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He recognized the voice instantly, a whimper escaping him. \nScamp: Uncle Jock… is that you? \nJock nuzzled him, warmth flooding his touch. \nJock: Yes, kid, it’s me. \nScamp trembled, disbelief warring with fragile hope. \nScamp: Isn’t this a dream? \nJock pressed closer, his breath warm against Scamp’s ear. \nJock: No, kid, it’s me in the flesh. \nScamp’s tail gave a feeble thump against the basket, color seeping back into his gaze. \nScamp: Uncle Jock, please never leave. I need you. \nJock’s promise was a low, fierce rumble. \nJock: Never again, kid. This time I’m here to stay. \nScamp’s voice cracked. \nScamp: But what about Mom and pop? \nAt that moment, Tramp stepped forward.\nHe met Scamp’s anxious stare, his own expression unreadable. He moved closer, the weight of his decision settling between them. Tramp’s gaze shifted to Jock, then back to Scamp. \nTramp: We won’t separate you two again. \nScamp’s tail thumped weakly against the basket. \nScamp: Does that mean… can Uncle Jock and I play the forbidden game?\n\nJock froze, ears flattening. He braced for Tramp’s roar. Instead, Tramp chuckled—a low, rumbling sound that startled the room. \nTramp: Kid, I never cared about your ‘games’. \nLady’s jaw dropped. Trusty tilted his head, baffled. Jock stared him, disbelieving.\nJock: Excuse me?\nTramp stared at Scamp.\nTramp: Scamp… I wasn’t much older than you when I lost my virginity. \n\nSilence thickened. Then Tramp’s gaze drifted, distant. \nLady’s eyes widened further. Tramp flicked his tail dismissively.\n\nTrusty cleared his throat, breaking the tension. \nTrusty: Well, Seems we’ve all got secrets thicker than molasses in July. \nHe chuckled, shaking his head. \nScamp: Is that true Pop? Did you really play the forbidden game as a pup? \nTramp’s ears twitched, a rare flicker of embarrassment in his eyes. \nTramp: Yep, son. Had a friend named Bus— uh, I mean, I had a friend my age and we played the adult game as puppies and we promise not to tell anyone.\nJock: So you really don't care about it?\nTramp: Nope.\nJock: So why did you act like that? With all that aggression, as if you were radically against it?\nTramp: Well, I had to pretend to be against it in front of Lady. She didn't agree.\nJock: But you hit me hard in the nose. And I could see the anger in your eyes.\nTramp: I apologize for that.\nJock: You're forgiven.\n Actually, Tramp was really mad at Jock. The reason was jealousy. He was planning to take his son's virginity first, but Jock messed it up. Tramp decided to keep this detail to himself.\nTramp: Scamp, you and Jock can stay together and play grown-up games, but this has to stay among the five of us. No one else can know about this, and you two don't do anything in front of someone else to raise suspicions.\nScamp: Okay, Pop. But what about my sisters? Can they know? Can they play the grown-up game?\nScamp asked that, playing innocent. He remembered the time he had sex with his sisters and his parents doesn't know anything about it.\nLady: No, I want their innocence preserved.\nScamp: Okay.\nTrusty: Uh, but what about Si and Am? They might gossip.\nTramp: That's true. But, no problem. We'll talk to them. right, Pidge?\nLady: Yeah, we'll sort it out.\nLittle did they know that Si and Am were near the window eavesdropping on their conversation.\nTramp: Son, since Jock is here, can you eat now?\nScamp: Okay, pop.\nScamp ran to the kitchen and started barking and wagging his tail at Jim Dear and Darling, who noticed his excitement. They put out some kibble on his bowl for him, and Scamp began eating like a lion, his tail wagging excitedly.\nJim Dear: Wow, I wonder if what I'm thinking of has happened?\nSuddenly Jock appears in the kitchen.\nDarling: It's Jock, he's back.\nJim Dear patted the Scottish terrier on the head.\nLady and Tramp saw their son eating and smiled. Then they headed toward the front door. Then Lady asked:\nLady: Who was the friend you lost your virginity to?\nTramp: It's a dog you don't know.\nLady: What's her name?\nTramp hadn't made it clear whether it was boy or girl, but Lady thought it was female.\nTramp: I'm sorry Pidge. We promised to keep it a secret. I can't tell anyone.\nLady: Not even me? Your wife?\nTramp: No.