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very fun project, one that I have planned for quite some time. the character greyson on the cover comes later but I thought I'd post it as the cover anyway...hope you enjoy reading....might be finally getting the hang of writing first person after all. cheers!!! <3", "description_bbcode_parsed": "a very fun project, one that I have planned for quite some time. the character greyson on the cover comes later but I thought I'd post it as the cover anyway...hope you enjoy reading....might be finally getting the hang of writing first person after all. cheers!!! <3", "writing": "At times, as scrupulous as I've been with my life I'll always view it all with a sense of awe at how things have played themselves out in the course of events. In the beginning I saw my future as quite dismal, without purpose or much cause, without anyway to separate myself from those I loved.\n\nIt wasn't that I felt any disloyalty for my vast brood of siblings. On the contrary I found delight being surrounded and pushed along by the tide of spots. However I needn't have worried about matters, for they escalated far more earnestly then I could possibly have imagined.\n\nBorn with a keen sense of wanting to be independent and yet very much apart of my litter, I was taken by surprise when me and my original fourteen siblings were tucked in by Nanny and the next shoved into a bag together and carted off to an old rickety mansion out in the country. I can remember being afraid and apprehensive, more uncertain of myself and clingy then I normally felt. We'd been kidnapped by the late Ms. DeVill for a devious scheme to skin us and use our fur to make spotted coats. That human had been insane, driven by her adoration and self assurity for a deplorable fantasy.\n\nWith the help of dearly devoted friends and our love for each other we escaped and somehow managed to arrive safely back home to our parents' pets abode...not only safe but with more of us then the modest home allowed.\n\nThat little misadventure was my first claim to fame even though I had loathed every moment in fear for my life as well as those of my family.\n\nAfter that true to his word, Rodger my father Pongos' pet and Anita, my mothers' decided to move us all to a new, more spacious place where we could at the very least live out life comfortably, with less confined quarters and room to grow.\n\nDearly Farm, a subtle property out in the country, a few acres of land with various interesting smells, more freedom and other animals there that sometimes allowed us to play with them.\n\nFew things beat chasing chickens around and hearing them cluck and go bonkers with anxiety, completely brilliant!\n\nHowever not even our transition to our new home went without adventure, moving day I was left behind in an empty house...forgotten mid the sea of spots that my father tirelessly attempted to keep track of. I applaud him for not giving up and for keeping at it with that determined air that he always had about him when he was around us pups.\n\nLuckily I had as a pup watched the Thunderbolt series quite avidly every night that I possibly could manage on the telly. I knew every line by heart, every movement I could mimic from memory and every episode I had memorized from beginning to end. I'd idolized the ideal way that Thunder dispatched villains left and right with his suave personality always shining through, hoped that somehow someday I could be like him.\n\nHow did that help you may ask.\n\nIt just so happened that I met up with Thunderbolt and together we unraveled a plot to once again destroy our family. There were times where I doubted myself even more than I had previously that first time that danger had found my big family. When I learned that my hero was an actor and that he'd been lying to me to help keep himself in front of a camera I felt crushed. When we were madly dashing about and I had to scramble in my head to come up with a way to get my brothers and sisters out and into safety, I had known that it all depended on me.\n\nThunder had helped in the end and I was safe, we were all safe and lucky to be so.\n\nUnfortunately after that I was treated differently then before, noticed far more and admired.\n\nIn the beginning I loved and cherished every moment of the new found attention honed at me, basked in praise I felt pride at accomplishing something so big and out of the ordinary. With time however it got old as bullocks.\n\nSoon the brown-nose treatment my brothers dished my way began grating on my nerves as well as the hero worship and the constant congratulating winks and smiles from my parents. I had gone from 1 of a 101 to one of a kind overnight and contrary to what I had believed before all I wanted was to disappear back into that comfortable sea of spots, to be normal once again and fade back into the very depths of the crowd.\n\nAs my mother would tell me over and over again, \"Everyone always gets what they want darling, but it doesn't always mean that they like it.\"\n\nIn my personal case truer words had never been spoken.\n\nThe deep thoughts that plagued me each day gnawed at my belly like a hunger, a dread that pursued me and me alone, steering clear of everyone else. I felt completely and utterly alone where once I'd been apart of something, an outcast where perhaps I'd felt warmth. Even Pongo who I always had looked up to as a father, who I shared many similarities with...even he was nervous around me, uncomfortable like I was some dignitary or celebrity that demanded respect and undivided attention even if it meant putting up a facade. It hurt that it felt forced at best.....\n\nAbove all else it didn't help that I was growing out of puppy hood and into my physical prime. The changes made me awkward at best with my mind wandering to most sinfully shameful fantasies and images for no reason and without even the slightest provocation.\n\nOne night I can remember in particular where I had decided to be somewhat of a scamp. I had that day found some material reading of Rodgers and had found some of the content puzzling and arousing.\n\nIt had been a magazine about dogs with various pictures and human scrawlings no doubt talking about them and describing different breeds and the like.\n\nUp until that time I hadn't cared to look at much of what our pets read. I had been dashing about through the house full tilt, my tail wagging furiously behind me as I snagged the illusive red ball of yarn that had been evading me and escaping my paws time and again. It rolled along and I yipped more then happy to give chase.\n\nAccidentally batting it hard with one of my forepaws it rolled across the room. I would have none of that!\n\nLeaping after it I failed to realize how close it was to Rodgers' bedside table until it was too late.\n\nHead over paws I crashed into it with a whimper, flipping over myself with my back up against the small table, my hind legs up in air and my skull tingling with the beginnings of a head ache. With a slight whoosh something thin and light landed on my rear falling down my body before laying open along my jowls. Still dazed I flopped over trying to right myself and get to my trembling paws, shaking the fallen article from my face.