So here I was. On my sister's best friend's bed, getting her big mouth and rampant slobber lathered over my private area.

It was intense, I won't deny. This kind of... Activity, wasn't something I tended to think much about. After all, I believe it should come after marriage.

Or at least, I used to.

If I had known it felt this good, those morals might have been thrown out the window weeks, months, even years ago.

Heck, I might have even asked her out a lot sooner. It would've made both of us happy.

True, I had my heart set on Portia, that beautiful malevolent poodle, or even Summer, my one-time crush from our last holiday. But I was more than fine with making due with my new girlfriend.

She was sweet, she liked me for me, she shared my interests in space & Poodlewolf, and she lived right around the corner. Looking back, I feel ungrateful for not taking her sooner.

Now, you're probably wondering how and why we got together. So, let me explain.

It all started in our monthly tradition of family game night. And as usual, the self-proclaimed "champion" wad putting the rest of us through the ringer.

***

Most years prior, I opted to sit out of this one game, knowing the consequences of accepting whatever my stepsister's horrid idea was would be x10 humiliating as chickening out.

Despite all her flaws, there was no denying that Dolly was creative, when it came to the dare contest.

The rules were few and simple: no repeating dares, no hurting each other and nothing that could get any of them in trouble with Pearl.

Other than that, anyone who refuses the dare is out, and the darer gets to choose another victims for another dare. Last dalmatian standing wins.

Sure, I could beat her in a trivia quiz or a game of charades, especially when I was paired with Dawkins, which was most of the time, even if Dolly dubbed our team the "Nerd Herd", but this was one game where she was in her element. So, I usually chose to watch, even offer first aid if needed. Or in some cases, disinfectan.

However, this time, I was coaxed into joining. I don't remember how, but I just knew I would regret it.

"Alright, Dawkins..." My tomboyish sister spoke up, eyeing our genius brother with that familiar evil glare. "Think you're up to the challenge?"

Dawkins, who had been reading his new "Space Wars", glanced at her from behind his book, looking defiantly at her.

"Fire away, Dolly." He smugly retorted, sounding like he was ready to fi ally put her in her place. And I hoped that he would, especially before I was her target. "Though I doubt you'll succeed in ridiculing me. I've worked out a formula to outwit your shenanigans. No doubt the result of a lack of intellectual stimulation."

I smiled as I watched him. If he really could figure out a way to best my sister's wild stunts, then it would be an early Christmas miracle.

But Dolly didn't look deterred. That crooked eyebrow look on her face spoke volumes, and as we were about to see, it was for a good reason.

"I'll show you intellectual stimulation..." She spoke up, holding out her paw like she was expecting something. "I dare you to hand over that doll of yours~"

Suddenly, Dawkins face had dropped. That smug look changed to one of sheer terror, his ears falling and his eyes wide.

"P- P- Pr- Pr- Princess Positron!?" He stuttered, aghast at the mere idea.

"Yeah, the little alien toy girlfriend of yours?" She asked, her voice as sweet and innocent as sugar-coated poison. "I just wanna share something with her~"

Of course, we knew that whatever it was she felt like sharing, it wasn't something anyone would've wanted. Knowing Dolly, it was probably a loogie.

In all honesty, I hadn't expected Dawkins to go through with the dare.

The way he cradled that thing, talked to her like a real person, and even had a "science date" scheduled next weekend.

And with the way he looked so terrified, told me that Dolly had hit a nerve, and he regretted his choice.

But, to my amazement, he pulled her out (from nowhere), and after staring intensely at its eye for a moment, he actually forked it over to her.

I think I might have seen him tear up.

And after what what Dolly did next, he nearly did, while the rest of us gagged in disgust.

I was wrong, she wasn't planning to spit on his little stuffed proved possession.

Instead, holding the toy in one paw, she held up the other paw, sticking one of her toes out  and lodged it right into her nose.

We all cringed as she dug around for a minute, before pulling out a big slimy green boogie, and pointed it directly at the toy.

Dawkins looked horrified.

"Y- You wouldn't dare!" He choked, tears beginning to leak out of his eyes.

"Try me." Was her cold reply.

As we watched, we felt horrible for our brother. With how competitive our oldest sister was, her cruelty knew no bounds, and she would prove it if she had to. Or even if she felt like it.

"Chhhh, mission control, we have an unidentified green meteor heading our way!" She went on, mocking him even more at she brought her paws closer and closer together. "Mayday, mayday! Collision inbound! Repeat: Collision inbound!"

And just as we thought she was gonna do it, our young Issac Newton stepped in, or rather leaped in, snatching his beloved companion from the clutches of evil, and cradling her in the other end of the room

"Shhhh, it's okay, Princess..." He cooed softly to her, nuzzling her gently. "You're safe now..."