\n\nTramp and Lady approached Si and Am, who were lounging on the porch railing. Si flicked his tail lazily.\nSi: Well, well. Look who’s back—Jock. And Scamp’s suddenly eating? How… convenient.\nAm stretched, claws unsheathing. \nAm: We know what you going to ask us. We've heard everything. \nTramp’s gaze hardened. \nTramp: You’ll keep quiet about everything.\n\n\nSi’s eyes gleamed. \nSi: Oh, we will. But secrets this dirty? They’re too heavy to carry for free. \nLady stepped forward, hackles rising. \nLady: Are you gonna blackmail us? \nSi tilted his head. \nSi: Call it… insurance. \nAm purred low in his throat. \nTramp growled. \nTramp: What do you want? \nAm's whiskers twitched. \nAm: For now? Nothing. But one day… we might need you. \nThe cats exchanged a look before vanishing into the bushes. Tramp watched them go, his voice a low snarl. \nTramp: That’s why I hate cats. they're all the same—sly, selfish, rotten to the core. \nLady nudged him, her eyes worried. \nLady: Do you think they’ll gossip? \nTramp sighed. \nTramp: I hope not. \n\nInside the kitchen, Scamp devoured his kibble with frantic gulps, tail thumping against the floor. Jock watched him, relief softening his features. The pup paused, panting, crumbs clinging to his muzzle. \nScamp: Uncle Jock? \nJock nuzzled him gently. \nJock: Yeah, kid? \nScamp’s ears drooped. He lowered his voice to a whisper. \nScamp: I gotta tell you something. \nJock tilted his head. \nScamp: I played the adult game with my sisters.\nJock: Did you?\n\nScamp nodded, avoiding Jock’s gaze. \nScamp: After Mom and Pop forbade me to see you… I was so sad. Annette, Danielle, and Collette wanted to help. They promised to help me to sneak out if… if I taught them the forbidden game. \nJock’s expression softened further. He licked Scamp’s forehead. \nJock: Did you have fun? \nScamp’s tail gave a hesitant wag. \nScamp: Yeah. But it wasn’t like with you. It felt… different. Like playing fetch. \nJock chuckled softly. \nJock: As long as they enjoyed it too, kid. That’s what matters. \nScamp leaned closer, urgency in his whisper. \nJock: But Lady can’t know! She wanted them innocent. \n\nLater that afternoon, Tramp and Lady sat side by side on the porch, watching the sunset paint the sky in shades of peach and violet. The air was cool, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant rain. Lady shifted, her gaze lingering on Tramp’s profile. \nLady: Tramp? \nTramp: Hmm? \nLady: We’ve been together for a while now. You’ve told me stories about Peg and your other girlfriends, about your life on the streets… \nTramp stiffened almost imperceptibly. \nLady: But you’ve never talked about your childhood. Your parents. Siblings. \nSilence stretched. Tramp stared at the horizon, jaw tight. \nLady: And your real name. It can’t be Tramp. No one names their pup Tramp. \nTramp’s ears flattened. The mention of parents and siblings felt like claws digging into old wounds. He swallowed hard. \nTramp: There’s nothing worth telling. \nHis puppyhood had some tough moments, but at least one good thing was meeting the puppy he lost his virginity to.\nTramp: What about you? How did you end up here? \nLady sighed, recognizing the deflection. \nLady: I already told you that story. Jim bought me as a Christmas gift for Darling.\n\n\nInside, Jim Dear’s voice echoed through the house. \nJim Dear: Dinner time!\nThe Lady, Tramp and pups scrambled toward the kitchen, paws skidding on polished floors. Kibble filled their bowls and Scamp devoured with newfound vigor, his tail wagging furiously.\n\nLater, shadows deepened as the household settled. Tramp yawned, stretching beside Lady. Scamp padded over, ears perked.\nScamp: Mom? Pop? Can I sleep with Uncle Jock tonight? \nLady exchanged a glance with Tramp. \nLady: Of course, honey. \nTramp nodded.\n\n\nScamp dashed toward Jock’s doghouse, heart pounding. Inside, Jock greeted him with a low wag. The Scottish terrier’s eyes softened.\n\nScamp: Uncle Jock, I came to sleep with you!\nJock tilted his head, a playful glint in his eyes.\nJock: Just sleep?\nScamp nuzzled him eagerly.\nScamp: Of course not! Playing the adult game too.\nThey pressed close, sharing a deep, lingering kiss—a silent celebration of their newfound freedom. Scamp trembled with excitement, his puppy penis already stiffening against Jock’s belly fur. The thrill of doing this without fear of being caught by Lady or Tramp made his tail thump wildly against the doghouse floor.