No! Bad dog!!

Velvet sat on a cushioned wooden patio chair in front of Pom's cozy little brown thatched-roof cob cottage. In front of her, there was a table made of magical ice, and her steaming cup of tea rested atop it. A small elf-like creature floated above her shoulder. It was wearing a winter coat and hat despite the mild weather in Baaaaah. With a small but commanding flick of her hoof, it immediately retrieved the cup with a deft swoop and brought it to her lips. After a dainty sip, she waved her hoof again, and the creature placed the cup back down, quickly returning to its post next to her.

"No, puppies, you... ugh... stay inside!" Pom said as she struggled to keep the energetic little dogs from plowing through the door. She shut it and locked it, then sighed before turning to her guest. "How's yer tea?"

"Enh. I've had better," Velvet said haughtily.

"Oh. Sorry. I can try making it again if–"

"No. It is fine. Not everyvon can make ze perfect tea like I can. Zis is good enough for... egh... clearing my sroat." Velvet faked a cough, an exaggerated show of how displeased she was with Papa Dog's treatment of her hours before. "By ze vay, did you punish zat scoundrel for vhat he did to me?"

Pom's eyes shifted left and right quickly as she sat in her own chair, resting her teacup on a small wooden table. "Oh, um, yep! He sure won't be doing, eh... that... anymore. I, uh... hit 'im! Really hard. Yep. Gave 'im a good, solid... smackeroo."

"Good. I may just forgive you after all, zen. As long as you don't get in my vay to becoming ze champion, zat is."

"Well, I mean... if I can save Foenum, I'm still gonna–"

"I said," Velvet growled, pausing for effect, "as long as you don't get in my vay."

"O-okay! Whatever you say. I don't really like fighting anyway."

"Zat's better."

Pom sipped her tea in silence. She knew she was treading on thin ice when it came to Velvet, and she certainly didn't want another fight on her hooves. Especially with Papa Dog tied up in the back yard, where he couldn't save her again. Of course she hadn't hit him as she'd told Velvet, but she did mildly scold him, earning her plenty of sad whimpers, and she was hoping that he was okay. All alone. Tied to a stake. Poor Papa Dog. Maybe just one more hug–

"There you are!" a familiar voice cried, interrupting Pom's thoughts. "You ain't gettin' away from me this time!"

She turned to look, and saw a calf standing next to the road. Oh no. The young bovine was a fierce combatant, Pom knew from experience, and her two short horns glinted in the early afternoon sunlight, polished and probably recently sharpened. Her brown and white coat was dusty from traveling the roads, and it showed evidence of numerous scars, an amount that was impressive for her age. One cloven hoof pawed at the ground as if she was preparing to charge at any second. It was...

"Arizona," Velvet said, her voice dripping with cold fury. "Did you follow me here?" Her eyes narrowed.

"'Course I did. Y'all're easier to track than a herd of sheep."

"Hey!" Pom said, offended.

"Stay outta this, lambchop. This is between me and her," Arizona said, staring Velvet down with a cocky smile.

"As much as I hate to agree vis her," Velvet said, "she is right. Ve have... business. So, don't get in ze vay." She gulped down her tea and stood up from her chair. "Vell, vell, vell. Just couldn't leave vell enough alone, could you?"

"Don't say I didn't warn ya, popsicle. Tell me where the key is, or I'll pound yer pretty little face in again."

"Ha! Again? You sink you von last time? How cute. I simply had more important matters to attend to zan dealing vis a stupid, ugly, smelly little heifer like you."

Arizona huffed, two small jets of steam shooting from her nostrils. "You take that back! I ain't playin' no more!"

"And vhat are you going to do? Moo at me? Hahah–"

Arizona charged at Velvet, covering the distance between them quick as lightning. Velvet, well-prepared for the reckless attack, turned her chin up, and vicious spikes of ice erupted from the ground beneath Arizona, tripping her. As she slid face-first on the hard-packed dirt path that was Pom's walkway, Arizona slammed her front hooves into the ground, using the momentum to flip forward and land, continuing her charge at full speed. This caught Velvet off guard, and she desperately threw up a wall of ice to stop her opponent, only for it to shatter into a thousand pieces as Arizona's impossibly hard head smashed through it, and struck Velvet directly in the chest, knocking her over backward.

