"Dawkins!" Dolly announced dramatically at the dining room, almost every other dalmatian in the room feasting on their dog food in the mess hall. "Cue geeky analysis of Pooch Posterior Petiquette!"

Aside from a sly snicker from her brother to her left, the pup genius on the other side of her pulled up his pad, swiping his nose across it to activate the device.

"Research suggests..." The high IQ canine began, as his sister couldn't even wait two seconds before trying to get a glimpse of what the screen displayed. "That it involves spankings, posing, and just the right buttocks."

With the answer to her question seemingly better than she expected, the teenage dalmatian smirked confidently. As playful and tomboyish as she may have been, she knew that had her mother's natural good looks, from nose to tail, and that included her butt.

She'd show those stuck up posh pricks next door that she was every bit as good as them, if not even better. Not just for her own sake, but for all dalmatian kind.

"Also..." Dawkins continued, further reading off the text that his pad displayed, changing his sis's face from smug to curious. "No underpants, farting, facesitting, defecating, anal insertions, butt scratching, carpet rubbing, scent marking and positively no tongue licking of the anus. Ever. "

Dolly's face changed again, this time into a scowl. Adventure was her middle name, and she was always having fun in different ways. So knowing that she wouldn't get to be as daring as she wanted to with the whole ordeal made her feel like it would be rather dull, maybe even teetering on challenging.

But then again, her plan for the upcoming contest was already rather daring.

"Ha!" Dylan cooed, getting in her face with a toothy grin on his face. "There go your talents!"

Her competitive nature rising to the forefront, the bitch got in her brother's face with a fierce smile of her own.

"Oh~" She sighed, glaring him down. "You think I can't out-butt that pampered powderpuff?"

Her step bro's grin didn't disappear, although the verbal answer came from behind her, with Dawkins giving his thought on the question.

"Um, yeeeeeeah..." The brainiac drawled out sarcastically.

"Sure you can!" Dee Dee, the smaller dalmatian sitting besides Dylan spoke up encouraging, honesty and support in her voice. 

Her oldest bro gave a short laugh, before making it sound like he was just clearing his throat instead.

"Something wrong with your throat?" The feisty bitch asked crossly, getting in his face for a moment, before changing her stance to sit up properly, displaying confidence and certainty in her words. "I bet you anything I can do it!"

Her stepbrother continued his meal for a couple of seconds, before turning his attention to his sis/rival.

"Anything, huh?" Dylan piled up, raising an eyebrow. "Even... All my chores for a week? Down to the last perfect detail?"

In turn, she looked back at him, first with a glare, before changing it to a cocky grin of her own.

"Fine! But when I win..." Dolly began, pushing her face into his, narrowing her eyes. "YOU have to kiss my butt, all the way to the show!"

A chorus of "Ewww!"'s followed the bitch's thought of the wager from the other dally's that heard it, but not from Dylan himself. Rather, his reaction was a confident sigh, before he sat up straight again.

"Ha! You're on."

With their wager set, the female teenage dog proceeded to stand up from the floor, seemingly staring directly ahead at nothing in a dramatic pose.

"Cue makeover montage!"

Suddenly, a triplet pair of younger dalmatians appeared from behind her, known in more places across the world than just in Camden Town.

One held a comb, one held a brush and one held mascara.

"You called?" They asked in unison.

***

"But, no dog has ever attempted such a... Practical program." Dawkins explained to the dalmatian that anyone who knew her could hardly recognise anymore.

The main differences between pre and post makeover by Triple D was that her floof was a lot more puffed up around her chest area, looking more like a fur scarf than a fur collar.

The same was true for the fur on her head, looking like a posh human hairdo fitted under, through and over the purple crown donned on her head, which paired well with the pair of matching gems on her forehead, and she had a small, light layer of makeup around her eyes, making them look more highlighted.

She was beautiful without a doubt, and the trio of pups were proud of their work.

But that wasn't the issue at hand, since her face wasn't the part of her body that the audience and judges would be focusing on.

That was, quite literally, the opposite end of her.

Ramming her face into his, Dolly let out a growl at Dawkins to "persuade" him to let her go through with it.

This seems to have worked, as he wore a nervous smile and raised his paw to the screen.

"Uh, commence said program!" The boy genius announced, pressing the button to begin the list of things to give his dear sister the edge. 'But don't say I didn't warn you...'

***

This was going to be a hell of a training session for everyone involved, but mostly for Dolly herself.

She didn't have much time and, even with her wild, adventurous nature, knew she couldn't practicing for the big show by herself.

So she was thankful to all her siblings who volunteered to assist her trial. And especially to Dawkins for setting g this all up, as well as Dylan.

Though the latter was to a lesser degree, since he was planning on just watching to see how long she would go before she broke.

To start with, they needed to have her backside tenderised and disciplined, not only to see if she could handle it, but also to have it whipped into shape.

Or more accurately, smacked into shape.

As such, Dolly's first stop was at one of Dawkins' many contraptions: a treadmill device, connected to some sort of... slapping machine?

She looked at it in confusion.

"It's a paddling device. It'll automatically spank your derriere with an increasingly fast tempo." The young pup genius explained, gesturing towards the other dally standing on the revolving pathway, looking ready and eager to get things started.

It was none other than their aspiring athlete, the fastest pup on wheels and the only dog in the house whose adrenaline could match, or even surpass Dolly's, Delgado.

"Hey sis, you ready to roll?" The sporty pup asked quickly, looking pretty pumped and ready to go.

"Delgado's speed is ideal for revving the tempo of the machine up to a rapid rate." Dawkins added, gesturing towards his brother as well, while the female of the current group gave him an unsure look.

Was she starting to have regrets? If so, that would've been a first for the daring dal.

"Uh, no offense, bro. But don't you have any other... You know, better ideas?" She asked, flashing him a nervous smile.

Dawkins' face morphed into a frown, his brother not looking too happy either.

"What's the matter, Dolly?" Dylan's smug voice asked from the door, the boy dog leaning against the frame. "Afraid of literally getting your butt kicked?"

Dolly turned to her step-bro, narrowing her eyes and growling at him.

"Not a chance!" She replied sternly, looking back at her two younger brothers as she hopped into place in front of the machine, turning to raise her butt at the paddle wheel. "Alright Del', lemme have it! Gimme a hundred laps at full speed!"

The athlete couldn't contain his excitement, getting into a starting position.

"Alright, you asked for it!" He cheered, his blood boiling. "Let it rip, Dawkins!"

Without another word, the scientist-in-training flicked the switch, commencing a lot of mechanical whirring and whooshing, as the treadmill began to move and the paddling device got ready.

The dog on wheels went right for it, running like he was after the postman as per their daily routine, and thus turning the gears and powering the circuitry in the invention.

With a loud slap, the first impact hit her bottom, and Dolly let out a startled yip.

"Ouch!" The bitch yelped, not expecting the sudden impact to feel like that, but couldn't say it again for how rapidly they kept coming.

It must've been at least 3 slaps per second, one after another, and it was starting to hurt as soon as it started.

"W-Wait!" The female dal cried, struggling to hold on, the sensation being unlike anything else.

"Are you kidding?!" The sporty pup on wheels hollered back, looking and sounding very focused. "We just started!"

'He's right, and he's not going to let me call this off!' She realised, the paddles continuing to strike her bum, each hit stinging more than the last.

"I-It's too faa-aa-st!" She announced, her eyes widening from the sensation of undeserved punishment.

On the other side of the room, her brother just rolled his eyes condescendingly, as if to say he knew this was going to backfire horribly on his adventurous stepsister.