\nScamp pulled back slightly, panting.\n\nScamp: Uncle Jock, can I ask you a question?\nJock: Yes\nScamp: What happened to Rascal?\nRascal was the puppy Jock mentioned earlier he had a loving bond with before he started dating Scamp.\nJock: Why do you want to know about this?\nScamp: Nothing. I just wanted to know how he's like and where he is. \nJock: Well, he's a Dalmatian puppy, and you must know his owner. It's Vanessa.\nScamp: Really?\nJock: Yep I visit him recently when I left, and he already has someone else to play grown-up games with. Toby, Vanessa's other dog.\nBut forget about him. let's have sex.\n\nScamp: Do you know any new way? Something we haven’t done?\nJock paused, considering. Then he rolled onto his back, exposing the soft slit of his sheath beneath his belly fur.\nJock: Try this. Put your weenie right here—inside my sheath hole.\nScamp’s eyes widened with curiosity. He clambered onto Jock’s belly, aligning his small, hard penis with the warm opening. Slowly, he pushed inside. The snug, wet heat enveloped him, drawing a sharp gasp from both of them. Jock’s hind leg twitched involuntarily.\n\nScamp thrust tentatively at first, then faster as pleasure coiled in his belly. But Jock’s knot began swelling inside its sheath, thickening against Scamp’s shaft. With each push, the pressure grew tighter, hotter—until Jock’s knot surged fully erect, forcing Scamp’s penis out with a slick pop. Scamp whined at the sudden loss, collapsing onto Jock’s chest. The terrier nuzzled him apologetically.\nJock: Sorry, kid. My knot’s got a mind of its own hehe\nScamp chuckled \nScamp: It’s okay. That was fun. Warm and tight.\n\nJock: Ok. Let's try something else. How about... uh.. the 69 position?\nScamp tilted his head, ears perked. \nScamp: What's that?\nJock rolled onto his side, nudging Scamp with his nose. \nJock: You lie belly-down on top of me. Your weenie goes in my mouth, mine in yours.\n\nScamp scrambled onto Jock's belly, their bodies aligning in the dim doghouse. Jock's thick cock pressed against Scamp's muzzle while Scamp's own stiff puppyhood nudged Jock's lips. \nJock: I have an idea. Let's play the game. Whoever makes the other cum first wins.\nScamp: Deal!\nScamp dove forward, swallowing Jock's length with eager slurps. The terrier gasped, hips bucking as Scamp's tongue swirled around his knot. Meanwhile, Jock took Scamp's smaller shaft deep, sucking rhythmically. Scamp whimpered around Jock's cock—the dual sensations overwhelming. Jock's thrusts grew frantic, his balls tightening. With a guttural groan, he erupted thick ropes down Scamp's throat. \nJock: Oh god... I lose! \nScamp pulled back, panting. \nScamp: But you didn't finish me! \nJock grinned, licking his lips. \nJock: Fair's fair. \nHe resumed sucking Scamp's twitching cock, slower now. Scamp trembled, unused to the prolonged pleasure. Suddenly, few warmth drops flooded Jock's mouth—thin, sweet streams of puppy seed. Scamp had had orgasms before but it was dry orgasms and for the first time he had released his own seed. \nScamp: I... I came? \nJock swallowed, nuzzling him. \nJock: Told you you'd grow into it.\n\nThey curled together, Scamp's head resting on Jock's chest. Outside, moonlight silvered the garden. Scamp traced circles on Jock's fur. \nScamp: Love you, Uncle Jock. \nJock: Love you more, kid. \nScamp: Promise we'll never be apart? \nJock: Promise. \nTheir breathing synced, slow and deep. In the quiet, Scamp's tail thumped once—a soft drumbeat of contentment against the doghouse floor. Jock's paw draped protectively over Scamp's back as sleep claimed them.\n\n\n\n\n\nTHE END..\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nFOR NOW\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nAlright guys, for now this is the end, but I plan to do a sequel/spin-off, perhaps exploring Tramp's past. And the day he lost his virginity, etc. And an extra chapter showing how Jock met Rascal and/or the story moving forward, after Angel's arrival into the family. She not knowing anything about Scamp's secret with Jock.\n\nAnyway, tell me what you thought of this story. Did you like it? See you next time 🐶🐾\n\n\n",
"writing_bbcode_parsed": "Jock: No, Scamp, I can't take you with me.
