A Special Melody
Folwilliar

	Lady and the Tramp and Fox and the Hound are copyright the dude with the mouse ears and the big castle. Balto goes to Universal. This is an 'Alternate Universe' and takes liberties with the movies and the canon from which it’s set around. Big vote of thanks to the user “LoneWolfSniper44” for helping me edit this.


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Marceline, February 1893.

The air inside the Western & Atlantic Railroad’s machine shop was murky, reflecting the chilly and wet day outside. Smoke and steam hung in the whitewashed rafters, with puddles of water and scale spilled on the stone floor. The gray furred terrier walked through the big barn doors, peering through the shafts of light that filtered through grimy windows and skylights. His coat collar was pulled up to try and ward off the chill. Admittedly, he liked the smell of grease. It reminded him of a youth spent bouncing around railroad shops and depots. A nostalgia of his earlier days spent traveling district to district and riding trains as a free dog made him smile, but with it came a feeling of exhaustion from no longer being so young and carefree.

The dog walked carefully along a floor littered with brackets, locomotive brass trimmings, sets of wheels, rods, and stacks of tubes pulled from dismembered boilers. His boots clunked on the stone and his tail was held high at the seat of his trousers. Carefully tucked under one arm and balanced with the other was a large brass device which looked like a pipe with a gap in its center. It was heavy enough that he had to lean slightly to offset its heft.

Inside the shop, a locomotive stood cold while the air was filled with the sounds of hammering and a selection of grunts as a crew swarmed over the side and running board of the locomotive. They were wrestling with the heft of the air compressor as they prepared its iron hide for examination. The dog wore a cavalier smile as he trotted safely among the resting hulk, which was usually so full of snorting energy with the fire lit. The locomotive was instantly recognizable as one of the standard classes which made up the majority of the Western & Atlantic's fleet.

One corner of his mouth rose as he saw the bushy tail of the railroad’s master mechanic fluttering from between the drive wheels. She stood tucked between the two crimson drive wheels, each one almost as tall as her shoulders, and held a cold chisel in one hand and a hammer in the other. With detailed precision, she was in the process of chipping off the ends of frozen three-inch bolts on the underside of the compressor chamber. Even under a layer of denim and wool, the fine curves of her slender lupine body were unmistakable.

“Hey there, Aleu!” His head tilted and one ear cocked up as he watched her work. “I see all of our modern skills and knowledge still can’t replace the need to bang on something with a hammer.” 

“Well hello to you too, Tramp.” Aleu chuckled. “I’ve still got two more bolts to go. Come to lend me the use of that hard skull of yours?”

“There’s little hope of mine being of any use if your own couldn’t crack it!”  Tramp snorted playfully. “Must be a light day in the shops for the Chief Mechanical Engineer herself to be on the floor banging chisels. Or are you hiding from Chief in the office?” 

“Not a hope. Ol’ Man Slade is hiding from me.” Aleu winked, while a smile tugged at her lips. 

“Is that so?”

“I caught him trying to sneak off to go fishing again.” Aleu rolled her eyes playfully. “Told him he wasn’t allowed to do that without my permission.”

“Ha! That's a right good one, him taking orders from you.” Tramp chuckled, shaking his head. "He does seem less ornery as of late. You know, I heard him whistling the other day?"

“Oh? Was he?” Aleu’s ears perked. Tramp noticed just the slightest hint of a blush seep into her white furred cheeks. Before he could examine her expression further, she wheeled around to face the locomotive. “Well, he can hide at the riverbank. I just need to get this compressor off. The old Swiftsure here is having a hard time building dry air. Nothing big. Just need to get it over to the workbench by lunch.”

Three light blows sank the chisel into the bolt closest to where it was jammed into the nut, then a quick rap to snap off the metal. While a single hard blow may have gotten the job done, Aleu’s gentle frame and slender limbs belied a firm skill, which she used rather than brute force to accomplish her work.

“I have most of the team getting your engine ready for the inspection.” She laid the cold chisel and hammer atop one of the locomotive’s frame members. “We can get this kettle back on the road and the Dispatch in the shop quicker if I just knock this little job out myself.”  

“Take your time with it,” Tramp chuckled. “Pidge and I marked off for the weekend.”

“And Chief let you go?” Aleu spun to face him with a quizzical expression. As she swung around, her thick bushy tail flicked back and forth behind her. “He must really be in a kind mood. I figured with the Dispatch going down for the annual inspection tomorrow, he would have slapped you and Lady on one of the switchers.”

“Not this weekend.” Tramp shook his head, his ears bobbing. “I promised Pidge we would take a little time for ourselves. Especially after that whole shipwrecking fiasco. Chief agreed.”

“Yeah, that was a nasty bit of work.” Aleu put her hands on her hips. “Had the whole yard in turmoil. I’m glad it got sorted out. Otherwise I would have been forced to use these same chisels to bust you out of the pound!” 

“As much noise as you make, we would have been caught before the second hammer blow!”  

“We’d trade silence for speed. I have a set of files that would have eaten right through those bars as easy as they cut key-way slots.” The wolf’s sharp blue eyes trailed down to see what the terrier held tucked against his body. “Speaking of sneaking around, that wouldn’t happen to be the whistle from the Dispatch under your arm, would it?” 