"If you want something slower, we could always just tell mum that you peed on the carpet." He suggested, a teasing smile on his lips.

'Of course, he'd do that...' She thought, the paddling not stopping, each whack making her yelp, her tail flailing about, instinctively trying to block them. 'No way she'd believe me over him, if he said something like that.'

Plus, she knew he would be taking delight in her failure if she gave in, and she couldn't give him that pleasure; if she couldn't prove to Dylan that she could enter the P.P.P., then what would those snobby bitches next door say?

They'd never let her hear the end of it.

"F-faster, Del'!" She suddenly ordered, a look of determination replacing the previous uncertainty on her face.

"Roger!" The pup on wheels agreed happily, increasing his speed and turning the paddles faster.

And the speed increased, along with the power of the impacts.

Her butt had already turned from snowy white to a tender red, and it only got more painful as time went on.

Yet Dolly wouldn't quit, she refused to quit.

She was the fun lieutenant of the house, and the leader of her siblings. A lot of them, mostly the girls, looked up to her and expected her to take any challenge with no trouble.

Even if her bum was now turning a brighter and more intense shade of red, she couldn't let them down.

The pain was immense, but the embarrassment would've been greater if she couldn't keep up with her own plan, her own scheme.

Given how much it hurt, thinking straight became a little difficult at the moment from the tomboyish dog, so she couldn't quite recall the last time she had done something so serious to receive a spanking from her stepmum, or even her dad. Doug was always the fun parent and where she got most of her personality from, so when he needed to punish her alone, she knew she was in pretty serious trouble, and would have the sore backside to remind herself of that.

The current beating wasn't nearly as harsh as the ones she got back then, but it sure felt like it was.

"Good, good, keep it up." Dawkins announced looking at the reading of the contraption's data.

The speed was increasing, along with the change of color of the bitch's backside.

Dylan had an unreadable look on his face, his sister's determined expression seemingly making him less confident, his smirk wavering slightly.

"Ready to kick things into high gear, Dolly!?" Delgado asked, maintaining a fast pace on the treadmill.

"Bring i- it on!" She replied, still managing a smirk through the pain, though it was a lot less genuine.

"Roger that!" The athlete confirmed, sprinting ahead as fast as his legs and wheels would allow. "Full speed ahead!"

The paddles turned faster, and so did the impacts on her butt.

If that wasn't enough, the power was increased too, each spank feeling heavier than the last.

It wasn't long until the girl dally's cheeks had gone from tender red, to an angry and strict shade of crimson.

'Gotta stay focused, gotta stay strong!' Dolly thought to herself, gritting her teeth, trying not to let the pain show, her eyes starting to water.

Not only for her pride's sake, but also the fact that Triple D wouldn't be happy with her ruining their hard work.

But as hard as she tried, she couldn't help but let a whimper escape. Poor Dolly didn't know how much more she could reasonably survive before she cracked.

If it was in the next few seconds that she finally caved in and bean weeping, she would need to think of how to reply to Dylan's next flippant remark about how this was a bad idea.

However, it seemed fortune was on her side, for now.

"Okay, that will do." Dawkins announced, flipping the switch off.

Delgado's pace slowed down, before coming to a complete stop, the paddling device going limp and Dolly's backside getting a moment of relief.

The canine girl panted, the exhaustion, the soreness and the relief from the paddling all getting to her.

However, it seemed that the tech wiz had no issue or concern about her well being, as he instead just walked behind her to see the damage/progress.

"Excellent, your backside has been tenderised thoroughly and efficiently." He declared, his words bringing a sense of pride to his sister.

She had survived and succeeded in her first goal, but that was just the warmup.

"Huh..." Dylan simply said, tilting his head slightly. "Have to hand it to you, looks like you know how to take a butt beating like a champ..."

"Oh, you can bet on that." She replied cockily, flashing him a toothy grin, hoping he hadn't noticed the tears, with the boy dog responding with a smile of his own.

"Well then, I'm looking forward to seeing how you do next."

***

"Alright, now that the physical discipline has been successfully implemented, it's time to advance to the aspects of self control and resisting instincts upon the arising of certain natural conditions." Dawkins explained, the trio of himself, Dolly and Dylan walking into the garden for the next part of the training process.

Once again, Dolly was a little lost about what he was talking about, evident by the look of confusion on her face.

"Uh, O... Kay?" She replied, not entirely sure of what she had signed herself up for.

"Basically, the next thing on the list is learning how to hold it." Her step-brother explained, a look of slight amusement on his face.

Turning to him now, her face changed from something of slight concern.

"Hold what?" She asked, unsure if she even wanted to know.

Just then, a small rumble from behind the bitch was heard, and only moments later, someone literally popped up from out of the ground.

"Dig it!" Diesel announced, a wide grin on his goofy face as he made his entrance."

"Oh, no." Dolly moaned, not liking the look of the dog that had emerged.

And not just because he was covered in didt like always, likely going to smother her pristine state.

"Oh, yes." Dawkins responded, an uncharacteristically devious smirk on his face, the pup genius not usually one to get into mischief, but there was a first time for everything and this is what Dolly literally asked for.

"Here you go, Dies'." Dylan announced, passing him some kind of large tablet thing with his nose. "Happy digging~"

Dolly's heart sank lower when she took a look at the little stone-shaped medicine she recognised.

She remembered having to take something like that once, when Delilah insisted on it during a time she was drastically ill.

When her stepmother said she needed to give her a kind of medicine, sometbign called a 'suppository', she was hoping/expecting it to be one you would orally take. It may not have been pleasant, but at least she could stomach it.

But when she found out what it really was and which end of her body it needed to enter her from, it was an experience she never forgot.

Good thing it worked; she'd have hated the have gone through that for nothing.

And the fact something similar was about to happen again send a shiver down her spine.

Only difference was that this one was differently shaped and colored, implying it wasn't the same one as the previous kind she had taken as a pup.

Diesel held the little medicine in his paw, looking at Dolly in his usual daft way.

"Ready to go, Dolly?" He asked in a cheery tone.

"Don't." She pleaded, not liking the sound of where this was going. "Please, don't."

Dylan dramatically gasped the second he Rooney changed to whimpering.

"Why, Dolly!" He condescending announced, basking in his victory. "You're giving in so quickly?"

The girl dally shot a fierce glare at him, the pain in her cheeks not as bad as the one on her face.

She just couldn't let him win.

"That's not funny!" She snarled at him, before turning away from her younger bro and bending down, lifting her rear and her tail out of the way. "Get digging, Diesel!"

The digging enthusiast didn't need to be told twice, lunging forwards to his sister's awaiting anus.

"Dig it!" He shouted again, ramming his paw holding the tablet into her rectum, making the bitch's eyes widen and her mouth hang open, a loud yelp escaping her.

Her oldest brother couldn't have looked any happier or smugger as he watched, the tomboy's pride crumbling as she had her bum filled, the suppository going deeper and deeper, before it reached her intestines and began doing it's thing.

"O- okay, okay! I- it's in!" She yelled, eager to squeeze his front leg out of her arse, surprised by how much bigger it was than she thought. "N- now get out of me!"

Dawkins and Dylan both looked in amazement at what was happening to her, both their outs agape.

"Uh, Dolly?" Dylan began, pointing a paw at her behind. "I... Think he's stuck."

Her eyes widened in horror as she slowly turned her head to look at her anus, a pair of legs and a tail sticking out from the half of his torso that wasn't lodged in her backside.

Even for Diesel, that was an incredible degree of stupidity.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL DOG!?! HOW DID YOU EVEN-" She began yelling at him, her cheeks burning in shame.

Before she could finish however, the dogs besides her took position behind the trapped pup's paws, each of them taking one in both of their own.