I felt my heart ache, watching my poor brother.

He really loved his toy, and was so happy when he got it, even when he was the butt of many jokes for acting like he did.

But more to the point, it gave Dolly gloating rights. That was another victim down.

And she immediately had her sights set on the next three.

She walked over to the trinity of divas we had living with us, and offered her paw up to them.

The paw that still had the disgusting green substance latched onto it.

"Hey, Destiny~" She cooed, holding it to her face, smiling as she backed away from it. "I date you to eat it~"

"Yuck!" She gagged, trying to get Dolly's nose present away from her. "That's totes gross!"

That was her out of the game, then.

"Dallas, I dare you to lick it~"

"Not a chance!" He shouted, pushing the paw away as well.

And there went her, too.

Dolly smirked, turning her attention to the last of the three. "Oh, Deja Vu~"

"I- I'm on a diet!" She sputtered, already looking like she was gonna throw up.

All three were out, and it looked like she was getting ready for her next round.

But I didn't like the way she was playing: Very dirty.

"Dolly, that's just uncalled for." I finally spoke up, not willing to take her grossness anymore. "You can't force anyone to eat your... Gunk."

"Doesn't say that in the rules, bro." She responded to me, although she seemed to agree to a certain extent, when she flicked her paw and sent the boogie flying, smacking the wall, and leaving a nasty trail as it slid down.

I shuddered, and felt my stomach churn.

"Still, you can't go around forcing us to do things we're uncomfortable doing-" I retorted, looking back at her, only to see she had chosen her next victim.

"How 'bout you, DJ?" She asked him, a sly smile on her muzzle.

DJ, who had just watching us all play, was suddenly alert, and he looked around nervously.

"M- Me? N- No thanks, Dolly." He replied, giving her a polite decline.

"Come on, dude!" She persisted, leaning in and nudging his shoulder. "I promise, it's not that bad. I just wanna go with your new trumpet thing."

Our very own maestro looked besides him at what she was referring to, understandably reluctant, but I could tell that he was also curious, and she had his curiosity.

He hesitated, but gave a nod.

"Fine, but just for 10 seconds." He told her, handing it over. "And it's a cornet, not a trumpet."

"Right, right, whatever." She chuckled, taking the instrument, and holding it up and clearing her throat. "Ladies and gents, I present to you, 'Smelly Symphony', in F tone."

We all wondered what she meant by that, DJ especially, before we saw her make her move, and looked in shock & disgust. Again, DJ especially.

Instead of holding it to her mouth and blaring into it in a horrible flurry of screechy noises, our sister got on her back, lifted her hind legs up and spread them, before lowering the instrument to her butt.

"D- Dolly?!" DJ gasped, horrified. "W- What are you-"

*PPPPPRRRRRRRAAAAAABBBBTTT~*

He didn't get a chance to finish, because, with her eyes closed, Dolly proceeded to play, her cheeks clenched as she blew into the tube, from her rear end, loud farting noises sounding as the gas escaped.

Everyone, including me, was beyond disgusted, and we were all quick to cover our ears.

Dj was mortified.

"Do- Do- Dolly!" He exclaimed, reaching out to stop her before the time limit was up.

*BBBLLLLLLLAAAAARRRRTTTTTT~*

The second fart didn't sound or smell any prettier, but at least the noise did end.

DJ had managed to grab the horn and yank it from her grasp, his face flushed.

"Wh- What did you do?!" He shrieked, looking down at the mouthpiece, before the smell made him recoil. "Urghhhh!"

"It's called a natural bodily function, bro." Dolly chuckled, standing back up triumphantly. "And by my count, that wasn't 10 seconds. So, you're out. Looks like I win again~

"That was gross, Dolly!" I exclaimed, having a hard time staying near her. "I can't believe you did that!"

"Hey, it's not like I broke the rules." She retorted, shrugging.

"It's not the rules that I'm concerned about." I stated, pointing to the instrument, which DJ was now trying to clean with an entire can of disinfectant spray. "You're lucky he didn't throw the thing away."

"Dude, chill out." She told me, sounding calm, but with a hint of annoyance in her voice. "I'm just having a good time. You could learn to lighten up."

I didn't bother saying anything else, as I was done with the argument.

Instead, I got up and went back to my tree house. I needed to clearl my head.

"No! Not my masterpiece!"

That was, until I heard another cry for help.

Stopping myself and rolling my eyes at whatever my undignified sis was up to now, I forced myself to turn back around and see what cruel plan she had up her collar now.

This time, it was our very own street artist, Da Vinci.

