It was late at night in the city, specifically a part of the city that was practically empty, with no humans or stray dogs to be seen anywhere, making it the perfect meet up point for those who wanted to conduct their business in secret without anyone noticing.

It was almost halfway between the neighborhood called ‘Snob Hill’ and the Junkyard, where most of the town’s stray dogs hung out until at least a month ago. It was also the place that former street dog legend, the Tramp, entered.

He glanced around cautiously and sniffed the air, while it was rare to see a human, a car or another dog come by there, one could never be too careful, not to mention the fact that he was expecting someone. Someone he wished he didn’t have to meet but… it was necessary. 

Before leaving Jim Dear’s home, Tramp made sure that his family didn’t hear him go and used the broken fence to sneak out, just like Scamp did over a month ago. He hated to leave them and he hated what he had to do to ensure their safety even more, but he had to and he promised himself that no matter what happened, he would return to them. 

After confirming that it was safe to proceed further, Tramp proceeded further into the dark area on the edge of town and soon took a peek inside the first alleyway he spotted. It was only mildly filthy, with a few abandoned boxes and trash littering the ground and soon entered it. 

He looked left and right as he proceeded cautiously, aside from a few rats, he didn’t see much of anything else, not even who he was supposed to be meeting there. Tramp started to hope that maybe that the other guy had forgotten about the whole thing.

The old street dog was quickly proved wrong however when a door in the middle of the alley suddenly opened up and shined some light down the pathway, surprising him.

One would expect a human to be the one opening the door and stepping out, but they would be dead wrong as the one stepping into the alley was a Doberman/Rottweiler mix. His name was Buster, Tramp’s former second-in-command and best friend. 

Their friendship ended when Tramp met Lady and settled down with her, after which Buster developed an intense amount of jealousy towards Lady and hatred towards Tramp. He even tried to turn his son against him out of revenge, however he failed and was abandoned by his crew. Tramp thought that was the end of it, but he was wrong again.

When Buster finally turned and took notice of Tramp, while his eyes still burned with hatred, a nasty smile appeared on his face. It was as if he was almost happy to see him, or more like he was pleased to see that the Tramp showed up, though it was not for a good reason.

“Tramp. So, you finally made it, huh?” Buster remarked.

“Hello, Buster.” Tramp said with a serious tone as he stepped closer.

“Aw, why the long face?” Buster inquired, in a fake worried tone. “Aren’t you happy to see your old pal?”

“We’re not pals, Buster, not anymore.” Tramp stated, firmly. “Especially not after tonight…”

Buster was both hurt and annoyed hearing this but it quickly faded as he reminded himself of something that made him smile. “You know… for once… I agree with ya, Tramp,” he confessed as he stepped closer to whisper into Tramp’s ear. “We’re gonna be a lot more than friends after tonight.”

Tramp instinctively moved back and snarled at the Doberman in front of him, looking ready to pounce. “Whoa! Whoa! Hey there, easy, easy.” Buster urged him. “No fighting, that was the deal, remember?”

The old street dog calmed himself as he straightened up but still scowled at Buster. “How could I forget?”

“Besides, even if the deal did allow us to fight you’d still lose.” Buster told Tramp, bluntly. “House dog life has made you soft, Tramp! Just like I told you it would!”

“Oh I still got a few good howls left in me.” Tramp assured his former friend.

“Yeah? Well, if you had more, you’d probably never agree to this.” Buster pointed out, smugly.

“You’re right, I wouldn’t, and I hate that I did… but I take any threat against my family seriously, and I’ll do anything to protect them.” Tramp declared. “That’s something that you will never understand, Buster.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” The doberman rolled his eyes, barely giving what Tramp said any thought or consideration. He soon turned back to the door and started to walk toward it. “Let’s just get this over with.”

“Took the words right out of my mouth.” Tramp frowned as he started to follow Buster.

As he walked, Tramp reflected on how this ‘deal’ with Buster started.