"Here we go..." Dawkins announced, both he and Dylan taking a step back to get ready for the removal process. "And, heave!"

Heave they did, as both boys pulled on the dog's paws as hard as they could.

It didn't work too well.

"Ho!" Dylan followed up, both of them repeating the action.

Poor Dolly could only watch on in despair, a look of shock and horror on her blushing face.

"Come on!" She cried, her bum stretched more and more by the two brothers trying to remove the third. "COME ON!"

The two males let out a shout of effort as they put everything they had into the action, the daft dog sliding out further and further, the girl dog's hole stretched and her eyes watering, not only from the pain, but from the humiliation.

Eventually, after another hard tug, Diesel was pulled free from Dolly's butt, the three boys landing on their backs with the dirty one on top, a big grin on his face, the bitch's hole shrinking to a gaping, pink hole, which was then closed up completely as she clenched it shut.

"Y-you..." She stuttered, panting and glaring at the boy who got himself stuck in her arse. "I'm gonna get you back for this..."

"Heh heh, you're welcome!" He announced innocently, as both the responsible and smart dogs sat up straight.

Just as they did, the scent of Diesel's body wafted into their noses, causing them both to wince and cover them.

"Oh, Diesel! Go take a bath!" Dylan complained, his face scrunching up in disgust.

"But I just did! Like, ten weeks ago!" He counterargued, still sounding genuine with his reply due to his low IQ.

"Ugh, I really hope it's JUST dirt scattered on his body." Dawkins remarked, standing up and looking at Dolly. "Regardless, the insertion, though not as we planned, has been installed. We can now proceed to the next phase of the training."

Dolly was still a little annoyed by the whole ordeal, but the fact they could move onto the next stage of the process, and she could move onto the next phase of the challenge, helped soothe her anger.

"Alright, who are we seeing next?" She asked grumpily, turning to walk inside the house.

"Where are you going?" Dylan asked, sounding both smug and genuine with his question. "Don't you think it's better to do it out here, if you fail?"

The botch looked puzzled by what he meant, turning back to look at him.

Before esher could ask, though, Dawkins followed up with his own statement.

"Indeed, it's more logical to conduct this trial outdoors, as the hard part is about to commence."

Now she was getting worried again. What did he mean, "the HARD part"?

Was what she just did the EASY part!?

"I deduce the formula used in this mixture, combined with our dietary pattern and recent food injection, will cause the effect of the laxative to commence momentarily." He went on, internally wrecking Dolly when she heard that last part.

She had just had a laxative inserted in her, not a suppository like she thought?

And worse, it was going to have the opposite effect, and force her to go?

"H-How soon!?" She asked frantically, panic in her eyes.

"I'd say around twenty seconds, starting 18 seconds ago." The genius dalmatian announced, his bro's gave looking at their sis confidently that he would prove himself right.

Or better yet, have her prove his point for her.

Sure enough, a loud rumbling began to arise from within Dolly's belly.

She let out a groan, holding her stomach with one paw.

"Uh oh." She groaned, the rumbling increasing.

"Yes, precisely!" Dawkins announced, starting a timer setting on his pup deivce. "Now, the real test begins. Simply hold in your incoming cascade for a minute and it'll be deemed a success."

"B- but I'm gonna- I've gotta- it's c- comin'-" Dolly whined, feeling like she was about to explode.

"Go ahead." Dylan stated simply, a knowing look in his eyes. "If you wanna back out, then LET it out."

The bitch grit her teeth and let out a grunt, her belly letting out a very audible growl.

"N- not a cha- chance!" She declared, her determination returning, even as the laxative started to affect her, and her stomach.

Everything she had eaten in the last 24 hours was quickly racing its way down to her exit.

"10 seconds." Dawkins announced, watching the timer as the girl dally stood her ground, clenching her hole shut and squeezing her cheeks.

It didn't matter how much her body wanted her to expel the waste inside her, or how badly it wanted to come out, her pride was at stake. No way she would back down or turn away from a challenge.

Sweat began pouring down her face as her anus felt the pressure from inside, the urge to expel her poop building.

"25 seconds." Her brainy brother continued, the other boy standing back and watching the show, a look of interest and anticipation on his face. If only had he brought his water bowl and some kibble.

Dolly began bouncing a little, trying to hold it in and resist the urge, the need and the desire, as she bit her lip and groaned, the urge to go getting more and more difficult to hold back.

"40 seconds." He continued, giving her a quick glance.

"You know, Dawkins~" Dylan announced smug and teasingly. "Since Dolly loves a challenge, maybe we should up it to 2 minutes?"

His step-sister's eyes widened and she whipped her head around to glare at him.

"St- stick a s-sock in it!" She roared, her determination not broken. "I'm g- gonna... M- make it!"

Her face scrunched up in an adorable expression as she tried to hold it in, her body fighting against her mind.

"50 seconds." Dawkins replied, looking back at his timer, his brother's idea of extending the time making it more challenging.

But, he was a dog of science, and this was all according to his plan.

"5 seconds... 3... 2... 1!"

Dolly's eyes widened, as she bolted to the bushes without wasting a second that instant she was able to go.

"Gangway!" She yelled, charging last her brother's faster than she ever had before, even on her skateboard.

Both boys blinked and stared as the tomboyish canine disappeared behind the green shrubbery.

The next moment, they could hear the sounds of her relieving herself, and it sounded like a bomb detonated from a short distance away.

Fortunately for them, the bush she had used was away from the house and next to the fence separating their yard from Clarissa's.

As it happened, she and her two posh friends, Arabella and Prunella, were still having their little tea party together, completely oblivious to their sporty rival's training right next door.

And more importantly, the bomb she had just dropped nearby.

"I still can't believe that dastardly dalmatian actually agreed to enter." The corgi leader declared, earning a pompous laugh for her friends.

"Oh, I'll be shocked if she could even show up at the door, let alone the event." Arabella declared daintly. "But if she does, perhaps she'll crash into the door on tat stupid skateboard of hers."

"Hahaha, quite hilarious." Prunella agreed, the three of them sipping their tea.

Just then, something truly vile wafted into the air around them, causing their noses to crinkle up and the trio to let out a noise of disgust.

"Urgh, what is that wretched stench!?" Clarissa exclaimed, covering her nose with her paws.

The bulldog beside her gagged and coughed, waving her paw around the air to get rid of the smell.

"Goodness gracious!" She complained, turning her head left and right, looking for the source. "Who's been buying their perfume in the dumpster aisle!?"

The biggest dog across the table had no comment, just trying her best not to gag, covering her mouth and nose.

"Ugh, what a dreadful display!" She commented, before looking at her companions, a disgusted look on her face. "Come, let us leave this foul fume and take our afternoon stroll."

"Excellent suggestion, dear." The corgi agreed, standing up and running away from the table.

The bulldog and Lhasa Apso followed close behind her, not wanting to spend any more time near the awful smell.

If Dolly could hear her achievement, she'd be so proud of herself. But alas, she was too ashamed of herself.

"H- how much did I have have eat?" She whined satisfactorily, feeling terrible for her actions but relieved for letting it all out, her bum still feeling sore as it emptied.

She looked behind her, and her face burned up even more when she saw the mess she had made.

"Wow... New record."

***

After Dolly had gotten herself "cleaned up", she was feeling unsure whether she was eager or nervous about her next challenge in this program.

Hopefully, it wouldn't be as bad or as gross as what she just had to force herself to do, though she wasn't too hopeful about that.

As Dawkins said, nobody had ever tried something as advanced as this before, and she could understand why from just the first 2 challenges.

