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"Growth Spurt" Series. All Characters (c) Disney.
m/M Feral incest ahead - you've been warned ;p
... stupid sisters - always getting him in trouble - Scamp grumped, padding through the soft grass of the back yard -
as Jim Dear and Darling walked his mom and sisters off to the dog park. Scamp rolled his eyes, thinking of how many times Colette
and Annette wanted to have his dick in them (which he didn't mind at all) - but still took every chance to get him in trouble, like just now -
tugging on the leashes they were on and making it seem like he was being bad, well, Jim Dear hadn't been in the mood for that today
so he'd been left behind here in the yard instead of going to the park to run and swim and dig and run and play.
Scamp sighed, that was just fine with him really, since he'd get to stay here with dad, but Tramp was inside the house asleep
and Lady told him in no uncertain terms he was not to wake his father til she and the girls go home.
So it was no surprise Scamp that took perverse pleasure in messing up a few flower beds and lifting his leg to pee
all over the shady spot under the magnolia bushes where his sisters liked to sit and laugh and carry on like... *grr, girls !
Scamp then walked around the fenced in yard looking for some way into the house - the victorian home not having any doggie doors
like more modern homes might, torn between wanting to sneak inside and surprise his dad (who had preferred a nap to running around
in the park) or simply barking until he woke his father. He was sure the Tramp would find some way to let him in,
in which case he and his dad would think of something much better to do than any old park, Scamp thought with a grin.
Finding no obvious way to sneak in, which is what Scamp really wanted to do, the young dog slunk around the house
to the back yard again and sat in the grass, giving a start as he almost had an accident. It had been a month or two since
he and Tramp had begun "playing",
Dad said Scamp had had a "growth spurt" in just the past week or so. "Sure" mused Scamp and he sat down
carefully, he'd done some growing in quite a few places. He was taller at the shoulder than his sisters now , and he could tell
he was going to take after the tall stature his father had and, blushed Scamp, in other ways. The young dog looked down between his legs,
he supposed his sheath looked thicker, but it was his balls he had to be careful of - he was liable to have a painful accident while sitting
if he wasn't careful as it seemed he was taking after his dad in that department as well. The young fella sporting quite a set on him
all of a sudden. His father had said he was so proud to see Scamp growing up. Scamp blushed remember how happy that had made him feel
to hear his dad say that.
This was the reason that Scamp was not so unhappy to have been left behind today, ever since his dad had finally arranged
for him to watch him, the Tramp, take a bitch when one of the neighborhood females came into heat. She had been more than willing to take the Tramp under her tail and she seemed perfectly happy to put on a little "show" for his son, Scamp watching as his
father's strong hips pounded his doghood deep into the squealing female Irish setter. Ah, the fun they'd had when they got home,
although in their re-enactment Scamp had taken the girl's place under his father. And although he had always enjoyed that position
greatly, it had gotten Scamp thinking more and more about being the one to do the humping part himself.
He and dad had taken turns sucking, licking, pawing and just about every other thing except that. Even when he'd been with his sisters they'd been
sitting on him as he laid on his back and while that had certainly been a lot of fun - he still wondered what it was like to be the one on top humping,
and to tie inside after... Scamp blushed a bit, a few inches of eager puppyhood having poked from his swollen sheath while he thought of how
much fun it had looked for his dad while he humped that bitch, as she squealed and he pounded into her. Though he was sure his dad would be game for what Scamp had in mind, maybe, he was just too shy to suggest it.
Scamp panted, he wanted to get inside and play with his dad regardless of what position it was in. Looking around at the back of the house he
suddenly let out a gasp, his eyes falling on a partially open window right over the enclosure for the trash cans. "Oh man, awesome luck" thought
Scamp - jumping up and he trotted over to inspect the low shed which held the garbage cans, the young dog shrugging and walking back to get
some room for a running start to jump up quickly - if a bit clumsily - onto the shed. Surprising himself with how easy that was, from there it was an
easy matter to nose the window up with his muzzle and squeeze through to drop like a lead balloon into the dining room.