\n\nThe room was spinning and I groaned, falling to my haunches and laying my head on my forepaws in an attempt to gain back my vision. Licking my chest as a self comfort I glanced down to see the black and white pictures before me laid out and opened up to around the middle page.\n\nThe paper was tough on my paws, feeling thick and smelling strongly of tea and ink with a hint of ambrosia. However it wasn't the smell of the magazine that captured my interest. Not at all...rather the two dogs in one of the pictures displayed.\n\nBoth were charming and impressive specimens of canine...one male and one female. They were shown here however in a peculiar way.\n\nHe was hunched over her pulling her body to him, trying it seemed to align his emerging privates with hers.\n\nThe lady for her part stood with her hind legs spread and receptive and her tail to one side, goading him on with a sly look on her face that caused me to blush under my fur. What they were attempting to accomplish in the picture escaped me, but the anticipation and hunger in it was quite obvious.\n\nVery soon I was drooling over the image for the first time noticing a stirring along my belly and a burning needy electric fire of sorts between my legs. My penis had hardened fast and was rubbing uncomfortably along the floor, caught under my body with the tip drooling much like I was...pulsing along with each beat of my galloping heart. I gulped audibly my young limbs shaking slightly from this glorious and most unexpected discovery before my eyes.\n\nMaybe there was something to it, there had to be an explanation for the pained pleasured expression on both of their faces. Maybe it had something to do with....\n\nBlushing my mind drifted to thoughts about my straining shaft along my belly. It did feel uncomfortable and yet it set chills of euphoria up my spine every time that it brushed along my smooth underside. I shivered giving a last intent look to that image feeling drawn to it.....\n\n\"Patch? Patch.....oh there you are!\"\n\nThe voice was undoubtedly my mothers' and with a sinking feeling growing in the pit of my stomach I knew by how close her voice was and by the sound of two sets of paws just outside in the hall that she was most likely accompanied by my father. I had no time to hide the evidence besides scrambling at the magazine until my paws finally managed to turn the page to something less visually.... damning.\n\nThankfully I had been wise enough to stay laying on my stomach so that my engorged throbbing bone wasn't visible although my scent would've been obvious to anyone looking for it. All I could do was hope that it would indeed be overlooked.\n\nDear old mum.\n\nUndoubtedly the most loving mother ever although somehow she always picked the worst times......\n\n\"Patch...what's wrong? You alright?\"\n\nI looked up to meet her eyes and those of my father. While she (thankfully) looked glad to have finally located me father seemed amused even though he hid it well. Beneath his dignified aura lay something I didn't at that time understand. Something sly, cunning, devilish, mischievous, naughty. Whatever it was I could tell by the way he looked at me that he knew all too well what I had been up too. My heart sunk even as I made a note to perk up my ears and act excited.\n\nPuppy dog eyes always worked.\n\n\"Nothing mum, just was playing and bumped into the table. Wasn't really watching where I was headed\" I said allowing a smile to grace my muzzle. \"Knocked this magazine down on accident but I'm alright.\"\n\n\"Thank goodness\" she growled coming closer and chuckling. \"No more nonsense tonight sweetie. There's some food waiting for you before bed downstairs, be sure to eat up.\"\n\n\"Yes mom...I will.\"\n\nGingerly she fussed over me a bit, leaning down to lick behind my ears.\n\n\"I swear, you never manage to keep clean behind your ears Patch\" mother huffed matter of factly. \"No matter.\"\n\n\"Mum! Come on! I do! You don't have to.........\n\n\"Yes I do\" she snapped although her voice was still warm.\n\nMy cheeks were red with heat as she stepped away and looked back slowly over her shoulder at me. That had been way too close!\n\n\"Come down soon and don't be up all night. We've got to be up bright and early tomorrow.\" \n\nAs if nothing out of the ordinary had happened she padded out of the room with a parting flick of her tail at Pongo before she was gone, her pawsteps light and receding away into the quite of the house.\n\nI held my breath, embarrassment coursing through me as I awaited for silence once again and what I was absolutely positive would be the tongue lashing of my life. Pongo still stood leaning in the doorway looking at me with an expression I had never seen before. His strong elegant muzzle was drawn upwards in amusement and his eyes sparkled with a crafty light that danced in the dimly lit room. There was no doubt that he knew what had happened which I wasn't sure was a good or bad thing. In truth I didn't know what to think of the situation.\n\nI felt odd and boiling, like I'd awakened a strange beast inside that wanted to get out, a creature that was hungry and begging to be sated. However on the other paw I felt strange, and weird, awkward and completely off as if my biggest secret was under intense scrutiny.\n\n\"Enjoy the magazine son?\"\n\nHis voice was thick and smooth and yet still held that genuine vibe of care and understanding that it always did.\n\nI couldn't look at him! I tried to look anywhere but at him as the moments dragged on uncomfortably.\n\nI wished that I had had the sense to play outside, to not find the magazine, to have been playing around with my siblings innocently.\n\nI hung my head.\n\n\"I don't know father....I'm not sure what happened\" I admitted with a soft whine. \"I didn't mean for anything to happen.\"\n\nWith a knowing smile he padded over and sat down in front of me laying his head on his paws. \"Son it's alright...it's normal to have feelings like your having now. It happens to all dogs. Your not much smaller then me now\" he chuckled admiration clear and bright in his eyes. \"I'm proud of the way you've turned out Patch. It's just I probably should've gotten around to telling you about this part of you. When you grow up things become a whole lot more....complicated...\"\n\n\"What do you mean\" I asked cocking my head to one side. \"Complicated how?\" Worried and confused my head drooped until my ears hung before my ears, one white and one black.\n\n\"Maybe I'll never be a good adult....\"\n\n\"Hey you'll be great Patch\" he said comfortingly giving me a nudge with his nose. \"I have no doubt that you'll be the best adult that I could've hoped you'd turn out to be son. I'm proud of you\" he added giving one of my ears a lick.\n\n\"Yeah I guess so....I just feel so strange dad\" I whined uncertainly.\n\n\"Well...what d'ya say we talk a little evening stroll before bedtime\" he chuckled wagging his tail. \"I've been meaning to talk to you anyway for a long time just the two of us...and this is practically a perfect time!