It happened just yesterday, with Buster showing up out of the blue behind Jim Dear and Darling’s house. Tramp was the only one who noticed he was there and made sure everyone else couldn’t, especially Scamp and Angel.

After he got everyone to stay in the room they were in, which generated a lot of confused questions that he couldn’t answer, Tramp went outside and confronted Buster, asking him why he was there and what he wanted. For Buster, the answer was simple; revenge on him and his family for ruining him.

Tramp threatened to kill Buster if he tried anything and was ready to fight then and there, but then Buster revealed that he didn’t come to fight but instead to offer a deal, a deal that was similar to what the humans referred to as ‘extortion’. 

Buster may not know much about family, but he was smart enough to know that Tramp would do anything to protect them, including what he was about to do now. Family was what made Tramp strong, but Buster was turning it into his biggest weakness.

Tramp was so deep in though that he failed to notice that Buster had stopped just at the edge of the door for some reason, causing the Schnauzer-mix dog to bump right into Buster’s rump. Tramp backed up and shook his head rapidly before realizing what he did, something that Buster laughed at.

“Aw, what’s the matter, house dog?” Buster questioned mockingly, while also shaking his rear end teasingly. “Trying to sniff my butt? Maybe even give it a kiss?”

Tramp growled in disgust. “Hardly.”

Buster moved back a little to get his butt closer to Tramp, much to the other dog’s discomfort.

“Come on, you know you want to.” The Doberman urged him, wiggling his hiney even more while Tramp tried to turn his head away while keeping his eyes closed tightly.

“Ugh! Buster! Knock it off already!” The former top dog exclaimed, annoyed. “Get your butt out of my face!”

“Kiss it first!” Buster stated.

“Buster, we don't have time for…!” Tramp tried to say.

“I wonder… Do you think your precious little Lady would like to?” Buster suddenly asked in a sinister tone and with a raised brow.

Tramp quickly understood what Buster was suggesting and eyes widened before narrowing as he snarled in anger.

“If you even think of touching her…!” The Tramp started to threaten. 

Buster chuckled. “Oh relax! I'm just yanking your little house dog chain, Tramp,” he tried to assure him. “But seriously, either you kiss my rump, or the deal is off and your precious little house dog family gets what's coming to them.”

“I could stop you here and now, you know.” Tramp reminded him.

“Oh, I suppose you could try but like I said; if you thought you could you wouldn't be here right now, would you?” Buster inquired, knowingly.

Tramp just frowned and gritted his teeth without saying anything. He knew Buster was right, he wasn't in his prime any longer, and Buster still was, due to being younger than him. If he fought him now, while he could still put up a fight, Buster could just as easily overpower him, and that was a risk he was not willing to take.

Buster smirked at Tramp’s silence, as it had said enough. “Yeah, that's what I thought,” he said smugly before moving his bottom a bit closer. “So?”

Tramp growled, angrily. “Fine!”

Buster smiled with triumph and lowered his upper body while sticking his butt in the air in front of Tramp. The former street dog gulped loudly as he moved his head closer and sniffed Buster’s rump before puckering his lips.

As he got closer and closer, he felt like his soul was dying inside of him. He couldn't believe that, on top of the other things he was going to be forced to do, he was about to kiss the rear end of his enemy.

Eventually, his lips made contact with Buster’s derrière, making an audible sound in the process. Tramp accidentally tasted it in the process, and the image of dirt popped into his mind and it disgusted him. Buster, on the other hand, felt a strong sense of pleasure from the literal butt kissing as well as sadistic glee from humiliating Tramp.

Upon pulling away, Tramp’s lips popped before scowling in disgust.

“There! You happy now?” he asked, greatly irked.

Buster straightened up before answering. “Very. And boy howdy did that feel good,” he remarked.

“That makes one of us.” Tramp huffed.

“Oh, I think you'll be singing a different tune soon.” Buster grinned evilly before looking ahead and proceeding forward. Tramp quickly followed soon after.