Still, she wasn't about to back down. Not after getting such a good start.

Dylan and Dawkins had led her back inside, to the wide open living room, usually full of activity and at least a couple dozen pups out and about in it at any one time.

This time, to the bitch's surprise, there was only one pup in there, all by herself.

The youngest lot of the litter: Dorothy.

She was such a sweet and innocent baby, having not even gotten a single black spot on her snowy white fur yet, and she made for a great team mascot, if needed.

There she was, napping on the little cushion on the floor, making the three older kids' hearts melt.

"Okay, Dawkins." Dolly began, turning her head towards him, a slight look of displeasure on her lips, likely from the idea of having roped such an innocent little pup into their shenanigans. "What's she doing here?"

"From what my intelligence has deduced, Dorothy appears to be taking a nap." The young genius responded, pointing a paw towards the little sleeping ball of fluff, eliciting a snicker from Dylan at the smartarse answer.

Dolly just rolled her eyes, following the other two to stand next to their youngest sibling, hushing their voices to whispering.

"So, you want me to do what, exactly?" She asked, turning to look at the smart alec.

However, before he could answer, the red-collared dalmatian spun her around so she was facing the other way, and her rear was facing the snoozing pup.

"This task is another one focused on resistance under difficult conditions and self-control to prevent a simulated disaster." Dawkins explained, both he and Dylan taking a step back to leave her in front of the baby. "Just DON'T sit on Dorothy's face."

"Oh, gee(!)" She replied sarcastically, raising an eyebrow at the two. "However will I succeed(!)"

Dylan smirked, a sly tone in his voice.

"Well, we were thinking you'd find this a little easy." He began, a knowing grin on his cocky face. "So it's a good thing she agreed to help."

Suddenly, Dolly's eyebrow dropped, curious as to what he was referring to.

"Who agreed to help?" She dared to ask, her tone being more intrigued than concerned.

Right on cue, the sound of heaving paws hitting the floor and coming their way gave her a strong hint of the answer.

The answer she was now dreading.

After glancing at each other, both the boys stepped aside, allowing Dolly to get a clear view of her best friend now standing at the door.

"Hiya, Dolly!" Roxy greeted, smiling widely and drooling as always. "Wow, you look well nice!"

Normally, the dalmatian would be happy to see the Rottweiler any day of the week. But under these circumstances, she was anything but happy.

"Uh, Roxy? What are you doing here?" She asked nervously, a worried expression on her face.

"Oh, Dawkins told me I was helping out with something." The big girl answered, her voice suddenly sounding a lot more excited when she followed it up. "But more important DYLAN SAID HE WANTED TO SEE ME!"

If she wasn't so nervous about whatever she was about to be faced with by the heaviest dog she knew, Dolly's reaction to the last part would've consisted of either a roll of the eyes, a barfing face or a giggle. She was well aware of her BFF's crush on her stepbrother; she told her straight to her face in the seesaw.

Speaking of, the boy dog had a bit of a nervous glance on his face, when his unrequited love interest mentioned his name. They may have been on good terms and he didn't dislike her or anything, but the fact that a dog of a notoriously dangerous breed wanted to spend her life with him still sent shivers down his spine, whenever he thought about her or how she felt about him.

"Uh, yeah... I did." He nervously followed up, quickly trying to regain his composure. "A-anyway, Roxy, we, uh... Need you to... Get on top of Dolly."

Both awake bitches had a reaction of their own. The Rottweiler's looking puzzled by the request, whereas the dalmatian's being one of shock and horror.

All of a sudden, she wasn't feeling quite so cocky about this challenge.

"You want her to get on top of me?" She asked, turning to him, the look on her face clearly showing that she thought he was joking.

"Affirmative!" Dawkins answered on his behalf, holding up his pad and showing the screen to the large canine. "With your titanic mass weighing down her rear end, Dolly should experience an elevated amount of strain in her butt muscles, allowing for greater resistance to the natural urge of elimination."

The bigger dog nodded and smiled, her tail wagging behind her.

"I don't have a clue what you just said, but okay!" She announced running up towards her best friend. "Duck, Dolly!"

Dolly's eyes widened as the other dog charged, and the moment she got close, the smaller dal lowered her head and upper body, just in the nick of time.

The colossal canine leapt up and slammed herself down on the awaiting pampered dally, making her eyes widen and feel like she was carrying a whole mountain on her back.

"Oof!" She groaned, a look of discomfort on her face, feeling like a tonne of weight was added onto her back, with most of it being concentrated on the centre, where the Rottweiler had landed.

Roxy just giggled, clearly enjoying their little "game", somehow managing not to slip down, her slender friend's body.

The plan had worked, and Dolly's body had tensed up and her cheeks had tightened from the pressure, along with her legs wobbling from the incredible weight.

As soon as she was in position, Dawkins began the timer on his pad again, waiting for the full minute to run out.

It was now the tomboy's job to stay strong and resist the urge to give in and fall down, ass-first on her youngest sibling.

"So, Roxy..." Dylan began, sounding like he was trying to make some small talk with her, a slight bit of worry still lingering in his voice. "Wanna talk about... Us?"

He couldn't have picked a worse subject, as far as the struggling bitch was concerned.

"Oh, Dylan~" Roxy swooned, her smile growing wider as her tail wagged faster and harder, almost making Dolly collapse as her balance was thrown off. "Do you want me to tell you about our wedding!?"

"W- Wedding!?" He yelped, his eyes widening, the look of worry increasing and the sense of regret building.

"Or do you want to hear about the puppies we'll have!? You're so good with kids, so I thought you'd want lots and lots of our own, and-"

Dolly wasn't doing so good. Not only did her best friend's constant shifting and moving make her feel like she was going to keel over any second, but she also had to hear about her romantic fantasies, involving her and Dylan, and the idea of the two of them starting a family.

That was just too much for the poor tomboy already.

"N- noooooo! St- stop!" She yelled, trying her hardest to hold on, feeling like her back was going to break, her butt clenched tight. "R- Rox- xy!"

"I was thinking of Dolly being my bridesmaid and letting Dee Dee and Dizzy toss the flower petals, and our cake being a huge-" Her large friend droned on, sounding completely oblivious to the other dalmatian's burdens.

"Pl- pleeeeease, s- stop!" She begged, feeling herself getting weaker, her legs starting to buckle.

"Oh, and then I'd get to wear a pretty white dress, which I've already got sorted just in case, and we'd have a big wedding reception with everyone we know and have fun and eat cake and you'd get to carry me down the walkway, and then-"

"Rox- y! N- not, a- any- mo- more!" Dolly cried, her legs beginning to wobble.

"And I'd get to take your last name, or we could just hyphenate our names, but I don't mind being a "Dalmatian" too, 'coz I like all of you so much, and-"

Dylan's face was wavering and buckling more with every word she was saying about this nightmare fantasy, but not anywhere near as much as Dolly's legs were.

Her body, and by contrast her butt, was inching closer and closer to the ground/Dorothy's face with every passing second, the oblivious pup gently snoring away.

"Marvellous, Dolly." Dawkins announced, keeping his eyes on the timer. "Merely 30 seconds remaining!"

"I- I can't- I can't- I- I-" Dolly whined, trying her hardest not to think of what she'd heard and focus on staying strong.

If she survived this task, the first thing she was doing was rubbing her victory in those snobby bitches' faces, and the second was putting her friend on a diet.

A very strict diet.

"Don't you think so, Dolly?" Roxy's voice rang out, making the tomboy turn her head to look at her, a look of surprise and dread on her face.

"H- hm- mmm?" The straining dalmatian responded, her butt only a few centimetres from Dorothy's nose, the Rottweiler still not realising the peril her friend was in.

