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Scamp lay in the cool grass of the glade that had become his secret retreat. A soft, warm breeze drifted through the clearing, rustling through the canopy of trees and sending a glittering pattern of sunlight dancing across the clearing.

He breathed a contented sigh, taking in the sight before him.

Annette and Collette had their maws delicately wrapped around his cock, running their mouths along the length of his member, working in tandem as they moved up and down. Sometimes they worked in opposite directions, while at others they moved together, basically kissing as their tongues overlapped, licking at each other and his dick almost in equal measure.

He wasn’t sure which part of it was hotter.

It had been a few days since Angel had gotten home and Collette had finally admitted her feelings. Understandably, the three of them hadn’t been able to find the most time together, but when Jim Dear and Darling had finally announced it was time for a day at the park, it was an opportunity they couldn’t pass up on.

“Here, it’s just like I was telling you,” Annette was saying. “It’s all about relaxing your throat.”

Pushing Collette aside, she opened her maw before lowering down onto him. He watched her take inch after inch, working her way down as his cock began to press into the back of her mouth. She readjusted when she reached his knot, widening her jaw to accommodate it, but then she just carried on sinking down until her cold nose was pressing into his groin.

She held there for a moment, her eyes flickering up to his, before she started moving.

“gluk glurk glk gluk”

They hadn’t done this much since that first time a few days ago, but Annette’s eagerness to impress seemingly knew no bounds. Spit dribbled down into Scamp’s groin as she pumped her head hungrily, and Scamp hardly needed to do anything as she took on a dedicated rhythm. Rising off only to spear his dick back down her throat.

Still. That didn’t mean he would just sit back.

Placing one of his forepaws on the back of her head, he began thrusting up into her muzzle. At the same time, he pressed down with his paw, taking control while matching her intense rhythm. He could feel her throat tightening as she continued to suck on him, and her eyes lost focus as she was skull-fucked on his cock.

“Glk! Gluk! Glurk! Glk! Glk!”

“Not inside.” Scamp gritted out. “I want to paint you!”

He pulled his paw away as he felt himself approaching the edge, and Annette drew herself all the way off just as he began to cum.

“fuuck,” he moaned.

Jets of warm seed sprayed from his dick, splattering over her head and into her fur. Annette simply shut her eyes, hanging her mouth open wide as rope after rope spurted across her face.

When he was mostly spent, she moved back to suckling on his cock, licking and sucking at the last remnants leaking from his tip. Even as It wasn’t until he was mostly deflated that she finally pulled back, sitting proudly as the cum dripped down her fur.

“I don’t…have to learn to do that, do I?”

Scamp turned to glance at his other sister. Collette was splayed out, one paw in her glistening pussy. Her expression a mix of concern and admiration.

He couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t worry. You don’t need to if you don’t want to.”

He could see some of the tension leak from her body, and she smiled at him. “Thanks. Although…” She rose to her feet and walked over to Annette. “That doesn’t mean I want to miss out.”

And with that, she began licking the cum off her sister’s face.

Scamp clambered to a sitting position, struggling—for the millionth time—to believe the sight in front of him. Annette began to lap at her chops, even as Collette bathed her, and before long the two females were kissing in earnest. Swapping the cum between themselves, spit and semen strung lewdly from their tongues. Aware of his eyes, Collette glanced over to Scamp and winked at him as she took a particularly slow lick across her sister’s face.

Already Scamp felt his cock stirring again. He’d unleashed something insatiable in these girls.

Annette met his eyes as well with an expression that seemed to say, I told you so.

And so she had.

Over the past few days, Collette had blended seamlessly into their new dynamic. She’d taken a deferential position to Annette, but that was really nothing new, so the two of them had adopted the roles smoothly. A small part of Scamp had worried that he would find himself caught between them, the usual tensions between the siblings bleeding into this new relationship, but he couldn’t have been more wrong. Rather than arguing or competing, the two of them were more agreeable and cooperative than ever. It seemed that their shared affection for him was the thing that had finally brough them together.

And he’d be lying if he said that didn’t do wonders for a male’s confidence.

All performance aside, eventually Annette was basically clean, and when they appeared to be slowing down, he walked over, licking them each affectionately.

“Like I could stay on the sidelines after a performance like that,” he commented, giving Annette an appreciative smile before turning to look at Collette. “Lay down and spread those legs.”

Collette was quick to obey, rolling onto her back and offering a full view of her delicate spade. Ready for the taking.

His cock flexed again. Maybe it wasn’t just their cooperation that was boosting his confidence.

Joining her in the grass, Scamp waisted no time burying his head between her legs. He took a gentle, leisurely approach to her soft pussy, licking along and against her outer folds. He ran his tongue along the edges of her entrance, savouring her light, yet distinct flavour. He’d enjoyed getting to know the differences between her and Annette. Despite all their visual similarities, they were actually each quite unique, from their tastes to their shapes to their sensitivities, he loved coming to know the intricacies of each of their tight, quivering diamonds.

He wondered briefly what Danielle might taste like.

“Not to seem ungrateful,” Scamp said, still idly lapping at his sister’s cunt. “But unfortunately, we don’t have all day. And we should probably talk about what the plan is.”

He flicked his tongue into her depths, eliciting a shiver from Collette, before continuing. “I’ve already been working on Angel. Teasing, taunting. Trying to get her riled up. Ever since she got back from vacation, she’s been more eager, so it’s been going pretty well so far.”

“Glad she’s finally coming to her senses,” Annette said, laying down beside the two of them. “I’ve got a plan as to how Collette and I can push her over the edge.”

Scamp stopped to look at her, and Annette’s eyes glittered with that all too familiar mischief.

“Wh-_ahh-_what about Danielle?” Collette cut in, her voice quavering from Scamp’s efforts. “Aren’t we going to…umm, include her, too?”

“Danielle is my one wild card,” Annette admitted. “I’m not completely sure where she stands, but I do know she adores you, Scamp. Just as much as we do.”

Collette nodded her agreement, and Scamp pulled up from between her legs, looking between his two sisters.

His two bitches.

He felt his chest swell with that newfound confidence, and his smile was equal parts excited and cocky.

“I think I can work with that.”

***

Danielle walked through the park, alone, reflecting on the past few weeks.

She had learned years ago that others tended to underestimate her.

To be fair, back when she was a pup, she had been a bit…scatterbrained and slower to catch on. But enough awkward moments and social miscues will eventually get through even the thickest of skulls. She’d learned that she needed to pay extra attention. To really focus on what someone was saying. To listen and respond accordingly. If something was serious, she’d do much better by taking the extra time to think of what to say before speaking.

But in the process, she realized that she didn’t really have much to add to most serious conversations. Most of the time, her extra consideration just made her quiet. Conversations moved too fast or involved too many voices, and so by the time she was sure of what she wanted to say, she’d miss the moment. It bothered her for a while, and she considered trying even harder until one day she’d realized something.

Most of the time, whatever they were talking about didn’t even matter.

So often, everyone always seemed to make such a big deal out of the littlest things. Sure, sometimes there was something actually important, but most of the time it was just some gossip or drama her sisters had latched on to, and she didn’t understand why they couldn’t just seem to let things go. It took a lot to get Danielle riled up, and she figured that was part of why it was so hard for her to participate. Things just didn’t bother her like they did Annette and Collette. She struggled to relate to their constant intensity.

Still, she didn’t have it in herself to tell them they were overreacting. So, rather than risk making a fool of herself by getting involved, she just sort of decided to keep to herself. She was happy to jump in on the lighter stuff, where it didn’t really matter if she was a little awkward, but when things got serious, she mostly listened. Just to stay on top of things. She decided she was happy to follow her sisters’ leads most of the time, because they generally managed to work things out anyways.

The downside to not getting involved, though, was that that the rest of her family still saw her the way they did when she was younger. They assumed she didn’t understand or was oblivious to the things going on around her, especially if she wasn’t directly in the conversation. She’d be around, minding her own business, and others would just assume she wasn’t listening, or didn’t care.

So…it wasn’t as if she was trying to eavesdrop, per se. It sort of just…happened. It wasn’t her fault if they thought a stuffed rabbit in her mouth meant her ears stopped working. Or sometimes, one of them would just vent their thoughts directly to her, not really expecting a response, just wanting someone to listen.

It had stung for a while, but after giving it some thought, she realized she was fine with this too. It wasn’t like they excluded her from things or treated her (much) differently. She felt like a keeper of secrets. Watching from a distance. Collecting information. It made her feel special. Because in fact, rather than being disconnect, it meant she actually tended to have a very good sense of what was going on around the house. Who was mad at whom, how everyone was doing, what they were up to, things like that.

Or, like the fact that her siblings were fucking.

To be fair, in Annette’s case it had been pretty obvious. Her changes in demeanor, her disappearances with Scamp…They’d hid it pretty poorly all things considered. Collette had been slower, more hesitant. To be honest, Danielle hadn’t been certain about her until they’d all run off together in the park just a few minutes ago, but she hadn’t been surprised.

She thought of what the three of them might be up to, alone in some private corner of the park. Scamp’s eyes burning with that flicker of intensity she’d seen more and more frequently. That glimpse of a male looking at a female, taking her in…

Her needy sex pulsed with a sudden flush of need, and she shook her head. She picked up the pace as she moved through the park, finding her usual spot at the edge of an open field where a group of females were chatting. Over the years, she’d managed to narrow down the perfect spot. Close enough to overhear, but far enough to not get any attention.

“Did you hear about Sasha?”

“Lulu saw that Trixie is pregnant again.”

“I heard a rumour that Buster is on the prowl again…”

She settled in to listen to the recent gossip. Unlike the rest of her family, Danielle had never had any major holdovers about sex. Like everything else, she’d just been curious about it. A feeling that had only grown as she’d realized that none of her family were very eager to talk about it. To them it was a Serious Topic, but she had never really figured out why. It was natural, it was pleasurable, so why was everyone was so weird about it?

She’d been so excited when Annette and Collette had agreed to spy on Scamp and Angel’s first heat together. A chance to see everything up close and personal! But while she’d been enraptured by their stumbling, loving intimacy, the other two had used their Very Serious Voices to swear they’d never speak of it again, and so Danielle hadn’t felt comfortable disagreeing.

But that hadn’t discouraged her. She’d just gone looking other places for information.

“I think it’s Boris to be honest,” a shepherd was saying. “I’d flag for him in heartbeat.”

“That puffing cloud-for-brains? You can’t be serious!”

“No, no, she’s right,” A collie mix added. “I had a litter with him once. With his gentle size and strength—mmph, he can leave you walking funny for days.”

In direct opposition to her family, sex seemed to be the only thing the park dogs wanted to talk about. Whether they were purebred house dogs or adopted mutts, they loved gossiping about it: who’d gotten pregnant, who the father was, which males were on the prowl and how good they were. Also unlike her family, there was never any shame or fear surrounding it. In fact, most of the dogs spoke so highly of the experience that she could hardly fathom why her family was so uptight.

“The way his knot just spreads you open…” the dog continued dreamily.

Danielle had spent more than one heat sprawled just out of sight, touching herself to the stories of the park bitches. They went into such detail sometimes that it was impossible not to imagine herself in their place. Being taken roughly or passionately made love to. Pinned down in a back alley or embraced in the soft grass. Danielle had frigged herself silly here more times than she could count. Cumming silently in the bushes or behind a tree.

Normally, she would stay and listen for a while before moving off somewhere more private, but today she was already riled up. She could feel the constant, burning need of her pussy more distinctly, and her body was quickly heating up.

Well, if her siblings were busy fooling around, maybe she had time for a quick…

“Hi Danielle. What’re you up to?”

Danielle practically jumped out of her fur, swivelling to see Angel laying down beside her.

“Oh. Hey there Angel! Not up to much at the moment, just kinda enjoying the park.”

“Do you mind if I join you?”

“Nope!”