“Heh, yeah. I was going to take it over to the workbench and place some wood blocks in the chambers to change the tone.” Tramp’s smile faded slightly and he pulled at his collar with his free hand. “Or, if I could get you to look the other way...maybe use the lathe to turn some chambers of my own. You know...try some things.” 

“Unofficially modifying company property, is what you mean.” Aleu winked.

“In not so many words.” Tramp added with a nod while he shifted the whistle’s weight under his arm.

Aleu leaned against the locomotive’s frame. “You know, as the Master Mechanical Engineer, I have the authority to make changes and alter the designs of the company’s equipment as required.” 

“Are we about to abuse that authority?” 

“Oh, maliciously!” She laughed. “What Papa doesn't know won’t hurt him. Besides, it’s a better use of those old boiler tubes than just junking them. C’mon, let’s bring it over to the workbench.”

Tramp brought the whistle over to one of the large wooden workbenches that ran along the walls of the shop. The floor and shelves around it were littered with locomotive parts in apparent disorder. Aleu hefted the instrument into place on a vice while Tramp adjusted the jaws to hold it upright. As soon as it was locked in place he fitted an adjustable wrench, and Aleu began the work of removing the top half of the whistle. 

“Got any particular notes you want to try?” Aleu asked while she unscrewed the bell. 

“Not really, just something with a nice warm tone.” Tramp raised an eyebrow. “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”

“Tuning whistles is part of the job.” Aleu shrugged. There was very little of a locomotive that she was not familiar with.  “Modifying is just the next step. We can make some new chambers from the old boiler tube, and next thing you know you’ll have your own custom whistle. Nothing else will sound like it.”

Tramp knelt down to examine the pile of boiler tubes that lay on the floor. Once he found a size that would meet his needs, he hauled it over to the bandsaw and it wasn’t long before he was neatly cutting the tube into workable lengths. 

“Does Lady know about this, or is this a surprise?” Aleu looked over her shoulder at the Tramp. “It’s rare to see one of you without the other nearby.” 

“Not a clue. Once we dropped the fire in the Dispatch and turned her over to your crew, she signed out and went into town to do a little shopping.” He eased the pipe through the blade, cutting it neatly into sections. 

“How much time do we have before she notices you’ve flown the coop?” 

Tramp glanced over at her with a lazy smile. “A few hours. I’ll need to be at the house to start dinner before she comes home.”

“Plenty of time!” Aleu yanked the bell off the bowl and laid it on the workbench.

		
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The grandfather clock in the front vestibule chimed, filling the bottom floor of the house with the gentle ringing of its melody. Tramp had just finished cleaning up and clearing the dishes from dinner. The gray terrier's floppy ears perked as his eyes were drawn to the clock’s face and he noted the late hour. The last of winter’s cool chill was nipping at the widows, but it wouldn’t be long before the need to heat the house at night would be set aside for another year. Tramp’s bare paws made hardly a sound on the rich carpet as he carefully slid the parlor door open. There was no sound to give away his entrance, for it was well-oiled. A soft tune greeted him as a gentle melody filled the air.

Closing the door behind him, he met Lady's eye from across the room. The cocker spaniel was sitting at the piano, looking so cozy wrapped in a lacy pink nightgown with her knees tucked up under the keyboard. The crackling fireplace behind her showed her paws drifting over the pedals.

Crossing his arms over his cotton shirt and looking her over, Tramp grinned. The way the light pink material of the gown caught and flowed over her curves was alluring, drawing his eyes over her shoulders and down her frame. He could tell through the thin lace that she was wearing no underwear underneath. He watched her for a moment before approaching, mesmerized by the way the firelight danced across her gentle face. The flames reflected in her almond colored eyes.

Soft fingers glided along piano keys, filling the chamber with a familiar melody. She mixed high notes with low, sharp with flat, soft harmonies with heavy chords. Her keystrokes were forceful at first, as if willing what she wanted to happen. The melody became soft as he watched her lose herself in her song. He admired how she let her fingers find just the right notes that seemed to match his own feelings of love and yearning for her.

As if she could sense his thoughts, Lady's cheeks flushed and she stopped playing. She looked up and over her shoulder at him and her eyes seemed to be glazed with distracting thoughts of her own. When he saddled up behind her and winked, Lady couldn't help but smile back and stuck out her tongue.

“Hiya, Pidge. Getting a little practice in?”

“I was, until a big lug of a mutt decided to interrupt," she said softly, a hint of playfulness in her tone.

“Well, don’t stop on my account.” He placed a firm hand on each of her shoulders, tucking them underneath her luxuriously flowing ears. The shoulder blades might as well have been bare for all that the lace covered.

“Then I shall play something grand just for you,” Lady beamed up at Tramp, lifting herself up so he could slide beside her at the bench, which the terrier did with a wry smirk. “I always play my best with you by my side.”

“Is that so?” Tramp asked as he wrapped an arm about her hip. He held Lady in a snug embrace. “I didn’t realize what sort of influence I have over you.”