\"\n\n\"I dunno I guess we could....but won't mother be.......\n\n\"Not to worry, she'll understand son. Come on!\"\n\nWith that he raced from the room his long paws spinning with all of the excitement of a puppy, me close on his heels.\n\nWhen we reached outside and the cool grass underpaw Pongo slowed to a steady trot his tail up purposefully and his mood shining through as clear and bright as the moonlight that bathed the farm in a soft bluish glow. It was calm and serene with wind blowing and filling my lungs with energy...the kind of night that was absolutely impossible to not feel alive on, enjoy each breath with rapture and relish everything about it.\n\nMy heart beat faster as we ran together side by side and for once I easily kept stride with him.\n\nI hadn't fully come to realize until that moment how grown up my body was although I still felt like a puppy. Nearly as tall as my sire and just as lean I physically exhibited all of the same qualities that he did save for his noble air and his natural ability at being a father. There wasn't a dog in all of the world who I respected or wanted to be more like and here and now he was with me one on one like he never had had the chance to be before.\n\nHe was headed towards the slight hill that lay a little away from the house and the barn, a quiet tranquil place where I assumed that he wanted to talk with me about something. As we neared it and began to crest it my mind turned to the one true damper on the occasion, my dangling bits flopping about between my hind legs, visible to anyone who looked. I whined audibly as he sat and turned to face me on his haunches that same sly smile playing across his lips.\n\nHe sighed in contentment and then started off our talk choosing his words with care as I sat down next to him trying desperately to hide my 'problem'.\n\n\"Son\" he said for the first time in his life sounding unsure and hesitant, \"I admit that there are many things that I've failed at in being your father....but I've always tried my best.\"\n\n\"I know you have\" I replied without a moments hesitation. \"You've been the best especially with how many of us there are!\" I chuckled.\n\nFor a moment we both shared a hearty laugh wagging our tails and grinning like two big silly pups sharing a crude joke.\n\n\"You do have a point I guess\" he growled flicking his ears and relaxing them down along his brow. \"However I have been quite derelict with one subject which you need to know about and I'm not quite sure how to go about...that is I want you to be prepared for the life that you'll have ahead of you.\"\n\nHe cleared his throat then his jowls dry and heat rising from the skin underneath his fur. I could sense that something was making him nervous and I had some idea what the cause was.\n\nWith a casual grin I placed a paw reassuringly on one of his.\n\n\"Dad, if this is about mating then it's okay...I'm aware of what it means.\"\n\nAs soon I said it I immediately saw relief shining in his eyes and a touch of guilt washed over me.\n\n\"I'm sorry Pongo...it's just that I'm a little afraid of it. It seems to feel good but I don't know how it feels when it's done.\"\n\n\"Patch...it's completely normal to feel this way. Most dogs do at some time or another but when it happens it's a great thing that you'll share with that special someone\" he growled low his voice serious and gentle. \"It's one of the best feelings in the world son.\"\n\nI gulped making my decision and plunging into what I was almost sure would get me into deep trouble.\n\n\"Is it possible to feel that one your own though.....dad\" I whispered holding onto my breath, apprehension making me breathe faster and faster.\n\n\"What?\"\n\nHis dark brown eyes met mine inquisitively and I fought hard to keep his gaze held.\n\n\"I've....seen you before dad and you were pleasuring yourself\" I blurted out.\n\n\"It looked like you were in pain and I wanted to help you\" I whimpered looking at my paws. \"Your face was screwed up and I wanted more then anything to help you dad, I thought of getting mother to help you but I didn't because you smelled like you were enjoying yourself.\"\n\nI gulped.\n\n\"I've never been so confused in my life....if mating is that painful then I......don't....I'm not sure.....\"\n\nHelplessly I trailed off wanting more then anything to dig a hole and hide myself deep inside, buried away from the accusations that I waited for. But they never did.\n\nSilence dragged on until I slowly looked up into his face my curiosity peeked at how he would react.\n\nHe was thinking and thinking hard at that. I could see that the wheels in his mind were turning over and over again, debating something....my punishment, what he should say.....many things.\n\nFinally he broke the silence.\n\n\"Patch...that was very sweet of you to worry but I was alright\" he said. \"If I....if I were to show you what I was doing....well first off, do you trust me?\"\n\nHis voice quavered when he said trust but I could read the sincerity in his handsome face.\n\n\"I'd trust you with anything dad\" I replied hardly daring to believe that he hadn't told me off for what I had just confessed.\n\n\"I'm glad that you would. Would you allow me to show you what it felt like\" Pongo said allowing his eyes to wander along my body. \"I could if you'd like.\"\n\n\"But what would I have to do\" I queried attempting to grasp the thought of being in such pain. I was afraid but I did trust him enough to give it a try.\n\n\"Oh....um...of course\" I said blushing again for the umpteenth time that night.\n\n\"Alright son, maybe if you were to lay on your back and spread you hind legs\" he suggested, \"t'would probably be the most convient way to go about it.\"\n\n\"Okay...\"\n\nUncertainly I rolled over exposing myself to him, the cool night air tickling the soft pinkish skin along my belly and caused me to shiver a bit. My erection had gone down about halfway but still peeked out from the tight sheath that encased it. At the tip a single drop of fluid leaked out and down the front of my shaft in a stream of clear liquid.\n\nUnlike so many times before I spread my legs apart to leave nothing to privacy, my balls hanging down just out of my vision and obscured by the curve of my legs. Pongo was sitting now between my legs his paws wrapped lazily over my waist and down my sides. Shifting his weight up he half sat, half leaned forward examining me with his eyes focused and intent. He was close enough where I could feel his breath stir and run along my sensitive skin.\n\nEver so gently he placed a paw along the lower section of my cock and a gasp escaped me. It felt so good, so powerful and surprisingly it felt....indescribable. Sliding his paw down more and using his toe digits he slowly pulled down my sheath at an angle until more and more of the throbbing flesh stood uncovered and bare for him to see.\n\n\"Good boy\" he whispered, his voice husky.