Angel settled in, and Danielle took a breath to get a grip on her arousal and calm down. In the silence that followed the distant gossip broke through again.

“—No really! He’s a beast and I don’t just mean his size. That mutt knows how to use his cock like nobody’s business!”

Angel rolled her eyes. “Pfft, they’re as bad as the street dogs.”

But Danielle was surprised by her dismissiveness. “I guess you heard a lot of that kind of stuff as a stray?”

“Oh, you have no idea,” she replied flippantly. “Everyone likes to think that the ruler of the streets is the toughest or bravest dog around, and that is part of it. But it’s really just about who’s siring the pups. Who can leave bitches more than just satisfied. Who could bring them crawling back for more.” She scoffed at that last phrase. “Word travels fast about that sort of thing. Nothing draws rumours and attention faster that a shivering bitch who just got the breeding of a lifetime.”

Danielle had heard as much, more or less, given that a number of the park dogs had been on the streets at one time or another, but she didn’t see a reason to tell Angel that. This was the first time anyone in her family had talked so openly on the subject.

So instead, she focused on Angel’s apparent distain. After a minute of thought, she responded. “And that’s…bad?”

Angel seemed caught off guard by the question. “Well, yeah. Right? I mean, shouldn’t leadership be decided by things like loyalty and affection and trust, rather than just like, pleasure and instinct?”

“Suuure,” Danielle said, slowly. Still working through her thoughts. “But are you sure they’re not connected?”

“What do you mean?” Angel asked.

“I mean,” Danielle stopped again. Wanting to make sure it came out right. “I mean…I think there’s a little bit more that just pleasure and instinct involved, otherwise the leaders would be constantly changing, right? What makes one male better at fu—uh, pleasing bitches than another? There’s got to be a kind of passion and attention involved, no? Maybe the things that makes them good lovers are the same things that make them good leaders.”

She couldn’t help herself. After a pause she added, “they can be hard and soft, when they need to be.”

Angel rolled her eyes at the pun. “Okay, ha ha. Very funny.”

“No, but seriously!” Danielle continued, not wanting a bad joke to kill her point. “It’s one thing to be a good fuck, but to make a bitch long for it again? To beg for it again? He has to care to have girls clinging to him. Those are the stories that last, anyways. More than just the act itself, it’s the details—before, during and after—that keeps girls loyal and waiting for the next time. It’s all the little pieces in between that have them dreaming of it, wanting to be claimed. That takes something special.”

It was only when she finished that she realized she’d started ranting, getting more intense and animated as she went. Angel was looking at her like she had just sprouted wings.

“Who are you, and what did you do with Danielle?” She asked finally.

“I…uh,” Danielle sputtered. “Nothing?”

Angel didn’t look convinced, and Danielle fumbled to find something to say under her scrutiny.

“I…um. Well, I maaaay have a bit of an interest in this sort of thing, and…I might’ve spent a lot of time listening to park gossip over the years. Hahah. But I don’t really know anything! Or rather it’s all just stories and talk anyways, so maybe it’s all hokey. I don’t know, I’m uh, I’m sorry.”

“No, no,” Angel said, still studying her. “Don’t apologize.” She cocked her head, and her consideration seemed to shift elsewhere. “I…I think, hm.”

Danielle kept quiet, trying not to feel wilted while Angel sat lost in thought. She was certain she’d overshared, but Angel’s reaction wasn’t as bad as she’d expected. Still, she couldn’t be sure.

Whatever Angel was thinking about, though, she obviously didn’t feel like sharing, because after a minute or two she cleared her throat. “So, park gossip, huh?”

It seemed like an olive branch, and so Danielle started talking. Hoping to sound casual. “Oh yeah. If anything interesting happens in the neighborhoods, these ladies will be the first to know. They keep on top of everything. More often than not, all the interesting stuff is happening out on the streets, but they get info on that too.”

“A real gossip network,” Angel said, a little of her contempt returning. “So what’s all the news right now?”

All intentions asides, Danielle couldn’t help her enthusiasm from slipping through. “Well, right now they’re discussing which males are on the prowl. Meg, the shepherd over there, and Bella the collie mix are vouching for a dog named Boris. But the others aren’t having it.”

“I think heard of Boris once.” Angel glanced at Danielle. “And what do you think?”

It was her turn to be caught off guard. She’d never actually shared her own thoughts before. Did she have an opinion? “Me? Oh, I don’t know…”

But Angel only waited, and when Danielle felt compelled to answer, she quickly realized she did have thoughts. “I think whether or not Boris is making the rounds, it probably won’t amount to much. There hasn’t been a real leader of the streets in ages, and I mean, everyone still talks about who the true king was.”

Angel frowned. “Wait. You don’t mean…”

“He’s a tramp, and I wish he were miiiine~” Danielle sing songed.

Angel cringed. “Okay, now that certainly must be awkward to hear about.”

Danielle shrugged. “Nahhh, it’s fine. I find it, uh, fascinating more than anything.”

Angel laughed, and Danielle was fine to let the comment play off as a joke.

“Well for what it’s worth,” Angel said. “I always thought a lot of those stories were exaggerated. Time and legend and all that.”

“Whaaat?” Danielle replied. “You mean he can’t ‘fuck so good it makes a bitch go into heat?’”

“Hah! They don’t actually say that do they??” Angel asked incredulously.

“They do! It might be the craziest rumour that gets tossed around, but the stories can get pretty…wild.”

It was true. From nightlong orgies, to having bitches lined up down the street, there was every kind of story under the sun about her father’s sexual exploits. At a certain point, it seemed he had become a kind of stand-in figure for sexual fantasies.

She just barely suppressed a shiver of desire, her heat-stricken body reminding her how it felt about those stories. She thought too of Scamp and their sisters, the way Annette had started clinging to him, and how quickly he’d gotten Collette wrapped around his paws as well.

The thought came unbidden. Like father like son.

“It doesn’t…bother you?” Angel suddenly asked.

The serious tone pulled Danielle from her thoughts, and looking to Angel, her contemplative expression had returned. “Sorry?”

“The fact that…well,” Angel continued hesitantly. “The difference between the dog in those stories and the dog you know as your dad. It doesn’t…mess with you?”

She felt this was becoming a Serious Conversation, so she gave her answer extra time, careful to push her lewder thoughts aside.

“Not really,” she said finally. “I think it comes back to what I said earlier. Being a great leader, being a great lover, even being a great dad, it’s never just one thing, right? My dad’s done all kinds of stuff across his life, rumours or no, so why should one thing matter more? I mean…everyone in our house gets so weird about sex, but it’s just another part of life.”

She gestured at the group of lounging females. “Apparently it’s most important part to some. Or most interesting or whatever, but,” she shrugged. “I don’t really feel one way or the other about it. It all just…is.”

Angel was starring at her again. “I…have you…do you always have this much to say???”

Danielle couldn’t help but laugh. “Meh. It takes a while for me to come up with the right words. So unless someone asks directly, I tend to just keep my thoughts to myself.”

Angel seemed to consider that. Consider her. “Well. Thank you for sharing them with me. I really appreciate your thoughts.”

“No problem!” Danielle replied happily. It did feel good to share her thoughts for a change.

After that, the conversation naturally shifted to lighter topics, but Danielle wondered at this side of Angel, more uncertain and considerate. The two of them had never really been that close, but this kind of questioning seemed new. Did it have something to do with her week away? Had something happened there? Or was it something to do with Scamp? Did she…did she know about Scamp and the girls? Was that why she was acting this way? Danielle didn’t think that was the case, Angel was still in heat after all, but something had certainly changed.

An unpleasant thought struck her. A cold knot of worry forming in her stomach, as she realized she might be missing something. A contrasting feeling to the tight, desperate burn of her spade.

They weren’t…actually thinking about excluding her, were they?

For the first time, the fact that she spent so much time distanced from everything began to worry her. She’d gotten so comfortable watching, she never thought that her family would ever actually leave her out. But they could. There was no reason that had to include her.

She lay there, talking with Angel, wondering if she would need to speak up for herself. But did she even want to? And if she did, how would she know when? What would she say? And to who?

…Was she already too late?

***

After cleaning themselves up, Scamp and his sisters rejoined the rest of their family, and the rest of the day passed without particular incident. Annette and Collette continued flaunting the end of their heats as an early stroke of luck, and the other two bemoaned their continued frustration as much as any season. He tried to keep his eyes on Danielle throughout the day, and he felt like she might’ve been watching him more closely than normal. He really needed to get her alone, but it was proving more difficult than he’d first thought.

Especially considering what else he’d been working on the past few days.

“You hold up alright at the park?” He whispered to Angel during dinner. “Just say the word and next time we can find a quiet spot for ourselves.”

He’d been dirty talking Angel right since she’d gotten home from her trip. Whispering promises and desires and fantasies to her. Pushing at her much in the way Annette had pushed at him. Of course, he hadn’t expected nearly the same kind of response, but every little bit helped, he figured.

“Or maybe not so quiet?” he continued. “I’m sure the other dogs would appreciate the show.”

The funny part was, she was responding. Quite well, in fact. Ever since she’d gotten back, something had shifted in his mate. And whenever he teased her, he could see the hesitation before she shrugged him off. A building tension in her, as if she was holding something back.

“Shall we sneak away right now?” He teased an hour or two later. “I’m sure no one would care if we called it a night a bit early.”

He could chalk it up to a week without relief, and maybe that was all it was. When she talked about her trip, she never mentioned anything unusual or out of the ordinary. He might’ve pressed her about it, but he knew he wasn’t in a position to be questioning an attitude change. Maybe he was just overthinking it.

And also, he thought, as he finally watched her come into their bedroom for the night. I really can’t complain.

She stalked towards him with purpose. Not saying anything, just staring with a frustrated look in her eyes. Immediately, she pressed into him with a passionate kiss, leaning into him hungrily, only stopping to press herself tightly against him.

“Hey, you,” he said once he could get a word in.

“Hey yourself,” she replied, kissing a line along his jawline and neck.

“Someone get a little riled up today?” He asked.

“Shut up. Even the dogs at the park were talking about sex today, as if I wasn’t struggling enough.”

“Haaah. I’m sure you made a show of being distinctly uninterested.”

“…You know that I’ve always been disinterested in that kind of—mmhpf—gossip.”

Or so she said, but she was blushing slightly at the memory. Interesting.

Capitalizing on her pause, he moved in, brushing his mouth across the sensitive parts of her chest and stomach. “Yes, yes. I know that kind of dirty talk is completely beneath you.”

She kissed the top of his head as he lowered down, out of her reach. “Well, I’m sorry some of us like to keep their decorum throughout the day.”

He nudged at the cleft between her hips. “Heheh. My brave-faced trooper.”

She lay down, spreading her legs for him, and he ran his tongue in a long, teasing lick across the length of her puffy spade, enjoying that familiar taste of her heat-soaked arousal. He explored the edges of her swollen vulva with a tender dedication, setting a gentle rhythm back and forth, and in no time, she was squirming underneath him. He teased at the entrance to her slit, pulling and prodding, twisting his tongue into that molten embrace, only to withdraw again.

Angel shivered. “ahhh, well if you already know that, then please stop—hhaa—teasing me!”

He grinned mischievously but didn’t need to be asked twice. Without a word, he pressed forward, burying his snout in the burning embrace of her pussy.

She yipped at the sudden sensation, but Scamp paid her no mind. He pierced his tongue into her depths, twisting and sliding against her walls even as his mouth spread her sensitive outer folds. His cold nose pressed into the sweltering heat of her sex, and he immersed himself in the visceral smell and taste of her feral desire.

“Oh, fuck yes!! Yes, keep going, ohhh shit, ahhh!!”

Her cries were music to his ears, and he did everything he could to drive her over the edge. Taking everything he’d learned from the past week, he lapped at her sex like a parched dog at an oasis.

