Swamp Rat and Lucky
       
      The swamp was pretty spooky at night. Not spooky enough to convince Lucky to stay away of course, but it was pretty spooky to be wandering alone. Confident as the puppy was, even he couldn’t keep himself from looking over his shoulder on occasion. “Just a quick in and out.” The young Dalmatian pup nodded to encourage himself. This would be a quick errand and he’d be out in a flash. “Just need to find that rat.”
       
      It was admittedly a bit hard to navigate in the dark, but he raised his sniffer high and used all his Bark Brigade training to keep himself on track. Swamp Rat had a smell that was pretty distinct even in the rest of the gross muck of the swamp. It was dirtier, more greedy. He could find his way to the rat’s washing machine home in no time if he tried. He just had to be careful in case he picked up any other scents too.
       
      There were at least a couple of others that set him on edge. He made most of his way there in peace, but just as he spotted the Swamp Rat’s hovel poking through the trees, he caught the slightest whiff of alligator. He paused just long enough to watch the monstrous beast slink away and into the water. Then, he shook his head and stomped his paw quietly on the mud. “Ugh… can’t believe I’m doing this…” He groaned to himself. “You owe me for this, Spot. Mooch too.”
       
      With the gator gone, he was safe to make his way up to the door of the washing machine. He was nervous enough to take one last sniff around before climbing up the steps to it, but thankfully, all he ended up smelling was rat.
       
      And, sure enough, the only person in the store was the infamous salesman of the swamp. He didn’t notice Lucky at first, but then he smiled up at him toothily over the magazine he was reading. “Well lookie here! Don’t often get friends from the farm this late at night!” He slammed the magazine down happily and leaned forward on his desk as Lucky climbed inside. “Come right in, come right in? What can I do ya’ for?”
       
      Lucky glanced around the place, looking for any sign of what he was after. He didn’t even get a whiff of it over the smell of the rat. “Uh, yeah, I’m just here for something that belongs to my friend. A sheepdog didn’t stop by here did he?”
       
      Swamp Rat’s smile didn’t move. “Ain’t my policy to discuss my customer’s, son, but I got an inkling I have just what you’re lookin’ for.” He tapped his claws on the table eagerly, drawing Lucky’s attention to the magazine. It was a copy of Dog Fancy. “Bet it would fetch a pretty good price.”
       
      Lucky noticed the rat’s paws lingering on the collar of the dog on the magazine, some handsome looking poodle. He rolled his eyes at that. “Ah, c’mon, it’s just a pile of straw, no way it’s worth a whole collar.” He glared at the rat. Swamp Rat didn’t move.
       
      “Just a pile of straw? Now now, that is some master craftsmanship. A nest like that’s easily worth a whole stack of paper, let alone a little bit of chewy leather.” He waved his hands dramatically and leaned back, never letting his smiling eyes off the pup. “Tell ya’ what though, you’ve caught me in a fine sort of mood. We can make it a deal for a favor instead.” He looked Lucky up and down in a way that set the pup on edge for some reason. “Ya’ don’t look like ya’ brought much more to offer, am I right?”
       
      Frustrated, Lucky shook his head. “No, I don’t usually pay for stolen goods.” He stomped dramatically and glared at the rat for just a second.
       
      The rat’s expression changed. He lowered his eyelids a bit and smirked a bit wider. “Hey now, one man’s stolen goods is another man’s high quality sale.” He seemed to laugh a bit, quietly. “Now, come on, it ain’t no big job or nothin’. Just need a bit of help cleaning up around here. Five minute’s work tops.” He waved his hand in Lucky’s face to emphasize the number.
       
      Lucky rolled his eyes again. Then, he looked around. It didn’t look like much of a job, that was true. Outside of the usual bit of mess in here, there was just a pile of disorganized magazines littering the place. “Five minute job, huh?”
       
      “Maybe ten.” Swamp Rat shrugged and leaned back in his chair again. “I ain’t too particular.” This time, Lucky didn’t notice the rat looking him up and down. He shut his eyes and nodded.
       
      Maybe it was a little suspect, but right now, the pup was tired and confident. “You’ve got yourself a deal.” He smiled at the rat and stomped again. Then, not wanting to waste a second, he started toward the biggest pile of magazines.
       
      Before he even reached them though, Swamp Rat got his attention. “Alrighty then! Come on over here and let’s get started.” Lucky turned to the rodent. His expression had finally changed entirely. He was still smiling, but now he was licking his lips and rubbing his hands together. Lucky raised an eyebrow at him, uncertain what the predatory look meant at first. Then, the rat cleared things up, dropping one paw to his crotch and setting it between his spread legs. “How’s ‘bout we start right here.” He cupped a hefty pair of balls as he spoke, still licking his fangs.
       