“Oh, behave!” She batted at his arm playfully.

Lady nestled herself in Tramp's arms, leaning her back against her lover’s side as she reached out to play another melody. This time her fingers danced along the keys to a gentle and intimate tune. With her love pressed close behind her, Lady dropped the ostentatious chords for lighter notes, notes that twinkled in the air and faded away like the hum of a finger sliding upon the rim of a glass. A soft sigh escaped Lady's lips as she wet them with her tongue, closed her eyes and let the gentle song carry her away.

Eager to help Lady along on her journey, Tramp caressed the cocker spaniel's curves. He traced along her sides and brushed his fingertips up from her hips, along the sides of her belly, barely skirting Lady's breasts and pressing soft ripples into her gown. Tramp smiled, watching her play. As she finished her tune, she turned her body to kick her legs out from under the keyboard. Her mate followed in her step, but guided her back so that she climbed up and into his lap. He then slipped his hands along her hips.

“Nothing like a little bedtime lullaby.” Tramp sighed. “Although I’m not exactly sleepy.”

“It’s too early to go to bed, and too cold to sit on the porch.”

“Knowing our luck, the second one of us pops our head outside, a callboy will be standing there with a set of train orders.”

“It’s not often we have a weekend off, especially before the grain season. With the kids off on a way-freight no less.” Lady tapped a finger against the side of her muzzle and rolled her eyes playfully. “Have you any thoughts on how to spend it?”

“Say, was that first song from the record that Balto gave us?” Tramp’s lips curled into a sly smile and he wrapped both arms around his mate’s hips. Encircling her. “Those are some nice memories to relive.”
 
“I asked what you have planned for us,” she repeated with a sly smile. She rolled a shoulder blade to cast one of her long ears back.

Tramp matched her grin and held her tight. “Oh, I have a few ideas.” He kissed her cheek, then her jaw, tilting his head as he examined her face and softly pressed his lips against her chin. Her silky chestnut ears fell in waves around her shoulders, and he stroked them, loving how they felt under his hand.

“Well, don’t keep me in suspense.” Lady purred and snuggled closer, enjoying the soothing touch while simultaneously putting on a pout.

“Antsy tonight, aren't we?” He replied with a smirk, enjoying her frustration. “It’s the song isn’t it?”

“Good memories to a lovely tune.” She rolled her hips against his lap. “I wouldn’t be surprised if Jenna fantasizes about those nights with you. I saw so little, but she couldn’t seem to get enough.”

“She had boundless energy.” Tramp smiled wistfully. “Of course, with you I have little doubt Balto does.”

“I did enjoy his presence. The way he placed his hand over my mouth while he took me.…” Lady’s voice trailed off with a gentle shiver.

Tramp’s ears tipped forward. “That’s why you suddenly got so quiet.”

“You scoundrel, so you were listening! What must Miss Jenna have thought?”

“She was a bit…distracted.” Tramp chuckled, cocking his head. He could feel his own body embracing both the memory and his wife’s teasing. “He certainly enjoyed you. There's no getting around that.”

“Now, about this weekend?” Touching her nose to his, Lady rocked her pelvis side to side. Feeling a growing hardness in the male’s trousers. “You were saying?”

“On Saturday I was thinking that a trip to the park would be in order. We'll spend the afternoon having a picnic and walking the grounds,” he began.

Lady nodded silently, exceedingly pleased as her tail twitched side to side.

“Sunday we can pay Jock and Trusty a visit in the morning and can go for a nice ride to the mountains in the afternoon. I don't have any particular agenda other than to enjoy ourselves.” Tramp nuzzled the spot where Lady’s ear met the side of her head. “Thoughts?”

“That sounds wonderful,” She approved. “But what about tonight?”

“Tonight?” He snorted over a broad grin. “I figure we’d play it by ear.”

He ran his fingers through the fur of her ears, his face contemplative, before grasping one of them at the root and tilting her head so that she was positioned perfectly for his kiss. It was searing, almost desperate, and Lady rolled her lips against his. The grip on her ears produced a deep moan which sank into his mouth.  

She felt Tramp's hardness throb and jerk with her sounds of delight and arousal, and she wriggled her bottom against him, wanting to hear him moan, too. He happily obliged, pressing his groin up into her as forcefully as he could while groaning softly into her mouth.

“Such a lady,” he whispered deeply, opening his eyes as he searched her face, reading a desire equally as strong and equally as needy, in her brown eyes.

She responded with a forceful kiss of her own, even more passionate and aggressive than his had been, and he began grabbing, groping, and kneading her warm body everywhere he could easily reach.  

When that wasn't enough, when he needed to feel more of her, he broke the kiss and stood abruptly. She made a noise of surprise but didn't try to stop him as he pulled her off the piano bench. For a second, she thought he was going to pull her into his arms, bridle style and bring her to their bedroom. Instead, Tramp placed her on her feet. Lady tilted her head, confused, her face flushed and her body hot and needy. When she attempted to speak, he shushed her with a finger against her lips.

“Mind your manners, Pidge.” He spoke in a stern, firm voice that made Lady's knees weak.