Upon reaching the door, the two dogs stopped and Buster turned to him.

“You ready? Darling?” he  inquired with a nasty grin.

Tramp briefly cringed at being referred to as a female before resuming his stoic yet displeased expression.

“As I'll ever be.” The gray dog stated with a flat tone.

“Then let's go.” Buster declared as he pushed the door further open. “Oh! Almost forgot.”

Buster quickly lunged forward and bite down on Tramp's red collar before pulling on it hard, trying to get it off of Tramp’s head while the older dog struggled.

“Hey! Wait! Stop!” Tramp protested before Buster finally got his collar off of him and tossed it aside.

“You’ll get it back ​after​ this. Around here, you’re a street dog, not a house dog. Got it?”

Tramp grumbled. “Got it…”

“Good.” The doberman said, satisfied.

Soon, the dogs stood side by side in front of the door before finally entering.

The inside of the building was vacant and made of stone, with the only things inside being the stone columns and strangely, a long aisle of petals leading up to a tiny, big eyed dog with a bow tie on.

If one didn't know any better, one would think that the scene before them looked like a wedding, and they would be shockingly right, for this was part of the deal Tramp made with Buster.

As he stared down the aisle, Tramp’s mind began to flashback to when he made the deal with Buster.

“Ok Trampers, I'll make you a deal; I'll leave your family alone if you do something for me.” Buster told him.

Tramp narrower his eyes. “Are you blackmailing me, Buster?”

“What do you think, traitor?” Buster snapped.

“For the hundredth time; I. Didn't. Betray you!” Tramp barked back.

“You abandoned me! You dumped me! Just casted me aside like I was nothing to you!” Buster exclaimed, getting more and more emotional as he spoke. Tramp could swear that he saw tears in his eyes. “And I was, wasn't I…? Didn't even say goodbye…!”

 Tramp couldn't help but feel sorry for Buster, as well as a little bit guilty because Buster did have a point, he did leave Buster without saying goodbye. He knew he probably should have but there wasn't anything he could do about it now.

“Aw, Buster… I'm-I'm really sorry… you're right, I never said goodbye… but I really didn't abandon you… you know that's not what happened…” Tramp started to say.

“Shut up!” Buster snarled. “Now, let me make this clear for you; either you do what I say or your precious little house dog family, your son, Angel Cakes and your ‘Lady’ are gonna have one very bad day.”

“You stay away from them!” Tramp practically yelled.

“Don't test me Tramp, you know what I'm capable of just like how I know that you're not the street dog you once were.” Buster pointed out. “Are you interested in dying in order to protect your family? How are you gonna protect them if you're not there!?”

Tramp growled, knowing Buster had a point and he couldn't take the risk. He didn't know what Buster wanted him to do but he had to do whatever was necessary to protect this family. 

The former street dog sighed in defeat. “Alright, fine, what do you want?”

Busters smiled, pleased with his victory over the Tramp, and paused before saying two very shocking words which was also his request. “Marry me,” he said.

Tramp’s eyes widened as wide as they could go and backed up a little in shock. “What!? I… wha… marry you!?” he responded, his mind completely blown and his stomach feeling somewhat queasy.

“That's right Tramp, you want me to stay away from your family? You gotta marry me, just like those humans do.” Buster stated, sounding as serious as he could get. 

“But why…?” Tramp started to ask, more than a little flabbergasted.

“Because…” Buster began to say before he paused and said five even more shocking words. “Because I love you, Tramp.”

And that's when it hit Tramp. It all made perfect sense at that point, the reason why Buster was so jealous and why he felt so betrayed by him leaving the street dog life behind for Lady. Because Buster had a crush on him, or rather, he was in love with him and he never knew.

“Oh my God… Buster I…” Tramp tried to speak but words seemed to fail him at the time. “So you’re…”

“Gay? Yeah.” Buster confirmed.

“But… why didn’t you say anything…?” The Schnauzer mix dog questioned.