“Faa_ahh fuck,_ have you gotten—HOLY yes yes yes yes ooOOhh right thereeeeee~”

He could feel her trembling as she hurtled towards climax, the depths of her pussy flexing and quivering against his tongue and maw. He didn’t let up. Cleaving deeper into her even as she tightened, her voice pitched higher and higher as he went. He ground his snout into her swollen mound, curving intricately until his tongue was circling her clit.

“FUUUCK!”

He felt her body seize and withdrew enough that he could breathe as the gush of nectar flooded his mouth. All the same, as the rush of feral hormones assaulted his senses, his body went alight. His new confidence surged, driving him to pounce, to move and hilt himself inside her. To rut and mark and claim as soon as possible.

His cock strained almost painfully, pressing up towards his stomach, and he pulled himself back. Taking a second to clear his instinct-clouded thoughts.

Angel, for her part, lay limp, her chest heaving as she came down from her climax. The two of them paused there for a minute. Then, when he felt more in control, Scamp climbed gingerly overtop her, bringing his mouth to hers once more.

The two of them embraced gently for a minute, sharing the taste of her pussy.

“I had a long conversation with Danielle today,” she said eventually.

The shift in conversation surprised him almost as much as the subject itself. “Oh?”

“Yeah. She actually has a lot to say, once you get her going. At first, I was surprised, but I guess it makes sense. She’s always around. Always listening. I think it’s just easy for her to fade into the background next to girls like Annette and Collette.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know. They’re both bold and confident. Self-assured. Always the first ones to speak. I’m not saying Danielle lacks confidence, but next to the other two...”

Scamp considered this, reframing his perspective of Danielle. She was always the fun one. The lighthearted one. Always around somewhere, doing who knew what. He’d always thought she was off in her own world but. Hmm.

“What did you two talk about?” He asked, turning back to the moment at hand.

“Girl stuff, mostly. She’s really into the park gossip and, well...sex talk.”

His heart jumped in excited surprise, though he tried to keep the excitement out of his voice. “Really? Danielle?”

Angel nodded. “I know, right?”

With a little shifting of his weight, he aligned his still rigid cock with her glistening folds, grinding himself slowly against her. “Do tell.”

She hesitated for a moment, obviously questioning his renewed teasing, but after a second, she continued. “We talked about males running the streets. She argued that a good leader isn’t just about big cocks and brute instincts.”

His cock flexed, and he hoped she didn’t notice. “She said that?”

She scoffed impatiently. “No, no, not literally, she just…she just argued that maybe affection and instinct didn’t have to be opposites. That it doesn’t have to be one or the other.”

He met her eyes, the words hanging between them. This was a sensitive subject for her. One that he’d butted up against and was actively trying to push through.

“And what did you think?” he asked gently.

“I…” She titled her head away, her voice lowering. “She made some good points.”

It was an effort to keep his jaw from dropping to the floor. Danielle had managed to get through to her in one conversation?

He really needed to get her alone.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” he said. “Danielle giving out sex advice.”

He shook his head, coming back to the matter at hand. He stroked his hips slower and longer now, dragging his dick across Angel’s slit. “Though maybe we shouldn’t be surprised,” he rumbled. “They’ve grown into fine ladies. Ladies stuck going into heat, year over year.”

Angel gave him a confused look, but he continued moving his hips in slow, long strokes. Letting his cock rub along her soft stomach, just barely clipping the bottom edge of her twitching mound.

“Stuck listening to us go at it. Trying to sleep, right next door.”

He’d started bringing his sisters up more during sex. Testing the waters. Seeing if he could get Angel to buy into the fantasies of it. She always seemed surprised, but so far, she hadn’t questioned him over it.

“Or maybe they’re not even trying,” he continued. “Maybe they’re up listening, taking in the sound. Hearing at least someone getting their needs met.”

She still looked uncertain, but he could feel her body responding. Her pussy twitching in response to his words and actions. She tilted back towards him, her legs spreading wider. He pressed harder, grinding until his cock was juust pulling at the swollen folds of her vulva, sliding between the lips of her dripping entrance.

“Enjoying the sounds of their brother satisfying a female. Maybe that’s where Danielle’s getting her perspective from.”

“haaaah,” she tried to scoff, but it came out more as a moan. “I’m…I’m sure that’s not...I-I—I’m sure they would’ve said something if it was—hhaa!”

With a light bounce of his hips, he swung his cock, slapping it wetly against her cunt. “Please. What would you expect them to say?” He raised his voice into a nasally impression of one of his sisters. “‘Hi Angel, sorry to bother you but could you maybe stop fucking my brother so loudly every night? It’s kind of hard to sleep through.’”

“N-no—nnghh—it’s not like…do you really think they can…”

She was practically shivering with arousal at this point. Her breathe coming in ragged swells.

So just as the tip of his cock caught inside her shuddering entrance, he heaved himself up and away from her.

“Flip over,” he said.

Angel hesitated again, but only for an instant, before she eyed his swollen member and quickly followed him to her feet, swiveling around to present herself to him.

She was hesitating less and less about actual sex now too. Previously they’d almost never actually fuck, because it was too risky. But since she’d gotten back, he’d started really taking initiative. Pressing her about it. Mounting her without asking. Commanding. Sometimes she told him to stop, and he would. But the more he tried, the more times he fucked her without tying, the weaker her resistance got.

He wrapped his forepaws around her waist, leaning gently into her weight. “I’ve always loved the way you feel beneath me. So soft and inviting.”

He pulled her tight, feeling the heat of her puffy spade on his groin. “The perfect size to wrap my paws around, to rut you until you can’t walk straight.”

“What’s—huff—gotten into you?” She asked. “Ever since I’ve gotten back you’ve been insatiable.”

He humped idly against her backside. “What? Can’t a dog miss his mate? Can’t a male miss his bitch?”

Her voice quavered from his teasing. “A-At least keep the dirty talk to a minimum. And especially not while we’re eating with everyone!”

He oriented himself until his tip found purchase in the folds of her entrance. “What? I’m just being honest. Honest that I’d happily mount you any time, any place, family be damned, if you just gave the word?”

“Scaa—AAMP!” Angel tried protest, but he buried himself inside her, and her over-teased cunt clamped down around him.

He was going to say more, but the molten pressure of her tunnel took his breath away, and he was suddenly glad he’d already gone a few rounds that day. She was almost painfully tight, every fiber of her pussy clinging and massaging his cock before he’d even started moving.

No matter how often he did it, there really was nothing like a bitch in heat.

She wrapped around him like a vice grip, tugging and milking at him, and he found himself working hard to set a decent rhythm as he thrust deeper into her sopping cunt.

“waaaait,” she mewled. “Let me just—Ahhhh!”

He twisted his knot against her mound, and he felt her whole body shake, her pussy dribbling arousal onto the floor. She got even tighter as she came, if that was possible, but Scamp still felt remarkably in control. With a grunt of determination, he continued to evenly plunge his cock in and out of her clenching pussy.

Her legs spread wider, her ass rising up to meet his thrusts, and he recentered his grip on her waist, taking a stronger hold to leverage his thrusts. A better angle to scrap his cock deeper into her hot love canal.

He kept taunting her, his voice taking on a growling edge as he spoke. “At the park? In the street? You just say the word, and I’ll be there.” He was getting louder as he went. “Who cares if someone sees, they should know that you’re mine!”

He mashed against her entrance for extra emphasis, and he could feel her swinging her hips wildly now. humping herself desperately against his knot.

“Shhcaamp,” Angel slurred out. “Your…si-sisters!”

She was probably trying to warn him about his volume, but he couldn’t even pretend to care. He was riling himself up now, and he wasn’t about to slow down. “They can watch too, if they want! We could do it right in their room, give them the best seats in the house!”

“Holy FUuuck~!!!” Angel squealed, and Scamp felt her whole body shudder. Her pussy convulsing around him again as another orgasm rocketing through her.

Grinning confidently, he redoubled his efforts, rutting into as hard as he dared, his knot pressing dangerously into her gushing, twitching slit. When they’d had sex in the past, it had been slow and cautious, the two of them working hard to make his stamina last as long as possible.

But he’d gained a lot of experience recently. And even without his little stint with the girls that morning, his stamina had grown.

He tightened his body flush against her, pausing just for a moment. “Go on, let them hear you,” he whispered.

“I…bahh…shudn’t”

He railed into her. His balls slapped audibly against the lips of her sex, wet with her juices, and he twisted and flexed his cock inside her. He scraped and pressed into as many corners of her pussy as he could, trying to reach as deep as possible without tying her. Working to mark her insides even without knocking her up.

She was panting in earnest now, her breath coming in heaving, moaning gasps, and any attempt at words had descended into incoherence.

As he felt her body begin to tense up again, he rose back up. Raising his voice, he barked, “Howl for me!”

“YESSSSHHHH!!!”

All attempts at subtlety forgotten, she cried out as she came for the third time in a matter of minutes. Scamp gritted his teeth, fighting against his own climax. His whole body screamed to hilt her and sate that heat once and for all, to screw all the plans and just slam his knot inside her cunt and pump her full of his pups. To breed. But in an act of sheer will, he held back. He held inside her, breathing deeply as her molten pussy trembled and clenched maddeningly around him.

Eventually her climax subsided, and as he began to regain control, he resumed thrusting leisurely into her soaked cunt. Keeping his movements slow and gentle while the two of them recovered couldn’t

After a while, when she finally found her voice again, Angel asked, in gasping surprise. “How are you still hard??”

He could help but laugh, and If she could see his smile, she would’ve wondered at the guile behind his eyes. “What? You didn’t think we were finished, did you? We’re just getting started.”

It was going to be a long night.

***

“Oh, oh, ohhhh, fuck!!! Holy fuggkkk howww—shho much, sho haaa fuck fuck YESHHHHH”

Annette lay sprawled out in bed, one paw idly stroking between her legs as she listened to her brother fuck Angel. It had been two days now since their meeting in the park, and he and Angel had been going at it like crazy each night since. Whatever he was doing, it was obviously working. Angel’s moans had gotten even louder and more vulgar.

“Right there, yesss, pound me! fuck me! NNNGHHH!!”

It was like she had never left.

Thinking back to how this all started, Annette couldn’t help but smile. Honestly, her plan so far had gone smoother than she had ever imagined. Convincing Scamp had only taken a little teasing, and that had been the hardest part. Seducing Collette had gone off without a hitch, and now that she was fully on board, Annette was confident that Scamp could pull Danielle into the mix.

She glanced over at her other sister, splayed out in her mess of bedding. Well, she was mostly confident, anyways. They’d been trying to get her and Scamp alone together for days now, but something had always come up or interrupted. Angel had been particularly frustrating, because it wasn’t like they could just ask her to leave Scamp alone. Still, Annette couldn’t bring herself to be worried.

She stroked at her cunt, her body feeling warm and fuzzy as another howl came from next door,

Why should I be? She thought hazily. Bitches like us were made for a male like him.

The thought sent shiver through her, and she stifled a moan of her own. Previously, she never would’ve thought of herself as submissive, but ever since that first time with him it had all changed. Ever since she’d felt his cock split her wide, filling her so perfectly, breeding her so thoroughly and lovingly…Well, how could she not want to worship the male that had claimed her so completely? Serve as his personal fuckpet. How could any bitch resist being dominated by a male as affectionate and caring as Scamp?

He deserves us. A nice pack of loyal, pregnant bitches.

She wanted that for him. Wanted to give that to him. Enough that another shiver ran through her. For now, though, she shook herself off, trying to focus back on the current moment. There were still things to do to make her goal a reality.

Shifting as quietly as she could, she turned to look at Collette, who lay in a similar position to herself, listening to the two lovers next door.

“Say it!” Came Scamp’s muffled voice from the other room.

Angel’s cry was hardly muffled. “I’M YOUR BITCHHHH!!!”

Collette groaned, biting her blankets to stifle the sound as she worked her slit harder, and Annette couldn’t help but smile. Being out of heat had certainly made their desires less urgent, but the sound of a bitch in heat getting railed was hard to ignore, and neither of them had much in the way of restraints towards chasing pleasure now.

