'when he's older'. Now, he was as good as_having it, fucking Meg's muzzle every bit as eagerly as a young pup should.

"I...I feel..." he gasped, humping away, one paw on her head. "Nnng, it _hurts_so good..."

She felt Patch's immature knot swelling up inside her, and normally, she'd pull back, but he wouldn't be able to tie her. Instead, she sunk down around him, drawing his cock tip deep into her throat. She bucked up and down against his wagging tail. Patch rocked his little hips, and that was it.

He came.

A new burst of energy send the pup pumping back and forth, spraying the back of Meg's throat with his first load of puppy cum. She let the oily spunk spill down her throat, flowing into her stomach, taking everything the puppy had to offer. Patch went a little too wild, though, howling and pulling back so hard that he slipped out of her mouth. The twitching red rocket was just inches from her face when it erupted for the second time, a thick, greasy jet splashing on Meg's face and neck.

Patch clenched his eyes shut, his suddenly chilly cock stopping there. Two big spurts, and he was done. Dex could manage twenty times that, Meg realized.

"Nnn, nnn," he groaned, his dick trembling.

"There," Meg said. "Satisfied?"

"Nnn-no..."

Meg cocked her head, as Patch continued, "I pulled out on purpose, innit? I _know_you're just 'umoring me."

"Patch?" she asked, confused.

"Dad tole me 'bout the birds and the bees," he said, gasping for breath. "Ya tongue's great, but it ain't your vagina. I want ter mate you - and I fink you want to, too."

'Vagina', is it? The puppy thought he knew a lot more than he did. Meg shook her head, "No, Patch, I don't."

"Oh yeah?" he challenged. Slowly, he backed up until he was standing between her hind legs, and she shuddered when she felt his dripping cock brush against her trembling pussy. He must really have held back if he was ready to go already.

"Stop!" she gasped. "I'm in heat - do you know what that means?"

The young Dalmatian cocked his head. "You can't 'elp yourself?"

Not as knowledgable about the birds and bees as he thinks! Meg said, "It means I could get pregnant - with your pups!"

Patch blinked. This was clearly news to the yearling. "Blimey..." he said, but he looked even _more_eager.

"I don't want that!" she yelped, putting her paws on Patch's chest.

But Patch just glared at her. "But you wanted Da's? Just not mine?"

Meg didn't like the look in Patch's eye. Pushing hard on his chest, she knocked him back a few inches and scootched backwards into the sliding door. Patch hung on, though, his paws wrapped around her thighs. She kept backing up, pushing her way through the door as she tried to keep his bright, red cock away from her vulnerable spade.

"Patch, no!" she yelped, only now realizing that she was on her back in the dining hall, right smack dab in the middle of a bank of three cameras. Patch was still grasping her tightly, lined up neatly with her bouncing mound.

Patch growled. "I fink Mum would be interested to hear wot yer wanted from Da."

Meg froze. There was no mistaking the threat, this time. In any other situation, Patch would have been way out of his league. He might be able to stick her with it, but she could overpower the puppy and tear out his throat if she wanted. He had no idea the kind of person he was messing with.

But he had her right where he wanted her. She couldn't do anything to him without breaking her cover, and unless Dex had already gotten the clips he needed, they would lose out on the money. She couldn't refuse him, or he'd tell his mommy everything. For the first time since Patch had wandered in and caught her with her pants down, Meg realized that this was actually going to happen. It wasn't Pongo who'd take her virginity and pump her full of pups, but Patch.

"No, please," she whimpered, hoping to guilt the young pup.

But it was no easy feat to convince a yearling to turn down a bitch in heat.

Patch said, "I promise I won't tell anyone wot we did. It's your choice."

I'm a mercenary - I'll do anything_for money,_ she rationalized. If she didn't let this pup fuck her raw, the mission was as good as over. Still, she hesitated, her heat-swollen spade quivering up against Patch's drooling tip. Was this_how she'd pop her cherry? Blackmailed by a one-year-old? That was every bit as dirty as fucking Pongo behind Perdie's back. The Doberman had always been told that she'd remember her first time, and boy were they right. Suddenly, she realized that it wasn't only _her purity at stake. Patch was a good little pup, just seconds away from extorting his way into an unwilling womb. Her total corruption would coincide with the first step down a dark path for the yearling.

"Yes..." she whimpered.

Patch grinned down at his large, black-and-gold prize. He groaned as he pressed his hips forward just slightly, his small, firm cock poking against her soft, trembling mound. Meg held her breath, realizing that when Dex watched the video tapes, he'd be watching the exact moment when Patch claimed the pussy he'd wanted for so long. Glancing discretely at the nearest camera, Meg gave a slight shrug and spread her legs, pushing her hips up against the young pup.

"Good girl," Patch grunted.

He didn't say anything else. The spotted dog closed his eyes and slid forward, his pointy, dripping tip poking into her triangular hole. Glancing between her legs, Meg shivered as she watched and felt him spread her rigid spade wide. He was slow and deliberate, feeding his cock into her one centimeter at a time, biting his lower lip.

She was wet and he was nowhere near his father's size. She whimpered as her pussy engulfed him, clutching hard at her first throbbing cock. Only a moment passed, but those few seconds comprised one of the biggest events in any bitch's life. With a groaning thud, Patch sunk flush with her belly, hilted inside the larger Doberman.