"I said, don't you think we rent out the entire park for our wedding?" The bigger dog asked, her face shining with joy, the other bitch's eyes widening, as if asking what she had to do with all this. "We can have a bouncy castle and a ball pit and everything! Then, afterwards, we could have a honeymoon at a fancy hotel in Paris, or-"

'This is torture...' Dolly thought to herself, her eyes beginning to water. 'This has to be an act of animal cruelty...'

"10 seconds!" Dawkins announced, the smart dog's attention being focused on the timer.

"C- can't, d- do- 't, I-" The tomboy began, the feeling in her legs fading.

Her backside inched ever closer to the sleeping baby, so much that her nose actually wrinkled from the scent coming from it.

"3, 2, 1!" The smart boy dog finished, as the other two stared at the straining canine, her face looking pained and her cheeks shaking. "Time has concluded! Your rear end has survived, Dolly!"

The sound of that made Dolly's ears perk up, and her face light up with the brightest smile.

"Y- yes!" She cheered, a sense of pride rising in her.

Though she wasn't nearly as thankful for passing the test as much as when Roxy finally jumped off her back, and she felt the heavy burden on her shoulders disappear.

"Oh, that was fun, Dolly!" Her best friend declared, wagging her tail, not even noticing the relieved look on the smaller dog's face. "Can we do that again, please!?"

"No, thanks!" The tomboy replied quickly, feeling like her butt had just gone through a workout, not having any desire to go through that again, especially with the subject of the conversation.

It took a lot of her remaining energy just to stay on her paws.

Dylan, meanwhile, looked disappointed in his sister's success, letting out a sigh of defeat. It seemed that he would have have wait a little longer to prove his point.

But also looking distraught at what he knew/dreaded was about to happen next.

"Alright, well... Thanks for your help, Roxy..." He nervously spoke up, as getting the attention of the big black canine.

She eagerly raced over to the love of her life, sitting in front of him as her tails wagged rapidly and her tongue panted fiercely, the saliva dripping from her sharp teeth and wet muscle.

"So, about that reward~" She cooed excitedly, leaning closer towards him, her eyes filled with adoration and her mouth filled with slobber.

The male dally's eyes widened and his pupils shrunk, his already-white face paling all over, save for his blushing red cheeks.

"R-right, um..." He fearfully responded, both Dolly and Dawkins watching with intent, the former having no idea what was about to commence.

With shivering muscles in every inch on his face, he closed his eyes and extended his lips out to the large canine in front of him, before the inevitable occurred.

After being tackled to the ground by the colossal Rottweiler, a loud, wet SMOOCH rang out across the living room, followed by the sound of Roxy's happy squeals and Dylan's gagging.

Dolly couldn't believe her eyes, yet she couldn't tear them away either, watching her brother receive a sloppy kiss from the dog that loved him.

Not even the biggest romantic movies could describe how sweet and heartwarming that was, the same way that not even the best comedy films she had even seen could compare to entertaining this looked. It almost made what she just went through worth it.

As for the boy being kissed, he'd rather spend an hour locked in a small cupboard with Diesel than spend any longer in this embrace than he had to.

Eventually, after a few moments of her making out with him, Roxy's grip around the dally loosened, and she relinquished her grip on her dream boyfriend, leaving him panting heavily and looking exhausted, both physically and mentally.

"Mwah!" She happily exclaimed as soon as the kiss broke, licking her lips. "Yum, tastes like peanut butter~"

If his face wasn't red before, it was certainly a lot brighter now, though his cheeks would have a little more time to cool off.

"Uh, t- thanks... R- Roxy..." He stammered, still in a state of shock and disbelief at the fact he just shared his first kiss.

"I should be the one thanking you, Dylan! If ever you want to do it again, you know where to find me!" She announced, getting off his body and trotting towards the door, her tail wagging and a smile on her face.

"I'm gonna go tell me mum all about our wedding! See ya!"

Once she was out of the room, Dylan's expression turned from dazed, to annoyed, narrowing his eyes and shooting a glare at his still exhausted sister.

"Well..." She wheezed, still trying to catch her breath. "S- seems like... She's got things... Prepared..."

The sight of her smug, yet still tired face was all he needed to get mad.

"That doesn't prove anything! You've still got a lot of training to do, and you'll crack, sooner or later!"

As the two argued, Dawkins made his way over to where the sleeping puppy, whispering into her ear.

"Superb facade." He muttered, making sure only the little one could hear him.

The next moment, the pup's eyes opened and her mouth widened to a smile, revealing that her sleeping had been an act from the start.

The adorable bundle of fluff let out a quiet giggle, clearing having enjoyed the whole thing.

"Okay, Dylan." Dolly began, a smile forming on her lips, still tired but feeling confident. "Bring it on!"

***

The next trial brought them to the kitchen, where Dolly would be futher tested on her self control and discipline.

In there, she expected the test was that she had to resist the temptation of eating something g delicious on offer, with the most enticing meal she could think of being a large, juicy steak, just waiting to be eaten.

But alas, such was not the case.

Instead, there stood yet another sibling of theirs. None other than the yin-yang spiritualist himself, Deepak.

He was facing them, standing in front of the table and staring into space, deep in meditation, the sounds of a tranquil, serene music playing from nowhere.

The three other kids watched him, waiting for him to acknowledge their presence, his eyes still closed and his expression peaceful.

"Welcome, Dolly." He said calmly, his voice still sounding like his mind was elsewhere.

"Yeah, yeah..." Dolly began, sounding slightly irritated, not looking forward to whatever this test would entail. "What do you want me to do?"

The young mystic opened his eyes, looking straight at his sister, a neutral look on his face.

"You are to join me in the act of meditation and concentration. By doing so, you will experience a sense of peace and serenity, allowing you to resist the urge to-"

"Ugh, alright, I get it." The tomboy complained, cutting him off, standing in front of him. 

The two-sided dally took a moment to glance behind his sister, before looking at her with his usual expression.

"Please, sit and take your place." He requested, moving to his left side, the tomboy letting out a sigh as she sat down in front of him.

However, she was thrown another curveball as soon as she hit something beneath her butt.

This time, the sound of some kind of powder being dispersed, the dally raising an eyebrow at what happened.

"What was that?" She asked, not entirely sure if she even wanted to look down to know the answer.

"Oh, that was a packet of itching powder. We borrowed it from Dimitri's 1, 2 and 3." Deepak calmly answered, making the girl's eyes widen in shock, a look of panic on her face.

"WHAT!?"

Just like before, Dylan looked a lot happier than Dolly was about what was happening, his smugness shining through.

The powder's effects were instantaneous; Dolly could already begin to feel every instinct in her being telling her to slam her butt on the ground and grind against it to relief the horrid itching.

"Alright, Deepak, get her in the correct position." Dawkins instructed, tapping something on his device.

"Of course." The pup responded, nodding. "Come, Dolly, I shall guide you in your journey."

The girl dally could barely hear a word he was saying, already feeling the powder going to work on her, her hole clenching tight and her face scrunching into something that looked like a railroad map.

She didn't even need to hear what this challenge was, to know it was a hard one.

"First, you must find your centre. Find the calmest part of yourself and let it flow." Deepak began, sitting on his haunches, the dalmatian girl imitating his posture.

But it was hard; right now, she couldn't focus on anything besides her aching hole and the burning itch on both her buttocks.

"Now, take a deep breath, and let it out. Feel the world around you, and embrace the feelings inside." The boy dog went on, Dolly closing her eyes, and taking a deep inhale, trying to focus on anything other than the pain. "The itching is not there. It is all in your head. You feel nothing."