“It’s not exactly something that comes up in conversation you know.” Buster stated, annoyed. “Besides, I got a reputation to uphold, or I did… until your son came along.”

“And now that you don’t have anyone anymore, you’re finally confessing.” Tramp guessed.

“Pretty much.” The Doberman mix confirmed before his eyes narrowed. “You got a problem with me being…?”

“Gay? No. No! Not at all! I’m just… surprised. I mean… didn’t Scamp say that you kept calling Angel ‘your girl’?” Tramp reminded him.

“By girl, I meant as a daughter, not as a girlfriend. Not my fault she always thought I meant something different.” Buster huffed.

“Alright then… except… Buster… you know I don’t swing that way…” Tramp started before Buster cut him off.

“If you wanna protect your precious family, you will Tramp!” His former friend snapped.

“But… but Pidge…” The former street dog tried to speak again as he turned toward the house where Lady and the rest of the family lived. But again, before he could finish, Buster interrupted by moving his paw through the gap in the fence, grabbing Tramp’s chin and forcefully moving his head towards him.

“She doesn’t have to know.” Buster whispered, sinisterly before letting go of Tramp. “So what’s it gonna be, Tramp? Marry me… or… have your family live in constant fear over what I might do to them. I could strike… after it’s dark… or maybe in a week, or a month… or long after your gone and I only I know when. The point being, someday… unless you say ‘yes’... I will.”

Just gearing what Buster said made Tramp very worried and paranoid. Buster could and probably would attack them any time he wanted and either when he’s with them or when they’re all alone and he would have no way of telling. The fear of this quickly overpowered everything else Tramp was feeling, including his common sense and sexuality. The risk was too great.

“So?” Buster asked, expectantly.

Tramp sighed, defeated once again. “Alright, alright, you win… if it means that my family will be safe… I’ll do it.”

“Do what?” Buster inquired, raising a brow. Clearly he wanted to extend Tramp’s misery even more and was enjoying every minute of it.

“I’ll…” Tramp began before he finally swallowed his pride and said it. “I’ll… marry you.”

“Good. I’ll get things ready. We’re gonna have a human styled wedding and everything.” Buster declared as he turned around and began to leave before stopping all of a sudden and turning back towards Tramp. “Oh, and one more thing, once the wedding is over, I’ll explain what you’re gonna be paying me from now on in exchange for staying away from your family.”

“Fine…” Tramp grumbled.

The doberman chuckled evilly. “Beautiful…”

Buster continued to laugh to himself as he walked off into the distance, leaving Tramp fleeing like he just betrayed his family in order to protect them.

Soon enough, Tramp’s mind snapped back to the presence upon hearing the little, big eyed dog standing ahead of them, who was probably acting as their marriage officiant, whistle the tune played during a wedding.

“Time to go.” Buster whispered to Tramp while moving a rose that was laying on the floor near them closer to Tramp, presumably to act as a makeshift ‘bouquet’.

“Yeah… great.” The gray dog muttered as he bent down and used his teeth to pick up the rose stem. Soon enough, he and his old friend started to walk down the makeshift aisle made of petals.

As they made their way closer and closer to the ‘officiant’, side by side, the sinking feeling in Tramp’s stomach grew bigger and bigger while Buster glanced at his rival and, with a nasty grin on his face,  he bumped his rump against Tramp’s, nearly unbalancing him. 

The former top dog glared at the doberman in annoyance before they stopped in front of the tiny dog and turned to face each other. Tramp set the rose down in-between them while looking up at the still evilly ginning Buster and gulped loudly as he quietly apologized to his mate, Lady.

Buster nudged the little dog to get him to start talking. “Oh, s-s-sorry…” he said before he cleared his throat. “We are gathered here today to celebrate the union between the legendary Tramp and Junkyard dog, Buster.”

“More like unwilling union…” Tramp grumbled under his breath.

“So… which one of you is the bride?” The tiny dog inquired.