And just like the others, she had something unpleasant in mind for her.

First of all, I could see her butt again, which wasn't something I was keen on seeing again, and the fact that it was aimed right at her painting.

Second, the smell of paint. It made a nice change from the smell of farts, but from where it was coming from, it wasn't all that different.

Dolly had dipped her butt into the stuff, and was backing herself towards Da Vinci's latest work: the painting she had made for mum and dad yesterday.

"I think a touch of blue would go nicely here~" She stated, wiggling her furry behind as she backed closer and closer. "Don't ya think?"

"NO, DOLLY! DON'T!" The painter begged, grabbing her leg and trying to pull her away. "I- I worked too long on this! It'll be ruined!"

"You wussing out, too?" She askrd her, her rear end nearly touching the canvas. "It means I'm the winner~"

Da Vinci nodded her head, tears welling up.

"Yes, yes, I give in! Please, Dolly!" She cried, holding on tightly to her leg, hoping against hope that she would spare her.

Now, she had crossed the line.

Being gross was one thing, being a sore winner was another, but Da Vinci? Her schizophrenia made things difficult enough for her, and seeing her reduced to tears wasn't acceptable.

"Dolly, stop this now!" I ordered her, storming towards her and grabbing her by the leg, yanking her away from the painting.

"Whoa, Dylan, what's the big deal?" She asked, clearly caught off guard.

"The big deal is that you're a jerk, Dolly." I told her, letting go and turning her around. "You've gone too far! Look at what you've done to Da Vinci, she's a wreck."

My sister didn't look impressed.

"So what? It's a dare." She told me, shaking my paws off. "I can't help it if I'm the champ, and I can't be dethroned."

By this point, I knew words wouldn't be getting through to her. She wasn't taking me seriously at all.

There was only one one for it.

"Alright, "champ"." I continued, glaring at her. "Dare me. Right here, right now."

She smirked, looking at me up and down.

"Okay, bro. I dare you to kiss me."

"Fine, I'll- wait, what?!"

I looked at her in surprise.

Kiss her? Like, on the mouth?!

"You heard me, Dylan." She retorted, her smirk growing as she walked closer, and closer. "Pucker up, buttercup~"

Seeing her close her eyes and pucker her lips, mushing them together in anticipation, I gulped.

I did ask for it, but I didn't expect her to take it that far.

But I wasn't gonna back down now. She was betting on me not doing it, especially in front of all our siblings, so she could humiliate me as well.

So, I did what had to be done, and leaned in, closing my eyes and pressing my lips against hers.

The whole room was shocked gasps and a few"ewwww"s, but I didn't care.

As gross and wrong as this felt, I couldn't let Dolly get away with her behavior.

And speaking of, as soon as I pulled away she was staring at me with wide, grossed-out eyes, twitching and her ears drooping.

"Wh- What the dog, Dylan?!" She shouted, wiping her muzzle, and her paw on the floor. "I was just messing with ya! Yuck!"

I stared at her, and couldn't help but feel smug.

"Ha, looks like you're not the winner anymore, huh?" I told her, feeling proud of myself.

It felt so wrong and I knew I'd never hear the end of it, but the look on her face was priceless.

Besides, since I committed to the dare, that meant one thing.

"My turn~" I told her, smirking evilly.

She looked at me, looking even more shocked, and worried.

"H- Hold on, bro..." She retorted, stepping back.

My, how the tables had turned.

"What's the matter, sis?" I teased, following her. "Changed your mind already? Afraid of getting a taste of your own medicine?"

I wasn't really planning to do anything bad, but I couldn't let her off the hook so easily.

"N- No!" She sputtered, stopping and glaring at me. "I'm not afraid! I can handle anything you throw at me!"

"Oh yeah?" I asked, smirking. "Then I dare you to let me spank you, right here, in front of everyone~"

Her glare changed, and she looked even more weirded out than before.

"E- Excuse me?!"

"You heard me." I responded, not breaking my gaze. "Since you using your butt so much, why don't we let everyone see the show?"

The look on her face was amazing, and I was starting to enjoy this game a lot more.

"You're- You're sick!" She hissed, stepping back and turning her tail to me.

"Says the girl who farted on a trumpet." I countered, raising an eyebrow.

She was about to say something, but she stopped herself, looking annoyed and embarrassed.

"Ugh, fine, get it over with." She told me, sticking her butt up and lowering her front half.

I chuckled, feeling pretty smug.

"I think I'll enjoy this~" I said to her, before I stood up and rested one paw on the top of her rump, aiming the other one at her meaty buttocks.

She had this coming for a long time, and I finally got the chance to give it to her.