\n\nI nodded at him although I wasn't sure what to think of the feelings coursing through me. However my mind snapped to pure panic when I noticed a slight bulge at the base of my penis, steadily growing bigger and bigger with each moment until it was about the size of one of the tennis balls that our pet Rodger threw around sometimes when he try to compose new work.\n\nI whimpered.\n\n\"Dad.....what's that!?\"\n\nHearing the distress of my voice his gaze followed mine down to that bulge and a smile bigger then any before now spread until he was absolutely beaming with pride.\n\n\"I say...well I must say your nice and big...bigger then I was! Not to worry Patch, this is normal for a dog. It's called a knot and when you mate a female, it will tie her to you so that none of your seed leaks out. It also is a pleasure center that feels really great\" he chuckled giving me a sexy wink.\n\nI smiled to try to show him that I understood when sudden I was hit and overwhelmed by a mind numbing wave of bliss. Throwing my head back to howl I felt him rubbing both of his hug paws along either side of my 'knot', kneading and squeezing that bulb and sending me into heaven again and again. I gasped as my haunches took on a mind of their own and started thrusting up towards him, my hips bouncing slightly.\n\nIt only added more to the feeling when he leaned down and gave my throbbing tip a lick.\n\n\"Ohhhhhhhhh dad!\"\n\nI could barely talk. I panted, my tongue lolling out one side of my mouth and my tongue drooling saliva as it lay on the ground moving with the rising and falling of my stomach.\n\n\"Arrrroooww arroow arrooww arrrooowww oohhhhh!\"\n\nOne of my hind legs started twitching and I closed my eyes losing myself to the rush he was giving me.\n\nA throaty laugh escaped him as he tilted his head and looked down at me, studying my face before licking his lips.\n\n\"You have such a cute expression on you face son. But if you have like what I've done so far...your going to absolutely enjoy this! If you feel something strong...just let it come and hang on\" he yipped enthusiastically.\n\nThen taking a short sniff at my skin he opened his mouth, slipping it down on my cock and closing his muzzle on me.\n\nMy eyes flew open and I moaned loud and long. I no longer felt the cold, only heat and the wet warmth enveloping my most intimate bit of anatomy. I throbbed more as he pushed down further until the front of his mouth brushed against my knot and I shot more of that clear fluid. Feeling it leave me was like being struck by lightening...the feeling numbed me, empowered me and brought me down to my most vulnerable state. I became helpless under his tongue, under that heat and because of the sparks of fiery pleasure that spiked and caused my whole body to shake and rock on the ground in a wild rhythm with no order, only a primal chaos driven by my need for him to continue.\n\nIf this was the pain that I had interpreted him having given himself before then I never should have felt bad for him! It was a splendid feeling the likes of which I could never have imagined before without having it happen.\n\nI had lost track of how long he'd been suckling me, but soon he was jerking his head up and down, bobbing on my cock faster and faster until I felt it would drive me completely bonkers! More drool left my muzzle as I tried to breath and something began to build at my core. \n\"Dad! Ohhhhhhh! Nnggghh! Dad!?\"\n\nIt was building way too fast, and I felt like my mind was in an absolutely inescapable haze. He continued for his part, his handsome eyes twinkling with a mischievous light that was unfamiliar to me.\n\nI ached to be released and I felt the pleasure become almost unbearable to the point where it was debilitating. My world was quaking and I couldn't control anything, only lay there and moan while my father sucked and licked me even faster squeezing my knot hard between his pads and along the skin just behind it.\n\nFinally it proved to be too much.\n\nWith a whimpering howl my body arched forward of it's own accord and I whined as my balls pulled tightly to my body for the first time and my cock felt like it was erupting.\n\nThe moment I started Pongo drew off of me still stroking my knot between his paws as thick white ropes of my semen shot upward to land on my nose, my muzzle, down my chest and long my belly.\n\nIt lasted a couple of minutes with me not able to lift my head, riding out my first glorious orgasm and moaning. Never once did he stop squeezing me, not until the throbs that racked me started to ebb away and I was left a messy heap.\n\nTrying to catch my breath I looked up into his face just in time to see him swiping his long tongue along one of his paws, sampling some of my seed. He savored it for a few moments giving off a deep giggle that made me feel both honored and very naughty.\n\n\" Wonderful flavor Patch\" he exclaimed wagging his tail and stretching his neck. \"Quite the load that you had as well.\"\n\n\"Really dad?\"\n\nI was exhausted but felt very very happy and sated from my previous uncomfortable feelings.\n\n\"Really son...your not a puppy anymore but you can always come to me for anything anytime that you have questions about.\"\n\n\"I....heh....I will\" I said grinning slyly at him as I got to my shaky legs. \"Perhaps we could try this again sometime\" I added hopefully casting him a pleading look.\n\n\"Perhaps we will\" he chuckled. \"I definitely wouldn't mind doing this again...provided that your mother and your siblings never find out.\"\n\n\"Oh they won't\" I growled started to pad off.\n\n\"Hey Patch\" he called.\n\nI doubled over on myself and headed back up the hill to him.\n\n\"Yes dad?\"\n\n\"Why don't we spend the night out here\" he said laying down on his side. \"It's cool and clear and nice out. Not to mention there aren't many nights like tonight.\"\n\nNodding in agreement I circled round a few times before flopping down beside him snuggling into his back.\n\n\"No there aren't\" I agreed my eyelids gratefully closing.\n\n\"Next time dad, could I maybe do for you what you did for me\" I asked as sleep started pulling at me.\n\nI could hear him turn over his breath blowing steadily on my face as he placed a paw on my side.\n\n\"Only if your comfortable with it son\" he whispered. \"You've got a lot ahead of you but I hope that you'll remember always that me and your mother love you and your sisters and brothers.\"\n\n\"Thanks dad...I love you too\" I murmured.\n\nFalling asleep was easy to do, but it would be hard to forget that night with him, my first experience in light of what happened next and just how far I went from how things were. My life was about to change drastically for better or for worse. Yet as I look back I wouldn't have had it any other way although I miss the old times....and family that I've left behind........\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "At times, as scrupulous as I've been with my life I'll always view it all with a sense of awe at how things have played themselves out in the course of events. In the beginning I saw my future as quite dismal, without purpose or much cause, without anyway to separate myself from those I loved.