Scamp's ears dropped.
Scamp: But I want to go with you.
Jock: That'll only get me into more trouble.
Scamp gave Jock one last hug.
Scamp: Will we see each other again someday?
Jock: I don't know, Scamp. Well, goodbye.
Scamp remained in silence and watched as Jock walked away. Trusty approaches him and put a comfort paw on his back.
Scamp: He's gone
Trusty: I'm sorry, Scamp
Meanwhile, Lady and Tramp were looking for Scamp when they saw him coming from Jock's yard, his head down, very sad, and sniffling.
Lady: Did you go see Jock?
Tramp: What did I say would happen if you disobeyed us?
Scamp: Don't worry, pop. I won't see him anymore. He's gone.
Tramp and Lady looked at each other, surprised by Scamp's words.
Lady: What do you mean, Scamp?
Scamp: He's left. Forever. I'm going to bed. Please don't disturb me. I'm sad.
hours later..
It's dinner time. Lady and Tramp stood in the kitchen, watching their daughters bound happily toward their bowls full of kibble. Annette, Danielle, and Collette dug in with wagging tails. But Scamp's bowl sat untouched. Tramp's ears twitched as he scanned the empty space beside his sisters.
He turned to the girls
Tramp: Where's Scamp?"
Annette paused mid-bite, crumbs clinging to her muzzle.
Annette: He's in his basket. Just lying there.
Collette added softly.
Collette: He's very sad because Uncle Jock left.
Lady exchanged a worried glance with Tramp, and together they padded toward the living room where Scamp's basket sat in shadow.
Lady approached the curled form, her tail low.
Lady: Scamp, your favorite kibble is waiting for you.
Scamp didn't lift his head from his paws, his voice muffled and thick.
Scamp: I'm not hungry. Please leave me alone.
Tramp: Enough, Scamp. You better get up now if you don't want me to...
Lady: Tramp, Tramp, calm down.
Lady turns her gaze to Scamp, patting her pup on the head.
Lady: We'll leave your bowl in the kitchen. When you want to eat, you eat, okay, sweetie?
Scamp: Okay, Mom.
The night deepened, the house settling into silence. Scamp's untouched bowl sat cold in the kitchen as moonlight filtered through the window. He stared at the wall, replaying Jock's final embrace—the warmth of his fur, the tremor in his voice saying goodbye.
In the next morning, Scamp lay motionless in his basket, the vibrant pup who once leaped at sunrise now swallowed by stillness. A hollow ache gnawed at his belly, hunger twisting inside him. But the memory of kibble tasted like ash. He pictured Jock’s face instead: the sorrow in his eyes, the bandage on his nose.
Lady padded over, nudging a fresh bowl toward him. The scent of kibble filled the air. Tramp was behind her.
Lady (whispering): Scamp. Please, just one bite..
Scamp turned his head away, burying his nose in the blanket.
Scamp: I don’t want it.
Tramp: Son, you need to eat or you will starve to death.
Scamp: it's better this way. Without Uncle Jock my life doesn't make sense.
Tramp: Scamp, do not joke about such things.
Days passed, and Scamp remained sad and without eating. Lady and Tramp were worried about his pup. They didn't know what to do to convince him, and forcing him to eat wasn't a good idea either. Finally, Jim Dear and Darling noticed the change in their usually energetic pup and grew increasingly concerned. They couldn't shake the feeling that something serious was going on.
Jim Dear approached Scamp, patting his fur.
Jim Dear: What's wrong, boy? Why aren't you eating?
Scamp, lying in his basket, looked up with sad eyes and just whined, his tail barely twitching.
Darling: Maybe we should take him to the vet, honey.
Later, in the vet's waiting room filled with meowing cats and whining dogs, Scamp lay limp on the cold metal table. Vanessa, the kind-hearted vet, walked in with a gentle smile.
Vanessa: Hello, Scamp. How are you feeling today?
Scamp whines.
Vanessa: I understand, buddy. Let's check you out.
Vanessa, began her examination, her gentle touch a stark contrast to Scamp's internal turmoil. She listened to his heart and felt his stomach, her professional demeanor masking her concern. Despite his lack of physical symptoms, it was clear that the pup was suffering.
Vanessa: Darling, Jim, can you come in for a moment?
Jim Dear and Darling looked at each other with hopeful eyes as they walked into the exam room. Vanessa expression was serious.
Vanessa: Physically, Scamp is fine. But emotionally, he's a mess. He's lost weight, and his spirits are as low as his tail. For some reason he is very sad. Perhaps it's depression.