In a heap on the floor Scamp held still, wondering if he'd woken his dad with all his racket, but he didn't hear anything but his dad's soft
snoring across and down the hall where he usually napped on the floor of the front parlor. Scamp then got himself up, stretching and giggled
"Oh yeah, sweet move!" grinning mischievously as he padded out of the dining room, trying to avoid the places where the old house's floor
boards squeaked until he peeked his head around the corner to find his dad laying on his side fast asleep on his favorite blanket with a big pillow under his head.
Scamp grinned even wider, his father's rump facing the doorway, Scamp could clearly see his father's heavy set of balls and his rump as the
younger male padded closer, being careful to stay quite as he sat down quietly on his haunches.
Scamp panted softly - leaning down to sniff his father as he slept, the strong male scent of the Tramp (not unlike his own
scent) always made the young dog's sheath swell, just thinking of the naughty fun he and his dad had had over the past few months.
Scamp looked down between his own legs, his own sheath and balls still no where near as impressive as his father's, but he supposed he
had a bit more growing to do. He was already so proud to be "The Tramp's" son. Scamp blushed a bit, the young horny fella wondering
if he should do what he'd thought about doing - or if he should just wake up his father.
Scamp pondered, getting up to sniff his father's rump again, the older dog's musky scent encouraging Scamp to sniff more - his nose nudging
his dad's ample sac and up at his father's short tail. Scamp grinned, his tail was just like his dad's, the short perky appendage did little to hide his father's pink puckered tailhole even as he lay sleeping. Scamp panted - his hot breath washing over Tramp's tailhole as he nudged his tail aside
the younger male not really having planned to do much more that explore was not really thinking about where his hormone driven
instincts might take him as he leaned closer to lick over his father's nuts and up along his rump to his warm tailpucker.
Scamp shuddered, he'd expected it to be warm, but his father's tailhole was burning hot, and the warm ring of muscle had no unpleasant
taste that Scamp could detect. The insides of Scamp's ears burned brighter as he took a few more tender licks, conscious of the fact that he might
awaken his father, who despite the licking under his tail, continued to snore steadily. His father's tail seeming to perk up a bit at his son's attention
to his warm pucker.
Scamp huffed, his hips bunching up a bit, scooting closer as he licked a bit more, slurping at the warm spot and in a bit wetly
as Scamp's drool laden tongue tasted at one of his father's most intimate of places. Scamp couldn't recall if his dad had talked about,
during the days of his youth on the streets. While playing with other males and learning about stuff like that, if he had ever had one of his
friend's hump him like he talked about humping with them. The thought made Scamp slurp his tongue a bit deeper, he could feel his puppyhood
poking out stiffly leaking fitfully as he nudged his father's tail up a bit with his nose, sniffing deeply.
The image of his father as a young dog, like Scamp was now, having one of his fellow stray friends hump his dad - the Tramp -
in his butt. Well, that just made poor Scamp's hormone filled mind do back flips, even if he'd never once ever thought about anyone
being inside his dad's tailhole before.
Scamp blushed - backing up a bit as he looked at his father's spit-soaked tailhole, the pink warm spot under his dad's tail standing out in
comparison to the rest of his furred rump. Scamp padded in close behind his dad, his legs were so wobbly, But Scamp shook his head
as if to clear his thoughts and made up his mind as he clumsily hopped up behind his dad, his forelegs resting on the Tramps strong haunches
as Scamp blushed hotter, so unsure of what to do. Scamp let out a little whimper but powerful instincts spurred him to hunch in closer,
his own hips bunching up as the young male humped a bit against his father - the warm tip of his puppyhood grazing over his father's
short tail.