Buster flashed his fangs as he grinned at Tramp. “He is, Lester. He is.” he declared, his tiny tail wagging like crazy.

Tramp’s eyes widened. “What!? Me!? Why do I have to be the…?”

“You were the husband in your last marriage, now it’s your turn to be the wife. Got that, darling?” Buster questioned in a rather slimey manner. “Or should I pay your old wife a visit and ask her if she’d be ok with it?”

Tramp growled before he gave in, even though it killed him inside. “Fine… I’m the bride.”

“Good.” Buster nodded before turning to the little dog, apparently named ‘Lester’. “Fetch.”

“Yes, sir!” Lester said quickly before scampering off to behind a column nearby and coming back with a veil in his teeth which Buster took and immediately put on top of Tramp’s head, much to the older dog’s agitation.

“Now, do you Buster take the Tramp to be your er… ‘wife’? To have and to hold, for as long as you both shall live?” Lester asked.

“I do.” Buster nodded with a tone that made even Tramp shiver.

Lester then turned to the gray dog. “And Tramp, do you forgo your union with the Copper Spaniel known as Lady and take Buster to be your new husband? To have and to hold, for as long as you both shall live?”

Tramp really, really wanted to rip that little dog apart for what he said, mainly because it was true. Forgoing his marriage to Lady was exactly what he was doing. Sure, technically he would still be married to Lady, it wasn't like Buster was telling him to break up with her, thank God. But still, not only would he be married to Lady but secretly to Buster as well. 

If he remembered correctly, the humans called it bigamy, but all he knew was that he was cheating on the love of his life, with a guy, with Buster no less. It made him hate his own guts with a passion and what's worse was that he had no choice.

A growl from Buster interrupted his thoughts and a menacing look from him was telling him to say the accursed two words.

“I… do…” The former street dog finally said. He could swear that he nearly puked in his mouth when he said it.

“Then by the power vested in me, by Buster that is and not the state of Connecticut mind you.” Lester noted. Buster cleared his throat in annoyance to get the little dog back on track. “Sorry. I now pronounce you… husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

“Gladly!” Buster grinned. He quickly lifted up Tramp’s veil with his nose. “Ok Tramp, you wanna keep your family safe?”

“Yes.” Tramp said, firmly.

“Then kiss me.” Buster practically ordered him.

Tramp gulped loudly as he moved his muzzle closer and at the same time as Buster. Slowly, Tramp’s eyes closed next, as did Buster’s as their muzzles tilted to the side upon getting closer. Eventually, Tramp felt Buster’s lips press against his own while also sliding his tongue his mouth, which surprised and disgusted the old dog greatly.

Buster’s tongue quickly started to dominate his own, much like how it's owner was trying, and succeeding, to dominate him. He could actually hear Buster moaning as they continued to swap spit, he must be over the moon kissing his old time crush while Tramp had to struggle hard not to throw up in his mouth. 

As Buster forced Tramp to make out with him, Lester awkwardly and nervously watched them.

“I shouldn't be here…” he whimpered.

Eventually, Buster’s muzzle and lips pulled away as the two of them gasped for air. While Tramp frowned, Buster still had a satisfied and smug smile on his face.

“And so the deed is done.” Buster declared.

“Yeah… it is…” Tramp sighed, ashamed of himself.

Buster then turned to Lester. “Now you, get outta here and don't tell nobody about what happened here or you'll wind up as kibble. You got that?” he threatened the now scared little dog.

“Y-Y-Y-Yes sir!” Lester nodded rapidly before taking off in a flash, leaving Tramp and Buster alone. Tramp quickly shook the veil off his head soon after.

“So, is that it?” Tramp inquired, eager to leave.

Buster shook his head. “Oh no, not yet,” he revealed, darkly.

The old dog looked at his new ‘husband’ in surprise. “What!? But… But I thought…?”

“You thought wrong.” Buster stated. “I told you, after the wedding was over we'd be discussing how you will be paying me in exchange for staying away from your family.”