Keeping quiet, Annette stalked over to where her sister lay. Moving slowly to crouch down right between her legs. She flicked her tongue just beneath Collette’s paw as way of greeting, and her sister jumped, whipping her head up to look at her.

Annette giggled under her breath. “Need a little help?”

“I…uhh,” Collette replied.

“Just move your paw.”

Still a little stunned, Collette did as she was asked, and Annette took in the sight of her sister’s wet pussy. The dark, tight folds of her entrance hiding the soft pink flower within. The two of them had fooled around a few times before, but it had always been with Scamp. Always part performance. This was the first time it was just the two of them, and Annette tried to swallow the mild nervousness she felt. Tentatively, she licked at her sister’s sex. Her taste was delicate and mildly sweet with a musky undertone.

Annette found she liked it.

She started lapping at Collette’s spade and was rewarded with more of her sweet nectar. Glancing up, she saw pleasure mix with mild confusion on her sister’s face.

“Annette, what…why are you…”

Annette paused. “Well neither of us were sleeping, both too focused on the…intimacy happening next door.” She smiled. “So I thought we might find a better way to pass the time than just pawing off.”

Getting more confident, she pushed her tongue into her sister’s slit, exploring her depths with her maw. She tried to mimic what she’d felt Scamp doing, but it was harder than she expected. She was usually just writhing in pleasure, rather than focusing on his specific techniques. Still, she explored and before long she found her sister’s clit, drawing lazy circles around the little nub as Collette tried to keep quiet.

“Ohhh, yess, fuck right there!” Collette exclaimed softly.

Before Collette could get too wound up, Annette slowed to a stop, licking her chops as she looked back up at her sister. “As fun as this is,” she commented. “It does feel a little one sided.”

“Oh,” Collette said, looking a little nervous. “Do you want me to…do that too?”

“Maybe at some point. But for now, I’ve got a better idea.”

Getting to her feet, Annette climbed over her sister, laying herself unceremoniously over her chest. She held her gaze for just a second, then tilted her head and leaned in for a kiss. Collette froze only for an instant. Then, her mouth was open, inviting Annette’s tongue to dance with her own. The kiss was soft and gentle, like the two of them were exploring something fragile and uncertain. But there was a spark between them. Not the hot fiery passion Annette felt with Scamp, but something softer. A glowing ember. And before long a moan escaped Annette as she explored her sister’s mouth.

When they pulled apart, neither of them said anything. Then, Collette spoke softly. “That was nice.”

“It was. And I definitely plan to do it again,” Annette replied. “But that still wasn’t what I had in mind.”

Ignoring her sister’s confused look, Annette reoriented herself, spreading her legs out to stand overtop Collette. “Lift your hindlegs up.”

A little awkwardly, Collette hoisted her hindlegs up, raising her ass slightly up towards Annette. From there, Annette lowered herself back down, using her hips to keep Collette’s legs lifted. As she did, she felt her mound come to rest on top of her sister’s. It took a bit of concentration, but with some careful maneuvering she found a position where she felt she could move comfortably.

“Ohhh,” came Collette’s mix of pleasure and realization.

“How do you feel? Are you positioned alright?” Annette asked.

“Uhh, I think so. At least for now.”

Annette grinned. “Good.”

Then, as she leaned back in to kiss her sister, she also thrust her hips downwards, grinding her slick pussy against Collette’s. It was an unfamiliar feeling, but a good one. The wet softness of Collette’s lips pressed and slid against her own softly, and the warmth that built between her legs was that same gentle, delicate glow. Growing steadily.

“Mmm, fuck,” Collette moaned, rearing her hips as best she could to push into Annette’s sex. “How’d you think of this?”

Annette’s breath hitched as Collette managed to catch one of the folds of her pussy with a well-timed thrust. “Something I did with Scamp. I just wanted to experiment on what we could do without him.”

Collette’s eyes lowered to her sisters’ mouth. “We should’ve started experimenting years ago.”

The two of them embraced again, letting their bodies do the talking. Annette twisted and writhed on top of her sister, squishing their pussies together. Their love juices mixed and mingled as they humped each other, leading to a warm, sticky mess between their thighs. For a while, Annette lost herself in the sensation of her sister. The solidness of her body beneath her, the smell of her fur, the taste of her kiss, all of it slowly raising that burning simmer that was building in her cunt.

When they came up for air, Collette’s eyes were hazy with lust and pleasure.

Her smile was a seductive challenge. “Fuck me, Annette. Harder.”

Chomping her teeth in reply, Annette got her feet under herself, repositioning so that she could lift her hips higher. From there, she began thrusting down between Collette’s legs, their cunts slapping together audibly with each thrust.

“Yessss, just like—_oooh—_that!”

Annette savoured the pleasure that rippled through her each time she pressed downwards, practically massaging her slit against Collette’s. Collette’s body rocked lightly from the force of each lunge, and she leaned into it, their vulvas clinging and scraping deliciously as they rutted each other.

“Are you getting close?” Colette asked. “I’m gonna cum soon.”

“I’m almost there,” Annette replied. She could feel the pleasure beginning to culminate, her movements getting messier and more frantic, humping into her sister’s spade. “Cum with me Collette, spray your love juices all over your sister’s cunt!”

Collette’s voice started to get higher, and Annette could feel her body trembling underneath her. “Oh, fuck, oh fuck oh fuck, yesssss cum on me Annette! Oh yes yes yes yesyes fuck YES—”

Annette pressed herself back down at the last moment, silencing Collette’s rising voice with her mouth as their bodies shook in climax. The two girls held there, humping into each other as they silently came. When Annette pulled off of her sister they were both gasping for breath, little moans still escaping as their orgasms subsided.

Annette turned over, moving to lay beside her sister, and the two of them cuddled there, basking in their shared release.

Collette gave her an affectionate lick on the cheek. “To think, we could’ve avoided all those frustrating years, even without Scamp.”

Annette giggled. “Right, cause you would’ve been soo open to something like this.”

“Fair point,” Collette said with a laugh of her own.

Annette turned to meet her sister’s eyes. “Actually, on the subject of being open to things. There is another reason I did this tonight.”

Collette’s eyes glinted with interested amusement. “Oh?”

“I was thinking there might be someone else who could benefit from a little girl time…” Annette said.

Collette cocked her head. “Do you mean Danielle? Or—”

“FUCK Scamp yeshhh nhhhhg FAAAHH!!”

Collette glanced at the wall separating them from the lovers, understanding dawning on her face. “Ahhhh.”

The two of them stayed like that, huddled together, whispering out their plans through the night. Eventually Collette shimmied herself down between Annette’s legs, and over the course of the night they explored each other fully, experimenting, rotating between serious planning and simple pleasure. They only stopped when their energy finally slowed, and the call of sleep became too strong. Annette just managed to crawl to her own bed before passing out for the night.

***

The last few days had done nothing to alleviate Danielle’s worries. In fact, they’d only made them worse.

Because it wasn’t enough to pretend she didn’t hear Scamp blowing Angel’s back out every night. Nor was it enough to also pretend that Scamp wasn’t also giving it to Annette and Collette. No, now, her sisters had decided to clamber into each other’s beds in the middle of the night and put on a show like something out of the wildest park stories. Licking and grinding and moaning under their breaths as they fucked each other! And she was just supposed to sleep right through that too??

All of her wildest, horniest fantasies were all unfolding before her eyes, and she wasn’t even a part of it!! Surely someone planned to tell her something soon, right?

Right???

As it was, she hadn’t even been able to paw herself off last night, because she didn’t trust herself to be subtle enough. So she’d just lay there, pretending to sleep, feeling like she was burning alive with desire and need while all of her siblings got it on. The thought of it alone made her sex clench.

And now, here they all were at breakfast. Acting like everything was normal.

It was the last straw for her. Since her talk with Angel, she’d been debating if she wanted to approach Scamp about everything, or how she might bring it up to one of her sisters, but now she was certain. She needed to take matters into her own paws, one way or another.

She just…wasn’t sure how.

This was the downside of being so comfortable sitting out. Making small comments from the sidelines? Easy. Watching and listening quietly? Simple. But when it came to actually putting herself out there, well. The whole reason she’d started keeping to herself was because of how bad she’d been at that. She’d gotten lucky with Angel the other day, but she couldn’t expect that to happen again.

So, she did what she did best: she watched.

Putting aside that incessant, maddening itch between her legs, she watched as Angel acted slightly more on edge than usual. She watched as Annette and Collette were bit more social with Angel than usual. And she watched as Scamp’s eyes occasionally caught her own, a glint of feral curiosity lingering there.

Well, that was somewhere to start at least.

“Oh, that reminds me!” Collette was saying. “Have you seen Jock and Trusty yet? I’m sure they’d have all the details as to what’s gone on in the neighbourhood while you were gone.”

“As well as all the details from before you left,” Annette added wryly, eliciting light chuckles from the group.

“No, I haven’t!” Angel said. “I’ve been meaning to stop over there, but I haven’t had the chance yet.”

“We could go see if they’re around right now,” Annette suggested. “It’s been a bit since we saw them as well.”

This could be a chance, Danielle thought to herself. Maybe I could talk to him outside while the others are distracted.

“Sure!” Angel replied. She looked between Scamp and Danielle. “You guys coming?”

I’d have to pull him away somehow, but I’d have to do it without the others noticing. That might not be too difficult, but Jock and Trusty might also be an issue. If only there was some way that—

Scamp’s voice cut through her thoughts. “I actually wanted to chat with Danielle really quick, but we’ll catch up to you guys.”

“Alright, sounds good! We’ll see you over there,” Angel said.

And just like that, the girls were headed outside. And in no time at all she was alone with Scamp.

Huh.

Danielle tried not to fidget as he walked over to her. Despite the fact that she’d just been planning for this, she felt her heartbeat speed up as she faced her brother’s attentive gaze.

“Sooo, uh, what did ya want to talk to me about?” She asked, working hard to keep her tone light.

He glanced down the hall, to where the girls had left. “Well first, I just wanted to sort of apologize. We haven’t really talked one-on-one since Angel got back, and I didn’t want you to think I was too busy to keep hanging out.”

She took a breath, the throbbing burn of her spade suddenly threatening to make her legs buckle. Had it been this bad a minute ago? Was it always so hot in here? She needed to focus. Right now, the best thing to do would be to let Scamp lead the conversation, but she also couldn’t let this opportunity slip by. She just needed to slowly and subtly bring up the subject.

“No worries,” she said with a smile. “With Angel and Annette and Collette all around, there can be a lot to deal with.”

Slow. Subtle.

Scamp chuckled. “Yeah, there’s definitely a lot going on right now.”

Smooth.

“Right? Especially with the whole sex thing now. I can hardly even imagine!”

Scamp cocked his head, his confident expression faltering slightly. “Pardon?”

Shit. Fuck!

A chill ran through Danielle. The familiar horror of putting her foot right in her mouth.

She began pacing in order to not have to look at her brother. “Oh, right umm. Did I say, ‘sex thing?’ Cause what I meant by that was uhh, well funny story but…umm, ok, well, actually I miiight just know that you’ve maaaybe been having sex with Annette and Collette for at least the past week, if not longer, and—well I guess at first it was just Annette but then recently it was Collette too so yeah that would be both of them—and I miiight have overheard Annette and Collette planning to get it on with Angel last night, so when I said ‘sex thing’, I just meant that everyone’s kinda…having sex these days…so…I guess, yeah….”

She trailed off, casting a sheepish look at Scamp.

Yeah. Slow and subtle.

Surprisingly, he didn’t look shocked or horrified or even particularly stunned like Danielle might’ve expected. Instead, his expression rotated between a number of emotions before finally settling on something like amused bafflement.

“So you, wait. So then…how long have you known?” He finally asked.