The tomboy exhaled, trying her hardest to "concentrate" her way out of this.

'I gotta hold it, I've gotta hold it.' She repeated in her head, gritting her teeth. 'It's not there. I feel nothing. All in my head.'

The tomboy couldn't feel anything but pain and frustration right now, but she tried her best to ignore the itch and not snap at the little mystic, while he droned on with his words of spiritual wisdom.

"The air is warm. The music is peaceful. You are in a calm place, far away from the problems of the real world." Deepak continued, Dolly's cheeks clenching even harder, her eyes shutting tighter.

Every passing second made it harder and harder to focus on her breathing, and not on the pain and urge inside her.

'Calm place, far away, not there, no itch, no problem.' She chanted in her head, trying her best not to scratch her backside, which was itching and burning like mad. 'I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm-'

She could hold it in anymore.

"GAAAH! ITCHING, ITCHING, SO MUCH ITCHING!" She screamed, ready to pound her butt on the ground to finally dispose of the torture.

"Ha! I knew you couldn't do it." Dylan taunted, the bitch snapping her head towards him, a glare of anger and annoyance on her face.

"I can too!" She shot back, feeling humiliated, but determined to not let this break her. "I can do anything! And I'll prove it, and when I win, you and Dawkins are gonna be laughing out the other sides of your faces!"

Her oldest sibling looked like he was about to respond, before the meditating canine beta him to it.

"Focus, Dolly. You have not failed, but the path to success is long and difficult." He stated calmly, his voice as steady and serene as always.

"Whatever." The tomboy replied, rolling her eyes.

The argument with the lads didn't do kuchen to help her ignore the itch in, on and around her bum.

"Take another deep breath, and release your worries and doubts." He suggested, the dalmatian obeying and following his command, as difficult as it was. "Just keep focusing, and you will succeed."

Dolly did just that, closing her eyes and concentrating, focusing everything she had on keeping her cheeks clenched shut and not thinking about the itching.

For a little while, she was able to focus on her breathing and keep her mind off the itching, but every so often, it came back to her, like it was gnawing away at her skin.

Still, she fought on, trying to block out the itch, and not let the pressure build up inside her, her anus feeling like a balloon, ready to burst.

"Just a minimal quantity of the powder was applied, yet it looks like it's irritating her to an unmanageable degree." Dawkins observed, studying his sister's face. "How fascinating."

Dylan just watched, a smirk on his face, the smart boy's words only serving to annoy their sister even more, the bitch's eyebrows as crossed as they could be.

'It's not the only thing irritating me to an unmanageable degree...' She thought to herself, growling in their direction.

"You can do it, Dolly." Deepak spoke up, her eyes opening to see his face. "Tell yourself that. Keep holding in and fighting. It will end, soon."

His words helped reassure her to a certain extent, giving her hope that the suffering would pass sooner rather than later.

With that, the girl closed her eyes again, focusing her breathing, and trying her best to block out the sounds of her brothers snickering and teasing her.

It felt like a swarm of fleas and ticks were chewing and biting her ass, a sensation that made her grit her teeth and let out a grunt, her tail twitching.

"Keep trying, Dolly. Keep breathing." The yin-yang dalmatian continued, his voice helping her stay calm and collected, her anxious breathing starting to mellow out.

"10 seconds..." Dawkins announced, the tomboy's body relaxing and her expression beginning to soften, as her anus felt like it was about to explode. "9... 8... 7..."

It was so close. Just a little more.

"4... 3... 2... 1."

Dolly took a deep breath and held it in, the urge to let go slowly fading.

"Time's up." The smart dally finished, the itching girl's eyes opening as she screamed in agony, and her butt hitting the floor like an anvil.

The boys could only watch as their sister pounded her hindquarters into the ground, scrapping it across the floor, the dalmatian's eyes rolling to the back of her head, her mouth hanging open and her tongue out, panting like mad, as the burning feeling finally slowly subsided with every rub of her ass against the hard floor.

"Argh! Ahhh!" She moaned aloud, tears springing from her eyes as she scrapped her ass against the ground, the pain gradually starting to fade, her hole clenching and unclenching, the tomboy's face red and her cheeks shaking, until the last of the itch was gone, and her bum was a little sore from the rough treatment, a panting mess.

Dylan's smugness returned, along with his taunting smile.

"So, I guess you're still not giving up, then?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

The tomboy's head whipped round and glared at her stepbrother, her eyes narrowed and a look of rage on her face.

"Not until I'm a fur coat!" She snapped at him, staring him down.

The male dog of the same age rolled his eyes for a moment, before facing her directly.

"Well, credit where it's due, you're doing well so far."

Dolly's eyes widened, her angered expression replaced by one of surprise and confusion, as her bro's expression turned to a more genuine one.

"Uh... Thanks?" The bitch commented, eyeing him up and down.

Before the conversation could resume, however, Dawkins spoke up after fiddling with his pad again.

"Remain here, Dolly." The pup genius instructed, readying the next objective for her intense training. "Your next test is about to commence."

The girl groaned, rolling her eyes and shaking her head, her brother's cockiness having rubbed off on their younger, smarter sibling.

"Fine. Whatever." She reluctantly agreed, a feeling of dread building inside her. "Let's get on with it."

***

Dizzy and Dee Dee skipped into the kitchen to join the others, a bright smile on their faces.

'Oh no...' Was all Dolly could think when she saw her two personal/favorite helpers joint them in the food room.

The pair of them loved and admired her, inging into every word she said and would help her with anything until the end.

And that's just what Dolly was afraid of.

"Ooh, I wonder what's for lunch, Dee Dee?" The first twin chirped sarcastically, a hopeful and excited tone in her voice.

"I don't know about you, Dizzy, but I think I'm in the mood for something meaty!" The other one followed up, both of them giving their leader a sly look.

Whatever the devious pair had in mind, she could only dread the answer.

"Alright, you two, what are you gonna have me do?" Dolly asked, letting out a sigh.

The pair looked at each other knowingly, before sauntering past her and towards the fridge.

"What are we gonna have YOU do? Nothing at all!" Dee Dee exclaimed, opening the door, the cold air spilling out.

"We're gonna get a meal, and you're NOT gonna eat it!" Dizzy followed up, leaping up on her sister's back to climb up to a higher shelf in the fridge.

Ordinarily, Dylan would've been against the notion of anyone helping themselves to anything out the fridge outside of breakfast, dinner or tea time. But in these circumstances, to prove to his stepsister how wrong she was about thinking she had a chance in a contest like this, he was willing to make an exception.

Besides, what harm could the twins really do to his feeding schedule?

The tomboy's eyes widened as her little sisters pulled out one hell of an incredible, tender, juicy steak from the top shelf, her mouth watering.

"W- what are you doing?" She asked, unable to tear her eyes from the amazing slab of meat being brought before her.

If the word "perfection" could be served on a plate, she was pretty sure this was as closest as she would ever get to seeing it in physical form.

The bitch wasn't sure if she had started drooling or not; it was difficult to focus on anything other than the perfect steak right in front of her right now.

How they/Dylan managed to keep it hidden from her until now was a mystery, but she didn't really care.

All she really wanted was the steak.

"Recline, if you please." Dawkins instructed, his older sister doing as asked and lying down on the floor, her belly up.

The twins walked over, a wide smile on their faces, their eyes focused on the dalmatian in front of them, a look of glee and excitement.

As they came closer, so did the delicious-looking meat, letting Dolly's eyes glisten and sparkle as she could make out more details of the slab.

The juices coming from the creases, the colour of the raw flesh, and the tenderness of the whole cut.