It wasn't that I felt any disloyalty for my vast brood of siblings. On the contrary I found delight being surrounded and pushed along by the tide of spots. However I needn't have worried about matters, for they escalated far more earnestly then I could possibly have imagined.

Born with a keen sense of wanting to be independent and yet very much apart of my litter, I was taken by surprise when me and my original fourteen siblings were tucked in by Nanny and the next shoved into a bag together and carted off to an old rickety mansion out in the country. I can remember being afraid and apprehensive, more uncertain of myself and clingy then I normally felt. We'd been kidnapped by the late Ms. DeVill for a devious scheme to skin us and use our fur to make spotted coats. That human had been insane, driven by her adoration and self assurity for a deplorable fantasy.

With the help of dearly devoted friends and our love for each other we escaped and somehow managed to arrive safely back home to our parents' pets abode...not only safe but with more of us then the modest home allowed.

That little misadventure was my first claim to fame even though I had loathed every moment in fear for my life as well as those of my family.

After that true to his word, Rodger my father Pongos' pet and Anita, my mothers' decided to move us all to a new, more spacious place where we could at the very least live out life comfortably, with less confined quarters and room to grow.

Dearly Farm, a subtle property out in the country, a few acres of land with various interesting smells, more freedom and other animals there that sometimes allowed us to play with them.

Few things beat chasing chickens around and hearing them cluck and go bonkers with anxiety, completely brilliant!

However not even our transition to our new home went without adventure, moving day I was left behind in an empty house...forgotten mid the sea of spots that my father tirelessly attempted to keep track of. I applaud him for not giving up and for keeping at it with that determined air that he always had about him when he was around us pups.

Luckily I had as a pup watched the Thunderbolt series quite avidly every night that I possibly could manage on the telly. I knew every line by heart, every movement I could mimic from memory and every episode I had memorized from beginning to end. I'd idolized the ideal way that Thunder dispatched villains left and right with his suave personality always shining through, hoped that somehow someday I could be like him.

How did that help you may ask.

It just so happened that I met up with Thunderbolt and together we unraveled a plot to once again destroy our family. There were times where I doubted myself even more than I had previously that first time that danger had found my big family. When I learned that my hero was an actor and that he'd been lying to me to help keep himself in front of a camera I felt crushed. When we were madly dashing about and I had to scramble in my head to come up with a way to get my brothers and sisters out and into safety, I had known that it all depended on me.

Thunder had helped in the end and I was safe, we were all safe and lucky to be so.

Unfortunately after that I was treated differently then before, noticed far more and admired.

In the beginning I loved and cherished every moment of the new found attention honed at me, basked in praise I felt pride at accomplishing something so big and out of the ordinary. With time however it got old as bullocks.

Soon the brown-nose treatment my brothers dished my way began grating on my nerves as well as the hero worship and the constant congratulating winks and smiles from my parents. I had gone from 1 of a 101 to one of a kind overnight and contrary to what I had believed before all I wanted was to disappear back into that comfortable sea of spots, to be normal once again and fade back into the very depths of the crowd.

As my mother would tell me over and over again, "Everyone always gets what they want darling, but it doesn't always mean that they like it."

In my personal case truer words had never been spoken.

The deep thoughts that plagued me each day gnawed at my belly like a hunger, a dread that pursued me and me alone, steering clear of everyone else. I felt completely and utterly alone where once I'd been apart of something, an outcast where perhaps I'd felt warmth. Even Pongo who I always had looked up to as a father, who I shared many similarities with...even he was nervous around me, uncomfortable like I was some dignitary or celebrity that demanded respect and undivided attention even if it meant putting up a facade. It hurt that it felt forced at best.....

Above all else it didn't help that I was growing out of puppy hood and into my physical prime. The changes made me awkward at best with my mind wandering to most sinfully shameful fantasies and images for no reason and without even the slightest provocation.

One night I can remember in particular where I had decided to be somewhat of a scamp. I had that day found some material reading of Rodgers and had found some of the content puzzling and arousing.

It had been a magazine about dogs with various pictures and human scrawlings no doubt talking about them and describing different breeds and the like.

Up until that time I hadn't cared to look at much of what our pets read. I had been dashing about through the house full tilt, my tail wagging furiously behind me as I snagged the illusive red ball of yarn that had been evading me and escaping my paws time and again. It rolled along and I yipped more then happy to give chase.

Accidentally batting it hard with one of my forepaws it rolled across the room. I would have none of that!

Leaping after it I failed to realize how close it was to Rodgers' bedside table until it was too late.

