Tibbs and the Colonel
       
       It was a quiet night on the Dearly farm. At least, it was as quiet as nights on the Dearly farm ever got. With 99 puppies around, there was always someone up howling or hollering. Still, in a lone shack where a sheepdog and his small feline companion made their bed, it was peaceful for the moment. 
       
       Sergeant Tibbs was mostly awake, admittedly. He always kept his ears open to listen for any of the important alerts that broke through the noise of the farm. Right now though, he was enjoying the mostly quiet and relaxing on the back of his superior officer while he snored. The sheepdog made for a cozy bed most nights. He was warm, fluffy, and his snoring hit just the right vibrations to make Tibbs purr. 
       
       Of course, sleeping with the colonel came with a few disadvantages too. For example, every now and again he’d roll over. If Tibbs wasn’t careful he would inevitably find himself crushed under a solid forty pounds of fuzz. 
       
       Tonight, relaxed as he was, he only barely caught the shift in the colonel’s weight in time. He was still clinging softly to the big dog when he started to roll, and a quick hop was all that saved him from being flattened. He still ended up tumbling onto his side and getting a face full of shaggy fur, though the cat didn’t mind that all too much. 
       
       “Heh.” Tibbs laughed quietly to himself and snuggled into the fur. “I know you’re not a bad blanket, Colonel, but I was looking for a cushion tonight.” He sighed, enjoying the extra, tickly warmth for a second when the sheepdog shook a bit, continuing to adjust. After the grumbling and shaking stopped, it was clear that he wasn’t rolling back over yet, so Tibbs climbed back up onto his cushiony belly. 
       
       That was a bit of a rare treat actually. The colonel mostly slept on his belly, so the cat didn’t get the chance to lay on it as much as he liked. It was even cozier than the big dog’s back. For one, it was warmer, and it made it even easier to feel the colonel’s breathing. Mostly though, it was nice because it gave Tibbs a better view of his commanding officer. Watching the big dog snoring and drooling on his back, up close, admittedly made Tibbs swoon. He snuggled in close, pressing his head under the sheepdog’s chin and purring as he got more comfortable. 
       
       “Mmm… Sergeant…” The colonel mumbled when Tibbs snuggled closer, and his legs kicked. “I-incoming…” He barked a bit too. That made Tibbs swoon even harder. That gruff old voice always sounded most powerful when he barked, even if he was doing it in his sleep. 
       
       “Do you need some assistance colonel?” Tibbs smiled calmly and closed his eyes, sinking on the colonel’s warm belly.  He was still half-asleep himself, and reacted without much thinking. His claws came out and started gently raking over the sheepdog aimlessly, scratching at an itch that probably didn’t even exist “I’ve got you…” The cat purred more vigorously when he felt the colonel shake, kicking his legs aggressively in his sleep now. 
       
       There was actually one really big treat that came from sleeping on the colonel’s belly. It smelled a lot more wonderful. The old, dusty musk that always lingered on him was sweetest here, and Tibbs indulged in it, rubbing his face against the big dog sleepily while he scratched at him. 
       
       One thing would inevitably lead to another if the cat let it, and his tail started to flick at the thought. “Didn’t think I’d be so frisky tonight.” Tibbs mumbled through his mouthfuls of fur. His ears flicked, still ever vigilant. He could hear a few telltale yips and barks ringing through the farm. “There must be something in the air tonight.” He also heard a telltale rumbling growl from his sleeping sheepdog. “Yep. Definitely something in the air.”
       
       Curious, the cat lifted his head and stopped his scratching long enough to look back at the colonel’s hind legs. The sheepdog’s kicking died down when he turned, allowing the cat to get a nice full view of the sizeable sheath that sat nestled in the big dog’s thick fur. A small bit of red was, to Tibbs’ delight, poking out of that sheath. Seeing that made the cat’s tail waggle a little more eagerly. 
       
       “Excuse me, sir.” He smiled at the still snoring sheepdog before pulling himself up and turning toward the other side of the colonel in earnest. “Forgive me, but it looks like you could use a helping paw.” With a playful step, Tibbs walked gingerly across the dog’s belly and nuzzled up to the sheath. He didn’t do anything to cover his purring as he indulged now, and it was steadily getting loud enough to drown out his sense of any other sounds. “Just… give me a minute…”
       
       The cat rubbed his face tenderly over the dog’s most intimate parts, purring louder and louder the more time he spent. The colonel’s old musk was heavenly to the frisky feline, as was the warmth radiating from it and the shaggy fur surrounding it. Tibbs twitched and winced when his whiskers pressed against the hard bone still tucked underneath the sheath too. It sent shivers down his spine in more ways than one, especially since he could feel it swelling the more he rubbed against it. 
       
       With is mind wandering aimlessly to thoughts of romance, the cat started to claw at his commanding officer again too. He knew the itch he wanted to soothe this time though, the scratching was just reflex. Regardless, it got the sheepdog kicking wildly all the same. In tandem with Tibbs’ increasingly aggressive rubbing, it soon got the sheepdog gasping and squirming again as well. 
       