      A shiver ran down Lucky’s spine. He was young, but not that young. “Uh… what?” It was all he could think to say.
       
      “Don’t fret the details. I’m sure yer tongue’ll do the job just fine.” Swamp Rat groped his balls a bit tighter. Lucky noticed a small pink spot rise up from them when he did. He wasn’t totally sure what to make of that, but he had an idea.
       
      Admittedly, for all his bravado, the pup hadn’t really thought much about the subject of sex. He knew what it was. He’d gotten a lesson in it a few times. It was kind of unavoidable when you live on a farm. And, to be honest he’d bragged a bit about his own experience here and there just to impress a particular couple of bullies. But, really, he’d never thought about the mechanics. Even then, he knew this was going somewhere that was way more intimate than he should probably be with some rat from the swamp.
       
      In spite of that, he got closer, his nose twitching. Swamp Rat had a very distinct odor. This was different. Even from a foot away, he could smell it was more than his usual greedy stink. It was spicier, he figured. He stopped himself from getting close enough to really piece it out. “Uh, you’re serious?”
       
      “Serious as fleas.” The rat laughed again. This time Lucky was sure of it. It made his body shake. It really made his groin shake, wiggling in a way that Lucky wanted to call disgusting. “Best hurry up. I’m getting’ a bit chilly here.” He licked his teeth again, eyeing the puppy up and down very deliberately.”Much as I like the view, I’m guessin’ you don’t want this to take too long.”
       
      “Uh… r-right.” Lucky took a step toward the rat before stopping to think. It was a really quick job most likely, it wasn’t like there was a whole lot to clean after all. It was definitely gross, to be sure, but it wouldn’t probably even take five minutes. “Just… just a second.” He took another step, finally putting him close enough to reach the rat. He tried to stomp the paw he set down too, but he shivered again. “I got this.” 
      
      With that one last small boost to his confidence, Lucky took a deep breath and steadied himself for the job. That was a mistake. He did it while he pulled himself close enough to be just about touching his nose to the rat. That spicy smell coming from the pinker bits of the rodent absolutely assaulted him then. It settled in his brain strangely, mingling with the dirty swamp water smell that covered the rat’s fur. For some reason, it got his tail wagging. 
      
      He was slightly less hesitant once that smell hit him. At least, the nerves went down enough for him to reach out with his tongue and get started. He did so at first with the aim of just licking as much as possible, so he took a single big lick, laying his tongue as flat as possible and wetting as much of the rat’s sack as he could. That was his second mistake. 
      
      For all the muck that coated his fur, the rat actually didn’t taste as bad as Lucky expected. It was bitter and salty, kinda meaty. Even the muck and sweat stuck to him were surprisingly tasty when they mixed with the spicy smell. He went in for a second lick almost immediately after the first, and then he went for another right after that. Between every other lick, he eagerly swallowed each taste.
      
      Every lick made his tail wag a bit more eagerly. Mostly because each lick got the spicy smell to waft up again, stronger each time. Before he noticed it, he was closing his eyes to enjoy the weird, dirty tastes and smells. He only noticed he had when the rat laughed again, pressing the pup’s nose slightly more roughly against the spicy pink part of him. That’s when he realized what that spicy smell exactly was. It was coming off the rat’s rigid and surprisingly huge cock. 
      
      Swamp Rat scratched the puppy’s ear while he laughed. “Hooey, pup! Yer takin’ to this even better than I expected. Don’t get too busy with the family jewels though, there’s a lot more in need of cleanin’ if you wanna finish proper.” He wiggled more deliberately. Lucky opened his eyes to watch. The rat stopped scratching his ear and tugged at it, lifting him up a bit to move his nose up that stiff, heavy dick. 
      
      Lucky kept licking, not even thinking at this point. It tasted way grosser than the rat’s balls. There wasn’t just muck, there was musk and salt in patches all over the spicy thing. For some reason he couldn’t make sense of though, each taste really got his tail wagging. It also made his balls ache. He could feel his sheathe tightening as he licked, more eagerly moment to moment. He couldn’t even pretend it tasted good, but it was delicious. 
      
      With how eagerly the pup was going at him, Swamp Rat didn’t need to keep tugging, so he went right back to scratching Lucky’s ears. “That’s the ticket!” He laughed again, but this time it wasn’t predatory. It was breathy, stifled. “Hoo! Keep that up and we’ll be done in no time!” He was starting to pant too, and his dick was beating against Lucky’s tongue. 
      