Head over paws I crashed into it with a whimper, flipping over myself with my back up against the small table, my hind legs up in air and my skull tingling with the beginnings of a head ache. With a slight whoosh something thin and light landed on my rear falling down my body before laying open along my jowls. Still dazed I flopped over trying to right myself and get to my trembling  paws, shaking the fallen article from my face.

The room was spinning and I groaned, falling to my haunches and laying my head on my forepaws in an attempt to gain back my vision. Licking my chest as a self comfort I glanced down to see the black and white pictures before me laid out and opened up to around the middle page.

The paper was tough on my paws, feeling thick and smelling strongly of tea and ink with a hint of ambrosia. However it wasn't the smell of the magazine that captured my interest. Not at all...rather the two dogs in one of the pictures displayed.

Both were charming and impressive specimens of canine...one male and one female. They were shown here however in a peculiar way.

He was hunched over her pulling her body to him, trying it seemed to align his emerging privates with hers.

The lady for her part stood with her hind legs spread and receptive and her tail to one side, goading him on with a sly look on her face that caused me to blush under my fur. What they were attempting to accomplish in the picture escaped me, but the anticipation and hunger in it was quite obvious.

Very soon I was drooling over the image for the first time noticing a stirring along my belly and a burning needy electric fire of sorts between my legs. My penis had hardened fast and was rubbing uncomfortably along the floor, caught under my body with the tip drooling much like I was...pulsing along with each beat of my galloping heart. I gulped audibly my young limbs shaking slightly from this glorious and most unexpected discovery before my eyes.

Maybe there was something to it, there had to be an explanation for the pained pleasured expression on both of their faces. Maybe it had something to do with....

Blushing my mind drifted to thoughts about my straining shaft along my belly. It did feel uncomfortable and yet it set chills of euphoria up my spine every time that it brushed along my smooth underside. I shivered giving a last intent look to that image feeling drawn to it.....

"Patch? Patch.....oh there you are!"

The voice was undoubtedly my mothers' and with a sinking feeling growing in the pit of my stomach I knew by how close her voice was and by the sound of two sets of paws just outside in the hall that she was most likely accompanied by my father. I had no time to hide the evidence besides scrambling at the magazine until my paws finally managed to turn the page to something less visually.... damning.

Thankfully I had been wise enough to stay laying on my stomach so that my engorged throbbing bone wasn't visible although my scent would've been obvious to anyone looking for it. All I could do was hope that it would indeed be overlooked.

Dear old mum.

Undoubtedly the most loving mother ever although somehow she always picked the worst times......

"Patch...what's wrong? You alright?"

I looked up to meet her eyes and those of my father. While she (thankfully) looked glad to have finally located me father seemed amused even though he hid it well. Beneath his dignified aura lay something I didn't at that time understand. Something sly, cunning, devilish, mischievous, naughty. Whatever it was I could tell by the way he looked at me that he knew all too well what I had been up too. My heart sunk even as I made a note to perk up my ears and act excited.

Puppy dog eyes always worked.

"Nothing mum, just was playing and bumped into the table. Wasn't really watching where I was headed" I said allowing a smile to grace my muzzle. "Knocked this magazine down on accident but I'm alright."

"Thank goodness" she growled coming closer and chuckling. "No more nonsense tonight sweetie. There's some food waiting for you before bed downstairs, be sure to eat up."

"Yes mom...I will."

Gingerly she fussed over me a bit, leaning down to lick behind my ears.

"I swear, you never manage to keep clean behind your ears Patch" mother huffed matter of factly. "No matter."

"Mum! Come on! I do! You don't have to.........

"Yes I do" she snapped although her voice was still warm.

My cheeks were red with heat as she stepped away and looked back slowly over her shoulder at me. That had been way too close!

"Come down soon and don't be up all night. We've got to be up bright and early tomorrow."

As if nothing out of the ordinary had happened she padded out of the room with a parting flick of her tail at Pongo before she was gone, her pawsteps light and receding away into the quite of the house.

I held my breath, embarrassment coursing through me as I awaited for silence once again and what I was absolutely positive would be the tongue lashing of my life. Pongo still stood leaning in the doorway looking at me with an expression I had never seen before. His strong elegant muzzle was drawn upwards in amusement and his eyes sparkled with a crafty light that danced in the dimly lit room. There was no doubt that he knew what had happened which I wasn't sure was a good or bad thing. In truth I didn't know what to think of the situation.

I felt odd and boiling, like I'd awakened a strange beast inside that wanted to get out, a creature that was hungry and begging to be sated. However on the other paw I felt strange, and weird, awkward and completely off as if my biggest secret was under intense scrutiny.

"Enjoy the magazine son?"

His voice was thick and smooth and yet still held that genuine vibe of care and understanding that it always did.

I couldn't look at him! I tried to look anywhere but at him as the moments dragged on uncomfortably.

I wished that I had had the sense to play outside, to not find the magazine, to have been playing around with my siblings innocently.

I hung my head.

"I don't know father....I'm not sure what happened" I admitted with a soft whine. "I didn't mean for anything to happen."

With a knowing smile he padded over and sat down in front of me laying his head on his paws. "Son it's alright...it's normal to have feelings like your having now. It happens to all dogs. Your not much smaller then me now" he chuckled admiration clear and bright in his eyes. "I'm proud of the way you've turned out Patch. It's just I probably should've gotten around to telling you about this part of you. When you grow up things become a whole lot more....complicated..."

"What do you mean" I asked cocking my head to one side. "Complicated how?" Worried and confused my head drooped until my ears hung before my ears, one white and one black.

"Maybe I'll never be a good adult...."

