Hello Little Tales readers,

It's me Velvet Tenderpaw again, your favorite vacation destination reporter, and today I have a honeymoon interview with the most adorable couple on the nudist beach here down here in the Islands of the Keys. Now, let's get to know our special guests, Mister Roger Scott and Mister Ollie Scott.

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"I knew I loved him as soon as I laid eyes on him," the old german shepherd said to me. Roger was a bit soft around the middle, but he still had muscle to his arms and legs. His muzzle was going a little gray, and his eyes were filled with a joy that almost seemed to make him sparkle as he recounted the tale. "I hadn't been with anyone romantically since my wife died a few years ago. Sure, I had the occasional hookup, but I didn't feel that heart pounding love for someone again until I saw him." Roger said as he adjusted himself, his cock already starting to peek from his sheath. 

"The second he walked into my classroom, I knew I'd found my soulmate," the older german shepherd said dreamily as he looked down at the young dalmatian boy on his lap. They were both naked before me, sitting on a towel spread out on the beach. Ollie was resting in the older dog's lap, turned to the side so he could get a good look at me. The ocean waves lapped in the distance, while I sat across from them in the sand on my own towel. Around us happy couples were either relaxing, playing, breeding, or just enjoying the sun. 

The young naked pup squirmed as I turned my attention to him.

"So what did you think of Roger when you saw him, Ollie?" I asked, smiling as I set the mic for my recorder down in the sand between us to pick them both up a bit better. 

The dalmatian was blushing, his white fur turning almost pink, and the older stud dog rubbed along his back. The german shepherd would occasionally let his paw drift down to fidget with the butt plug that I'd seen in the pup earlier. 

"Uhh, I dunno, I was really nervous. My foster mom Janace dropped me off, and it was the first school I'd been to since... well, since I started living with her," he said, his eyes casting down. The older german shepherd leaned in and nuzzled at the young pup's ear, and whispered something that made the pup wag and nod his head. Roger pulled back, and Ollie continued. 

"I was so scared, but he made me feel safe," the pup said looking up at the older dog and smiling, "Like, that first day, some other kids made fun of me for my clothes as recess, saying I looked poor, and even shoving me around. I ran off and I ended up crying in the stairwell. But Mr. Scott... Err, I mean, Roger found me. He told me not to listen to them, and that my clothes were just fine. He said I looked cool even," The pup said, before leaning into the older man, and nuzzling his fluffy chest. 

"Every day he made me feel really special, he'd talk to me, even share his lunch sometimes. He had intresting stuff like spicy fried chicken or sushi. Then one day, he asked me if I wanted to go on a date, and I was, like: really with me? And he was, like: of course, you're a handsome smart pup." The dalmatian's tail started to wag quicker at this, "And I was, like: I'd love to! So he asked foster mom Janace, she said yes, and well, the rest is history."

Roger chuckled and leaned down to kiss between the boy's ears. 

"I know, it's somewhat frowned upon for a teacher to date their student, but he was just so cute that I couldn't resist. So after okaying the date with his foster mother, I started whisking him away for dinner on weekends to the bottomless district."

"Oh?" I ask, "and what was that like for you, Ollie? Did you like going on those dates?" I asked, before adjusting to let more of the sun cast down on my naked body. 

"Yeah! I liked them a lot," the pup's tail wagged rapidly behind him. "He took me out to eat all kinds of things. Like Korean Barbeque, raman, and a place where they brought meat around on swords. That place was so cool," he said dreamily as he recounted the tale.  

"I think he gained ten pounds just in that first two weeks," Roger said with a chuckle as he squeezed the pup's tummy, making him giggle. 

"That's so cute, but I was more curious about what you thought of the bottomless district," I clarified.

"Oh!" He said excitedly. "It was really weird at first, and I kept wanting to cover my uh... crotch... but I saw other pups my age, and eventually I started to really like it. It felt really freeing to feel the wind against my sheath. It was also really fun to see how other people's bodies were shaped. I had no idea balls could get that big or sheaths that thick. I'd also never seen a girl's uh," he squirmed a bit, blushing and looking down, "flower before. Mr. S... err, Roger, said he has a son who will let me try one, and I can't wait." His own little cock was poking from his sheath now, and his husband reached down with the hand that had his wedding ring and gave the small package a squeeze. 


Myself and Roger both chuckled at his excitement. 

"My eldest son has a daughter about Scott's age, and we're planning a little playday when I get back." Scott explained. "Who knows? I might end up with another son that's a little bit of him and a little bit of me." He teased. The puppy just squirmed a bit, but the wag of his tail told me how much he liked the idea. 

"Oh very fun," I said with a soft smile. "That's a good segway to my next question, did you decide to wait until you were married before you had sex or did you do so while you dated?" I asked, my own modest husky cock peeking out of it's white creamy sheath. 

"Oh heavens no," Roger said waving me away, "as if I could resist an ass like this?" He said as he grabbed his smaller husband, and bent him over his knee, which gave me a wonderful view of the pup's spotted rump and the jeweled buttplug that rested there. I recognized the style, it was one from the King Charle's line, this one was the Happy Honeymoon, which was designed to make sure any pup would be able to take his or her new husband anytime. 

"Mister Scott," the puppy said giggling, "do you have to show everyone my butt?"

"Of course, and remember honey, you're "Mr. Scott" now too. So call me: Roger, husband, or Daddy."