The question was so simple that it took Danielle a minute understand it. “Oh! Uh, I guess…since Annette first started throwing herself at you? I mean, I didn’t know for sure what you were doing sneaking around, but after waking up to hearing Annette howling ‘fuck meeee’ a few times it was pretty obvious.”

She laughed awkwardly. “I mean, I am usually the first one awake, you know hahah.”

He winced a little. “Right, yeah honestly that’s fair…So then Collette was…”

“Collette was mostly just assumption,” she said quickly, the words spilling out of her, unable to stop now that she started. “I just saw her sudden attitude change after running off with you two in the park. I mean, she noticed you two were acting differently and asked me about it. She was obviously jealous, so I was pretty sure—”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Scamp cut her off. “So you knew this whole time, and Collette even asked you about it, and you…never said anything??”

Danielle still felt a little uncomfortable, but she couldn’t help but smile at his incredulousness. A part of her enjoyed leaving him speechless.

“Well, everyone seemed happier this way, so it’s not like I saw a problem,” she answered honestly. “And like I told Angel the other day, I’ve never really had the same hangups about sex as everyone else—actually, I probably would’ve done something like this waaay sooner if given the chance, but everyone was all, you know, yeesh, about it until recently, and I’m, you know, me, so…”

She shrugged. “I figured someone would fill me in sooner or later on what was going on, but then sooner became later and I started to worry that I was being left out of the loop, and that felt bad, so I figured I should try to say something, and, uh, here we are!”

Danielle heaved in a breath, working hard to make eye contact with Scamp. This had all gone about as disastrously as possible, with all of her old bad habits coming up. Talking too fast, explaining too much, all of her words just spilling out like a rock tumbling down a hill, going faster and faster. But Scamp didn’t seem upset, so that was promising.

“So. Just to recap,” Scamp said. “You know I’m sleeping with Annette and Collette. You’ve basically known since the beginning. And, you didn’t say anything simply because…you were ok with it?”

Danielle shied back a bit, still picturing the impending judgment. “Yes?”

First, there was nothing. The two of them just stared at each other.

And then Scamp started to laugh.

It started small, but it built as it went, and before long he was down on his side, practically heaving with laughter. Danielle didn’t move, not sure what to make of the reaction.

“She’s the ‘wild card’” he wheezed. “…to think, after all that…”

“Uhh, you ok?” Danielle asked hesitantly.

It took him a second to reply, but he slowly lifted himself up, slowly pulling himself together. “Whooo. Yeah, I’m good. Great, in fact. It’s just—I’ll explain another time.” He shook off the last of his outburst and looked at her seriously. “For now…”

His gaze shifted and suddenly he was looking at her. Taking her in. All of her, and she struggled not to fidget under the pressure of his gaze.

He stalked towards her, a spark of fire flickering in his eyes. “You would’ve done something like this sooner, eh? So all those times you looked like you were teasing me, flaunting, or Annette or Collette would catch you masturbating, it was…?”

“Well…that was actually mostly just accidental.” She mumbled before she could stop herself.

A smile threatened to crack his imposing figure. “You know,” he said. “This is the last thing I would’ve expected and also exactly what I should’ve expected.”

Before Danielle could think of a reply, he was standing in front of her, looming over her.

His voice was a soft rumble. “Would you be willing to do something ‘accidentally’ right now?”

Her heart skipped a beat at the request, her body instantly kicking into overdrive. It was like something out of her fantasies. The whiplash from worry and shame to excitement and arousal was almost more than she could handle, and she struggled to think straight.

“Umm.”

But even overwhelmed as she was, this was what she’d been waiting for. It was better than she could’ve imagined. She couldn’t let this opportunity slip away. She took a breath, trying to pull herself together a little.

“W-Well, you know,” she began stiltedly. “For some reason I still feel like I haven’t fully woken up yet.” she forced a yawn. “Sometimes I just need a goooood,” she rolled onto her back, stretching herself out in a way that put her swollen, sticky, mound on full display for him.

“Stretch.”

She tried to keep the performance up but couldn’t help glancing at him. There was a feral hunger in his eyes, as well as a glimpse of a red tip peeking out from between his legs.

She shot her eyes away and tried to wiggle her hips invitingly, but her pulse roared in her ears and her mind ran in a hundred different directions. Would he mount her right here? Would he use his tongue first? Would he expect her to suck his cock? She would, obviously, if he wanted, but she didn’t have any experience in—

“Eep!”

She flinched at the feeling of his warm breath against her pussy. A male. Her brother. just a hair’s breadth from her aching sex. She tried to keep still, but each instant extended into an eternity as she waited. She wanted so badly to buck her hips, to close that last distance.

“You know, Danielle?” He said eventually.

The vibration of his words sent shivers across her skin, but when she looked at him, she was surprised by the softness of his expression.

“Wh-what?” She asked.

He licked carefully beyond the edges of her spade, kissing a line up her inner thigh. So close, but just out of reach. “You’ve been right about a lot of things, these past weeks.” His mouth traced a line up her belly. His captivating, empathetic eyes never leaving her own. “You’ve had a strong handle on everything going on.”

His front paws were on either side of her shoulders, his head level with her own. He was practically pinning her down. “There’s just one thing you’re mistaken about.”

Her body screamed from his teasing. Railing against all logic with the need for this male in front of her. But still, the idea of having missed something drew a bit of sense from her.

Her voice was a hoarse whisper. “What’s that?”

He smiled. “There’s nothing at all bad or wrong about you ‘being you.’ You’re not giving yourself enough credit. You light up the room brighter than anyone else I know, your positivity is contagious, and your energy is downright enviable. You’re really lovely, and I mean that. Truly I do.”

And then his mouth was on hers, and even as her heart swelled from his words, everything else faded away. There was only the scent of him. The light, tentative pressure of his mouth against hers. A hint of his tongue brushing across her lips.

It was a short, tender moment, but Danielle almost moaned in complaint when he pulled back.

“For what it’s worth,” he said. “We never forgot about you or meant to exclude you. I just needed to figure everything out.” he blushed. “It’s been chaotic, and there’s a fair bit you need to know, but…I’m sorry it took me so long to notice what was right in front of me. I was an idiot.”

“You…probably tell all your girls that.” Danielle managed. She wanted to sound coy, but her whole world was still spinning on its axis, her heart full to the bursting.

He huffed a laugh. “Well, maybe the ‘I was an idiot’ part. But everything else was just you.”

She laughed too, blinking furiously. There were so many things she wanted to say. So many questions to ask. About her sisters, about the two of them, about Angel. But it was all so exciting and unexpected and so much to take in that she couldn’t even imagine where to start.

So, she just kissed him again.

It was wild and ungraceful. There was a lot of licking and giggling and maybe a little crying, but Scamp didn’t say anything. He let her take the lead as she vented all of her pent-up emotion from the past few days. She wanted to get lost in the scent of him, the taste of him, she kissed his jaw, his neck, pushing to her feet in a desperate need to get closer to him. It was like she was drinking him in, and no matter how much she got it would never be enough.

She didn’t remember straddling him, but suddenly he was on his back, and her forepaws were across his chest and something warm and wet and hard was poking at her backside. Fuck, she just needed to ride him right here. She needed to feel him inside her, filling her. She could just move her hips back a little and fucking skewer herself right on his thick, waiting c—

“Hey! Are you guys coming or what?”

The two of them practically jumped out of their fur at the sound of Angel’s voice, followed by the flap of the dog door. Danielle tumbled onto the floor as Scamp—none too delicately—shoved her off, quickly twisting his body to hide his raging erection. Without thinking, Danielle scrambled up to put herself between the hall and Scamp, and she did so just in time to see Angel coming into view.

The Pomeranian’s steps faltered as she took in the two siblings. “You…guys coming?”

Despite the situation, Scamp’s voice sounded calm and casual. “Yep! Our conversation was just running a little long, is all.” Using Danielle body as cover, he turned carefully to face the two of them. “Can we pick this up later, Danielle?”

His eyes flashed to hers, and for a brief instant they conveyed a thousand different thoughts. It was over way too fast, but one thing was clear.

Trust me.

Well, Danielle could do that. Besides, she already had the situation figured out. Probably. More or less. Kinda.

“For sure! Are the others already with Jock and Trusty?” she walked excitedly towards Angel, trying to keep herself between the two of them. “Personally, I don’t understand how anyone can get a word in with those guys, but then again, I usually don’t say a whole lot, so it doesn’t really feel that different.”

She stopped right in front of Angel, hoping they could start in the other direction, but Angel just waited.

“Oh yeah, they’re all already over there. Scamp?”

She tilted her head to look past Danielle, but then Danielle felt Scamp come up beside her, leaning his body close, keeping his lower half out of view.

“I’m right here.”

“Ah, right. Anyways, as I was saying…”

Danielle let the conversation fade out of focus, trying to settle the adrenaline coursing through her. From her encounter with Scamp, to being suddenly interrupted, she felt like she had electricity in her veins. Excitement and exhilaration and nervousness and embarrassment all tangled in her chest as she put one foot in front of the other. She knew her cunt was dripping with need, and it was an effort not to shake herself furiously just to try to free herself from the aching, screaming burn of her desire.

Later, when she could think, she would want to parse everything Scamp had said, as well as his reaction to Angel. She’d gotten a lot of answers all at once, but there were still a number of questions.

For now, though, it was taking everything she had to walk normally in between her brother and his mate, helping to hide the cock that moments ago had been prodding against her.

The cock she was now determined to have buried in her cunt.

***

Later that afternoon, Annette was lying on the living room carpet, savouring the plush softness of the fabric in the midday stillness. Even after a week or so, she still hadn’t fully adjusted to the post-heat relief, and moments like these would catch her off guard. The absence of that instinctual drive being its own kind of pleasure. A freedom from that physical obsession. Something she would go back to taking for granted in a few weeks time.

Although, she thought, brushing her paw against her abdomen. This year will probably be quite different.

She couldn’t help the grin that spread across her features, and she squirmed excitedly. She’d recognized Danielle’s expression when the three of them had joined her and Collette outside. She’d smelled her sister’s arousal and known they were one step closer. She’d been dying to ask Scamp how he’d gone about it, how far they’d gotten, but there hadn’t been a chance to sneak away, and then Danielle had pulled him and Collette into a game in the yard, and she hadn’t wanted to intervene.

There’d be time for that later. And in any case, she trusted Scamp. He’d get his part of things done. Instead, she’d pivoted to her last big focus. She’d seen how distracted Angel looked, how distant and out of it she seemed, and sensed an opportunity. So now she lay here, half feigning her sleepy contentment while she waited…

To see Angel sneaking her way upstairs.

She almost laughed as she saw her tense posture. That all-too-familiar furtive expression with just a touch of shame. No matter how different they all were day-to-day, it seemed that all the bitches of this house were the same when it came to their lust.

She waited a minute or two before getting up to follow.

She crept slowly up the wooden steps, trying to avoid the telltale creak of the floor panels. She could hear soft whimpers by the time she reached the top of the stairwell, and as she approached the first door down the hall, the panting and grunting became increasingly audible.

“gahhh, stupid Scamp, why can’t—_nnggrrr—_fuck!”

In her room, Angel writhed and bucked her hips into her paw, moaning and growling as she chased relief. She was slumped in the center of her and Scamp’s bedding, furiously working her swollen, leaking pussy, her eyes shut in determined concentration.

“It’s never been this bad! Shit shit, c’mon just, ggghhha!”

Annette watched the lewd and desperate display for a moment from the doorway, before casually clearing her throat. “Need some help?”

Angel startled so hard she fell over, letting out a yip of surprise. “Fuck! Annette, hi, uhh, sorry, I didn’t hear anyone…I just wanted to-”

“Did you want some help?”.

She’d obviously taken the question as teasing, at first, but as Annette just stared and the silence stretched, she watched as Angel actually processed the question.

“I, what? No, I’m, uh, I’m alright, I…Did you want something?”