She obediently nodded, making a motion like she was locking her mouth with a key. She pressed her legs together and stood at attention, balancing on eager tip toes.

"My perfect little Pigeon,” he praised. He walked around her twice, taking in her form, wanting her to feel the anxiety of anticipation as she waited, unsure what he would do to her. “I think you might be a little overdressed for tonight. Don’t you?”

He indicated towards the nightgown with a wave of his hand and Lady slowly disrobed. She undid the knot holding the sash together, and her torso was revealed. The spaniel ran her hands over her stomach’s perfect plumpness as they swept upwards to briefly fondle her own breasts. They were perfect in their lightness, with her palms gliding with their teardrop shape. Each of her pink nipples were already growing firm, standing out against the light tan fur. Letting her hands drop to her hips, the vail of lace slid over her thighs as the gown split like a theater curtain and slipped down her arms.

Her movements were slow and deliberate; the way she ran her hands over each part of her body was set with a pout that made him ache for her. Already he was imagining his lips pressing against her bare flesh and he forced himself not to touch her, to let her finish her strip tease while he watched with pride.

The cocker spaniel finally raised the gown over her shoulders and let it slip down her arms and to the floor, then swayed her hips ever so slightly as she did a quick turn. Between her legs, her mons was visible. The light-colored pattern that originated at her muzzle traveled down around her breasts and across her stomach before diving down between her hips to highlight those warm lips.

“Oh, Pidge.” The mongrel could feel his heart race. “I can never ignore that face.” 

Lady giggled, then held her hand over her mouth to indicate her silent order was still in place.

He walked around her a few more times, admiring her from all angles. Standing behind her and looking down, he felt himself throbbing at the sight of her stubby tail quivering. He wanted to see her bent over, to hold those cheeks and press himself against her bare backside. When he reached out to touch her, it was gentle, oh so gentle. Just the fingertips, running across her shoulders and down her arm as he gently guided her to turn around and face the fireplace. Above the mantel was a small mirror, and the image of the two lovers facing it was reflected back. Lady shivered and gasped, ticklish in places but loving his caresses. Warmth from the crackling hearth washed over her naked body.

“Wait right here, I have something.” The mutt guided her arms to her sides, and pressed her hands into each thigh.

Tramp wheeled around to approach a long wooden box with gilt carvings that sat on a shelf, unassuming in its presence. From within it he produced a small object with two leather straps. He then strode behind Lady and, placing two fingers under her chin, lifted her head back with one hand. In the other he held in front of her face a scarlet red ball-gag. Pressing up against her back, he slowly and deliberately pushed it into her mouth. He locked her wide eyes with his through the mirror as she whimpered into the gag.

Her hands fluttered beneath him as he tightened the straps at the back of her head and whispered into a fluffy ear, “Don't even think about removing it.”

She shook her head vigorously, and he grinned. Her mouth now formed a perfect “O” shape around the red ball. He brought his muzzle down and kissed behind her ear, making her shiver. He could feel the change in her, how her body quivered as he nipped and kissed the nape of her neck from behind, Lady's desire sending his own need coursing through his body, overwhelming him with its force.

He reached his arms around from behind, gently squeezing her breasts and eliciting a light moan through the gag. “I love nothing more than to hear you moan, to hear you as you writhe in ecstasy...and you will. I know exactly what my little lady desires.”

“Mhmmm.” the spaniel's voice came out as a low and muffled moan from behind the rubber sphere.

He couldn't have asked for a more perfect reaction. He knew that she was enjoying her vulnerability and her inability to speak. Understanding her desire for submission, Tramp pulled away and commanded; “Hold your arms behind your back.”

“Mmm,” she mumbled through the gag. The spaniel placed her arms behind her, as he had ordered, and he snatched a length of rope which he had pulled from the chest for this very reason.

“What was that?” he joked as he stood behind her and wrapped the rope around her wrists, looping it several times, then securing it with a knot. “You got something in your mouth.”

He ran the end of the rope around his wife’s arms and chest, then above her breasts. The tension pulled her bound wrists higher behind her back. He repeated the pattern below the spaniel's breasts, then slipped the rope between her arms and body, once on each side, cinching the loops taut. Every tug pulled the rope tighter.

Pushing her distinctive ears to the side, Tramp fed the end of the rope over Lady's left shoulder and between her breasts. This connected the two loops in front and further tightened them around her chest. He pulled the rope back over the spaniel's right shoulder, tying it all in the back, clearly satisfied. The work was intricate, beautiful, and tight, but not too tight, and took no more than a minute.

“How does it feel?” He asked from behind. He motioned with his head to the mirror.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Lady flexed her body. The rubber ball filled her mouth while its straps cupped her cheeks, the rope bound her arms and chest and pulled tight between her breasts; none of it would give. Every move she made, any bit of slack she might find, only pulled the rope tighter somewhere else on her body. She couldn't wriggle her wrists loose with the rope pinning her arms to her back, and struggling with her arms only pulled her wrists higher. Every motion, every breath, met resistance from the ropes across her breasts. The cocker rocked her hips side to side in a huffing dance, feeling that heat growing between her thighs and knowing she could do nothing about it in this state.