The only thing that could've made it better was if they were serving it on an actual silver platter.

"Alright, Dolly, just try not to eat the food in front of you, and you're done!" Dylan told her, standing to the side.

The way she couldn't take her eyes off the gorgeous deceased cow didn't go unnoticed by the others, especially not by her eldest brother.

Once the twins were close enough to her, they held the steak in their maws and reached a leg to grab one of Dolly's hind legs each, lifting them up so her backside was relatively flat, anus aiming to the ceiling.

She didn't even seem to mind in the slightest, too fixated on the steak.

"Now, Dee Dee!" Dizzy whispered to her twin.

"Heave-ho!" Dee Dee replied, a grin on her lips, the pair of them getting ready to enact their plan; swinging the handsome portion of meat back and forth.

After just a couple of swinging, the pair landed the huge hunk of meat right onto the girl dally's balanced butt, eliciting a moan and a grunt from her.

"Ooohhhh, yes~" She cooed, her hole tightening as soon as the tender beef came into contact with her butt.

There it was, only inches away from her maw. All she had to do was reach a paw up and pull it towards her, and she would have her most delicious meal, yet.

"Remember, Dolly, resisting temptation is the primary objective of this exercise." The smart dog reminded, beginning the timer on his device yet again. "No matter how tempting or how much you desire to, if your lips, tongue or teeth make contact with the meat, you shall fail."

"G- got it." She responded, her eyes glued to the beautiful, tasty-looking piece of flesh.

Just like that, Dolly began the task of keeping herself from eating the steak, as her two helpers watched on.

The only problem was that the twins seemed a little too eager for the test of her stamina and determination.

"Mmmm, it smells so good, doesn't it, Dee Dee?" The first one chirped, salivating slightly, her tongue sticking out and her mouth drooling, mimicking their role model.

"Oh, definitely, Dizzy~" The other one cooed, matching the taunting. "It's making me so hungry~"

As soon as the first one said the word, Dolly's anus clenched, her cheeks tightening up as she tried not to let her urges get the best of her; to bring her face to her ass and go at the steak like Roxy would at Dylan in any possible opportunity.

"Don't let your cravings and desires take over." Dawkins advised, still looking at the timer. "You can do this, Dolly."

"That's right." Dylan followed up, a look of doubt and anticipation on his face. "No matter how juicy and tasty it looks, don't give in."

"Mmmmm, you look soooo hungry~" Dizzy purred, licking her lips.

"Yeah, and IT looks soooo yummy~" Dee Dee followed up, 

Dolly's willpower was getting worse with every taunting word; the dally's pupils shrinking, her hole tightening and her cheeks clenching.

More than anything, she wanted to devour it without restraint, down to licking the last strand of fur off her butt clean from the sweet meat juices.

But she also knew this was all part of the training, and that no matter how hard this was, the real thing was probably gonna be at least twice as hard.

Hell, she wouldn't have been surprised if they smeared all kinds of meat juices on her butt that she would have to force herself to resist lapping her tongue all around, as well as pudding, jam, honey, and in the worst case, peanut butter!

Even now, her body was acting on its own, inching her forwards little by little to the incredible dish plated on her ass.

Every second that ticked by, it was like it was taunting her and beckoning her to devour it, just like her loyal younger sisters were doing.

"Mmmm, imagine how great it would feel on your tongue~" Dizzy suggested, licking her lips again, her eyes fixated on her idol, clearly struggling with the temptation.

"Maybe we should add some gravy?" Dee Dee thought out loud, earning a smirk from her twin, the pair of them grinning mischievously, as the two of them made their way back to the fridge.

The suggestion didn't go unnoticed by Dolly herself, and her eyes widened both with anticipation and concern about the idea of the challenge getting harder with the added meat sauce.

'Oh no...' She thought to herself, with what little willpower remained in her mind. 'Not g-gravy...'

The two girls rummaged around in the fridge for a few seconds, before returning, this time with a bottle in their paws, a big grin on their faces, and a worried expression on their leader's face.

She still couldn't get her eyes, her mind or even her stomach's mind off the beckoning, ass-mounted steak, but she knew what they were holding in front of her.

After a little snicker from the twin, as well as from Dylan, they carefully poured it down on the meat, drizzling the thick liquid on the succulent, delicious-looking hunk of meat.

The latter didn't much care about the mess it would make; he'd clean it up later.

But for Dolly, if there was any time to just give in, it was now.

Dolly felt her resolve breaking, the dalmatian's face looking more and more like she was in pain and distress of not getting to sink her teeth into the tender animal remains, and even her heart telling her to embrace her new true love; screw Hansel, this thing was what she wanted to spend every last possible second with.

Dawkins had said something to her, probably regarding the time remaining for the task, but she didn't even hear what exactly he said. All she could think about was the conflict between her body's craving and her dying willpower.

'Don't... Eat.... It...' The whispering sense of control left inside her pleaded, getting more and more faint with every word. 'Don... Ea.... I...'

The twins had already returned to their spots, sitting a few feet away from their big sister, watching her with intent and waiting for her to break.

By now, her butt and her mouth were almost kissing, and if she still had the ability to think clearly, it would've occurred to her how comparable this was to what she wanted Dylan to do, if she survived this and the next challenge.

'Just... A little... Closer.' The strengthening sense of her desire, hunger and even lust told her, making cracks in the remains of control she once had.

It was all over. Nothing could stop her or hold her back anymore.

Not even the last bits of her pride.

"Mmmmmmm." She moaned, the final strands of her willpower snapping, as her face got closer and closer to the ass-mounted, gravy-soaked, tender slab of meat, her eyes closing and her maw snapping into the irresistible cut of heaven.

Screw it. Dylan's chores couldn't be that bad, right?

'Oh my dog, it's even better than it looks!' Her mind screamed, throwing all concern and caution to the wind, sinking her teeth in and ripping a large chunk out, yet still being careful enough not to bite into her own butt.

She savoured the flavour, feeling her mouth salivate with happiness and joy.

"Mmmmm, tastes like perfection!" She announced, her words muffled by the food in her mouth, gulping down her first bite and preparing to go after the rest, before her eyes suddenly opened and her attention turned to the other dogs in the room with them.

Dawkins, Dizzy and Dee Dee's reactions were what she expected; the sly grins on their faces told her that she had given into the temptation they thought she would do, eventually.

It was Dylan's face that she was puzzled by.

After caving in like that and sloppily scarfing down the steak planted on her now-strained butt cheeks, she would've thought that he would've had the smuggest look on his ugly mug she'd ever witnessed.

Instead, he looked disgruntled, almost like he was annoyed.

That's when the realisation hit her... That, and when she had looked at the timer on Dawkins' device.

1:00 exactly.

"I... Did it?" She asked with her mouth full, trying to keep up a straight face, her siblings all raising their eyebrows, with the exception of Dylan, who kept his eyebrows narrowed.

"Indeed." The pup genius answered, turning his pad around. "Only just, though."

"Woo-hoo! Bow-wacka-wow!" The tomboy cheered, a look of triumph on her face, as she finished her mouthful and swallowed the rest of the steak, before turning her attention to her bro, her expression changing to a cocky smile. "Just keep on bringing it on!"

"Laugh while you can, Dolly." He suggested, keeping his glare on his dolled-up sis. "You haven't beaten this program yet, and when you fai-"

"Um, actually, Dylan..." Dawkins interrupted, getting in between them and showing the new screen of his device to the pair. "I'm afraid she HAS beaten this program."

This only made both dalmatians' eyebrows rise, the boy dally's face turning from annoyance to shock, and the girl's turn from cocky to pleasantly surprised.