       Tibbs didn’t even notice. Or, more accurately, he didn’t care. His purring drowned out the colonel’s sputtering breaths and with how excitedly he was rubbing up against the big dog at this point, he didn’t even notice the squirming until it was too late. 
       
       Suddenly, the colonel was rolling back over onto his belly. 
       
       “Ah! Sergeant!” With a start, the sheepdog jarred awake and all but threw himself onto his belly, slamming the cat down and flattening him. Tibbs’ shout in return was too muffled to hear by the time he got it out. After that, it would have been drowned out by the purring. Crushed under his commanding officer’s weight in this way, his face still firmly jammed against the big dog’s balls, the cat was too overwhelmed to think about the shock or the pain of the experience. The warmth of the fur and the dusty, soft smell was too pleasant to worry about anything else. “Tibbs? Are you there?”
       
       It didn’t take very long for the sheepdog to get an answer. Tibbs’ purring worked back up to its roaring intensity quickly in his new circumstances, and he did his best to keep up what rubbing he could in spite of how little he could move.  The colonel noticed that pretty quickly. 
       
       With a rumbling growl, he lifted the fur from his eyes and stood up, allowing the cat to catch a breath of fresh air. “Ah. There you are, sergeant.” He mumbled casually as he looked down at the cat. Tibbs was very obviously exposed. Lying on his back, he was dizzy, vibrating, and clearly aroused. His own cock twitched against the sudden rush of cold while he stared up at the colonel’s sheath. And his tail was twitching like crazy against the hay beneath him. “Ha! Feeling frisky today, Tibbs?”
       
       “Yes, sir. I suppose I am.” Tibbs swallowed harshly, his breath was coming easier by the moment, but he was becoming more excited now that the sheepdog had spotted him. 
       
       “Hmph. You should have told me.” The colonel continued to speak quite casually, shaking the hay off his fur and sitting back down. Tibbs wasn’t thrown by the tone for a moment though. The colonel sat himself right next to the cat’s head after all, and his body was still rumbling with that telltale growl that made Tibbs’ ears twitch. “Very well then, soldier. Ahem. Carry on.”
       
       Tibbs did as ordered the moment he had felt the colonel’s balls land beside him, once more pushing his face against the sheath with gusto. Though, now that his commanding officer was awake, he knew he couldn’t keep up with just teasing the both of them for long. “Mmm. Yes, sir. Right away, sir.” He rolled himself onto his belly for better reach and lifted his head up the sheepdog’s balls. At last he allowed his tongue to brush over the sheepdog’s fuzzy jewels as he did, sending shivers down both animal’s spines. 
       
       The colonel’s reaction was the most obvious. His foot started kicking again, now sending a muffled thump through the hay that made Tibbs purr fiercely again. The hay wasn’t quite as cozy as a sheepdog cushion, but it still had some of his warmth, so the cat tolerated it as he did his work, even scratching at it as if he could get the colonel kicking more. “Ah, yes… that’s the ticket, sergeant.” The aroused growl started to reach the colonel’s voice, and soon enough his arousal was showing every bit as clearly as the cat’s had. 
       
       Tibbs admired the fruits of his labor while he licked. The colonel never disappointed, his dick was shining red and sweaty in the limited moonlight that broke through the roof of their cozy shack. It added a bitter, sharp tinge to the dusty old dog’s scent, one that Tibbs was happy to taste when he moved away from the dog’s balls to lick at that shaft. 
       
       His ears started to twitch again, razor focused now. He listened for the rumbling in the colonel’s belly to get louder and for his kicking to slow down. Each was a sign that the main event was getting closer, and as the rapid thumps slowly transitioned to scratchy, desperate clawing, his tail started to rise higher and higher, until his ass was rising well off the ground. The sounds of the night rang in his ears too. That something in the air was nearly starting a howl. Were he not listening closely, he might have thought there was an emergency. Right now though, given where he had found himself, it was very clear to him that it was just the song of spring in the air. 
       
       Soon enough, the colonel contributed his own portion to that song. That rumbling growl finally climaxed in a stomp and a harsh bark that nearly made Tibbs jump. It had the first dozen times he’d heard it. Now, well used to it, it merely made his tail stand up arrow-straight in excitement, and he froze while he waited for it to settle, and for the colonel to give him his orders. “Tibbs…” The sheepdog growled for a moment before catching himself, and trying to adopt his usual, orderly tone. “A-assume the position…”
       
       “Yes sir, right away sir…” Tibbs body shook as a purr racked him out of his stiffened state. Without hesitation, he stood up properly, walked far enough for the colonel to watch, and followed his orders.  His chest went low and his tail went high, still straight up and twitching while he waited for the big dog to approach. 
       
       The colonel didn’t take much time admiring the view. “’s been a little. You think you’re limber enough, sergeant?” He let out a low, rumbling laugh as he stumbled up behind the cat and prodded underneath his tail. 
       