Jim Dear: Do animals have depression?
Vanessa: Yes. It's rare but possible, especially after loss. Has anything changed in his routine? A missing friend or toy?
Darling and Jim Dear thought for a while. Then Jim Dear remembered something.
Jim Dear: Jock.
Vanessa: Excuse me?
Jim Dear: Our neighbor's Scottish Terrier. He's been missing for about a week. Scamp used to play with him daily in their yard. I didn't know he loved him that much.
Vanessa's expression softened with understanding. She stroked Scamp's drooping ears.
Vanessa: Separation anxiety can be devastating for dogs. If Jock reappears, Scamp might recover naturally.
Outside the clinic, Lady and Tramp eavesdropped through the cracked door, fur prickling. Vanessa’s gentle suggestion—*if Jock reappears*—echoed like a death sentence. They’d exiled the cure.
Lady: We have no other choice, Tramp. We have to find him.
Tramp nods.
Back home, Lady and Tramp padded across the dew-slick grass toward Trusty’s doghouse. The old bloodhound lifted his head, eyes blinking slowly as they approached.
Trusty: Lady? Tramp? Any problem?
Lady’s voice trembled.
Lady: We need to find Jock. Urgently.
Trusty: What do you want with him? He’s gone and he’ll never touch Scamp again.
Tramp stepped forward, his voice low and urgent.
Tramp: We need him to be back.
Trusty blinked, his wrinkled muzzle tightening in disbelief. He was confused and surprised to hear that. After what Tramp has done to his best friend, showing himself to be adamant, Trusty was trying to understand why Tramp had changed his mind.
Trusty: Do you want him back?
Lady nodded, and then she begins to explain the whole situation.
Trusty: Poor kid.
Tramp cut in sharply, his gaze fixed on Trusty.
Tramp: Do you know where Jock is?
The old bloodhound only took a moment before lowering his nose to the damp grass.
Trusty: He can't be too far away. Let's go find him.
Trusty began tracing Jock's scent through the neighborhood, Lady and Tramp close behind. The trail led them downtown, past bustling shops and alleys thick with garbage.
Tramp: Trusty, are we getting close?
Trusty: Yes. This way. Follow me.
They reached the shadowed arch of a bridge.
There, curled against cold concrete, lay Jock.
Trusty rushed forward, his voice cracking.
Trusty: Jock, my old friend!
Jock scrambled up, eyes wide with disbelief.
Jock: Trusty? What are you doing here?
The old bloodhound gave him a fierce hug, tears streaking his muzzle.
Trusty: Please come home.
He rasped, his voice thick with emotion. Jock pulled back, eyes shadowed.
Jock: I can't. I need to stay away from Scamp.
Suddenly, Tramp stepped from the gloom beneath the bridge, Lady beside him.
Tramp: What if we ask you to come back?
Jock flinched as if struck, staring at them in disbelief.
Jock: Lady? Tramp? Why are you here?
Lady: We need you to come back home.
Tramp: Scamp misses you.
Jock's ears flattened against his skull, confusion warring with suspicion.
Jock: You guys are kidding, right?
Tramp: No, not at all.
Jock: You threatened to kill me if I touched him again! What made your mind so suddenly?
Lady stepped forward, her voice thick with desperation and she begins to explain the whole situation.
Jock's breath hitched, his eyes widening in horror. The thought of Scamp wasting away pierced through his defenses.
Jock: Oh my Scamp
He staggered back, paws trembling against the cold concrete. The bandage on his nose felt suddenly trivial.
Tramp: We’ll talk better at home. Come on.
Jock nodded mutely, falling into step beside Trusty. The journey back was silent, thick with unspoken dread.
As he approached his residence, Jock couldn’t hide his excitement at returning. His paws moved faster, tail lifting for the first time in days.
Jock: It’s so good to be back.
His heart pounded as he approached Lady and Tramp’s house. Arriving in the backyard, he saw Scamp’s sisters, who were happy to see him again. Annette bounded forward first, her bark sharp with surprise.
Annette: Mom, Dad? You made up with Uncle Jock!
Lady and Tramp exchanged a tense glance before Tramp dipped his head.
Tramp: Yeah, we did.
Danielle nudged closer, ears perked.
Danielle: Will he be able to see Scamp again?
Lady’s voice softened.
Lady: Of course. Where’s your brother?
Collette pointed toward the house, her tail drooping.