Scamp gasped - the ticklingly soft sensation on his swelling maleness making him press closer, a few strong spurts of puppy pre soaking into the
Tramp's tail as Scamp hunched closer to his dad. Scamp groaned, he couldn't have stopped himself if he tired, the sensation of being mounted up on something (albeit quite clumsily) and his young maleness pressing against something made him grunt and hunch closer his hips wiggling as he fought not to hump so much, the rocking sure to wake his dad. But Scamp couldn't help it, ingrained behavior spanning back hundreds of generations
of dogs, from pedigrees to mutts like he and his dad were commanding Scamp to hump harder and harder! Sleeping dad or not and hump he did.
Scamp bit his lip - the tip of his maleness grazing his father's warm tailhole. Oh no ! that would >certainly< wake him up, he had just thought to hump a little. Scamp tried to push back a bit with his forepaws, intending to dismount and wake his dad up now for some fun. He didn't want to make his father angry with him for doing stuff like this while he was still
asleep! What was he thinking ?! Scamp's hips had another idea as they flexed harder, the young male's front paws slipping in their purchase as he fell
forward a bit on top of his dad - his tip grinding hard into his father's tight tailhole.
Scamp let out a startled yip, still for only a second, "No, no! Dad's... Ugh!" Scamp could only moan as his weight sunk him deeper into the Tramp.
The pup's hips remembering why they were there as the young dog began to hump hard into his father, "Ugh, I can't..." Scamp whimpered, he could hardly think
much less stop humping with the tight heat around his maleness. Being mounted onto another and humping like he had seen his father do, had his father do to him on many occasions, made Scamp grunt and hump harder. His nicely sized maleness filling out inside his father, pressing in deeper as his knot began to swell and swell also.
Scamp humped harder - his eyes squeezed shut as he pressed in close. Suddenly the tight ring his partially formed knot was pressed up against was so hot
and close. A last shred of reason in Scamp told him NOT to tie his father, but as he pressed in harder the tailhole in front of his knot gave way and with a muffled
yelp Scamp tied himself into the Tramp hard, still humping as he grit his teeth hard trying not to groan to bark, to howl as he felt that familiar feeling rush
through him as his knot filled out fully - his balls bumping up against his father's rump as he let out a strangled bark, hissing as rope after rope of his puppy
seed sprayed forth from his buried member into deep into his pop.
The thudding of his heartbeat in his ears and the pounding of his pulse through his body were the only sounds Scamp could hear as he opened
his eyes, the boy panting already from the hot exertion of his first mating like this. Scamp grunted, thinking to dismount, when he stopped stock
still but for the throbbing of his maleness deep in his dad. He was stuck !! "Ugh oh, man..." whimpered Scamp. "I'm so stupid. I've seen dad tie
when he humps, and I went and did it" - the tight heat was making Scamp light headed, he was still leaking in there - the tight pleasure having him ride on one of his long orgasms like he'd had when his dad had tied him.
Scamp tired once more to pull out, "maybe my knot's small enough to come out... erp... how can dad not be awake?"
This time Scamp really did let out a loud "meep" looking back at where he was joined to his father as the tension on his firmly buried member caused him to cum again and again the young fella drooling from all the feelings coursing through his body. And then a voice interrupted him.
"Geez whirlwind, if you don't hold still your gonna stay tied in there forever you know" the words being accompanied by the hole around his puppyhood
giving him a tight squeeze.
Scamp blinked turning his head to see his father looking back at him, his eyes filled with merriment. "uh, hi dad, I um.... How long have you been... "
Scamp stammered nervously. Tramp stopped his son by kissing him deeply the way Scamp loved so much, quite a long kiss. When their muzzles finally
parted Tramp yawned softly "Just stay still big fella, I want to finish my nap". Tramp said with a wry grin, "We can talk about this later" the older dog looking down between his legs where his own sheath was so very swollen, the look on his face making it clear he was in no way upset with his boy.
"Okay Pop" Scamp yawned now too, and the two curled up to have a nice nice nap together, Scamp still buried deeply in his daddy.
Tramp yawned, geez Scamp was getting BIG "Unf", that boy already has a nice knot on him thought Tramp, grinning. "That's my boy".
His tailhole quite sore and full from such a rough ride. He only hoped that Scamp would untie before Lady and everyone else got home....
END ?
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