The rest of the room looked eager as well, as they waited.

"Ready, sis?" I asked her, rubbing the paw against her fur.

"Just do it, already." She huffed, her face bright red.

With that, I brought the paw back and swung forward, smacking it against her behind.

*SMACK*

Her butt jiggled from the strike, showing off the extra padding she had down there. But she didn't have much facial reaction.

"That all ya got?" She asked me defiantly.

*SMACK*

The second one came, and again, she was barely affected.

"Come on, dude. If you're gonna do it, at least make it hurt."

*SMACK*

A third hit landed on her rump, but again she didn'tlook bothered by it.

"I bet Dorothy could spank me harder than that."

*SMACK*

*SMACK*

*SMACK*

The next few came, but no matter how hard I tried, she was still unflinching.

I had no idea that my sister had such a high pain tolerance... Or maybe that was just how fat her butt was.

At one point, she even yawned.

"Wow, Dylan." She spoke up, sounding bored. "Ever heard of exercise? All that Poodlewoof is making you a wimp."

I growled, and swung even harder, trying desperately to hurt her.

*SMACK*

"Shut up, Dolly!" I snapped, my paw now stinging, probably more than her butt was.

By now, I knew this was a futile endeavour, so I decided to call it.

"Fine, your turn." I muttered, pulling back.

"Awwww, done already~?" She giggled, standing up and turning to me. "That's okay, bro. You can try again tomorrow. Maybe I'll actually feel something~"

I didn't respond, but I did blush a little, and was sure that everyone else could see it.

"Anyway, I dare you to play Sleeping Beauty."

That one puzzled me.

"Sleeping Beauty?"

"Yeah, like this." She elaborated, before pushing me on my back. "Just lie down, close your eyes and stay there for 10 seconds. Should be easy, even for you."

I knew there had to be more to it, but I decided to play along.

"Alright, fine. But 10 seconds only."

"Fine by me, dude."

After a nod, I took a breath, closed my eyes, and lied there, waiting.

The fear of the unknown was a bit nerve-wracking, and I wasn't sure if 10 seconds was too long or not.

But, it did come, and it didn't sound like anything bad was happening.

*PPPPPRRRRRAABBBBTTT*

"What the-" I gasped, opening my eyes to find Dolly sitting on me, her butt right over my face.

And even worse, the smell of a fresh fart was invading my nostrils.

"Urgghhh! Arrggghhh!" I groaned, trying not to inhale her stink, but I wasn't having much luck.

*PPPPRRRRRAAAARRRRTTTT*

She then farted a second time, and I could've sworn I saw the gas.

"Y- You're so gross, Dolly!" I shouted, feeling her butt cheeks press down onto my muzzle.

"So I've been told~" She replied, wiggling her rump against my face, and causing the gas to leak out into my nostrils.

When she finally got off and let me sit up, it wasn't a second too soon. The lingering smell was awful, and my muzzle was on fire.

Now I know how Poodlewolf felt when he got his muzzle within an inch of the lava from the Volcano Of Certain Doom.

No way I was letting her walk away with a victory after that.

"Ha, looks like I win again." She declared, giving her butt a few good pats. "Man, I love this thing~"

"Oh no you don't!" I heroically exclaimed, getting up and turning her around, although my eyes still stung from her last dare. "I'm not out yet!"

"Oh, yeah?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "Alright, fine. I'll let you suffer some more. Hit me, bro."

She'll regret that.

"Okay, Dolly..." I replied, smirking evilly, while still trying to get the stink out of my nose. "I..."

I thought hard. I was determined to get her back for all her gross dares, but what would be effective enough?

And then, it hit me.

Something that would not only kill her on the inside, but knock her down a few pegs as well.

"I dare you to ask... No, BEG Clarissa to let you join her tea party tomorrow."

The moment I said that, I wished in glee as her face dropped like a meteorite, and her body began trembling.

Two of her least favorite things in the world: our stuck-up corgi neighbour, and acting polite & high-class.

This would be the internal death of her, and it was the most perfect revenge.

"You... You're kidding, right?" She asked me, shaking in terror. "You can't be serious."

"Oh, but I am~" I told her, smiling widely. "And if you refuse, you forfeit. And you know what that means, don't you~"

Knowing that it would mean losing her crown as the queen of dares, my stepsister took a moment to consider which she could live without the most, between her pride or her title.

"Grrrr... Fine, I'll do it." She spoke up, forcing herself to accept, and stand tall as she gazed at me. "But, I got a dare for you, bro. And if you do it, we'll call it a draw. Sound good?"

I hesitated.

It wasn't because I didn't want to take her deal, as she was clearly in no position to refuse mine.