       Tibbs kept his eyes on the sheepdog’s face during the whole walk, and smiled up from underneath him once he felt the warm cock sliding against him. “Don’t worry, sir. A good soldier’s always ready, right?” He wiggled his hips backward and dug his claws into the wood beneath him. At this point, there was no stopping it. He needed this. He steadied himself hard against the colonel’s soft, preparatory thrusts and got ready to add his own chorus to the song outside.
       
       One thrust finally pushed deep enough after a few gentle prods, and the sergeant’s yowl rang out loud against the night before he bit his lip and dropped his head into the muffling hay beneath him. The colonel was slow and devastating in his thrusts, pushing deep as possible before slowly dragging his way out. Each time it was like he was trying to drag as long a yowl as possible out of the sergeant. 
       
       He was after a softer sound though. “Ah yes. Keep up that purring, sergeant…” The sheepdog growled after one particularly deep thrust that he simply sat in, letting Tibbs vibrate on the length of his cock. 
       
       Tibbs wanted to give him an affirmative, but overwhelming as the feeling was, all he could do was obey the order silently. He couldn’t even manage to push back any more. His own cock was throbbing and his body felt like it was going to shake itself into breaking as he was filled. It took everything in his power to keep himself from going limp when the colonel started thrusting again.
       
       Then, he felt the dog’s knot, and his body went wild with the desire to go numb and let that sink in. “S-sir!”
       
       “Do you want it, sergeant?” The colonel rested his knot against the cat, and Tibbs felt the commanding growl he spoke with vibrate through his whole body. 
       
       He couldn’t muster up the strength to push himself onto it. His cock was already starting to drip lazily. “Sir, yes, sir…” 
       
       The colonel got back to pushing at the sergeant’s request, harshly now. “Are you prepared to take it!?”
       
       Tibbs’s cock was pulsing now, splashing wildly onto the hay beneath him. “Sir, yes, sir!” He could feel the colonel pulsing too, starting to fill his stomach while that knot stretched his ring. 
       
       “Then get ready, ah, sergeant Tibbs!” The colonel groaned, still keeping his one strong push. 
       
       “S-sir, yes, sir!” Tibbs went numb, freezing stiff for just a second the moment the knot stretched past his last threshold, then going fully limp as it held him, tail raised and face forward. He let his face fall to the hay and screamed. “Ah! Colonel! Sir!”
       
       He dog filling him kept his calm commanding tone, though he also let loose a bark to make sure Tibbs knew his place. “That’s right, sergeant!” The bark rang out loud, nearly getting the feeling to rush back in for Tibbs. It got just enough back for him to notice he’d started purring again. “Now, you just keep there and do your duty.” The colonel smiled down at him, gentle considering what he’d just done. “You’ll take good care of my puppies, you hear?”
       
       Tibbs couldn’t help but smile at the joke. He even tried to raise his head to smile back, though all he could manage in his limp state was rolling his face out of the hay and barely raising a paw to his ear in a meager salute. “Heh. You’ve got it, sir…” Truth be told, he meant it. He would if he could. 
       
       That said, he certainly didn’t expect to have to live up to that promise anytime soon.
       
       A knock on the door would put him to the test sooner than he’d like. “Ah! Stop tugging, Mooch!” A whimpering, familiar voice caught the pair’s attention, and they turned back just in time to spot the door being thrown open. “Colonel! Sergeant Tibbs! Are you awake? We heard barking!” Lucky looked in on the pair, thankfully not noticing their odd position from the distance. He only just peeked his head into the doorway. 
       
       “Oh! Uh, just a moment, son!” The colonel shouted back at the boy, and Tibbs immediately took a breath and tried to brace himself. “’Scuse me, sergeant.” With a hearty rumble and a groan, the colonel stood up, and turned to face the door, taking Tibbs along for the ride. 
       
       The cat would have let out another yowl, but he managed to bite his lip to be ready. He couldn’t keep the purring down really well though, or stop himself short of letting out a fresh splash of cum onto the hay underneath him for that matter. 
       
       Thankfully, the pup didn’t seem to notice. “Oh, uh! Hey, colonel! Um, c-can you help us out?” He inched a little closer, then suddenly stopped. “Ow! Hey! I said stop tugging!”
       
       A moment after his outburst, Lucky was pulled away, and Mooch peered in instead. “Hey! Old man, we’re stuck here!”
       
       Tibbs’ ears twitched when Mooch pulled them both into the shack. He couldn’t see anything, but he could hear the pup whimpering as he was dragged along. 
       
       He and the colonel shared a hearty laugh when they understood what had happened. He was particularly lucky though, because he could feel it when the colonel’s laugh rumbled through him. 
       
       “Ah, boys! Don’t you worry, that’s nothing to fret about. Why it’s perfectly natural.” The big dog laughed again, and Tibbs couldn’t help but laugh with him. “Why, I ever tell you about the time the sergeant and I got, ‘stuck,’ behind enemy lines? I usually leave out a few details for the youngsters, but you boys certainly seem ready to hear them now!”
       
       Tibbs smiled to himself and chimed in, happy to encourage the puppies himself now that he understood he hadn’t been the only victim of spring’s song. “It’s a long story, but from the look of it, we’ve all got some time to kill.”