Collette: He’s in the basket. Still won’t eat.
Trusty, Lady, Jock, and Tramp entered the dim living room. Jock rushed ahead, ignoring the others as he reached Scamp’s basket. The pup lay curled like a shadow. Jock leaned down, licking Scamp’s face with urgent tenderness.
Jock: Scamp, get up, boy.
Scamp’s eyes fluttered open, dull and unfocused. He recognized the voice instantly, a whimper escaping him.
Scamp: Uncle Jock… is that you?
Jock nuzzled him, warmth flooding his touch.
Jock: Yes, kid, it’s me.
Scamp trembled, disbelief warring with fragile hope.
Scamp: Isn’t this a dream?
Jock pressed closer, his breath warm against Scamp’s ear.
Jock: No, kid, it’s me in the flesh.
Scamp’s tail gave a feeble thump against the basket, color seeping back into his gaze.
Scamp: Uncle Jock, please never leave. I need you.
Jock’s promise was a low, fierce rumble.
Jock: Never again, kid. This time I’m here to stay.
Scamp’s voice cracked.
Scamp: But what about Mom and pop?
At that moment, Tramp stepped forward.
He met Scamp’s anxious stare, his own expression unreadable. He moved closer, the weight of his decision settling between them. Tramp’s gaze shifted to Jock, then back to Scamp.
Tramp: We won’t separate you two again.
Scamp’s tail thumped weakly against the basket.
Scamp: Does that mean… can Uncle Jock and I play the forbidden game?
Jock froze, ears flattening. He braced for Tramp’s roar. Instead, Tramp chuckled—a low, rumbling sound that startled the room.
Tramp: Kid, I never cared about your ‘games’.
Lady’s jaw dropped. Trusty tilted his head, baffled. Jock stared him, disbelieving.
Jock: Excuse me?
Tramp stared at Scamp.
Tramp: Scamp… I wasn’t much older than you when I lost my virginity.
Silence thickened. Then Tramp’s gaze drifted, distant.
Lady’s eyes widened further. Tramp flicked his tail dismissively.
Trusty cleared his throat, breaking the tension.
Trusty: Well, Seems we’ve all got secrets thicker than molasses in July.
He chuckled, shaking his head.
Scamp: Is that true Pop? Did you really play the forbidden game as a pup?
Tramp’s ears twitched, a rare flicker of embarrassment in his eyes.
Tramp: Yep, son. Had a friend named Bus— uh, I mean, I had a friend my age and we played the adult game as puppies and we promise not to tell anyone.
Jock: So you really don't care about it?
Tramp: Nope.
Jock: So why did you act like that? With all that aggression, as if you were radically against it?
Tramp: Well, I had to pretend to be against it in front of Lady. She didn't agree.
Jock: But you hit me hard in the nose. And I could see the anger in your eyes.
Tramp: I apologize for that.
Jock: You're forgiven.
Actually, Tramp was really mad at Jock. The reason was jealousy. He was planning to take his son's virginity first, but Jock messed it up. Tramp decided to keep this detail to himself.
Tramp: Scamp, you and Jock can stay together and play grown-up games, but this has to stay among the five of us. No one else can know about this, and you two don't do anything in front of someone else to raise suspicions.
Scamp: Okay, Pop. But what about my sisters? Can they know? Can they play the grown-up game?
Scamp asked that, playing innocent. He remembered the time he had sex with his sisters and his parents doesn't know anything about it.
Lady: No, I want their innocence preserved.
Scamp: Okay.
Trusty: Uh, but what about Si and Am? They might gossip.
Tramp: That's true. But, no problem. We'll talk to them. right, Pidge?
Lady: Yeah, we'll sort it out.
Little did they know that Si and Am were near the window eavesdropping on their conversation.
Tramp: Son, since Jock is here, can you eat now?
Scamp: Okay, pop.
Scamp ran to the kitchen and started barking and wagging his tail at Jim Dear and Darling, who noticed his excitement. They put out some kibble on his bowl for him, and Scamp began eating like a lion, his tail wagging excitedly.
Jim Dear: Wow, I wonder if what I'm thinking of has happened?
Suddenly Jock appears in the kitchen.
Darling: It's Jock, he's back.
Jim Dear patted the Scottish terrier on the head.
Lady and Tramp saw their son eating and smiled. Then they headed toward the front door. Then Lady asked:
Lady: Who was the friend you lost your virginity to?
Tramp: It's a dog you don't know.
Lady: What's her name?