However, she seemed confident that her dare would make me back down.

Still, my siblings' honor and vengence was on the line, and I knew they were counting on me.

"Bring it on." I replied, looking her straight in the eye.

"Okay..." She grinned, and leaned in. "I dare you to take Roxy on a date~"

And suddenly, my face became the same as what hers was just a few seconds ago. Complete shock and destruction on the inside.

Roxy Rottweiler. Dolly's best friend, and our neighbour from a few houses away.

I liked her. A lot of dogs do. She's a really sweet pup. Gentle, caring, playful, and a great friend. Plus, she had the same interests as me, namely about space and Poodlewolf. And after I found out that she had a huge crush on me, which I kinda kicked myself for not picking up on earlier, I started to understand why she liked coming over so much.

But there were a few problems.

One, she was way too big and strong for my liking; her strength has given me a few aches every now and again, even if she didn't mean to.

Two, I didn't particularly enjoy being drenched in her slobber from her licks and kisses. I know we're dogs and all, but her mouth... It was like a fountain.

And three, I was already interested in someone else, Portia, and I didn't wanna be strayed from my own true love.

Still, if I backed down now, Dolly wins. And that's not something I'm gonna let happen. And I guess that Roxy at least deserves a chance.

Plus, maybe this was my chance to make Portia jealous, and prove that I'm no chicken.

"Alright, you're on." I spoke up, surprising everydog in the room with us.

Dolly included.

"W- What?!" She asked, sounding like I just threw her a curve ball.

"You heard me, Dolly." I told her, looking confident. "I'll go and ask her."

She glared for a moment, not expecting me to accept, but then it changed to a coy grin.

"Fine. But you gotta take Triple D with you." She continued, pointing to our younger sisters. "Just to make sure you do it~"

On cue, Destiny, Dallas & Deja Vu appeared right in front of me, all three of them looking smug and proud.

"Don't worry, Dylan~" Destiny cooed, giving me a gentle pat on the cheek.

"We'll be with you every step of the way~" Deja Vu purred, nuzzling my leg.

"And we mean EVERY step~" Dallas joined in, holding my other leg.

"O- Okay, fine." I replied, gulping a little. "But then, you gotta take Dawkins, DJ and Da Vinci with you."

As soon as I said that, the three of them appeared behind Dolly, all of them rising to 10 feet tall, a fiery hue behind them and their eyes glaring red.

Clearly, they were more than happy to oblige to be my eyes and ears. And to enjoy watching her humiliate herself.

"Deal." She spoke up, smirking confidently.

"Deal."

And with that, we shook paws.

The game was over, but the competition was not.

***

92 Dalmatian Street.

There I was, approaching the house with shaky nerves.

Each step I took closer to Roxy's home, the more I was regretting this decision.

Not only was the idea of asking her out making me nervous, but the fact that I was doing this for someone I didn't share the same feelings for felt wrong.

If Roxy found out that I was doing this just for a dare, she'd be heartbroken.

Then again, the alternative would mean Dolly won.

Granted, I'm sure she wouldn't be that much of a sore winner, but... Actually, who am I kidding? She'll never stop bragging about it.

Once I got to the stairs, the triplets hid behind the corner to them, as I began climbing them, reaching the front door in a few seconds.

With a deep breath, I held my shaky paw out and scratched the wood.

As I waited for a response, I could feel the butterflies flapping in my stomach.

I wasn't completely sure how she'd react, though there were a few dozen ideas going through my mind.

When I heard her paws getting closer, I felt my race race, and when the doggy door opened up, I saw her face.

"Dylan!" She called out, looking happy to see me.

Her lips stretched wide, her wet tongue hanging out. And even though I couldn't see it, I knew her little tail was wagging rapidly on the other side of the door.

With a gulp, I forced a smile on my face, trying not to look too nervous.

"H- Hey, Roxy..." I greeted her, giving her a friendly wave.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, her voice as soft as silk, and her eyes full of joy.

"Well, I- Um..." I answered, looking back for a second to my sisters, who stuck their heads out from the corner of the stairs, then pulling them away to try not to get spotted, as I looked back at the rottweiler. "I w- was wondering... If you'd like to... G- Go on- on a... Date with me...?"

She stared at me for a moment, before her face lit up, with stars sparkling in her eyes.

"OH MY DOG, YES! Yes, yes, YES!" She squealed, before she leapt on me and pinned me to the ground.

And before I knew it, her powerful wet muscle was slathering me from chin to eartips, leaving a trail of sticky drool behind, and I could feel the weight of her huge body squashing me into the ground.

"Oh, Dylan~! I've been waiting for this for so long~!" She announced, crushing me in a body-breaking hug.