"Oh, God," Patch shivered, holding himself as deep as possible in her unprotected cunt. "Da said it would feel good, but I never -"

Meg had had plenty of fun through the years, but this was something else. Nothing could really compare to the feeling of submission, spreading her legs and offering her primed uterus to the cocky little pup. Despite herself, she whined and thumped her stub-tail against the dining hall floor. She squeezed down, her internal muscles cupping and guiding the boy's prick to just the right angle, tip aimed down the sights at her vulnerable cervix.

"Unngh, Patch!" she grunted, placing her paws gently on his chest. She didn't try to push him away - instead, she pressed her hips even farther up against him. She shivered each time his tight little balls pressed up against her tailhole, a sensation she'd never felt before. This was it, she was finally fucking properly, doing the dirty with nothing to protect her from the consequences.

Patch began to hump enthusiastically, tugging on her shoulders as he rocked his little hips back and forth, jabbing and tugging against her soft, trembling pussy. Patch wagged his spotted tail, and Meg whined when she realized one of the cameras was right behind him, with a perfect view of her bulging, sopping spade each time the young buck pulled back.

If you were going to go out, you might as well go out with a bang. Meg panted, "Knot me, Patch!"

When the boy cocked his head, she realized he was playing this all by ear. She whimpered, "Keep it deep, and I won't lose a drop."

His jaw dropped, pounding harder as his first bitch egged him on. "I knew you wanted this!" he gasped.

He's right. Meg had had a hard time getting over Pongo's departure - she'd all but committed herself to bearing his pups. A large part of her didn't even care about the money - she wasn't just a whore, she was a_slut_. She was a bitch in heat, and for the first time in her life, she gave in to her rump's desires. Tongues and assfucking weren't enough anymore. She needed Patch's seed, filling her up like a firehose, making the Doberman a mother. And Patch certainly seemed ready and willing to be a father. "I said I didn't, but I did, Patch. Please, fuck me full of your pups! Make me your bitch!"

This was all too much for the pup's first time. He groaned, humping furiously until he suddenly couldn't pull back anymore. He gave it his best shot, bulging her spade outward, but his fat little knot was just big enough to seal her tight, untried cunt. His eyes widened as he figured out what she must have meant by 'knot'. "I'm gonna dae it!" he gasped. "I'm really gonna dae it!"

And though the words felt unfamiliar on his lips, he knew the meaning well enough. Patch howled, "I'm gonna fuck_me fust _bitch!"

Splurt!

The camera behind him must have a perfect picture of his clenching, quivering balls as he claimed Meg completely. The soon-to-be mother was a virgin no longer, her bloated spade straining as the pup's tip erupted inside her, splattering her defenseless wall. Meg just shuddered and bucked her hips, arching her back to take every last drop straight into her waiting womb.

While she quivered and whined, becoming a dam, the groaning puppy became a true stud, yelping, "Good dog! Take all my puppies, bitch!"

Meg tossed her head back and yowled, "I hope you take after your father!" The thought of fifteen or_more_ new lives growing inside her straining belly was too much for the Doberman to take. She wrapped her paws around his back and came, her entire body shaking and squeezing. She squirted so hard through her tight cunt that she splattered the lens. There was no mistaking the situation for anything else. She was his- body, mind, and uterus.

Soon, the two dogs were panting and quivering together, whimpering as each new _squirt_drained into Meg's body. Patch groaned and gasped for breath, slowly collapsing into the Doberman's embrace, resting his head against the larger dog's shoulder. Tongue lolling out of his mouth, the young pup said, "Blimey. Thanks missus! I promise I won' tell on ya t'me mum."

The trembling Doberman leaned up to lick Patch's face and gasped, "Thanks. For everything. I had no idea how much I needed that..."

"It's jus' like Da said, you laydies can't 'elp you'selves. But 'e din't warn me you'd try'ta weasel outta it, an' he din't say how _great_it'd feel, and he din't tell me it'd give ya pups!"

"What did_he say?" she wondered. _Is that what passes for sex education? On a farm with over a hundred pubescent puppies?

"'E tole us not to do it, no matta how much the girls whine, but if'n we 'ad to, to find a bitch we wasn't related to."

Meg rolled her eyes, though perhaps she and Dex had more of an open view of sex. She said, "Don't you mind that. If you find a bitch that wants it -"

Patch cocked his head. "I thought they _all_wan' it?"

Meg grinned. "Right. You find a bitch, you go ahead and give it to her, no matter who she is. She'll thank you in the end."

Patch nodded, seriously. "Uh...I'm stuck. 'Ow long's this gunna last?" he groaned, tugging back on her tight pussy.

Meg whined, but she could feel him softening already. "If you just...give it a good tug..."

"Grrr...yip!" With a loud pop!, the young pup pulled free, leaving a glistening, white mess dribbling down her well-used spade. He sniffed it and said, "Wan' me ta clean that up?"

Meg shook her head. "I'm going to let it soak in for a while, Patch - make sure it takes."

The boy's face flushed, but he nodded. "I...uh...betta get back befo' mum does and notices I'm gone, innit?"

Meg nodded. "Hurry!"

Patch tumbled out the main door, tripping over his feet as he left his well-bred mate behind. Meg thought, If Perdie had left the building, Dex would surely follow. If he's already got the footage we need, then I just fucked a puppy for no good reason!

Meg smiled, and reached down to touch her bloated spade. "But I had plenty of bad reasons."