“Not particularly.” She sauntered into the room. “I just heard you pleasuring yourself, and I thought you might like some help.”

Angel blushed, her legs fidgeting nervously. “Well, I’m so sorry you overheard that, but no. I really don’t think it would be appropriate for you to…help.”

She stopped a few steps away from Angel, doing her best to exude relaxed confidence. “Come on, what’s a little pleasure between girls? You think Collette, Danielle, and I have never done a little ‘backscratching’? We help each other out all the time. No big deal.”

It wasn’t a complete lie, thanks to recent experience, but she was just throwing Danielle in for consistency. This was the riskiest part of her plan. The breaking point. If Angel turned her away, she wasn’t sure where they could go from here. She needed to push, but she could only push so far.

It reminded her a bit of another proposal, made in small clearing at the park.

Angel was considering, which was a good start. “I don’t, I’m not sure…”

It wasn’t a no, so Annette began closing the distance between them. Slowly moving towards the bedding. “There’s really nothing to it. I mean, it’s the least I can do considering how I always act during my heat. Especially cause mine ended first.”

“Oh, but that’s no one’s fault,” Angel replied. “You shouldn’t feel like you need to—"

Annette came to rest her head on one of Angel’s knees. “It’s really no big deal, I promise.”

She put a light pressure on Angel’s legs, trying to spread them, and though she still looked uncertain, after a moment, she gave in to Annette’s effort, twisting onto her back to reveal her full, glistening mound. As she moved her head down, she waited for Angel to suddenly resist. To pull back. To snap out of it.

She only flinched when the fur of Annette’s muzzle brushed her sensitive flesh.

“Do you three really do this all the time?” She asked softly.

But Annette had been expecting this question. “Oh, yeah. I mean, not all the time, because usually we do it at night and, you know, a girl’s gotta sleep. But we do our best.”

And before Angel could ask any more questions, Annette pressed her tongue against the warm outer folds of her slit.

“Ahh!”

Angel jumped as much from surprise as from the sensation, but Annette took the opportunity to get her bearings. She knew more or less what she was doing, but she’d never eaten out a bitch in heat. Her vulva twitched and spasmed greedily as Annette teased her entrance, and the taste was muskier, more ferally intense, which when mixed with the overwhelming scent was enough to even trigger her own arousal a bit.

Still, she stayed focused and in control, running along her outer lips. She lapped at her juices, swiping her tongue across her length, before delving into her cunt.

“Ohhh, wow, you really do have experience. Mmm, a little higher, just up, just!”

But Annette didn’t need to be guided, and rather than try to compare to the experience of Scamp’s wild intensity, she worked with precision, moving her tongue to flick and swirl across Angel’s clit.

“Yesss right there, right there, right there, fuck! Yessss!!!”

Angel tensed and bucked, and Annette licked faster, drinking in her arousal as she came. She tried not to flinch back as Angel’s hot depths clenched and squeezed around her tongue, working desperately to keep her inside. She withdrew once Angel had settled, but quickly returned to slow, deliberate licks across the length of her mound.

“You know,” she started, in between licks. “I would’ve asked if you wanted to join us sooner, if I’d known you were sneaking away like this. Nothing worse than trying to deal with your heat alone.”

Angel took the bait instantly. “Oh, no, no. I don’t normally do this at all, I just, this heat has been particularly bad for some reason…mphf”

Annette flicked her tongue inside teasingly, trying to keep Angel on edge. “Ahhh, I know that feeling. No matter what you do, it just seems to get worse?” She thrust her tongue in and out of Angel’s pussy again. “Real relief always feeling out of reach?”

“Yes! That’s exactly—hahh—it!”

Annette tried to keep her tone nonchalant, but it was hard while also tongue fucking her brother’s mate. “Yeahhh, it’s the main reason why I get so insensible sometimes, as much as it pisses everyone off. Nothing can match the real thing, I guess.”

She let the silence hang for a beat, then continued. “Then again, you have the real thing, so I can’t say I know why you’re struggling.”

She pressed against the walls of her sex, burying her snout deeper against Angel’s drooling slit.

“I, we’re not—Scamp and I haven’t, fuck, we haven’t decided if…if we’re ready.”

“Really? If I had a mate like Scamp, I would’ve let him take me ages ago, just to get rid of the damn heat!”

She moved her tongue faster, cleaving deeper into Angel’s pussy, trying to keep her attention divided. In response, the Pomeranian’s legs spread wider, her hips rearing towards Annette’s mouth.

“I…” Angel sputtered.

But Annette didn’t giver her room to think. “Letting a strong, passionate male like that have his way with me? Fuck me senseless? How could I not flag my tail and beg for his litter?”

“Oh fuuuuck!” Angel moaned. “You…you would…”

It was time for the final twist. Without warning, Annette ripped her mouth from Angel’s pussy, stepped over her, and, in a move she’d practiced with Collette, brought one of her paws down between her legs and twisted it so as to grind one of her claws ever so delicately against Angel’s clit.

Their practice hadn’t gone perfectly, and again, Collette wasn’t in heat anymore, but with minimal correction, Annette quickly spread the panting bitch’s folds enough to find that familiar nub.

She grazed Angel’s pleasure center in gentle strokes, and from this new position, her mouth was inches from Angel’s ear. “There’s nothing like getting knocked up by a loving male,” She whispered. “Spreading your legs and giving in.”

Annette was in trouble if Angel thought too hard about what she was saying, but as her whole body seized and bucked against Annette’s paw, it seemed her focus was elsewhere.

“Fuuuuuck yesssss,” She cried.

The two of them held there through her climax, Annette moving her paw delicately, as the molten depths of Angel’s pussy tightened and clamped around it. When it was done, Angel collapse backwards, panting softly.

Annette stepped back, casually bathing her paw as the other dog recovered. “Feeling better?”

They hadn’t done anything particularly special, but Annette’s hope was that the novelty of the experience would heighten the sensation.

It seemed she was correct, as Angel’s reply came between breaths. “Yeah, much better.”

Her smile was perfectly innocent. “Glad to hear it. You just let me know if you ever need something like this again, yeah?”

Angel righted herself, recovering quickly from her orgasmic high. “Uhh, right. Well, hopefully this was just a one-time thing, hahah.”

Alright. Time to leave. Annette could already see the uncertainty and concern returning to Angel’s features as her mind cleared. The longer they kept talking, the more likely she was to start asking questions.

“Hey, remember, don’t worry about it. Just girls helping each other out.” Annette said over her shoulder, already heading for the door. But still, there was one more thing she could say…

She stopped in the doorway.

“Angel?”

Her head snapped up, as if from a daze. “Yes?”

“If you really want this to be a one-time thing, you know the real way to deal with your problem.”

And then she was gone, as quick as she could move casually, and before she was even halfway down the stairs, she was grinning like an idiot. Leaving Angel there, alone with her thoughts and feelings. She couldn’t be sure everything was in place, but she knew they were close, so close that she could almost feel it.

She just needed to bring everyone together now.

***

Angel lay on the floor in the dining room, trying to focus on the rough feeling of the carpet beneath her. She wasn’t trying to sleep. She couldn’t. She just needed the silence. She needed to feel centered.

The past week had felt like a complete blur. A dream. A haze. She felt like she was adrift, caught in a current that kept tossing her about, leaving her untethered and disoriented. Everything was lopsided, and it was impossible to find her footing.

It had all started when she’d gone to the cabin. Pent up with Scamp’s parents. Maybe it was stupid, but she hadn’t realized just how much she relied on Scamp during her heat. And with his parents also being…occupied, she’d been looking forward to things getting back to normal when she got home.

But instead, it had just kept snowballing until it all felt completely out of control.

By now, her body was in overdrive. Her sex ached almost constantly with an intense, pounding fire. She’d rubbed, licked and fucked her pussy raw, and she knew that was part of the problem, but it didn’t stop her from doing it anyways. After all, the brief window of reprieve that followed was the closest she ever got to feeling comfortable.

Everyone in the house gets so weird about sex, but it’s just another part of life.

She was hot constantly. Even at her clearest, she was bit uncomfortable. But when her arousal spiked, she became downright feverish. Her instincts and hormones would strike through her body to the point that she barely felt lucid, the moment becoming unfocused and distant through the fog of desire.

They’ve grown into fine ladies. Ladies stuck going into heat, year over year.

And suddenly everyone around her was so damn horny! They all seemed normal on the surface, but underneath it everyone had sex on the brain. Not only was Scamp constantly spurring her on, but now his sisters had entered the picture as well. Ever since Annette had walked in on her, she’d been… “helped” by her or Collette or the two of them a handful of times. Each time she tried to resist, to say that it wasn’t necessary or that they shouldn’t. But her resistance was getting weaker, her objections more and more performative each time.

Dirty ol’ dog, lusting after your own daugh—

She shook herself off, clearing that memory from her mind, but it didn’t make much difference. The voices in her head gnawed at her focus, strengthening that second heartbeat between her legs. The whole house just seemed permeated with sex. Everywhere she turned there was another trigger, another temptation, something or some_one_ ready to set her off. Or get her off.

And she knew it was strange. She knew something was going on. But the longer it went on, the harder it became to question. The more she found herself thinking: why have I been fighting so long? What…What have I been fighting in the first place?

She kept doing it instinctively. Telling Scamp to pull out, warning him about risks. She did it without even thinking about it, but increasingly she struggled to feel strongly about it. Like she was the weird one. Her own treacherous thoughts mingling with all the lewd whisperings of everyone around her.

“You doing alright over there?” Came a warm voice. A real voice, thankfully.

She spotted Scamp, peaking in from across the room. He trotted over to her, giving an affectionate lick on the head. She groaned softly in response. “This heat is killing me.”

She half expected another vulgar comment from him, something that had become extremely commonplace recently. But his tone was soft and sincere. “Hmm. I guess it has been a pretty bad one, hasn’t it. I would ask if you wanted to do something about it, but. Well, we’ve done basically everything except…you know.”

The one thing that would actually help me. The thought came sharp and unbidden.

Neither of them spoke, but as the silence stretched it wasn’t uncomfortable. It had been a while since the two of them had just…been together, and she realized how much she’d missed it. A glimmer of that normalcy that had been so hard to find. And it made her look at him. Really look.

He sat tall, with his back straight and his chest out, looking…regal. Over the years she’d watched him grow into a handsome, compassionate male, the male she had always loved. But now there was something else. He held himself with a kind of maturity and confidence. Had that always been there? His expression was one of passive contentment, gazing off into the middle distance, and she tried to measure this dog against the one who’d been driving her to near madness for the better part of a week.

He noticed her staring and turned to meet her gaze, offering a goofy, lop-sided smile.

Oh.

In that moment of peaceful clarity, her heart lurched for him. And something clicked.

Everything Danielle had said about leaders, about the different parts of a male instant made sense. It wasn’t just that he could be seductive and commanding or fuck her absolute lights out, which he’d proven he could do over this past week. It was that he could do that, while also being that same companion she’d always known. Part of her had always been afraid of that dominant attitude, because she’d seen dogs that were only that. Nothing below the surface.

But it sounded so silly now. A real male, her male, could do both. Even after everything he’d done this week, he was still the one who would melt her heart time and time again with his stupid, silly grin. How could she not have seen that. How could she have been uncertain that…that…

That this was the male she wanted to have pups with.

In that moment, her heart and body united in one desire, and she understood the way other females had talked about the males they fought over and shared. Her last vestiges of resistance came down, and it was a surprise she didn’t just tackle him instantly. Her heart leapt to her throat, and suddenly it was like she was young and falling in love again. Afraid and uncertain but incredibly excited.

“Scamp,” she started before she could overthink it. “I think I’m—”

“Scaaamp? Angel? Guys! Where are youuu, oh! There you are!”

Danielle whipped her head around the doorway, causing the two of them to jump. “We’re off to the park! Everyone’s already leashed up and ready to go!” She paused. “Am I interrupting something?”