"W- what!? Impossible!" He declared, his tone filled with disbelief as he took a look at the screen.

True to his words, all the boxes were ticked off, signifying that the challenge had been beaten.

"Oh, no, quite possible." The smart pup spoke up, making the pair's faces turn back to him, their eyes widening with despair/delight respectively. "And indeed accomplished. Dolly has succeeded in the challenges of the program; her posterior is deemed ready for the show, and she is the winner of your wager."

Dolly's eyes widened and a smile formed on her lips, her mouth agape.

She couldn't believe it; all those hours of pain, torture and humiliation were finally worth it.

"YES!" She exclaimed, pumping a fist in the air with her paw. "Bow-wacka-wow! Wahoo! Go me!"

Dylan couldn't believe it either, but he knew Dawkins wouldn't lie about this.

She'd actually done it. She'd won their bet; he had lost.

And she couldn't have looked any happier about it.

"Oh, I am soooo gonna enjoy having you "escort" me there~" She teased, bouncing off to the doorway to get ready.

"Ah, before you depart, there is one more thing." Dawkins explained, following her, both Dizzy and Dee Dee following suit.

Dylan, however, just sat still in despair, trying to comprehend the fact that he not only was prove wrong, having his pride and ego shattered like that, but also that he would have to honor his side of the wager he had made with his cheeky sis.

Dog Almighty above couldn't prepare him for THAT kind of humiliation.

***

"Now, for one to have a spectacular, if not perfect, backside is a necessary condition for the P.P.P. However, if one is to win such a contest, there must be more." The intelligent dalmatian informed, walking alongside his older sibling.

While she heard him loud and clear this time, Dolly couldn't care less what he was implying or suggesting. She had won the bet and she was gonna get back at Dylan later on. Nothing else really mattered to her right now, as long as she got that pleasure.

"Uh-huh!" She sang, a spring in her step as they walked to the hallway where the front door stood.

"Fortunately, we have a professional in the arts of decoration and design on paw." He continued, stopping along with Dolly when they stood before the next sibling of theirs in preparation for the upcoming show. "With the emphasis on "arts"."

Right in front of them was the most colorful dog of the bunch. None other than their very own street artist, Da Vinci.

Dog bless Da Vinci.

Most of the spots on her body weren't even black, like the rest of theirs, but rather splattered and sprayed so much that other colors of the rainbow had pretty much stained her fur permanently.

Not that she had an issue with that; art was her life, her namesake.

She just sat there pleasantly and patiently, four buckets of paint beside her, two on each side, and her front paws at the ready.

Dolly knew what the two of them had in mind before a single word was even exchanged.

"Hello, Dolly." She greeted sweetly in her quiet voice. "My, you look nice. Very chic."

"Aww, thanks~" Her older sibling playfully responded, before getting into position.

Without even having been asked, she had turned to face away from the aspiring artist, raising her rear and her tail to reveal her pampered butt to her.

"But I'm sure you could spice it up a little~" She carried on, wiggling her ass to the painter.

With the teasing request, Da Vinci changed her face to one of a snarky grin, getting a similar response from the older bitch, before the former knocked the lids off the cans and unveiled the multicolored, strong-smelling substances in each of them.

Hearing her dip her front paws into two of them told Dolly that she was ready to get to work, and not even 2 seconds after that, she could feel the cold paint being slapped on her ass cheeks.

"Ooh, that tickles~" She joked, a chuckle escaping her lips.

Da Vinci giggled as well, a wide smile on her lips, her paws dipping in the can of green paint, before continuing the task of smearing and decorating the already lovely butt to something worthy of a museum.

"Shhh! Canvases don't speak." She light-heartedly warned, adding the finishing touches.

"Oh, excuse me~." Dolly responded in a joking tone, letting her sister continue to paint her rump, which felt much better than all the other burdens her backside had been put through today.

The tomboy's smile didn't leave her lips the whole time her little sister was working on her butt.

It felt weird, at first, the coldness of the paint, and the fact that it was coming into contact with her backside, of all places. In any other context, this might be a little weird.

Moments went by, but Dolly didn't mind. Good work took time, after all.

After a while, Da Vinci finally pulled away, having finished the job, and taking a moment to admire her handiwork.

"All done." She declared, holding up one of the can's lids to use as a mirror, so as the older girl could get a good look at her butt.

From what she could make out, it was an incredible display. Very vibrant and colorful, yet brought out her natural black and white palette really well. The designs, whatever they were supposed to be, were amazing and definitely eye-catching. She was sure her ass was going to be the center of attention when the judging time arrived.

"Wow, Da Vinci! You really outdid yourself!" Dolly exclaimed, a smile of excitement and joy on her face, her tail wagging behind her.

"Well, I am an artist." She boastfully replied, before taking a closer look at her work. "Hmm, could use a finishing a touch..."

Dolly's eyebrow rose up, wondering what she could've meant.

"Really? Like wh-"

*SMACK*

Catching her off-guard, the artist pup spanked her sis on the right butt cheek, leaving her paw print on the place where she struck.

"A signature!"

Dolly didn't even realise the artist pup had painted her paw print on the side of her butt until she looked at it, a chuckle escaping her lips.

"Alright, I think that'll do me!" She exclaimed cheerfully, looking at her sis before pulling her in for a hug. "Thank, Vin'."

Da Vinci was taken aback by the embrace, her eyes widening and a blush forming on her cheeks.

"No problem, Dolly..." She nervously responded, returning the hug, the pair of them staying like that for a few moments, before breaking apart when the eldest brother entered the hallway and walked up to them with his head lowered.

"A-alright the show's g-gonna begin soon..." He sadly pointed out, trying not to look at Dolly's decorated ass. "Let's... Let's just get this over with."

Dolly let out a happy sigh, feeling excited and eager to show off her assets, and the consequences of anyone thinking they could win a bet with her, to everyone.

"Yeah, I think you're right, Dylan." She agreed, the smile never leaving her face, especially when she sauntered to the door, intentionally swaying her hips to display her butt. "Pucker up, bro~"

The boy dally's expression remained blank and his cheeks remained red, but his eyes shot a glare at her, the tomboy letting out a laugh at his reaction, and the embarrassment and humiliation he was already feeling.

Suddenly, his make-out with Roxy didn't seem so bad.

With every fibre of his being trembling with nerves, the boy dog lowered his head and pressed his lips out, pushing them both forward until the latter made contact with his sis's arse.

Thankfully, the paint was fast-drying, so he didn't need to worry about that. Though that wasn't really what his mind was on right now.

As he pecked her butt and his cheeks grew a brighter red, Dolly couldn't help but smile even wider, her tail wagging happily behind her.

"Ha ha ha ha ha, feels better than I thought!" She announced, opening the door and taking a single slow step foward. "Now, escort me, Dylan."

The boy couldn't even respond, his eyes narrowed and his mouth pressed to her ass, following behind his sis, who led the way with a huge grin and her ass raised up.

Little peck after little peck, all over both buttocks, Dylan felt his pride and self-respect shatter more and more with every little step they took.

"Hmm... You know what? I feel like taking the LONG way!" She declared, earning a glare from her stepbrother.

The rest of the family watched on as their eldest and her escort disappeared out of the house and out of view, the latter's lips glued to her rear end the whole time, earning a chorus of laughter and degrading comments aimed at him.

He wasn't sure how long the walk was going to be, since he couldn't see in front of him, but it already felt like forever, and his pride was already killing him.

If Dolly had anything else in mind for the walk to the contest, he was sure that he was gonna need a week's rest and a lifetime of therapy to get over this trauma.

He sure had learnt his lesson.