Tramp silently cursed himself upon finally remembering those words. 

“Fine, what else do you want from me, Buster?” he grumbled, trying to control his temper as best he could.

“You'll figure it out, and once you do, you'd better not try to fight me on it, Tramp.” Buster commanded.

The aforementioned street dog sighed in annoyance. “Fine…”

“Good. But before we get to the big event, I got a few small requests to make.” Buster smirked.

Tramp didn't particularly like the way he said those words but continued to try and keep his cool.

“What kind of requests?” he asked.

“First, raise your rump up in the air.” Buster told him. “You know, like you’re about to pounce.”

The Schnauzer-mix dog sighed in dismay and lowered his upper body while also stretching his hind legs and raising his hindquarters as high as he could.

“Turn around.” The Doberman-mix added.

Tramp growled in exasperation before moving his hind legs from side to side in order to turn around and presented his butt at Buster. He almost wanted to fart in Buster’s face, though he knew it would only make things worse and that he would never stoop so low.

Buster, who possibly knew what he was considering, backed up a little with a smirk.

“Now… shake it!” he barked suddenly.

“Huh?!” Tramp responded as he looked back toward his so-called ‘husband’ in confusion and shock.

Buster rolled his eyes in annoyance. “You know…” he began to say before imitating the pose Tramp was being forced to do. He then started to move his rear end from side to side rapidly. “Shake it, Tramp! Shake your house dog tail!”

“But… why?” The Tramp questioned, still in disbelief.

“Because I said so, now do it!” The former Junkyard Dog leader commanded.

Tramp sighed and decided to go along with Buster’s bizarre, and rather embarrassing, request. He soon started to ‘shake his tail’ in front of Buster, who was pleasuring himself as he watched and wagged his tail.

Left and right, left and right, Tramp moved his rump in both directions, his stubby tail swishing from side to side in the process. Buster smiled wider and wider before also howling to the ceiling and laughing.

“Yeah, you are definitely my girl, Tramp.” Buster commented, still enjoying the show. “Because only a bitch can shake her hindquarters like that!”

Tramp blushed through his fur upon hearing this while he continued to entertain his enemy turned lover with his butt.

“Also,” his former friend added. “Try moving it up and down, I wanna see some fur fly.”

The gray dog gritted his teeth again and started to move his tush up and down as he moved it from left to right continuously. Behind him, Buster howled in enjoyment and started drooling and panting as well. Tramp cringed as heard all the sounds Buster was making as he watched, and possibly pleasured himself at the same time.

“Boy… you must really like butts, huh Buster?” Tramp remarked.

“Oh yeah, of that I can’t lie about or deny, Tramp.” The big black and brown furred dog nodded. “Admittedly, I’ve always stared at that round thing whenever it was in my face, ever since we ran things together.”

“That’s… nice…” The former street dog commented, awkwardly.

“Ok, stop.” Buster ordered and Tramp immediately stopped gyrating his rear end. “Now, the second request… is telling me that you love me too.”

Tramp’s eyes widened for the umpteeneth time. “A-A-Are you serious, Buster…!?”

“You know the answer to that by now.” The Doberman pointed out. “I confessed my love, now it’s your turn.”

“But…!”

“No buts, Tramp. Not unless I say I wanna see you shake it again. I wanna hear you say it!”

“Buster, please don’t make me…”

“Don’t make me force you to say it by paying you-know-who a visit.”

Tramp felt like something was gonna burst inside him but he continued to remind himself of who the boss was in this forced relationship, who had his family under constant threat of attack and sighed in defeat as he forced the words out his mouth. “Buster… I… I love you.”

The other dog seemed to smile a very genuine smile, like he’d been waiting his whole life to hear him say that and probably had been. “I love you too, Trampster,” he said, softly. 

“So… is that it?” Tramp asked, hopefully.

“One last thing…” Buster stated. “Turn away and stay still.”