“No!” Angel said, the interruption stifling her boldness. “No, nothing we can’t say later. Let’s go enjoy the park.”

She moved quickly, But Scamp caught her eye, and he murmured to her as she walked past.

“I want to know what you were going to say. We will talk later.”

She nodded, the look on his face saying he probably knew what she’d been thinking. And that was fine. Because although her heart was racing, and her whole body was pounding again with that fiery desire, she felt confident about what she wanted now.

Maybe she’d get the chance to tell him at the park.

~ ~

Unfortunately, the moment the group all arrived at the park, he immediately rushed off out of sight.

She’d planned to stick with him, but he’d moved like a dog possessed off into the trees. She knew they all usually did their own things at the park, but she’d thought after they’d been interrupted…

She tried to shake off her disappointment. She could wait. The two of them had been waiting years already. What was one more afternoon? Looking around, she saw Annette and Collette standing by the treeline and considered joining them but quickly decided against it. She was too giddy and wound up, she just needed some time to herself. Time to get under control.

She moved find a more isolated corner of the field, laying down in the cool grass.

She shivered with nervous excitement, her lustful energy heightening the anticipation. She was trying her best to calm down and relax, but despite her best efforts, her mind was twisting in a million directions. If it had been running wild before this decision, it was a fucking whirlwind now. All of their heated moments and dirty talk from the previous days replayed endlessly in her head.

Who cares if someone sees, they should know that you’re mine_!_

Maybe they’re up listening. Taking in the sound.

They can watch too, if they want!

“You don’t think it’s weird? I mean, she’s his daughter!”

An unfamiliar voice broke through the silence.

Looking up, Angel saw a group of dogs were making their way over to her, chatting and laughing as they did. They stopped a little distance away but were so caught up in their conversation that none of them seemed to notice her.

“Well, I’d definitely say it’s a little strange, but-”

“Oh, please.” A familiar-looking collie cut in. “You two have clearly never spent a day on the streets. This sort of thing happens all the time!”

“I for one think it’s hot,” added a shepherd. “Mmmm. Spreading your legs for the cock that made you. Feeling it slide deep into the cunt it helped create.”

“Yeah, yeah Meg.” A dalmatian rolled her eyes. "Everyone already knows you’re freaky like that.”

It finally clicked why these dogs seemed familiar when Angel heard the name. This was the gossip group Danielle listened in on. And what they were talking about…

The group chuckled at the dalmatian’s comment, but Angel felt her already overstimulated body responding. Her nerves standing on edge, her pussy twitching, and she struggled to keep her breathing even.

She’d heard about this sort of thing as a stray, of course, but this topic had been less common. Especially considering she’d tried to avoid this sort of conversation altogether. Should she leave? She didn’t want them to notice her awkwardly listening in, but also…

More memories from the previous days flashed. The girls, Scamp’s sisters. Helping each other. Helping her. Scamp’s recent sexual fantasies, and how she couldn’t help responding to them.

The wood of the cabin floor. The sound of the lake at night.

I see the way you look at them, Tramp.

Part of her wanted to hear.

“Pettiness and lewdness aside,” a wire fox terrier continued. “Meg and Bella are right. Street bitches respect the social hierarchy, and litters grow up fast. If a male has enough longevity out there,” she shrugged. “Some of them consider it a point of pride.”

The collie, Bella, nodded. “Right? And it’s the same for the females. Imagine you spend years hearing about the prowess of the top male, how incredible he is, all the legends and whatnot. Who else would you want taking your first time? Whether or not he sired you?”

“Then again,” a greyhound said. “Family doesn’t mean much on the streets, so the bitch might not even know the male is her father. And vice versa.”

“True. In the end it just comes down to his skill. Daughters, mothers, sisters, if he’s got that commanding—mmph Je ne sais quoi, then any bitch will flag for him. Hoping for the chance.”

There was a pause, the dogs all sharing a look before breaking out in unison.

“He’s a tramp and I wish he were mine~”

The ladies burst into a cackling laughter, and Angel took that as her opportunity to flee. Her heart pounded as their words echoed in her head, her enflamed pussy leaking out arousal. She’d thought that she had escaped that world, left it behind. But she couldn’t help thinking of how Danielle had described the perfect street leader. The same way she’d just started looking at Scamp.

Any bitch will flag for him.

Her body was firing on all cylinders by now, stoking that antsy, mindless burn that ravaged all logic and reason. And though she tried to shake it off, her mind and body fueled the exponential cycle of lust. She wasn’t sure what she was planning. To find a quiet place to regain control of herself, or maybe just keep moving until she grew tired, but in her unfocused stumbling, she nearly collided headfirst into Collette and Annette.

“Woah! Hey there Angel, everything alright?” Collette asked, as they narrowly avoided each other.

“What? Oh, yeah,” she replied, firmly shaking herself and taking a few deep breaths. The least she could do was retain some semblance of dignity. “I…I’m good.”

Collette looked unconvinced, but Annette spared her any more uncomfortable questions. “Well, this is perfect. We were just about to go look for you. Scamp found himself a private little alcove while you were gone, and we’ve been meaning to show you!”

Collette nodded enthusiastically. “it’s so nice.”

“Oh,” Angel replied, trying to keep her mind from wandering. Images of the two sisters splayed out together flashed in her mind. “I…don’t remember him mentioning that.”

“Ugh,” Annette scoffed. “Really? That’s just like him. To be fair, I think he was waiting for the right time, the perfect moment for the reveal, but I think you’re ready.”

The choice of words struck her as odd, even distracted as she was. “Ready?”

“I just mean there’s no time like the present.” Annette said quickly. “Gotta do it while we’re at the park, right?”

Honestly, the last thing she wanted was to be with the girls right now, but she couldn’t think of a way out. “Right, sure. Where is Scamp anyways? And Danielle?”

“They’re both already over there,” Collette cut in. “It was Danielle’s first time as well, so he wanted her to have a head start.”

The two sisters looked at each other, and Annette nudged Collette somewhat forcefully. If she wasn’t so on edge, so desperately aroused, Angel might’ve noticed something odd, but as it was, she disregarded the interaction.

“Anyways,” Annette said. “The other two are expecting us, so come on!”

The two spaniels made their way confidently into the trees, away from the main field of the park, and Angel had no choice but to follow.

Trying to think about anything other than sex, she took in the sights as they walked. She’d never delved that deeply past the main field of the park, but this area was surprisingly lovely. The trees were just dense enough to provide cover while never feeling cramped or disorienting. They crossed over a few loose gravel walking paths, and while Angel saw a couple humans and dogs here and there at first, in no time at all it was just the three of them. Initially, the new scenery was refreshing, but as they kept walking, her eyes kept drifting lower, towards the swinging hips of the two sisters.

Any bitch will flag for him.

The gossipers’ words cut through her best attempts at distraction, and the visions of the girls helping each other returned, this time morphing to include Scamp. As the walk grew monotonous, her arousal-soaked brain twisted her memories of the previous days into a haze of fantasy. Annette eating her out while being pounded from behind, Scamp mounting her while his sisters watched on, the different combinations sprung up endlessly, all circling around that powerful, dominating image of her mate.

Part of her felt it was wrong, but it also made her wetter than ever.

“Uh, girls,” Angel said, trying to re-ground herself. “Are we almost there?”

“Yep,” Annette replied, glancing back as they came to a denser wall of shrubs and brush. “It’s just through here.”

Angel was glad for the task of avoiding branches, as it gave her something to focus on. Still, her mind wandered. She was distracted enough that she didn’t notice the growing sound until it was right in front of them, the two sisters coming to a halt just at the edge of a clearing.

It sounded like…

“Well, here we are!” Collette said happily, using her paw to clear the branches obscuring their path.

And before Angel could argue, or prepare herself, or do literally anything, Annette was suddenly behind her, giving her a forceful shove out of the brush and into the glade.

It was indeed a very nice little spot. Patches of sunlight danced under the flowing shade of branches rustling in the breeze. The tall grass lay mostly untouched, a mix of clover and other wild grasses filling the sizeable, picturesque getaway. But Angel didn’t see any of that.

She was too focused on the dogs fucking in the center of it all.

The sounds and smells of it assaulted her. Strong enough that her legs trembled. Her body responded so keenly that it felt like every strand of her fur was standing on end. Every nerve alight.

Because of this, it took her a minute to recognize Danielle.

Her face was twisted up in an expression of euphoria, her tongue lolled completely out, her breath coming in wild, panting gasps. Her eyes were wide and unfocused, completely lost within a haze of pleasure.

She was pressed down onto her front legs, her hindlegs stretched up, raising her ass high for the male wrapped tightly around her waist. Her tail wagged furiously, and her whole body rocked in a frantic rhythm against him as he hammered into her. His jabs were short and frenzied—he’d already knotted her it seemed. Still, his grip around her waist was strong enough that every so often he lifted her back legs clear off the ground.

She howled with a wild glee, in rhythm with his thrusts. “Knock! Me! Up! Knock! Me! Up! Knock! Me! Up!”

And then Angel caught his eye. His wild, feral gaze piercing hers, and she took him in for the first time. He winked, offering a tentative smile. A flash of that lighthearted gentleman shining through the dominant beast he’d just been. And she realized what she’d already known but not accepted.

That it was Scamp.

For a full five seconds, her mind simply ceased to function.

She could’ve felt fury. She should’ve felt betrayal. Confusion. Frustration. Heartbreak. Disgust. Any equally valid response to seeing her mate fucking another girl, his sister no less. But instead, she simply watched, frozen, as his thrusts slowed, and he hilted himself as deeply as could inside Danielle’s fertile cunt, his balls tensing as he shot his spunk into her deepest depths, claiming her womb and filling her with his pups. Marking her as his bitch.

And the first feeling to trickle through her overloaded nervous system was…pride?

She watched, and all she could see was the vision a male that everyone gossiped about. The male behind all the legends she’d heard growing up: fierce and powerful, yet kind and loving. The male who had bitches lining up year after year to offer their heats to him, to beg for another litter of his pups. She watched, and all of Scamp’s dirty talk about his sisters came rushing back to her, about the power and authority of plowing a bitch for all to see. The raw confident energy of a male breeding a female.

There’s nothing like getting knocked up by a loving male.

She watched, as his knot slowly deflated, and he withdrew from Danielle. She watched as Annette and Collette went to them, checking on Danielle before moving to lick at their brother’s cock. They worked along his shaft, cooperating to twist and stroke their tongues along his dick. They cleaned him of Danielle’s juices, while also suckling any last bit of cum from his tip whenever they got the chance. Eagerly worshipping his member.

It all fell into place. Everything that had been happening since she’d gotten home. Scamp had taken charge. Taken control. Taken…his sisters.

How could I not flag my tail and beg for his litter?

The sight made her dripping sex clench.

Angel stifled a moan as she took the whole scene in. Her mate and his pack of worshiping bitches. His sisters, who had grown to adore him over the years, now offering themselves fully to him. Distantly, the strangeness of the past week all began to click into place, but it wasn’t really on her mind. Her pussy was a molten, twitching, drooling mess, and the rest of her body wasn’t much better. Her heart thundered like it might explode out of her chest, and each pulse sent a shockwave of burning desperation coursing through her.

She was so overwhelmed that she hadn’t even noticed that they had all turned to look at her. She only noticed when Scamp started towards her, his cock swinging hypnotically between his legs. Fully erect.

They hadn’t just been cleaning him. They’d been prepping him. For round two.

“Hey, Angel.” He said, his voice casual, as if it were any other day. “You doing alright?”

Somehow, the sheer normalcy of his question pierced through the miasma clouding her brain, and she managed a shaky laugh. “I’v-vve B-been better. I th-thhink.” She managed to look from him to his sisters. “I-it, ss-seems you’v-ve been b-busy.”

