BIRTHDAY BASH AND SMASH 
Party Time! 
Excitement always built quickly, at 101 Dalmatian Street. With every pup in the huge house always poised to react to a ‘trigger word’, a lot of ruckus was expected at any time when they were uttered. It was always nothing short of chaotic when it was a planned special event. In a good way.  
There were a lot of birthdays in this house. With a family built of groups of pups from two different parents come together, and even more adopted, it was understandable that there could be a celebration for one or more of them nearly every other week. And the loving parents of the household were always sure to make each and every one of their beloved kids feel special on their days.  
So today found the houses main rooms decked out in streamers, balloons, banners... and a special assortment of overhead color lights, strobes, and even a hanging disco ball, revolving to shine off colorful flashes over the room packed with occupants. 
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CATE!” came the loud chorus from the crowd of dogs packed into the room, led by Doug and Delilah, Mom and Dad to the whole of the room, who hugged the sheepishly grinning mixed pup between them, squeezing his sides and petting through his fluffy spotted fur, to the tail-wagging delight of their recipient. The Dalsky leaned his head to nuzzle against each of his parents, a slightly misty look to his eyes as all his siblings cheered for hIm.  
With the opening well-wishes sounded, just a bit off to the side, DJ sat at his keyboard station and took to his queue, starting up a blare of fast beat dance music, to a cheer from all the pups in the room. The lights began to shift and move, and many of the pups broke into wild, energetic dancing.  
Released from the double hug by his parents, Cate was able to get a better look around at what had been set up just for him. The room had been set up by Dylan, Dolly and Dawkins, with advice from DJ on the layout, with wide floor space and lend itself to the pup’s favorite pastime, a lively rave party. A table held a spread of the best dog snacks in the house, centered with an enormous Kibble Cake with happy birthday wishes in multi-colored frosting across it. Next to that, a table laden with trinkets and gifts of all sorts from his siblings, and friends who had attended the party.  
The pups who hadn’t immediately broken into dance were moving about, many of them bustling up to Cate to give him their own little gifts, or much like Dizzy and Dee-Dee, jump upon him for the biggest squeezing hugs they could achieve with their small sizes. The mix would hardly go a few seconds without being showered in affection from his family all around him. He also saw around that several of his friends from around the neighborhood had turned up and were milling about talking. Across the room, Hansel Husky and Roxy Rottweiler were having a conversation with Dylan while he wrangled a number of smaller pups back toward the dancing space. In another corner, Dolly was having what looked like a very enthusastic conversation with another Dalmatian that Cate had only seen around a few times, but didn’t know personally. She had gold-rimmed round spectacles that tinted over her striking amber eyes, and she wore a bright yellow collar. She was talking back at Dolly with what seemed to be a matching excited energy, and with the pair of them making their hand guestures, he figured they were probably talking about stunt skateboarding or some other exciting activity they’d get up to later. 
The star-powered triplets, Destiny, Dallas and Déjà Vu sauntered up to him with a giggle and a filled basket, a big assortment of luxurious-looking grooming products, shampoos and scents. They looked smugly proud of themselves as they pressed the gift to him. “Happy Birthday, Cate! Hope you’ll like them. They’re alllll the rage with the scene dogs now!” Chirped Dallas, who was followed by her sister Destiny, “They’ll get your coat super sleek, and the scent is craaazy hot with models!” Then Déjà Vu pipped up with “Fluffy Fur Smell makes the boys go Woooah!!” and the three girls gave him a hug before scampering off, leaving Cate a little flushed in his cheeks, seeing that his sisters seemed to have given him product that he could use to make himself more enticing to cute boys. His inclinations were certainly not any secret to his family, and it was not the first time he’d been given advice or items that his siblings thought would help him in his ‘romantic pursuits’.  