"Yes Daddy," the boy said, his tail wagging as he scrambled back to sitting on his groom's knee. 

"So how did it start?" I ask. 

"Oh how it always does, I suppose," Roger said with a dreamy sigh, "I knew my little pup was a virgin, so I took things slow. Almost painfully so in my dick's opinion. My bone wanted a home, but I knew I needed to set the foundation first. So I started simple, giving him kisses, little licks, getting him used to my paws on my body. At school, I'd give his little rump a grab when I could, and eventually while on our dates, I'd finger his tight hole. He'd always get so blushy when a waitress would come by and see where my paws were. I also made sure to blow him a lot too, his little knotted cock in my muzzle, painting it white with his little squirts. The little horn ball even started asking me for them at school."

"Daaaddy," the boy whined, blushing hard, "you said that was a secret!" 

"Only at the time, but we're married now sweetie, it doesn't matter anymore," he nuzzled between his husband's ears. He looked at me and smiled, "you know how parents sometimes get weirded out when the teacher is only fucking one boy in the class and not them all, they begin to say I'll play favorites, so I wanted to keep it private." 

"Makes sense," I said taking a sip from my frozen drink a bottomless otter waiter had dropped off, "So what made you decide to pop the question?"

"Well, it was after one of our dates in the spring. I knew he'd be moving to the next grade soon, and I started to wonder if we'd still be as close after. I had arranged for him to sleep over at my place that night, and when we got home I took out the canine dildo I'd put in at the start of the date and I took him to my bed," the older dog explained as he began to slowly rub the dalmation's stomach above his lipsticking sheath. "I'd been working his hole up for months for this, getting him used to taking bigger and bigger things until they were almost the size of my cock." 

"Yeah," the pup interrupted, "he was always so careful with me. He gave me a few toys to use at home, and I always had fun using them on camera for him or with him in person. But the best part was, I knew he wanted me to feel special, happy, and safe. No one has ever made me feel like that," the pup panted as the belly rubs made his cock grow stiff. 

"Well that's how you should make someone you love feel," he said in a soft tender rumble, before nosing the side of the boy's snout. The dog took the spotted dog's tender cock in his paw and started to slowly stroke it. The pup just looked down shyly, a big smile on his muzzle.

"Anyway," Roger continued, "I laid him down on the bed, gave him some belly kisses, and then stripped us both fully naked. I cuddled with him, letting him feel my fur against his, and just explored every part of his smaller body. I grabbed the lube, slicked up my cock, pressed his knees to his chest, and I sank into that bit of pink between his cheeks." He told me with a lustful growl, his own cock and mine were hard now as the pup panted in his lap. "It was electric. My cock felt home. I bred him softly, trying to drag out every minute as his boy bone bounced between us. He was moaning and squirming under me," the german shepherd recounted. 

As he talked the pup in his lap reached back and worked out the jeweled plug, and he got down on his paws and knees between myself and his new husband. The older dog growled softly, and he got on his knees behind the pup. I watched that thick dog cock slip into that ready hole, cum from earlier clearly still lubing the way. I myself, was leaking onto my beach towel now. I watched as he started to slowly fuck his young husband on the beach where anyone could see. 

"I watched the look of pure ecstasy cross over his face as I bred him. In and out, enjoying his sweet hole, my knot already starting to knock against his little ring," Roger growled. 

He locked eyes with me, and smirked. He gestured at his husband's muzzle, and I kindly took him up on his offer dear readers. I got on my knees in front of Ollie, and he wrapped his soft lips around my husky cock, getting a wag from my curled tail as his skilled lips slid over my shaft and his soft paw slowly slid around where my knot would form. I admired the wedding ring on his finger, just a simple band of gold that matched his husband's. It made the whole thing just seem extra naughty.

"I took in every moment, watching every line on his face as I popped his cherry thoroughly. I eventually hunched over him, hugging him close to me just to feel him against me. I felt his dick flex against my belly, and his insides clamp down on my dick as his tiny little squirts began to shoot into my fur. I growled, and knotted him then, filling his bowls with my cum." The puppy below him was moaning around my cock now. I watched the older man reach down and grab his own knot to be careful so he wouldn't tie as he thrust in and out, he grunted, and I smelled his wonderful scent on the air. The puppy's muzzle began to flutter like little butterfly wings around my dick, and he let out a soft whine as the sound of cum shooting from his puppy prick hit the sand. The older man behind him grunted, fucking him through his orgasm, before he thrust in and burried his bone in as hard as he could without tying, and he came deep into the boy's spotted rump. 


"I looked down at him," the older dog continued, "His fur was messy, he looked dreamy, and he'd never looked more handsome than he did under me then. That's when I knew, he needed to be mine forever. I asked him right then if he'd marry me, and he said yes. Tears in his eyes, as he became mine for now until the end of time," he said. 

I came after that, my own cock filling the young lad's muzzle. I sighed happily, and rubbed between the little dalmatian's ears as his husband rubbed along his back. 

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Well dear readers, they're just adorable aren't they? I know I'll be sure to follow up with them a year from now to see where their lives have gone. I might even try to get them for a photoshoot at our studio. 

But anyway, I hope you all can find the pup or stud dog that can fill that hole in your life. As always, it's been an honor. 

-Velvet Tenderpaw