Tramp slapped Lady’s ass hard enough to ripple her right cheek. “Enjoying yourself, Pidge?”

“MUMMPH!” She squealed and jumped forward a step from the impact. Instantly she snapped back to attention, blushing, and not sure how long she'd been standing there just taking it all in.

He grabbed her hips and roughly turned her around to face him. Lady swung around and faced him, her eyes drawn to his tented pants. She was breathing heavily through the gag, and as ran her eyes up and down his body her cheeks flushed deep crimson.

With Lady now clearly in the mood, he brought a hand up and slapped her across her gagged muzzle. With just enough force to push her head to the side, but not hard enough to leave a mark upon her face. Just enough to give Lady its presence. Her eyes clouded, then practically rolled to the back of her head as she reacted to his force. Tramp slapped her lightly again, this time in the other direction. With her eyes refocused and a low moan rolling from her gagged lips, he knew he had hit the mark just right.

His touch grew more aggressive as Tramp drew her towards him with a firm grasp on her bottom, and she pressed herself into him desperately. He gripped just underneath where her cheeks met her thighs. It was one of his favorite parts of her, that junction; not least of all because it was the perfect groove for his hands to fit into as he raised her up and her legs wrapped around his waist.

Holding her pressed against his chest, Tramp walked Lady across the parlor and towards a lounge that sat under the bay window. Each step drove his tented erection against her bare backside. Lady’s stubby tail was a blur just below her bound hands. He couldn’t help but squeeze her, feeling his fingers dig into the swell of his lover’s rump.

He set her down on the lounge, falling with her and catching himself on his hands as he caged her in. His exploration of her body continued, his lips delving across her collarbone, down along the rise of her bosom, and across her breasts he licked and nipped. He captured her nipples, one at a time, between his lips. Tramp granted each one a warm suck and a tender nibble. The sound of Lady’s stuffed moans and sighs were like music.

Sitting up on his knees, he moved her body effortlessly, turning her around, and positioning himself behind her as he pushed her forward, her bound breasts resting comfortably on the soft cushion and her face pressed into the blanket. He held her by the back of the neck, letting her feel his squeeze tighten just to the point of a choke before releasing her.

He slapped her ass again and she flinched. “Open,” he commanded. Responding to his cue, Lady spread her legs further, until they were about a foot apart. Toes digging into the carpet to brace herself.

He spanked her again, a glancing blow that stung and burned, but did no real damage. As much as he loved whacking her ass, he had no desire to hit her in a way that would bruise her. Only to leave a red mark. Lady whimpered and spread her legs even further, spaced wider than her shoulders. Her tied hands balled into fists behind her back

He slapped her once more, this time encouraged by the mesmerizing way her ass jiggled. He looked down at her sex, then up as Lady peered over her shoulder and through her own ruffled ear fur. Her brown eyes half lidded and begging for more. Tramp gave it to her, delivering three glancing blows in quick succession, and not afraid to leave a mark. Her thighs clenched and his cock ached painfully in response to the way her ass muscles rippled in excitement.

He rubbed his hand gently over the reddening buttocks, hand-prints becoming apparent on each cheek. For a second, he feared he may have hit her a little harder than he intended to. But based on Lady's breathing, her shivering tail, and her small whimpers, he knew that he hadn't hit her too hard at least. In fact, by the way she was pressing her ass backwards he got the feeling that, if anything, she wanted more.

Tramp ground himself into her backside, his trousers now soaked around his crotch. He plucked them off quickly, throwing them to the side. They were followed by his shirt, but he didn't drop it. Instead, Tramp folded the white cloth into a long slender band and wrapped it around Lady’s eyes.

Once the blindfold was in place, He gently tugged the gag down so the ball slipped from her mouth. Lady let out a harsh gasp and started panting. He stroked the side of her face, and leaned against the lounge next to her. 

“How you holdin’ up, Pidge?”

“Oh, thank you,” she whispered hoarsely, her voice wavering.

“For what?”

She paused, thinking it over, before simply replying “Just, everything,”

“I love you, Lady.” he told her softly, kissing her cheek before he stuffed the ballgag back in place and pulled back.

“Ah wuve hue foo.” Her lips moved around the sphere. 

He let her stay in stasis, enjoying her moment of bliss, before raising her up and gently rolling her around so that she lay on her back, facing up. He couldn't see her eyes, but her lips quivered around the sphere that filled her mouth. Lady squirmed side to side desperately, kicking her legs out, but the restraints held the rest of her body tight. She wriggled against them in satisfaction.

Tramp put a hand on his hip and enjoyed the sight. His own maleness throbbing at attention in all its rose-colored glory. For a second, he idly ran his hand up and down his shaft as he welcomed the show.

But that was abandoned for greener pastures as he settled down on his knees between Lady’s spread legs. When one of her paws brushed against his side at a particularly outward kick, he grabbed her ankle and tugged the limb up. In the process rolling Lady slightly onto her side. Tramp closed his eyes and brought her shivering foot to his lips, where he placed a series of light kisses followed by a gentle nibbling across her wiggling toes. Grabbing her other paw, he repeated the action before slipping both calves alongside his neck.