Setting aside the basket, he was next approached by a pair of peppy pups, one his colorfully splotched sister DaVinci, and she was accompanied by a taller pup with big floppy ears, bright happy eyes, and a piece of blue ribbon tied round her neck that served as a collar, one of his newer adopted sisters, Dippy. They smiled him down and held up a box with a big green ribbon on it. “Happy Birthday, Cate! Thought you could use some more fur-dyes for your next big gig with DJ! They won’t fade until washed out, not like the ones we used before...” DaVinci beamed at him. Dippy idly scratched at an ear before chiming in, “The stylist guy we got ‘em from said they could even taste like fruits when they’re applied on the fur, but I think he’s wrong, didn’t taste like anything when I licked them off of...” “HEY, Dippy, Lets go on and grab some of the snacks, huh?” interrupted the beet-red DaVinci, who then pressed the present into Cate’s grasp and grappled the confused looking Dippy and tugging her off, while she spouted out another Happy Birthday to the Dalsky, who was calling back his appreciative thanks to his sisters.  
Cate found himself facing a line of siblings and friends who had turned up to wish him the best, keeping the boy in a constant state of feeling loved, a happy flush in his face and a wagging tail. He was given a few more lovely gifts, and quite a few hugs and kisses. Near the end of the line, a tall teen Dalmatian with a large splotch of black fur across his back, a tattered right ear, and a pair of cut scars across his cheek. He was holding a box wrapped in sparkly paper and waited for a turn to speak with the mix pup. When he came up, he offered a warm smile for him. “Hey there, Fluff. Happy Birthday. Got a little something here that DJ helped me pick out for you. Hope you like it.”  
Setting the box down in front of him, he let the Dalsky tear open the wrapping paper to reveal the case inside was full of an assortment of colorful beads, charms and stringing tools for crafting. “DJ said you needed more stuff to make your ‘Kandi’ for trading.” 
Cate’s fluffy tail was wagging to the speed it might have helped him achieve takeoff from seated position, and he leaned out to accept the warm hug his cousin offered him, nuzzling against his cheek. “Thanks, Davis. It’s great. I can make a lot of things with this!”  
The older dally gave him a squeeze, peering around, and nudged at him. “Hey, this is a dance party, and you’ve been standing here talking to everyone. Come on, you. You’re comin’ with me!” Davis said as he slid a paw into Cate’s and quickly tugged him off to the center floor and into the start of exuberant dancing, and a cheer went up among all the pups out there as the guest of honor joined them for his first dance, while DJ kicked on his favorite song.  
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The party was exciting and long. More than a few times pups would slip off to down the party snacks or take long drinks to keep themselves going. Delilah and Doug had wandered about some, keeping watch over their partying pups and making sure all was well, and even joined Cate for some dancing, prying him away from Davis who made way for his aunt and uncle to spend time with their birthday boy. Doug had grabbed the mix pup up in his arms and weaved around the room with him, in that embarrassing parent dancing way that he had displayed on a beach in Cornwall.  
Cate had bounced happily from place to place in his party, and after awhile found himself in need of a little break of his own. Gazing about the room, he noticed Mom corralling the Dimitri’s away from the Kibble Cate, which had yet to be cut and served. He noticed that Dad had gone off somewhere. Deciding he’d like some air, Cate slipped away from the party room, headed for the stairs, thinking to go to the roof for air and a view of the open night sky. His eyes still a little over-dazzled from the flashing lights in the other room, he thought to clear his head of the popping starlights. 
On the second landing of stairs, Cate came to a stop, as he caught a whiff of something that filled the air. A scent that was strong and familiar to him, in a way that made him blush in his cheeks, and maybe... tense up elsewhere.  
Distracted from fresh air, the Dalsky sniffed about for the source of the scent, finding it seemed to come from further down the hall of the second floor. The Strong mix that drew him toward his source, piqued his interest... 
The Scent of Warm, Loving Comfort. The scent of Dad.  
And also, the unmistakable scent of musky, throbbing dick.  
Cate found the door to his parent’s room ajar, and he followed his nose right through the crack, and found it there inside, a sight that would make his eyes go wide in shock. 
Doug was within, settled back against the wall, the large, built Dalmatian settled back and allowed his large erection to stand high between his hind legs. He was panting heavily as he worked both of his paws over the length of his shaft, stroking himself over, his dick twitching needily from his movements. He let loose a groan through grit teeth, eyes squeezed shut as he clearly enjoyed a fantasy. 