His laugh was light and clear. “Yeah, you could say that again. I’m sure you’ll have a lot of questions. But, something tells me there’s more important things to handle first.

Her body moved before she could even think, spinning around and presenting her soaked diamond to him. Offering, begging to be taken. She tried to come up with something else to say, some witty remark, or reply, but she couldn’t make the words form.

He chuckled again, and she might’ve felt embarrassed, ashamed to be brought to this point. Just another bitch for him to knock up. But it was everything she had to not mindlessly pant and buck her hips at him.

“Fair enough,” was all he said.

When they were alone, he always started with his tongue, so Angel naturally assumed this time would be the same. She had just enough time to register the surprise of his legs wrapping around her waist before-

THRUST!

“fuuuuuckkghhhh!!”

Her howl was a guttural cry of sheer relief as Scamp slammed his cock up to the base of his knot. Her cunt sprayed out a wild gush of arousal, and stars danced in her vision as her whole body seized around him. She’d had his cock inside her plenty of times before, but she’d never been this sensitive, never this pent up, and he’d never been so…determined.

“Fuuuck, how’re you tighter than everrr” Scamp growled out.

He railed into her even as her walls clenched and pulled and milked at him. He stretched and tugged at her vulva, pistoning right through her climax, and hitting corners that she didn’t even know she had. Fucking her like he hadn’t even noticed she was cumming. Like he hardly knew she was there. Like she was just another one of his bitches.

One of his bitches.

The thought sent a surprising rush of pleasure through her, so much so that she almost missed his question.

“Do you want me to pull out?” His voice was maddeningly nonchalant.

He punctuated the question by grinding his swollen bulb against her entrance, pushing up against her clit and striking her with another wave of euphoria.

“…No,” she managed through the onslaught against her pussy. “N-not this time.”

He continued hammering into her with reckless abandon, and before long the rhythmic slap of his knot against her outer folds matched the ragged yips of her mindless panting. Her tongue lolled from her mouth as words began harder to think, let alone say.

She’d thought she knew how rough he could be, considering the past week. She’d been wrong. He slammed into her so hard the force rocked through her whole body, and it grew increasingly hard to think about anything other than the male overtop her. The cock striking between her legs.

“Really?” Scamp drawled on, though he showed no sign of slowing. “You want to be tied like my sisters? Bred and claimed? Knocked up with our first litter, after all these years?”

As the questions slowly filtered through the hormonal, bliss-soaked sludge of her brain, He suddenly bore down on her. Using his larger size to pull her against her cock with each thrust, she felt his knot ramming harder against her slit. His balls, soaked with her juices, slapped wetly into the bottom her mound with each thrust. Heavy and full of that relief-giving puppy batter.

“I thought you were above all this. Breeding like wild animals. Rutting each other senseless. Clinging to the male with the best cock!” he cried. “You should’ve seen how Annette threw herself at me, a mindless bitch wanting nothing more than to be her brother’s pregnant fuckhole!!”

Angel wailed wordlessly, her cunt seizing in response to his words. She wondered, distantly, where his sisters were. Just to the side, watching. Eating his cum out her Danielle’s freshly fucked cunt. Another orgasm wracked her body.

Scamp was speaking again, growing louder and more intense. “And then there was Collette. She snuck into our room to get off to the smell of our blankets. Came all over the floor just from her brother’s scent!!”

She wanted to reply, to say something, but all that came out of her mouth were garbled cries in affirmative.

“And as it turns out, Danielle’s been wanting this the longest.” He barked. “If she’d had her way, we would’ve been all fucking each other for years now! Hell, maybe even mom and dad could get involved!!”

The last comment was almost too much, and as Angel howled out, ravaged by her mate, she thought she might just collapse. But the next thing she knew there was a light, sharp pain at the back of her neck, and she yelped in surprise. She felt the tug of Scamp’s teeth pulling at her scruff, yanking her head back and holding her in place. He’d bit her.

He’d never bit her before, nothing even close, and the shock of it was almost as powerful as the sensation. The tightness at her neck, the feeling of his jaw around her throat. The pressure of it. The raw power emanating from him as he held her completely at his mercy. Fucking her as he pleased.

Her body shook uncontrollably as she squirted out her strongest climax yet.

And still, Scamp did not let up in the slightest, his dick jack hammering into her dribbling pussy. But whether it was the sharp sensation of his teeth, or simply the commanding nature of the act, something provided her an instant of clarity, and suddenly she was blathering out.

“PLEASE!! Knock me up and make me your bitch Scamp!! Breed me just like you did your sisters!! Let me worship you cock just like they do!!! Knot me and pump me full I need it I need it I needitIneeditIneeditI—"

POP!

Without a word, Scamp hilted himself inside her. Forcing his knot into her ragged cunt.

And her whole world shifted.

Her depths were stretched wider than she thought possible, his tip crashing into her cervix as he filled every inch of her. He was molding pussy, stretching it, her body taking on the perfect shape to hold his cock. Every fiber of her body sang in bliss. No wonder his sisters had fucked him. longed for him. Why hadn’t they begged him sooner?? Why hadn’t every bitch in this park spread their legs for him? Gone to him and begged to be conquered by his utterly perfect—

He started moving again, and she came so hard that for a second her vision whited out.

“YESSSSSSSHH~!!!”

His knot dragged and twisted inside her even as she came back to, his tip scrapping at the entrance to her womb. Her pussy seized and clutched at the swollen, grinding member inside it, her whole body working in mindless desperation.

He rocked his groin against her sex, pressing into and twisting against her overstretched vulva ever so slightly, and at last his cock began to twitch, flexing inside her. His humping got more frantic and jarring, and his grunting grew more intense.

“Nrrgghhh Take it all!!” He growled through his teeth.

Angel didn’t even have the energy to howl as he began splurting inside her. Rope after rope of pure cooling relief coated her insides, pushing at the tightness of his knot and rushing to the deepest parts of her sex.

That sweet, euphoric ecstasy really was the final straw, and her legs finally gave out.

She expected to feel the cool grass, followed by Scamp’s weight toppling onto her, but even as the ground swung up, She was suddenly yanked up by the neck, Scamp hoisting her by the scruff, allowing her to re-find her footing, all while his cock still pumped inside her.

The thought of being lifted up by the scruff while skewered on her mate’s knot, hanging from him like a fucktoy, made her grin drunkenly, and her pussy convulsed even harder around him.

“f_fuUUUuck_, how can you possibly get tighter??” Scamp panted, finally pulling his mouth off her neck. “I swear it almost wasn’t going to fit.”

Not yet having the strength to speak, Angel was just savoring the soft bliss of his pulsing rod. After a minute or two, she also felt his weight shift off of her as he turned himself around. She might’ve dozed off like that, right on her paws, if not for the feeling of something cool and wet suddenly brushing against the stretched outer fold of her spade.

“Woo_AH_, girls!” came Scamp’s voice.

Drudging up the strength to turn her head, Angel saw Annette, Collette, and Danielle sprawled out underneath her and Scamp. Collette and Danielle lapped at her knot-swollen vulva, while Annette carefully worked her maw against Scamp’s sheath and balls.

“I thought we agreed you’d, ohhh fuck.”

Angel heard the sisters chuckle, and she turned back around, still working through her cataclysmic afterglow. The sensation of their tongues was odd, but not bad, and Angel could feel Scamp’s cock responding. Jerking and flexing from the girls’ ministrations. Shooting every drop of life-giving seed straight towards her awaiting womb.

After a while, and also much too soon, his knot began to deflate. Before long, it was small enough that with a gentle pull, he was freed from her spade, and the two of them toppled over, completely spent. The emptiness was a shock to her system, but the lack of that incessant, maddening itch was a worthy consolation.

She rolled onto her back, looking back at the group, and Annette came over to her, beginning to lick at her well-used pussy, where some of Scamp’s cum was leaking out. She met Angel’s eyes, but didn’t say anything, and for that Angel was grateful.

Danielle and Collette spoke softly with Scamp. She watched as he kissed them, held them close, softly, like one would a lover, and, seeing them, seeing Annette below her, felt that strange swell of pride in her chest once more.

She lay back, allowing herself to rest, and enjoy Annette’s tongue, and the sweet freedom from her heat.

Certainly, there would be much to say later. But just for now, everything was perfect.

***

The first rays of sunlight cast a soft glow over the room as Annette awoke snuggled in a pile of her sisters. She, Collette, and Danielle lay sprawled across the blankets and pillows of Scamp and Angel’s room.

Or, she supposed it was their room now as well.

It had been a few days since that final meeting in the park, and since then the four of them had all taken to sharing a bedroom. It made sense, considering they were all sharing something, some_one_, else now, too.

She glanced up at where Scamp lay, still asleep, with Angel curled up next to him. Before, that sight would’ve sent a wriggle of jealousy through her, but now she just admired how peaceful they each looked.

She smiled, still not fully believing where they’d ended up.

Carefully untangling herself from her sisters, she slowly maneuvered her way out from underneath them. She managed to avoid disturbing the girls, but as she half-crawled up towards her brother the movement caught his attention, and he cracked one eye open.

“Good morning.” Came the soft rumbled of his voice. “It is morning, right?”

“Of course.” Annette whispered confidently. “Barely morning is still morning.”

“Pfft.” He scoffed, glancing at where Angel and the others still slept. “I think it’ll be a little harder to sneak off, if that’s what you were hoping for.”

She shook her head. “No, no. No more sneaking off. Can’t a girl just want a little morning time with her wonderful brother?”

She twisted onto her back, scooting up so that her head was resting against the base of his neck. Feeling the familiar warmth of him.

Leaning her head back, she kissed him softly.

“You’re still the most insatiable one of the group,” he said.

“I never claimed I wouldn’t be, did I?”

He chucked. “No, I guess not.”

“Having fun without me?”

Annette turned her head and saw Angel blinking the sleep from her eyes. She looked between the two siblings, but there was no hostility in the expression.

Annette had thought there might be some fallout after Angel had regained her senses, but she’d been surprisingly accepting. She’d given all sorts of logical reasons behind her opinion—mainly Danielle’s arguments, to everyone’s surprise—but Annette saw the glimmer in her eyes when she looked at Scamp. She could tell when a bitch had been fucked into loyal, blissful submission.

She would know, after all.

Leaning over, Annette gave Angel a brief kiss as well, which Angel returned. She hadn’t developed romantic feelings for any of the other girls, but it felt good to be able to share this kind of intimacy freely. Especially with Angel, all things considering.

“I seem to recall you getting plenty of alone time with him,” Annette retorted gently.

“True.” She said simply, before craning her neck to share a kiss with Scamp as well.

Annette settled back, seeing her sisters start to come awake as well. She’d reached the end of her plan, with everything gone exactly or better than she’d hoped. Bringing everyone together had taken some adjusting, but they were quickly finding a rhythm that worked for them all. And though the heat-fueled frenzy was finally past them, they still found plenty of time to explore and enjoy each other.

The only thing left now was…

“So, when are we gonna tell Mom and Dad about this?” Danielle asked, suddenly flopping herself into the center of the three dogs. “Now that everyone’s heat is over it’ll be a lot harder to hide everyone acting differently, as well as, ya know…”

“The pregnancies.” Collette interjected, coming to sit beside them. “Indeed, it won’t be something we can keep from them. The only reason we’ve done so well this far was because Mom was also in heat.”

“So what do we do?” Danielle asked, “Just come out with it, and see what happens?”

The two of them looked to Annette, and a quick glance at Scamp showed he was also waiting to hear her thoughts. “Well, honestly, this is far as my thinking went,” she said sheepishly. “So I guess, yes? They’ll probably be upset, but…”

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” Angel said, drawing everyone’s attention. “I agree we have to tell them, but I think there’s a good chance it goes better than you expect.”

“Oh?” Scamp asked. “What makes you say that?”

Angel sat herself up, leaning forward as an all too familiar glimmer of mischief sparkled in her eyes. “Let me tell you a little story…”