The cocker squealed as she felt him kiss her feet then tug each limb up and over his shoulder-blades.

“Stick out your hips, Pidge.”

“Mumph!”

This one was more difficult for her, as it forced her to rock her pelvis forward in a lewd manner. When she hesitated, Tramp flicked a nipple hard. She moaned into the gag and he flicked the other one before delivering an open palm slap to her restrained breasts until she gripped her legs against his shoulders and finally shoved her hips forward.

“Thata girl.” Tramp praised, reaching out to stroke and caress her soft bosom.

He dropped his head down, still holding onto her tits as he buried his muzzle between her legs. He continued to edge her in this way, bringing her to just to the point of release before stepping his tongue back, sometimes blowing air on her clit, other times waiting a moment before flicking it with the tip of his tongue and then returning. 

“Mwuummph, Pwamp, hoh Pwamp!” Lady moaned in pleasure and frustration.

But she couldn't say anything more from around the gag, and Tramp loved her muffled screams almost as much as when she called out his name. There was something so erotic about her inability to speak. Sitting up, he grabbed Lady's hips, and dragged her backward until her rump rested on the edge of the bed. Both of her long ears trailed behind her head. He stood, lifting her pelvis with him so that her legs spread around his hips. Lady now hung with her ankles crossed behind his head, her bound body resting on her arms and shoulders.

Tramp rolled his pelvis back so that he could line himself up with his bound and gagged lover. Lady’s slick lips parted as he gently nudged the tip into her, causing both dogs to emit long sighs. He looked at her blindfolded face, letting his stillness tell her everything without the need to see. Lady silently nodded her head, indicating her readiness.

Tramp gently advanced another inch, waited a moment, then pulled back. He repeated this action several times, working his length into her slowly, as she lubricated him with her juices. As he buried himself inside her, he put his hands on her hips, his fingers pressing into her elegant flesh. Her warm wetness enveloped him and clouded his brain with lust.

For a few moments, he remained still, enjoying the sensation of her tight vaginal muscles flexing around him. He began rocking his hips slightly left and right, shifting his cock inside her. Lady’s toes splay behind his head and her chest heaved as a flow of squeals rolled from her mouth. When he could no longer stand the torture he was inflicting on them both, he retreated a few inches, and then thrust forward deliberately as he pulled her back toward him.

For several minutes, Tramp struggled to keep from going too fast. As Lady panted, trying to catch her breath, he allowed his length to slide in and out, from tip to balls. Each time he entered her, Lady pushed herself back onto him. His hips contacted her cheeks and they both gasped at the pleasure of him filling her. Without hesitating, they continued, moving together steadily.

“Oh, Lady.” Tramp growled, delivering a smack to the curve of her right buttock. Lady gurgled from the impact.

He lowered himself over her, and grabbed her left shoulder for better leverage. When he delivered another blow across her breasts she clenched tightly. Increasing his speed, he pounded against his lover. They were both sweating, and her glistening body began to arch up as he drove into her. Droplets of moisture dripped from his brow to land across her blindfolded and gagged face.

They moved together wildly, each desperate for the other. For a few minutes, how much neither of them really knew, they found the rhythm; that magical perfect mutual motion when every one of his thrusts met her as her ass bounced off the lounge from the last. A sharp grunt escaped Lady's packed lips each time he bottomed inside her. Tramp started to feel the familiar ache growing, the tightness in his lower belly. He'd been restraining himself since he started to tie her upbut teasing her had taken its toll on him and knew he couldn't last much longer.

Lady didn't. She came with little warning. Her vaginal muscles constricted around him and her body convulsed violently. Tramp continued fucking her, even as he fought to hold back, wanting to extend her orgasm. She gurgled and squealed through the ballgag, her cheeks puffing out against the tension of the straps, the sound pushing him over the edge.

Tramp grit his teeth and leaned to the left, allowing his cock to slip from her. At the same time, he pushed her legs to each side and climbed over her onto the lounge. Breathing hard, the gray mutt maneuvered himself to sit with a knee on each side of her breasts. His throbbing and slick cock pointed at her gagged and blindfolded face. With one hand, Tramp grabbed his shaft, giving it several hard, fast strokes, and with the other he tugged the ballgag down out of Lady’s maw before a long stream of cum erupted from him. It landed across her open mouth, gasping and panting. As his body bucked atop hers, he struggled to keep himself aimed at that spot.

He fired again and again, and any intention of hitting a specific spot faded away; his only desire now was to remain forever in the serenity that was flooding his mind. In the dying throes of her latest orgasm, Lady embraced him. Her pink tongue dipping out to lick her lips and the side of her muzzle as streaks landed over her face. Semen continued to dribble from Tramp’s penis, now trapped between their bodies, and he maneuvered his hips to let his shrinking shaft slide over her bound bossom.

“Ohhhh, Tramp!” Lady cooed. “That was...heavenly.”

He slipped back between her spread legs and lay atop her body, tucking his hands behind her head and holding her. For several minutes, Lady and Tramp lay together, delighting in the aftershocks of pleasure running through them. The two dogs kissed, whispered quietly, and snuggled against each other's hot skin.