"Urk- Urgh- Su- Sure- Arrgh!" I choked, struggling under her, before she finally showed me some mercy, and pulled away.

She looked at me, blushing and looking as giddy as could be.

"I'm so happy~!" She squeaked, nuzzling me on the ground.

Despite how uncomfortable I was, in more ways than one, it was clear that she was really looking forward to this, and it would be unfair of me to disappoint her.

I had to make this at least seem convincing.

"Y- Yeah..." I spoke up, daring to stand up again, before looking at her. "I- Is, uh... T- Tomorrow night okay?"

"Yes! Absolutely!" She responded, her smile growing wider.

"G- Great... I'll, uh... See you then."

With a nod, I walked back down the steps, and began heading towards home, as Roxy shut the door.

Before I left completely, I heard her let out a howl of excitement.

I sighed.

Tomorrow was gonna be interesting.

***

When "tomorrow" arrived, which was really today, my upcoming night with her was all that was in my head.

Not to say there wasn't anything ON my head.

As was typical, Triple D insisted that any of us look our best for big occasions like this one.

Destiny had been "working" on me all afternoon, trying to find the perfect outfit for my date. Everything from suits and ties, to casual clothes and even a tuxedo & cane.

And, of course, they didn't go without accessorising. Earrings, paw gloves, shoes, a fancy collar, etc.

After about an hour of trying them on and letting them take pictures of me, and having my fur done, I was finally allowed to choose something.

I just settled on a top hat and bow tie. I wasn't exactly a master of this whole dating thing, so didn't want to overdo it.

Once I was ready, I headed down the corridor to the house's front door, as I passed Dolly heading the other way.

Deja Vu had been working with her for her tea party with Clarissa, and she looked like she was dreading the little social gathering.

Truth be told, I was amazed she actually let Dolly join.

And to be honest, she didn't look all that bad.

Her fur was brushed, and she was wearing a light blue dress, along with a small bow on her middle collar, and her ears were decorated with some small flowers.

Deja Vu did a pretty good job with her like Destiny did with me. And Dallas... Actually, I didn't know where she was. But I'll find her later.

"Have fun, Dolly." I chuckled, before she glared at me, and I smirked back. "Hope you've been practising your curtsey~"

"Ha ha(!)" She sarcastically retorted, looking back at me as she passed. "Remember to finish the night with a kiss, bro~"

With a shudder, I watched her disappear around the corner, before continuing on my way.

Tonight was either gonna be the best or worst night of my life.

***

Here I was again, at Roxy's home.

It was just after 6pm, and the sun was going to be setting soon.

No sense in keeping her waiting any longer, or in delaying the inevitable.

With that same shaky paw, I scratched the door again, and once again, I could hear her footsteps as she came over.

It didn't take long before the door opened, and when it did, the sight I was greeted with was breathtaking.

She looked absolutely stunning; wearing a crimson red dress, that was pretty glamorous. The skirt was short and ruffled, and the top was sleeveless and tight-fitting.

On her neck, she wore a pearl necklace over her collar, that had a little red heart hanging from the end. Her ears also had a matching pair of star earrings.

Even her collar was different, being a brighter shade of pink that sparkled with little gemstones, and she had a little rose pinned to it.

Her tail had a big white ribbon tied around it, and the rest of her was perfectly groomed, from her head to her paws.

She was even wearing makeup, specifically her eyelashes had been done, her claws were painted pink, her lips were glossy & the same color, and I could even smell some perfume coming from her.

I didn't have much of a sense of fashion, but even I knew she had taken it to another level.

She looked beautiful, and the blush and smile on her face was clear she wanted me to think the same.

"Hi, Dylan~" She cooed, smiling widely at me.

For the first time in a while, I was at a loss for words.

I had never seen her so happy. Or so lovely.

"You- You look beautiful, Roxy..." Was the first thing out of my mouth, and it was the truth.

I wasn't just saying it. I actually meant that.

"Awww, cheers~" She responded, sounding flattered, before looking down at me. "You don't look so bad yourself~"

I wasn't sure what she meant by that, as I wasn't really dressed up, but I didn't have time to question it, before the source of her sudden beauty popped its head out from behind her.

Or rather, popped her head out.

"Ta-da~" Dallas announced, stepping out to reveal herself.

I should've guessed. But I wasn't disappointed.

Like I said, the triplets have a talent for this stuff, and it showed.

"Well, shall we go?" The rottweiler suddenly spoke up, before stepping out and nudging me with her head.

That snapped me back to reality, and I gave her a nod.

"O- Oh, right... S- Sure..."

With a nod of her own, she stepped out of her doogy door, before we began walking, with my sis going home behind us.