Tramp hadn't made it clear whether it was boy or girl, but Lady thought it was female.
Tramp: I'm sorry Pidge. We promised to keep it a secret. I can't tell anyone.
Lady: Not even me? Your wife?
Tramp: No.
Tramp and Lady approached Si and Am, who were lounging on the porch railing. Si flicked his tail lazily.
Si: Well, well. Look who’s back—Jock. And Scamp’s suddenly eating? How… convenient.
Am stretched, claws unsheathing.
Am: We know what you going to ask us. We've heard everything.
Tramp’s gaze hardened.
Tramp: You’ll keep quiet about everything.
Si’s eyes gleamed.
Si: Oh, we will. But secrets this dirty? They’re too heavy to carry for free.
Lady stepped forward, hackles rising.
Lady: Are you gonna blackmail us?
Si tilted his head.
Si: Call it… insurance.
Am purred low in his throat.
Tramp growled.
Tramp: What do you want?
Am's whiskers twitched.
Am: For now? Nothing. But one day… we might need you.
The cats exchanged a look before vanishing into the bushes. Tramp watched them go, his voice a low snarl.
Tramp: That’s why I hate cats. they're all the same—sly, selfish, rotten to the core.
Lady nudged him, her eyes worried.
Lady: Do you think they’ll gossip?
Tramp sighed.
Tramp: I hope not.
Inside the kitchen, Scamp devoured his kibble with frantic gulps, tail thumping against the floor. Jock watched him, relief softening his features. The pup paused, panting, crumbs clinging to his muzzle.
Scamp: Uncle Jock?
Jock nuzzled him gently.
Jock: Yeah, kid?
Scamp’s ears drooped. He lowered his voice to a whisper.
Scamp: I gotta tell you something.
Jock tilted his head.
Scamp: I played the adult game with my sisters.
Jock: Did you?
Scamp nodded, avoiding Jock’s gaze.
Scamp: After Mom and Pop forbade me to see you… I was so sad. Annette, Danielle, and Collette wanted to help. They promised to help me to sneak out if… if I taught them the forbidden game.
Jock’s expression softened further. He licked Scamp’s forehead.
Jock: Did you have fun?
Scamp’s tail gave a hesitant wag.
Scamp: Yeah. But it wasn’t like with you. It felt… different. Like playing fetch.
Jock chuckled softly.
Jock: As long as they enjoyed it too, kid. That’s what matters.
Scamp leaned closer, urgency in his whisper.
Jock: But Lady can’t know! She wanted them innocent.
Later that afternoon, Tramp and Lady sat side by side on the porch, watching the sunset paint the sky in shades of peach and violet. The air was cool, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant rain. Lady shifted, her gaze lingering on Tramp’s profile.
Lady: Tramp?
Tramp: Hmm?
Lady: We’ve been together for a while now. You’ve told me stories about Peg and your other girlfriends, about your life on the streets…
Tramp stiffened almost imperceptibly.
Lady: But you’ve never talked about your childhood. Your parents. Siblings.
Silence stretched. Tramp stared at the horizon, jaw tight.
Lady: And your real name. It can’t be Tramp. No one names their pup Tramp.
Tramp’s ears flattened. The mention of parents and siblings felt like claws digging into old wounds. He swallowed hard.
Tramp: There’s nothing worth telling.
His puppyhood had some tough moments, but at least one good thing was meeting the puppy he lost his virginity to.
Tramp: What about you? How did you end up here?
Lady sighed, recognizing the deflection.
Lady: I already told you that story. Jim bought me as a Christmas gift for Darling.
Inside, Jim Dear’s voice echoed through the house.
Jim Dear: Dinner time!
The Lady, Tramp and pups scrambled toward the kitchen, paws skidding on polished floors. Kibble filled their bowls and Scamp devoured with newfound vigor, his tail wagging furiously.
Later, shadows deepened as the household settled. Tramp yawned, stretching beside Lady. Scamp padded over, ears perked.
Scamp: Mom? Pop? Can I sleep with Uncle Jock tonight?
Lady exchanged a glance with Tramp.
Lady: Of course, honey.
Tramp nodded.
Scamp dashed toward Jock’s doghouse, heart pounding. Inside, Jock greeted him with a low wag. The Scottish terrier’s eyes softened.
Scamp: Uncle Jock, I came to sleep with you!
Jock tilted his head, a playful glint in his eyes.
Jock: Just sleep?
Scamp nuzzled him eagerly.
Scamp: Of course not! Playing the adult game too.