“Maybe we should have grabbed a towel?" Lady noted.

"A little too late for that, we’re going to have to scrub this lounge now,” he said, not entirely kidding.

"I don't think that's possible," she laughed. 

Tramp slipped the shirt from over her head, enjoying the warm glow that seemed to emanate from her eyes. Even with the lines of messed up fur across her cheeks and the glimmer of sweat across her brow, Lady seemed to blossom with

Sitting up, Tramp gently pulled Lady up into an upright position. He loosened up a few select knots, then with a hard tug at the one based at the small of her back, Lady’s bondage went limp around her torso.  

Raising her face to his, she kissed him before wrapping her freed arms around his neck. Lips opened and tongues danced as Tramp murred with content and held her close, tucking her head underneath his chin. He indulged in their embrace for a minute before sighing. Slipping one arm under her legs and the other supporting her back, he stood up off the lounge with Lady held in his arms.  

“You’re not taking me to bed like this?” Lady raised an eyebrow. She looked at the clear damp spot on the lounge, surrounded by loose rope and their articles of kink.

“You kiddin? And add the bed to the list of washing to be done tomorrow? Nu-huh, Pidge.” Tramp quipped, his tail wagging. “I’m taking you to the bathtub where you’re going to get a warm scrubbing.”

“Oh, I’m sure that won’t lead to anything!” Lady laughed, her head hanging back so her long ears tumbled alongside them. She kicked her legs out to balance herself in his arms as they walked through the vestibule and started up the staircase. “And I'm not above a little extra encouragement if it does.”

“You are such a powerhouse!” Tramp cocked his muzzle in a wide grin. “Where on earth did I find you?”

“In an alley, handcuffed.” 

“That should have been a sign,” He snorted.

As they reached the landing, the cocker spaniel started to hum a tune. The Tramp’s ears hiked back as he recognized it as the same tune that she had been playing on the piano when he first walked into the parlor. He looked into his lover’s warm face and fluttering eyelashes, and started to sway back and forth with her in his arms. For a second, the two naked canines remained on the little landing by the stained-glass window. If anyone happened to be on the other side and looked up, they may have seen their silhouettes outlined in the colored glass.

Giving his lover a nuzzle atop her messy head, Tramp started to sing.

“You do something to me
Something that simply mystifies me
Tell me, why should it be
You have the power to hypnotize me”?

His heart fluttered as Lady’s warm and smooth voice joined him in melody.

“Let me live 'neath your spell
Do, do that voodoo that you do so well
For you do something to me
That nobody else could do”


*************


Coal-burning locomotives produced large quantities of cinders, and the disposal of these made a cheap and plentiful source of ground cover. The cinders were used for widening and restoring earthen banks, surfacing track, and repairing washouts. The grounds around the shop and roundhouse of the Western & Atlantic Railroad were thus laid with the stuff. While it made great ground cover, it was not the sort of spot one would expect to hold a picnic.

Lady raised her brow and cocked her mouth to one side. Her boots crunched in the cinder ballast alongside the machine shop. A wicker basket was tucked under one arm and pressed tight against her blouse. A red checker squared cloth covered its contents.

“Tramp, dear. I thought you said we were heading to the park?”

“Well, this is on the way.” Her mate replied with a small grin and a wag of his stubby tail. Walking in front of her with his hands tucked into his pockets. “It’s sort of a short-cut.”  

“Mm-hmm. Is that so?” She said in a sing-song tone that was riddled with playful suspicion. “Why do I have a hard time believing that?”

The cocker spaniel had been on alert when they veered from the route to the town’s park and towards the railroad yard. As they walked alongside the brick shop building and towards the roundhouse, the constant racket of riveting and hammering was met by the hiss of steam engines popping off, the distant clang of bells ringing in the yard, and occasionally a blast from a whistle.

Lady tilted her head slightly so that one of her long ears tumbled along her shoulder blade. She hurried a bit and came up beside her mate. “We’re not here to have a picnic, are we?”

“I’m not pulling your tail, Pidge. We’re on our way to the park. But there’s something here in the yard I want to show you.”

“Something in the yard?” Lady tapped her chin with one finger. “Well, Scamp and Angel are on a freight train, and Dispatch is in the shop. You didn’t order any new furniture that requires shipping on a flatcar?”

“Think again, Pidge.”

“Okay,” She fluttered her eyelashes and lowered her voice to a mere whisper, putting a playful sway into her hips as she walked. “It wouldn’t have anything to do with remodeling our basement into a play-place.”

“Not quite.” Tramp chuckled.

She gave him a playful jab in the ribs. “Come on, you can tell me.”

 “Why tell, when I can show?” That small grin spread into a wide smile, and his tail wagged excitedly. “We’re here.”

The couple had arrived at one of the wing tracks coming off the turntable. One of the small switch locomotives sat with a head of steam. Lady recognized the engine as one of the newer ones that came without a tender and instead carried their water supply in a half-moon shaped tank that they wore over their boiler like a saddle. The nameplate on the tank read: BRAN. As they walked around the switcher’s thick pilot beam she saw a flexible steam hose was attached to the dome and ran down the side of the locomotive to the ground. The hose ran alongside Bran’s black wheels until it shot out across the ground and towards a test stand.