As we went on our way, I could't help glancing back at her every now and again.

She looked so lovely, and I could tell she was eager.

"So, Dylan..." She spoke up, a little bit later. "Where are we going?"

"Well, um..." I began, clearing my throat. "I- I just thought t- the park first, then, maybe, uh... You know, dinner?"

I must've sounded unprepared, and that she was the one taking the lead.

But the look she was giving me wasn't disappointment, but admiration.

"Awww, you're such a gent~" She swooned, giving me a big lick across the cheek.

As was typical, her slobber was plentiful, drenching my face in it.

Yet, this time was different from most other times she did it. Maybe it was because she was so dolled up, or maybe because this was a real date. But whatever it was... I didn't seem to mind.

I smiled at her, gently wiping her drool off my face, but on the inside, I was reflecting on what the reasons of it could be.

And the more I thought about it, I hoped it wasn't the former.

Was I really that shallow? Did I really only see her for how she looked? Am I really only thinking differently about her now because she looked so nice?

That wasn't a pleasant thought. I always thought of myself as a courteous, honest and respectful. Sure, I wasn't perfect, I knew that, but I wasn't anything like Clarissa or Constantine. Or even Dolly, for that matter.

Did I really care that much for looks only? Was I no better than-

"Is this it?" She asked me, snapping me out of my thoughts and bringing me back to the date.

"Huh, wha..." I asked, before I looked ahead and shook my head, trying to get back on track. "Oh, uh, y- yeah, here we are."

We had arrived at the park, and already I could feel myself sweating, as we approached the gates.

It wasn't anything too fancy, I knew that, but it was the best I could do for us on the night, and with the limited budget I had.

There was a little area set up for the two of us; a checked blanket laid out with a big plate of spaghetti & meatballs, freshly prepared for us and arriving just in time.

Apparently, this meal was a kind of tradition for us dogs when on dates, but I never really knew why. I could always ask mum about it later.

Either way, we sat ourselves down, and I could feel the nerves creeping back.

"I- I hope this is okay..." I muttered, not really sure what else to say.

"Oh Dylan, it's perfect~" She replied, gazing around. "And, just the two of us... I've never felt more special~"

She nuzzled my cheek, and the smell of her perfume invaded my nose, and it seemed to put me at ease, as the tension faded.

Before we knew it, we were dining on our tea for the evening, and I have to say, it was quite the treat. Sure, the dog food mum and dad got us regularly was good and all, but this was a different kind of taste.

Maybe it was because we didn't have it all the time, or because it was served for a special occasion, but it tasted pretty good. Although I didn't understand why we had to share the plate...

Until I found out.

By the time we reached the end of the feast, there was only one piece of spaghetti left, and unbeknownst to myself, both of us were chewing on it.

My eyes were averted, and I didn't know if hers were too, but either way, our lips ended up touching in the middle of it.

It wasn't the first time I felt her lips on me, but for the first time, it felt... Nice.

I looked up at her, and she looked back, and we were both blushing like crazy.

We sat there, staring into each other's eyes for a moment, before we slowly moved our muzzles away, and I could feel my heart pounding like a jackhammer.

I just kissed her... By accident... And liked it.

What the Dog was going on?

"That was... Nice..." She spoke up, smiling at me and trying to lighten the mood.

"Y- Yeah..." I replied, still feeling a little flustered.

This date was off to a strange start.

***

The rest of our evening went on, and we enjoyed ourselves with everything I had planned.

After dinner, we checked out other places of interest in Camden Town. We talked, joked, played, and laughed.

And as the sun went down, and the stars came out, we sat on top of the hill and looked up at them, talking about the amazing and wondrous galaxy above us.

I had to admit, whatever my plans would've been for tonight if I hadn't been made to do this, they probably wouldn't have lived up to how great this date was.

I really had to thank Dolly for this... But, what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

My attention was brought back when Roxy let out a loud yawn, turning to me as I turned to her.

"It's getting pretty late." She commented, stretching her limbs a bit. "Guess I better get home."

"Oh, um... Sure..." I responded, a little disappointed. "May I... Walk you home?"

"I'd like that~" She giggled, getting up and nudging me with her muzzle.

As I stood up, she held her paw out, and I gently took it, before we began heading down the hill.

Only a few minutes later, we arrived back at her place, with her owner presumably asleep by now.

"Well, here we are~" I told her, smiling as she pulled her paw away.

"Yeah, I guess so~" She replied, returning the smile, heading towards her doggy door, turning back to look at me with a flirty grin. "Wanna come in for a bit~?"

As she asked that, I felt my face heat up when she shook her backside at me, the bow around her tail bouncing playfully, and I gulped.