They pressed close, sharing a deep, lingering kiss—a silent celebration of their newfound freedom. Scamp trembled with excitement, his puppy penis already stiffening against Jock’s belly fur. The thrill of doing this without fear of being caught by Lady or Tramp made his tail thump wildly against the doghouse floor.
Scamp pulled back slightly, panting.
Scamp: Uncle Jock, can I ask you a question?
Jock: Yes
Scamp: What happened to Rascal?
Rascal was the puppy Jock mentioned earlier he had a loving bond with before he started dating Scamp.
Jock: Why do you want to know about this?
Scamp: Nothing. I just wanted to know how he's like and where he is.
Jock: Well, he's a Dalmatian puppy, and you must know his owner. It's Vanessa.
Scamp: Really?
Jock: Yep I visit him recently when I left, and he already has someone else to play grown-up games with. Toby, Vanessa's other dog.
But forget about him. let's have sex.
Scamp: Do you know any new way? Something we haven’t done?
Jock paused, considering. Then he rolled onto his back, exposing the soft slit of his sheath beneath his belly fur.
Jock: Try this. Put your weenie right here—inside my sheath hole.
Scamp’s eyes widened with curiosity. He clambered onto Jock’s belly, aligning his small, hard penis with the warm opening. Slowly, he pushed inside. The snug, wet heat enveloped him, drawing a sharp gasp from both of them. Jock’s hind leg twitched involuntarily.
Scamp thrust tentatively at first, then faster as pleasure coiled in his belly. But Jock’s knot began swelling inside its sheath, thickening against Scamp’s shaft. With each push, the pressure grew tighter, hotter—until Jock’s knot surged fully erect, forcing Scamp’s penis out with a slick pop. Scamp whined at the sudden loss, collapsing onto Jock’s chest. The terrier nuzzled him apologetically.
Jock: Sorry, kid. My knot’s got a mind of its own hehe
Scamp chuckled
Scamp: It’s okay. That was fun. Warm and tight.
Jock: Ok. Let's try something else. How about... uh.. the 69 position?
Scamp tilted his head, ears perked.
Scamp: What's that?
Jock rolled onto his side, nudging Scamp with his nose.
Jock: You lie belly-down on top of me. Your weenie goes in my mouth, mine in yours.
Scamp scrambled onto Jock's belly, their bodies aligning in the dim doghouse. Jock's thick cock pressed against Scamp's muzzle while Scamp's own stiff puppyhood nudged Jock's lips.
Jock: I have an idea. Let's play the game. Whoever makes the other cum first wins.
Scamp: Deal!
Scamp dove forward, swallowing Jock's length with eager slurps. The terrier gasped, hips bucking as Scamp's tongue swirled around his knot. Meanwhile, Jock took Scamp's smaller shaft deep, sucking rhythmically. Scamp whimpered around Jock's cock—the dual sensations overwhelming. Jock's thrusts grew frantic, his balls tightening. With a guttural groan, he erupted thick ropes down Scamp's throat.
Jock: Oh god... I lose!
Scamp pulled back, panting.
Scamp: But you didn't finish me!
Jock grinned, licking his lips.
Jock: Fair's fair.
He resumed sucking Scamp's twitching cock, slower now. Scamp trembled, unused to the prolonged pleasure. Suddenly, few warmth drops flooded Jock's mouth—thin, sweet streams of puppy seed. Scamp had had orgasms before but it was dry orgasms and for the first time he had released his own seed.
Scamp: I... I came?
Jock swallowed, nuzzling him.
Jock: Told you you'd grow into it.
They curled together, Scamp's head resting on Jock's chest. Outside, moonlight silvered the garden. Scamp traced circles on Jock's fur.
Scamp: Love you, Uncle Jock.
Jock: Love you more, kid.
Scamp: Promise we'll never be apart?
Jock: Promise.
Their breathing synced, slow and deep. In the quiet, Scamp's tail thumped once—a soft drumbeat of contentment against the doghouse floor. Jock's paw draped protectively over Scamp's back as sleep claimed them.
THE END..
FOR NOW
Alright guys, for now this is the end, but I plan to do a sequel/spin-off, perhaps exploring Tramp's past. And the day he lost his virginity, etc. And an extra chapter showing how Jock met Rascal and/or the story moving forward, after Angel's arrival into the family. She not knowing anything about Scamp's secret with Jock.
Anyway, tell me what you thought of this story. Did you like it? See you next time 🐶🐾
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