Tramp was confused but since it was an easy enough request, he did as instructed and turned away while keeping himself perfectly still. The older dog listened around and heard nothing but quiet all around them, and it was an eerie quiet that made all the hairs on his butt stand up on end. The only sounds he did hear though were of Buster getting closer and closer to him.

Eventually, curiosity caused Tramp to turn his head back around, wondering what Buster was doing. “Hey, Buster what are you…?” he began to say before he saw and felt Buster run his tongue up the spot just under his tail, making the older dog stiffen up and blush in seconds. “B...Buster!? Wha… what are you...?!”

“Shut up, Tramp.” Buster hissed as he continued licking and began moaning. Before Tramp knew it, as the licking continued even he couldn’t hold back a moan of his own.

Tramp quickly started shaking and shivering as Buster kept on licking his only hole, along with all the special spots on his rear. “Ah! AH! No…! B-Buster… stop! Ah! Stop… please…!”

“I said shut up, bitch.” Buster repeated, firmly as he ran his tongue up the Tramp’s ‘jewels’ slowly. “Mmmmmm!”

The older dog’s legs started shaking as he felt a huge wave of pleasure go through every bit of his body, which made him feel both surprised and ashamed.

The Junkyard Dog leader then sat himself down behind Tramp and put both his paws on his haunches before moving them around while licking them at the same time.

“Hmm… such a nice butt… bet you like that don’t cha mister legend?” Buster taunted him.

“N-No…” Tramp finally said, even though it was hard for him to speak.

“Oh, I think your ‘friend’ down there disagrees.” Buster smirked before licking the top of his rear, just in front of the tail. “And we’re just getting started…”

“Wha-what are you gonna do to me…?” Tramp stuttered a bit, scared.

“Don’t you know? I’m gonna mate with you, Tramp.” His ‘husband’ revealed, sinisterly.

“Huh!?” The Tramp exclaimed in shock.

“Oh yeah, I mean… you already smell like a bitch in the heat.” Buster pointed out and while Tramp knew he was exaggerating, he was still nervous. “And besides, this is how a husband and wife usually do to make children.”

The older dog gasped quietly, Buster was gonna try and impregnate him even though he knew it was impossible despite calling him the female in their ‘relationship’. “C-Children!? But I’m not…!” Tramp tried to say.

“Oh I know, but we can say that you did when others ask.” The former Junkyard dog leader said as he rubbed the side of his head against Tramp’s bottom.

Tramp shook even more though, both from the uncomfortableness of the situation and the pleasure he was feeling. “But…” 

“What? Don’t you believe in adoption, Tramp?” Buster inquired. “And when we do, remember one thing; you’re the mommy.”

The king of the streets then put both his paws on Tramp’s backside to lift himself up before wrapping his front paws around his new mate.

“Hey! Get off of me!” Tramp protested, struggling a little bit while Buster just laughed.

“Get ready…” Buster informed him before he bit down on Tramp and inserted a certain something into Tramp’s hole, making his eyes widen as wide as they could go.

“AHHHHH!” Tramp screamed before letting out a long howl.

Buster soon started to thrust in and out over and over again, grunting each time he did and rocking him and Tramp forward every time. The gray mutt let out a moan each time Buster humped him and panted heavily too. He felt so violated and ashamed, now he was really cheating on Lady and prayed that she’d never find out about this, Scamp too.

“Ahhh! Buster! Stop! It hurts!” Tramp pleaded while Buster slammed against his bottom rhythmically. Both of their private parts smacked against each other as well and to further increase Tramp’s humiliation, he felt his own member getting hard.

The former street dog leader went in and out of him like a jackhammer, causing Tramp’s mouth to open as he let out a long moan and drool to drip out. He even let out another moan of pleasure and ecstatically from his mouth.

With each thrust into him, Tramp felt Buster’s member getting further and further into him. He also felt Buster’s knot getting closer to getting inside her as well. Soon enough, the knot popped inside of him, despite it being a very tight squeeze.