The test stand was a simple manifold on a tripod, used to test appliances without having to mount them onto a locomotive. It was at this manifold that Lady found a familiar lupin, busying herself with a wrench as she adjusted the stand.

“Well, about time you two showed up.” Aleu chirped, turning a valve on the stand. A soft hiss of steam rolled through the manifold, and the she-wolf stood back as a few small leaks made themselves known in the canvas pipe running down from the switch locomotive. “I don’t think I could help myself on giving this thing a test on my own if left to my own devices for too long.”

“Oh goodness, what sort of antics has this rascal roped you into, Aleu?” The cocker spaniel laughed.

“Don’t worry, whatever happens next, he was the instigator.” Aleu took a step to the side to reveal what was atop the manifold. “I just provided the tools and conveniently looked the other way.”

The cocker spaniel’s eyebrows rose and she flushed at the sight. Atop the manifold was a steam whistle like no other. Whereas most whistles were polished brass end to end, and made up of a single casting. This one had a top made up of several individual tubes of varying lengths. All painted a glossy black and wrapped with a polished brass band.

“Well, I never would have thought.” Lady’s tone brightened and she turned to face her mate. “You didn’t build that, did you?”

“With my own two paws and the help from a lathe or two.” Tramp motioned with his head to where the wolf was clipping a cord into the valve so that they could blow the whistle from a distance. “And Aleu over there to key in the notes. We spent yesterday afternoon on it.”

“Don’t drag me into this!” Aleu laughed as she walked backwards towards the couple, trailing out the cord behind her. “This one was all you. If it sounds like garbage, the fault remains yours.”

“I’ll take that bet,” Tramp shot back, taking the cord from the Chief Mechanical Engineer’s hands when it was offered.

“Tramp, you mutt!” Lady beamed as she approached the whistle. She could see her own reflection cast back in its glossy painted surface. “I should have known you would be up to something when you came home so late.”

“Nothing to it, Pidge.” Tramp met her smile with one of his own. He handed her the end of the cord when she stepped back. “Now, why not give it a go? Let’s find out if it sounds as good as it looks.”

The three canines moved into an arc around the manifold, stopping at the length of the cord. There was always the chance that the valve could burst when tested, or one of the chambers would take off like a rocket. But while the hose leading to the manifold spit feathers of leaking steam, the whistle itself stood solid with not a trace of weeping pressure. Lady handed the picnic basket to the Tramp, and wrapped the cord around one hand. With a good tug, she pulled the valve open and blew the whistle.

A great column of white steam burst from the chambers as all the chimes sounded. Unlike the single high-pitched notes or the low wails of the other locomotives that worked the yard, this one echoed with a bright melody of sound. With a childlike grin on her muzzle, the spaniel engineer ‘popped’ the whistle a few times, quilling it up and down as she tested its tone. A few heads looked out the shop door as the unique sound of the custom whistle echoed about the complex. Its tone was far different from the more monotone wails and shrill cries of the rest of the fleet.  

“Goodness! That sounds heavenly.” She remarked, closing the valve and letting the cord go limp. “And listen to that echo!” 

“Are you saying that because it actually sounds good, or because you want to please me?”

“You goof. Of course, it’s because it sounds good!” She turned to her mate. “Those chimes really give off a unique sound.”

Tramp laughed. “You hear that Aleu, I take it she approves.” 

“That’s good.” The she-wolf replied looking between them, her ears pointed forward. “Otherwise I would have to explain how the Dispatch’s whistle got damaged enough to require a new one!”

“Oh, thank you ever so much!” Lady replied, nodding to Aleu. “This is such a wonderful surprise.”

“Like I said, he’s the one responsible for this one.” Aleu smoothly replied before starting to walk towards the switcher. “In fact, I’ll have to write down the dimensions and see about making a copy. That sounded too good to keep to ourselves.”

Tramp and Lady watched as Aleu climbed into the cab of the Bran to close the valves and start bleeding steam off from the manifold, the hissing of the stand and the feathers of steam slowly bled away from the hose. The wolf climbed out onto the thin running board that dug underneath the saddle tank. Stopping only to brush a lock of her hair back over her shoulder before she started to close the remaining valves on the steam dome. All this happened while the sounds of banging resumed from the shop as laborers returned to their work.

“When Dispatch comes out of the shop on Monday, she’ll be wearing our new whistle.” Tramp slipped an arm around Lady’s shoulders and gave her a gentle squeeze. “It’s not quite like the piano, but I’m sure you’ll find a way to play it.”

“That’s wonderful. A special melody, just for us.” She replied with a kiss on his cheek. “Like I said last night, I always play my best with you by my side.”

“Well now, isn’t that a treat.” He handed her the wicker basket. “I’ll help Aleu get all this mess put away, and then we’ll head to the park.”

“Oh of course,” Lady batted her eyelids. She slipped a hand over the cloth and pulled it back to reveal to her mate a treat of her own. A wide necked bottle of fresh bourbon, and two glasses. “Our weekend has just started, and we have plenty of time to make the most of it.”


THE END