Cate watched his father rub his paws across the impressive slab of meat that the Dalmatian daddy worked with, understanding at once one of the many reasons that Delilah was so very happy with her husband. If Doug used it as well as he did any other part of his life, Mom was quite a lucky dog indeed.  
The mixed pup stared on from the doorway with fascination, swallowing a lump that had grown in his throat as he eyed his father in secret. His ear twitched as his thoughts recalled some of the household rumors that circulated among the older, more mature pups. Daddy was close with a lot of the pups, they said... very close. None of the others, girl or boy, would confirm anything, much to the frustration of those who wanted confirmation. But Cate knew firsthand that some pups... like Dylan, DJ, and DaVinci... would get a red-faced look of amusement on their faces even as they declined to comment on any of the ‘Personal Days’ they had spent with their father. Even from that, it was hard to confirm anything other than rumor.  
And then, Cate came on a moment to wonder what it could have been that caused his dad to sneak off from the party to handle a spontaneous urge like this. He had been dancing around in his silly dad way, grabbing up pups and swirling round the floor with them to many giggles and delights. He had tugged Delilah close into his arms and the pair had, despite Mum’s embarrassed flush, swayed together in a bump and grind that led to many a feigned cry of disgust from the younger pups watching on. That was probably it, Cate figured. Delilah was beautiful, of course Dad had felt his blood rising after being so close to his wife. But then, she hadn’t been the last one he was close to before he’d left. No, that had been... 
“Nnhhh... Cate... my fluffy little honey...”  
The Dalksy went stiff as a statue as he heard Doug groan out... HIS name. Dad was thinking about HIM right now, as he stroked his dick feverishly. Well... Stiff in shoulder... getting there somewhere else. He stood frozen as he watched the bigger dog lean back against the wall, splaying open his legs as he worked himself over good, his legs splayed open and offering his watcher a good look at the full, heavy sac that hung to the floor beneath the throbbing shaft. Doug huffed and groaned, tongue lolling outward, just ready to blow, when he eyes cracked open, and peered into the doorway.  
And then they bolted open wide as he caught sight of the object of his fantasy, his son, watching him from the entrance, slack-jawed with just a small line of drool, and his eyes glued onto the Dalmatian’s cock... and there wasn’t any holding it back anymore. Doug let loose a pained moan as his shaft pulsed and twitched under his paw, and thick lines of seed spewed from the tip, across the floor before him, and he slumped back, twitching from his climax, and yet still keeping his eyes on the pup just a short ways off. Seconds later when he was able to catch his breath, he gasped out, “Cate... I... uhm...”  
The Dalmatian mix, who had ‘til then been lost to his shock, shook himself from his stupor, and swallowed the lump in his throat. He slipped into the room, kicking the door closed with a back paw. He felt the weight of his sheath filling out between his legs, and the younger dog slipped into a saunter that might have bordered on teasingly showy as he approached his adoptive father, with a sweet smile on his face. His soft brown eyes fell onto Doug’s limpening dick between his legs, and the pup licked his lips over eagerly. He trailed his gaze upward over his dad, until their eyes met, and Doug’s face expressed a sense of... anticipation? Trepidation? Cate braced himself, taking in a deep breath before he leaned upward and licked across the top of his father’s nose, startling the older dog. 
“I guess the rumors are true, huh, Dad?” he giggled, pressing a paw against the dalmatian’s broad chest to lean up and nuzzle at him.  
Doug visibly relaxed as his adopted pup showed he wasn’t upset by what he’d heard, and showed he was even... his face spread into a grin as he let his paws move to embrace the boy, caressing over his sides, “Yes...I love spending Special Time with all of my Honeys when they’re ready... Mom does too... and how about You, hmm? I hope the talk WE’VE heard are just as true.” He tilted his head and drew Cate up close, lapping a playful kiss across his cheek. “Does my fluffy spots like spending quality time with his brothers?”  