      The pup really didn’t know much about what he was doing, but he took that beating as a sign of a good job. It was hard to trust the rat was being honest after all, but that pumping dick certainly felt honest. The way its taste changed seemed to tell him more too. As he licked it, it got less spicy, but more salty and bitter. When he licked the tip of it, it was especially salty. He could taste something coming from it. 
      
      Inexperienced as he was, Lucky at least had an idea of what being horny meant. He was definitely feeling it now. Licking the rat’s cock, especially when he sucked up that salty juice at the tip, was making him way hornier than he would have ever thought. His own dick was aching and he could feel it wanting to pulse. He sat down and pressed his legs together, it felt like he needed to go, and it was reflex to hold it in. He didn’t want to end up making more of a mess. 
      
      Of course, that hope wasn’t really destined to pan out. Swamp Rat’s scratching got more eager and energetic as Lucky licked, and the dick kept pulsing. Luck did his best keeping up with the stream of juice coming out of it, slobbering over the rat’s stomach the whole time. He wouldn’t be able to keep it up for very long though. Soon, the rat stopped scratching and started tugging again. 
      
      “Ah! Yeah that’s it boy! Keep it up!” He shouted as he tugged, pulling Lucky obnoxiously to and fro. The pup could only barely reach the cock to keep up with his cleaning, and in an instant, all the work he’d put in was thrown out the window. Lucky watched in wide-eyed horror as the rat’s dick spasmed under one more lick and then started spewing some white liquid wildly in every direction. 
      
      Suddenly panicked, Lucky tore away from the rat’s grip and darted toward the dick, mouth wide. “S-Stop!” He groaned before he started to lick the stuff up as it came. Without thinking, he slammed the rat backward and went to town, slobbering all over every inch of him in an attempt to catch the flow. 
      
      He almost didn’t notice the taste, distracted as he was by the effort to catch the juice before it ruined his work. Each lick just made more come though, so he couldn’t ignore it for long. It turned out though, he wouldn’t want to. The taste struck him suddenly when he planted his tongue right on the tip of the rat’s dick and got a nasty mouthful. It was bitter, and salty, and… spicy. Most of all though, it was fresh and warm. His tail started to wag again, and his legs tightened up again as he kept licking it up. In spite of himself, he ended up slowing down too. He told himself it was because he was overwhelmed. 
      
      The rat got the right of it though. “Hooo boy! You sure love that don’tcha?!” He was laughing again. It took a second. After his dick slowed down spewing that white stuff everywhere, he caught his breath under the pup’s weight and started to scratch his ears again. “That’s a freebie this time then, special little treat for a job well done let’s call it.”
      
      Lucky licked up the last of it without paying attention. Or, more accurately, he licked up the last taste of it. There were a few extra slides of his tongue over the rat’s fur before he actually stopped. He only noticed that a second after he’d done it, when the rat let out an extra laugh. 
      
      When he did notice, he pulled away from the vermin’s belly, oddly slowly. “Oh… uh, yeah…” He took a second to steady himself. The rat was staring up at him with that predatory smile again. It reminded him why he came here in the first place. “So, uh… that’s that then?” He shivered. The feeling of needing to go was getting stronger while he just looked at the rat, especially since he didn’t really respond with anything other than a raised eyebrow. Suddenly, the pup felt an overwhelming need to get out of there. “So… where’s the nest?” He squeezed tighter as he spoke, pulling away from the weirdly happy rodent. 
      
      “Oh that? Sold it ‘bout an hour ago.” Swamp Rat shrugged and sat himself up slowly, following the pup. Lucky just about managed to glare at him, but kept pulling away rather than yelling. That gave the rat a chance to interject. “Got a fan-tas-tic replacement though! Gen-u-ine goose feather, probably!”
      
      Eager as he was to leave, Lucky took the deal without hesitation. “Uh… fine, just don’t tell anyone about this, got it?” 
      
      The rat raised his eyebrow at that again, but he did nod. “Sure thing, pal, we’ll just call it a favorite customer discount.” He winked and got to his feet, still half-erect.  Lucky watched him nervously as he went to grab some sort of half-chewed pillow from the pile of magazines. When he passed it along to the pup, he winked it again. “Don’t you go forgettin’ it though, y’hear. Deal might just be on again if’n yer willin’?” 
      
      Lucky darted out of there before the rat even had a chance to finish.