“No…!” Tramp moaned, feeling a great deal of shame from being hooked. “Buster… stop…!”

The Doberman just chewed on and chomped down on Tramp’s scruff.

Eventually, the powerful thrusts inside him became too much, he could no longer hold himself up. His front legs soon collapsed and went under his body while his face hit the concrete floor but his lower body and butt continued to stick up.

While Buster let go of Tramp’s neck, he didn’t stop thrusting into him. Instead, he continued to try and finish inside of Tramp. The gray dog's mouth continued to remain open while his tongue hung out as he panted heavily.

Buster moaned and panted as well, all with a smile on his face. “Yeah… Yeah… Yeah! Always wanted this. Always wanted to do this, Tramper!” he confessed in-between thrusts. “And I… I don't think… I don't think I can hold back!”

“No…! Buster don't! Don't finish off inside me!” Tramp pleaded as he moaned.

“Make me… bitch!” Buster snapped as he rutted Tramp at almost super speed before the dam finally broke and a wave of hot liquid flowed inside the gray dog, who howled at the top of his lungs while his own member released a load as well, presumably as much as Buster was releasing into him.

The Doberman threw his head back with a smile. “Ah… yeah…! Beautiful…”

Buster allowed Tramp to get back on all fours as the both of them panted heavily, completely worn out. While Buster was over the moon from the experience, Tramp was feeling extremely guilty, as to him, letting Buster do what he did looked like a betrayal and it probably was. Though he wasn’t sure what was worse; the fact that he did it or that he enjoyed it.

“Man that was good…” The former Junkyard Dog leader sighed. “How does it feel, Tramp? How’s it feel being stuffed like a turkey?”

Tramp whimpered and kept himself from looking at Buster, still feeling like a disgrace.

Eventually Buster stopped hugging Tramp so close and lifted his hind leg so that he could turn around, though before his knot was still inside Tramp, their rumps were pressed together. If one were to compare them, it would look as though Tramp’s was bigger, something Buster would probably mock him about in the future.

“Your rump feels good by the way, Tramp.” Buster spoke up. “Gonna enjoy feeling it for a good twenty minutes…”

Tramp just sighed and lowered his head, eyes closed as he waited for twenty whole minutes before he felt a strong sensation. A sensation created by Buster pulling to get his ‘friend’ out of him.

“Urg…!” Buster grunted as he pulled as hard as he could and eventually, the knot popped out and the whole meaty thing started to slowly slide out as well.

Tramp moaned loudly as he felt the whole thing happen. “Oh God…” he breathed.

“Almost… got it…” Buster grunted before finally, his bone was out of the hole, which was now stretched open and felt empty to Tramp. It was like an empty cave now and it was leaking nearly everything Buster pumped into him, which was a ton, probably to make him ‘pregnant’ somehow.

“Ah…! Still tender…” Tramp moaned a little.

“Tramp.” Buster said with an authoritative tone to get his new mate’s attention. “Turn around.”

Too weak to complain or disobey, Tramp did so and looked Buster in the eye as he grinned at him. 

“Ok girl, listen up, this is what’s gonna go down from now on.” Buster began to explain. “You are now my bitch. Your furry butt belongs to me now and every week, in this place, you’re gonna come here and let me have my way with you. If you do that, then I continue to leave your family alone but if you forget or refuse to… then they’re kibble. Do I make myself clear… Trampette?”

The old and defeated dog sighed as he lowered his head. “Yes, sir… anything you say, Buster.”

The evil dog smiled. “Good girl,” he said before forcibly pressing his muzzle against Tramp’s and French kissing him for a good long minute before pulling away and smacking the side of Tramp’s face with his paw. “Now get on home…”

“Yes, sir…” Tramp nodded obediently before turning around and beginning to leave. Buster smacked Tramp’s rump as he started to go and watched him walk away, rather awkwardly, out the door. 

“See you next week!” Buster called out before chuckling. “Oh… this is gonna be good…!”