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Just a casual day with Angel, Scamp and Tramp out enjoying themselves at the park. Suddenly, Angel happens to walk by Tramp and he catches a whiff of her scent, discovering she's in heat. Being the now civilized gentleman, Tramp does his best to put it off and ignore it for the sake of his naive son, Scamp, whom he believes should be the first to take the Cake. But, despite Tramp's wishes, Scamp never notices Angel's needy call and now the Tramp can't handle it any longer!
Scamp runs off after a butterfly, and Tramp takes this moment to coax Angel behind a grove of bushes to talk to him and this is where the older dog makes his move. He shoves his snout into Angel's snatch and takes a good whiff of her heat in, almost instantly, he's ready to mate with her. Angel, having already been taken advantage of by Buster numerous times in the past puts up little resistance, and even welcomes the advancements of the much more mature version of Scamp lusting after her!
After a few lustful licks on Angel's swollen sex, the Tramp mounts her and starts plowing away, determined to make this worth his while! Angel moans and yips out in ecstasy feeling his swelling member expand her tight little walls. But, the sounds of their mating attracts another dog nearby, who has been spying. It's a large, Doberman mutt and upon seeing the action, bursts into the clearing and grabs Angel by the head.
"Just like old times, eh, Tramp?" He cackles with his Italian accent.
Up until that point, Tramp and Buster had been sworn enemies, but now, their friendship was tying itself back together as they shared the small, blonde furred female in basic Eiffel Tower fashion! Buster forces his large, expanding member into her mouth and starts going to town. Angel can only manage to muffle disgruntled moans of protest due to her intense dislike of Buster, but, it's to no avail. Both the large male dogs continue to plunder Angel, both rapidly nearing orgasms as the intensity rises.
With a few more thrusts, both the horny males exert themselves deep inside both her holes and empty the contents of their heavy nutsacks. Tramp's seed fills up Angel's now stretched and aching vagina, and Buster's squirts down the back of her throat, causing her to gag and cough some out of her nose.
As quickly as it started, the male dogs pulled away from her and gave each other both high-paws before going their separate ways. Buster disappeared back in the direction he came from and Tramp strolled out of the grove of bushes just in time to find Scamp having returned from his butterfly chasing expedition, exhausted and panting the younger dog asks. "D-dad? Where's Angel?" To which, Tramp indicates that she went behind the bushes to take a nap before starting back to their rich, cozy Victorian Era home on Snob Hill where he'd resume the simple life of being a father and husband to his beautiful Cocker Spaniel wife, Lady.
Scamp bursts through the bushes and is shocked at what he sees before him. Angel spread out on the ground, exhausted, panting, fur ruffled up and messy and a strange, gooey white liquid leaking from both her mouth and rear end with it splattered around those areas and all over the ground.
"H-hey, Scamp!" Angel managed, even though she was strained considerably, a wicked little smile still hung weakly to her face.
"What happened to you?" Scamp asks frantically.
"Oh, nothing big, I just got put to use like the good girl I am, I will teach you all about it, soon!" Angel responds, getting up and shaking off.
She starts walking away back in the direction of the house, still covered in Buster and Tramp's seed on her rump and around her mouth. Scamp can only watch in awe, not knowing what this was all about except he now felt a warm sensation in his nether regions at the sight of her rear all used and messy like that. He begins to pant and stares, his eyes sparkling with excitement. Angel turns back and winks at him, "You, uh, comin', Tenderfoot?" She asks, in a sultry tone.
Without a word, the young dog took off after the messy Pomchi female, eagerly awaiting his opportunity for her to teach him some new tricks! ;)