"Hey you'll be great Patch" he said comfortingly giving me a nudge with his nose. "I have no doubt that you'll be the best adult that I could've hoped you'd turn out to be son. I'm proud of you" he added giving one of my ears a lick.

"Yeah I guess so....I just feel so strange dad" I whined uncertainly.

"Well...what d'ya say we talk a little evening stroll before bedtime" he chuckled wagging his tail. "I've been meaning to talk to you anyway for a long time just the two of us...and this is practically a perfect time!"

"I dunno I guess we could....but won't mother be.......

"Not to worry, she'll understand son. Come on!"

With that he raced from the room his long paws spinning with all of the excitement of a puppy, me close on his heels.

When we reached outside and the cool grass underpaw Pongo slowed to a steady trot his tail up purposefully and his mood shining through as clear and bright as the moonlight that bathed the farm in a soft bluish glow. It was calm and serene with wind blowing and filling my lungs with energy...the kind of night that was absolutely impossible to not feel alive on, enjoy each breath with rapture and relish everything about it.

My heart beat faster as we ran together side by side and for once I easily kept stride with him.

I hadn't fully come to realize until that moment how grown up my body was although I still felt like a puppy. Nearly as tall as my sire and just as lean I physically exhibited all of the same qualities that he did save for his noble air and his natural ability at being a father. There wasn't a dog in all of the world who I respected or wanted to be more like and here and now he was with me one on one like he never had had the chance to be before.

He was headed towards the slight hill that lay a little away from the house and the barn, a quiet tranquil place where I assumed that he wanted to talk with me about something. As we neared it and began to crest it my mind turned to the one true damper on the occasion, my dangling bits flopping about between my hind legs, visible to anyone who looked. I whined audibly as he sat and turned to face me on his haunches that same sly smile playing across his lips.

He sighed in contentment and then started off our talk choosing his words with care as I sat down next to him trying desperately to hide my 'problem'.

"Son" he said for the first time in his life sounding unsure and hesitant, "I admit that there are many things that I've failed at in being your father....but I've always tried my best."

"I know you have" I replied without a moments hesitation. "You've been the best especially with how many of us there are!" I chuckled.

For a moment we both shared a hearty laugh wagging our tails and grinning like two big silly pups sharing a crude joke.

"You do have a point I guess" he growled flicking his ears and relaxing them down along his brow. "However I have been quite derelict with one subject which you need to know about and I'm not quite sure how to go about...that is I want you to be prepared for the life that you'll have ahead of you."

He cleared his throat then his jowls dry and heat rising from the skin underneath his fur. I could sense that something was making him nervous and I had some idea what the cause was.

With a casual grin I placed a paw reassuringly on one of his.

"Dad, if this is about mating then it's okay...I'm aware of what it means."

As soon I said it I immediately saw relief shining in his eyes and a touch of guilt washed over me.

"I'm sorry Pongo...it's just that I'm a little afraid of it. It seems to feel good but I don't know how it feels when it's done."

"Patch...it's completely normal to feel this way. Most dogs do at some time or another but when it happens it's a great thing that you'll share with that special someone" he growled low his voice serious and gentle. "It's one of the best feelings in the world son."

I gulped making my decision and plunging into what I was almost sure would get me into deep trouble.

"Is it possible to feel that one your own though.....dad" I whispered holding onto my breath, apprehension making me breathe faster and faster.

"What?"

His dark brown eyes met mine inquisitively and I fought hard to keep his gaze held.

"I've....seen you before dad and you were pleasuring yourself" I blurted out.

"It looked like you were in pain and I wanted to help you" I whimpered looking at my paws. "Your face was screwed up and I wanted more then anything to help you dad, I thought of getting mother to help you but I didn't because you smelled like you were enjoying yourself."

I gulped.

"I've never been so confused in my life....if mating is that painful then I......don't....I'm not sure....."

Helplessly I trailed off wanting more then anything to dig a hole and hide myself deep inside, buried away from the accusations that I waited for. But they never did.

Silence dragged on until I slowly looked up into his face my curiosity peeked at how he would react.

He was thinking and thinking hard at that. I could see that the wheels in his mind were turning over and over again, debating something....my punishment, what he should say.....many things.

Finally he broke the silence.

"Patch...that was very sweet of you to worry but I was alright" he said. "If I....if I were to show you what I was doing....well first off, do you trust me?"

His voice quavered when he said trust but I could read the sincerity in his handsome face.

"I'd trust you with anything dad" I replied hardly daring to believe that he hadn't told me off for what I had just confessed.

"I'm glad that you would. Would you allow me to show you what it felt like" Pongo said allowing his eyes to wander along my body. "I could if you'd like."

"But what would I have to do" I queried attempting to grasp the thought of being in such pain. I was afraid but I did trust him enough to give it a try.

"Oh....um...of course" I said blushing again for the umpteenth time that night.

"Alright son, maybe if you were to lay on your back and spread you hind legs" he suggested, "t'would probably be the most convient way to go about it."

"Okay..."

Uncertainly I rolled over exposing myself to him, the cool night air tickling the soft pinkish skin along my belly and caused me to shiver a bit. My erection had gone down about halfway but still peeked out from the tight sheath that encased it. At the tip a single drop of fluid leaked out and down the front of my shaft in a stream of clear liquid.

Unlike so many times before I spread my legs apart to leave nothing to privacy, my balls hanging down just out of my vision and obscured by the curve of my legs. Pongo was sitting now between my legs his paws wrapped lazily over my waist and down my sides. Shifting his weight up he half sat, half leaned forward examining me with his eyes focused and intent. He was close enough where I could feel his breath stir and run along my sensitive skin.

Ever so gently he placed a paw along the lower section of my cock and a gasp escaped me. It felt so good, so powerful and surprisingly it felt....indescribable. Sliding his paw down more and using his toe digits he slowly pulled down my sheath at an angle until more and more of the throbbing flesh stood uncovered and bare for him to see.