Her eyes were begging me to, and the last thing I wanted to do was leave her feeling upset.

"Okay..." I told her, before following her in.

The lights were off, and the room was quiet and dark, so we snuck to a more private room as silently as we could.

"You know, I had a great time, Dylan." She whispered, smiling as she gazed at me, when we got inside the next room.

"Heh, me too, Roxy." I chuckled, feeling a lot more comfortable.

Then, all of a sudden, she placed her paws on my shoulders and got me on my back.

"I'm just glad I finally have you all to myself~" She added, before she leaned down and pressed her lips against mine.

I froze, completely caught off guard by her sudden move.

At first, I didn't know how to react. I was a little freaked out, and unsure of what to do.

But after a moment, the feeling started to come, and I started to relax. In fact... I began returning the kiss.

It was weird, and a little immoral, but... It also felt kind of good.

My first kiss was taken by a girl who I wasn't expecting to give it to, yet here I was, enjoying every second of it.

And when we broke it off, things only got more intense from there.

***

So here we are now, back in the present.

I was still lying on my back, and my new girlfriend's huge, wild maw was around my personal bone, lathering, licking and sucking it like no tomorrow.

She was very into this, and didn't want to let go.

That made two of us; this felt incredible.

I couldn't believe that just a few hours ago, I was dreading the idea of a date with her. Now, not only did I have no regrets about it, but I was loving every second of this.

I felt something building up inside of me, and it was getting harder and harder to hold on.

"R... Roxy..." I whimpered, squirming and panting as the pressure grew.

She didn't seem to notice, continuing her assault on my member, not even slowing down.

Closer and closer, I was reaching the point of no return, and there was no way to delay it anymore.

"Ahhhhhh! Awhooooooo!"

Finally, my knot swelled up and the floodgates were opened, the dam bursting and releasing the torrent of doggy juices, filling the rottweiler's mouth with them.

She had no problem taking it all in, and continued suckling until I stopped squirting.

When I finished, she pulled away, swallowing the contents, before turning back to me.

"Heh, well, you sure have a lot in there~" She giggled, smiling at me, before she turned around and got in the backwards dog position. "Think you can give a lady some satisfaction?"

"I... I'll try..." I replied, getting up and shaking myself off, before moving over.

I was still a bit shaky from my climax, but seeing her in such a vulnerable and submissive state made me wanna try and return the favor. Besides, I wasn't too tired yet.

As soon as I could, I walked up to her, taking a moment to admire her cute rear, before I got up and mounted her, holding onto her sides.

I didn't have much experience doing this, but luckily, Roxy didn't seem to mind.

"That's it~" She cooed, pressing herself against me. "Just let instinct do the work~"

My body took over, and I could feel my length rubbing against her entrance, before it eventually found its target.

And with a push, I managed to slip inside, the feeling making us both moan.

"Ahhhh!"

"Mmmmmff~"

Once inside, my instincts kicked in, and I began thrusting, feeling the warmth and wetness of her lady parts around me.

"Oh yeah~! Ohhhh, Dylan, yes~!"

I wasn't sure how long I could last, I thought for sure that I was gonna finish a lot quicker than her. But I didn't wanna let her down.

I remember mum told me to wait until marriage before doing anything like this.

But the thing was, the more I was inside her, the less I cared about that rule.

In fact, the only thing that mattered was making her feel as good as I did, and nothing else. After all, she was my girlfriend now, and I was happy for that.

I was still pretty nervous about doing this, but the longer we continued, the more comfortable I was.

Once I found my rhythm, I could tell it was working, as she was starting to tighten, and her moans were getting louder and more frequent.

And as time went on, we both reached an amazing ending, for this already-amazing night.

"Ah, ahhhh, ahhhhhh, DYLAAAAAN!"

She reached her peak, her insides squeezing me, and I was only a few seconds behind her, reaching my second climax.

"R- Roxy! OHHHH!"

My seed filled her, and we both came down from our highs, panting and gasping.

"Dylan... That was amazing..." She moaned, turning to look at me.

"T- Thanks..." I panted, giving her a smile, before I slowly pulled out and stepped off, lying down.

Now, I was exhausted.

"Mmmm, I could get used to this~" She cooed, moving beside me and snuggling up, holding me tightly in her front legs. "I'm so lucky to have such a sweet guy for a boyfriend~"

It wasn't a crushing embrace like usual, and I was glad for that.

Still, I wasn't sure how to respond to her affection, but she didn't seem bothered; just happy that we were together.

And soon enough, the two of us drifted off, snuggled together and satisfied.

Overall, I'd say I was the real winner.