The Dalsky giggled again as his father kissed him, wriggling in his grasp, the fluffed tail wagging excitedly behind him as he stood gazing into those big, happy ey7es. And even still, Cate’s grown erection had not diminished, twitching between his legs as he stared deeply into his father’s eyes, his cheeks flushing hot and red as he coped, “Yeah, Dad... I do.”  
Doug let his paw trail up the pup’s back, caressing his clawtips through the coarse fur, scratching in that oh-so-good way that the mix loved feeling. Tugging him a little closer, Doug’s nose pressing snoot-to-snoot with Cate’s, then slipped forward to steal a quick kiss from his lips, and he spoke in a sultry tone, “Happy Birthday, Cate... Daddy wants to give you a special present now...”, before he tilted his head and let his muzzle meet his son’s own in a warm, loving kiss.  
Cate tensed at the words, then melted like a chocolate as his lips closed with his dad’s. His tail wagged wildly as the rest of him relaxed into the bigger dog’s arms, paws finding places to roam over the muscled form his father kept so well. His eyes slipped shut and he let slip a sweet little croon between their kissing muzzles.   
Doug let his paws roam up and down the mix’s smaller form, letting his claw tips trace patterns through his fur, connecting the spots that dotted over the fluff, reaching for a destination. The dalmatian’s paws came to cup Cate’s rump, then gave those perky cheeks a firm squeeze, eliciting a surprised squeal from the pup, as he was lifted by the butt into the hugging arms. As Doug raised him, he shifted from leaning, rolling the pup to his back, their muzzles parting quickly, dragging a lick over Cate’s lips before drawing up to loom above him. The spotted fluff was left prone, peering up at his pop with a raging erection standing between his splayed legs, paws curled to his chest and looking like the cutest little thing begging for his treat.  
Much as he was tempted to take the plunge right off, Doug was a gentle and caring dog for anyone he played with. Though he was growing up handsomely, Cate was still far too small to skip the preparation, and the Dalmatian licked his lips like he were looking to a juicy piece of meat as he dipped himself downward between his boy’s legs. Cate let a peep of surprise free as he felt the cold tip of Doug’s nose brush up and down the length of his standing dick, and a melting moan as the next thing to feel was the warm wetness of the big dog’s tongue dragging from its base to tip. Gazing down his belly to the face between his legs, Cate could see the eagerly playful grin on Doug’s face as he toyed with him.  
Then he moved further down still. 
“Ahhh!” was all that escaped the Dalsky next, before it melted into a whimpering moan as he felt that wide, flat wetness drag across his tailstar once, then again, and another time. Doug messily worked his tongue across the pucker, leaving a slick trail to ease the way. Cate’s dick throbbed and twitched as it stood, each time he felt another sensation across his hole, the tip already dribbling with its product. Doug took care in his work, probing against the orifice, testing it’s give with presses of his tongue, backing off each time to keep the pup from popping off too soon yet. The room filled with the mixes moans as his dad teased him to an edge five times over with the licking alone.  
After what seemed a torturously long time to him, Cate was able to let out a last moan mixed with a whimper as he felt the tongue retreat from his rump, and his eyes, squeezed shut from the pleasure, peeked open to catch sight of the big Dalmatian coming up poised above him again... gazing down the barrel chest, he could see that Doug’s large length was throbbing rock-solid between his legs once more, and when he traced his gaze back up to meet his dad’s own once again, Doug’s face held pure, wanting lust for him. He leaned down to kiss Cate fiercely once again, giving the pup a taste of himself on his tongue, the weight of the bigger dog coming down to press atop of him, careful and controlled. With shifting pose, Doug pressed the boys' hind legs outward around his hips, feeling the Dalsky’s own stiffness rubbing between the fur of their bellies. Practiced aim would let the pup feel the tapered tip of that large cock press to his slickened hole.  
Doug kept him in that kiss for agonizingly long seconds, licking at his muzzle and pouring his love into the boy beneath him, all while teasingly grinding his tip against his ass. When he pulled his lips away, huffing in a heavy breath, he pressed noses together again and asked him, “Are you ready, honey? You want it?” 