"Good boy" he whispered, his voice husky.

I nodded at him although I wasn't sure what to think of the feelings coursing through me. However my mind snapped to pure panic when I noticed a slight bulge at the base of my penis, steadily growing bigger and bigger with each moment until it was about the size of one of the tennis balls that our pet Rodger threw around sometimes when he try to compose new work.

I whimpered.

"Dad.....what's that!?"

Hearing the distress of my voice his gaze followed mine down to that bulge and a smile bigger then any before now spread until he was absolutely beaming with pride.

"I say...well I must say your nice and big...bigger then I was! Not to worry Patch, this is normal for a dog. It's called a knot and when you mate a female, it will tie her to you so that none of your seed leaks out. It also is a pleasure center that feels really great" he chuckled giving me a sexy wink.

I smiled to try to show him that I understood when sudden I was hit and overwhelmed by a mind numbing wave of bliss. Throwing my head back to howl I felt him rubbing both of his hug paws along either side of my 'knot', kneading and squeezing that bulb and sending me into heaven again and again. I gasped as my haunches took on a mind of their own and started thrusting up towards him, my hips bouncing slightly.

It only added more to the feeling when he leaned down and gave my throbbing tip a lick.

"Ohhhhhhhhh dad!"

I could barely talk. I panted, my tongue lolling out one side of my mouth and my tongue drooling saliva as it lay on the ground moving with the rising and falling of my stomach.

"Arrrroooww arroow arrooww arrrooowww oohhhhh!"

One of my hind legs started twitching and I closed my eyes losing myself to the rush he was giving me.

A throaty laugh escaped him as he tilted his head and looked down at me, studying my face before licking his lips.

"You have such a cute expression on you face son. But if you have like what I've done so far...your going to absolutely enjoy this! If you feel something strong...just let it come and hang on" he yipped enthusiastically.

Then taking a short sniff at my skin he opened his mouth, slipping it down on my cock and closing his muzzle on me.

My eyes flew open and I moaned loud and long. I no longer felt the cold, only heat and the wet warmth enveloping my most intimate bit of anatomy. I throbbed more as he pushed down further until the front of his mouth brushed against my knot and I shot more of that clear fluid. Feeling it leave me was like being struck by lightening...the feeling numbed me, empowered me and brought me down to my most vulnerable state. I became helpless under his tongue, under that heat and because of the sparks of fiery pleasure that spiked and caused my whole body to shake and rock on the ground in a wild rhythm with no order, only a primal chaos driven by my need for him to continue.

If this was the pain that I had interpreted him having given himself before then I never should have felt bad for him! It was a splendid feeling the likes of which I could never have imagined before without having it happen.

I had lost track of how long he'd been suckling me, but soon he was jerking his head up and down, bobbing on my cock faster and faster until I felt it would drive me completely bonkers! More drool left my muzzle as I tried to breath and something began to build at my core.
"Dad! Ohhhhhhh! Nnggghh! Dad!?"

It was building way too fast, and I felt like my mind was in an absolutely inescapable haze. He continued for his part, his handsome eyes twinkling with a mischievous light that was unfamiliar to me.

I ached to be released and I felt the pleasure become almost unbearable to the point where it was debilitating. My world was quaking and I couldn't control anything, only lay there and moan while my father sucked and licked me even faster squeezing my knot hard between his pads and along the skin just behind it.

Finally it proved to be too much.

With a whimpering howl my body arched forward of it's own accord and I whined as my balls pulled tightly to my body for the first time and my cock felt like it was erupting.

The moment I started Pongo drew off of me still stroking my knot between his paws as thick white ropes of my semen shot upward to land on my nose, my muzzle, down my chest and long my belly.

It lasted a couple of minutes with me not able to lift my head, riding out my first glorious orgasm and moaning. Never once did he stop squeezing me, not until the throbs that racked me started to ebb away and I was left a messy heap.

Trying to catch my breath I looked up into his face just in time to see him swiping his long tongue along one of his paws, sampling some of my seed. He savored it for a few moments giving off a deep giggle that made me feel both honored and very naughty.

" Wonderful flavor Patch" he exclaimed wagging his tail and stretching his neck. "Quite the load that you had as well."

"Really dad?"

I was exhausted but felt very very happy and sated from my previous uncomfortable feelings.

"Really son...your not a puppy anymore but you can always come to me for anything anytime that you have questions about."

"I....heh....I will" I said grinning slyly at him as I got to my shaky legs. "Perhaps we could try this again sometime" I added hopefully casting him a pleading look.

"Perhaps we will" he chuckled. "I definitely wouldn't mind doing this again...provided that your mother and your siblings never find out."

"Oh they won't" I growled started to pad off.

"Hey Patch" he called.

I doubled over on myself and headed back up the hill to him.

"Yes dad?"

"Why don't we spend the night out here" he said laying down on his side. "It's cool and clear and nice out. Not to mention there aren't many nights like tonight."

Nodding in agreement I circled round a few times before flopping down beside him snuggling into his back.

"No there aren't" I agreed my eyelids gratefully closing.

"Next time dad, could I maybe do for you what you did for me" I asked as sleep started pulling at me.

I could hear him turn over his breath blowing steadily on my face as he placed a paw on my side.

"Only if your comfortable with it son" he whispered. "You've got a lot ahead of you but I hope that you'll remember always that me and your mother love you and your sisters and brothers."

"Thanks dad...I love you too" I murmured.

Falling asleep was easy to do, but it would be hard to forget that night with him, my first experience in light of what happened next and just how far I went from how things were. My life was about to change drastically for better or for worse. Yet as I look back I wouldn't have had it any other way although I miss the old times....and family that I've left behind........
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