And all the pup could do was mewl out “Yes, Daddy...”, shivering hard beneath him. Doug wouldn’t tease him any longer, and he pressed himself forward, carefully spreading his incredibly tight hole open around his girth, sinking the first of inches past his ring. The moan that Cate let loose as he was speared open could have alerted anyone in the house who might have been outside of the music-filled party downstairs. The Dalksy’s paws gripped and scratched at the muscled chest above him, trying to cling against him as his body accepted the length into him.  
Doug let out hefty grunts between pleasurable groans as he worked his dick into the pup, sinking in with effort inch by inch... and he had a lot of inches. He felt a swell of pride that his Cate seemed to be taking him like a little champ. It wasn’t long before he was buried deep enough to feel the starting bulge of the knot kissing at his tailring, the pup stretched to fit. He rested there, letting his cock twitch and pulse as the hot, incredibly tight tunnel squeezed around him. “Nnnh...  my beautiful boy... d..dog, you feel so good... how you doing?” 
Cate wriggled as much as he could beneath his father, his hind legs twitching and gripping around his hips, his tail wagging so fast between him that Doug almost lost himself laughing as the fluff tickled at his hanging sac. His back arched, and he tried to control the squeezing of his ass as he felt more full than he’d ever been with any other boy he’d played with. “Ahh...! I’m... I’m good, Daddy... please... go on.” 
Doug huffed and kissed Cate’s forehead, “That’s my boy... here we go...” He drew his hips back, dragging several inches of his thick cock back, just enough to allow him room to drive back into him, eliciting another gasping moan from his son beneath. And he repeated, once, twice... quickly, the Dalmatian built himself to a slow but firm rhythm as he made love to the Mix, hugging him tightly, pouring his love into the pup, along with a growing stream of warm pre that was slickening the tight ass each time his cock dragged out of him to slam back in. Soon, the room was filled with the sounds of the slapping flesh as Doug plowed more of the cries of delight out of his son.  
Doug could feel the bulb of his knot swelling more and more as he ached to bury himself fully inside the amazingly tight ass. He shifted himself upwards to get a better angle, lifting away from his belly, the fur of which was a matted mess, with how much precum that Cate had spurted out between them... he let his paws slide down to grip the pup’s hips and give him a better angle to grind his forming knot against the clenching ring, begging it to open up, let him in. “Nhhh... brace yourself, sweetie... You’re taking...” Thrust! “This...” Thrust!! “...Knnnot!” he groaned, pressing himself forward as the tailstar gave way and the mass of flesh popped into him with a wet schlick.... and Doug felt his balls come to rest flush against the fluffy ass under him.... fully engulfed inside his son, Doug’s cock erupted, flooding the tight tunnel with hot, thick ropes of cum, which washed a wave of pleasure through the Dalsky, who’s body rocked with the sensations, and his own standing dick pulsing, gushing spurts of seed across his belly and Dougs, spatters of it reaching Cate’s chin... The pup’s back arching upward and their voices moaning out their pleasure to the room around.  
Doug continued thrusting himself down the millimeters of space he could move his knot-locked dick inside the pup, grinding into him through his entire climax, milking himself fully into the tight boy, giving him all he had to spare. His breath was ragged and heavy, and he struggled to catch it, leaning himself down to lay across the twitching, shaky Cate, who still quivered with aftershocks. The pup’s paws were hugging tightly against his father, whimpering as he came down from his own. After a moment, he managed to gasp out ”L...Love you, Dad...” 
Doug felt his heart melt again, kissing at his neck and cheeks... “Mhh... I love you too, Cate. Happy Birthday, Son...” He rested against him, warm and protective, while they began the wait for separation.  
Out in the Hallway, through the barely cracked door, a watchful eye and a smiling face peered at the pair. Delilah kept quiet, letting the pair enjoy their moment, even as she checked the fastened straps of a device hanging from her hips. She needed to make sure it was ready to go, tightened and made ready to glide. 
After all, Mom had to give him HER birthday present, too.