"My floof!" Velvet cried as she stood up.

Pom, shaking in fear on her little patio, had a small voice inside her telling her to ask them to fight somewhere else, where they wouldn't ruin her neatly-kept flower garden or short picket fence.

"You vill pay for zat!" Velvet continued. She reared up on her hind legs, and three deadly icicles formed around her, aimed at Arizona. With a flick of her hoof, they flew forward in a straight line. Arizona threw up her forelegs and knocked two of them aside. The third icicle, however, threatened to hit her soft, exposed belly. She twisted away from it, throwing herself onto her side in the process, and landed on the ground hard.

Meanwhile, Pom watched on in horror, part of her glad it wasn't her fighting. The other part noticed how close they were to her patch of roses, a gift from her brother the last time she had seen him. She had fought both of them in the past and survived, so she knew she would be okay entering the fray. And besides, it's not like she was going to fight them again. All she was going to do was ask them to fight in the field across the street. She took a small, shaky step forward.

"Looks like I vin again," Velvet said as a large spike of ice coalesced above her, prepared to launch at any moment.

"Think again, snowball!" Arizona cried as she produced a rope from who-knows-where and flung it with practiced precision at the reindeer, lassoing her neck. "C'mere!" With a sharp pull of the rope in her teeth, Arizona made Velvet fall flat on her face, dragging her through the dirt as she flailed her hooves in an attempt to stand back up. Cries of disbelief and rage, muffled by the ground, emanated from the roped deer. Arizona raised her front hooves above Velvet and shifted her weight forward, prepared to deliver a devastating stomp.

Velvet rolled out of the way, barely avoiding the cow's hooves, but the stomp was powerful enough to break apart segments of the ground itself, one crack dangerously close to Pom's garden... a garden that Velvet had just rolled closer to. And Arizona was ready to stomp again.

Gulping down her fear, Pom leapt at the two. "Stop!" she yelled just as Arizona's hooves fell. Velvet dodged this stomp as well stopping just shy of the beautiful red roses, and the shockwave threw clumps of soil about. Luckily, the flowers were presently safe, but Arizona was not stopping there. Closing her eyes, Pom threw herself between the two combatants with another desperate yell for them to stop. As Arizona was rearing up and readying another attack, Pom's light body slammed into her, with just enough force to tip the cow, knocking her onto her back.

As Arizona and Pom climbed to their feet, Velvet took the time to remove the rope from around her neck. "I told ya to stay outta this, little missy," Arizona said. "You messed with the cow, and now ya get the horns!" She threw herself at Pom, who simply covered her eyes and bleated in terror. Arizona's horned head struck Pom straight on, the points luckily not impaling her, and threw her back against an angry Velvet. The bell on her neck jingled aloud as she tumbled about. All three dazed ungulates landed in a confused pile.

Pom felt something prick her leg as she tried to move, buried under cow and deer. "Oh no... My roses..." she lamented. The two troublemakers atop her stirred, and Velvet rolled and hopped away, her tiny hooves digging painfully into Pom's side, and took a low, aggressive stance. Arizona stood up in place, picking the lamb up with her, and glared angrily.

"And don't get in our way again, y'hear me?" Arizona said, raising a hoof to strike Pom (whose eyes were closed yet again) once more. She stopped when she heard a musical giggle coming from her most hated enemy. "What're you laughin' at, ice cube?"

Velvet laughed harder, stopping just long enough to give a breathy answer. "I'm laughing, moocow, at how incredibly screwed you are."

Arizona growled, wiping away a thick, slimy bead of sweat that trailed down the side of her face. She paused and looked at her hoof that she had wiped with. A clear droplet hung from it, attached to a long, viscous string. At about the same time that she realized it wasn't sweat, a deep and threatening sound came from behind and above her. Guttural. Feral. Predatory.

"Take this!" she cried, shoving Pom away as she fell onto her forehooves, lifting her rear end to deliver a powerful backwards kick to the mysterious new threat. Before she could, however, a massive yet soft paw slapped her down and held her flat against the ground. She twisted and strained against the heavy weight pinning her down, trying to see what it was.

"Papa, no!" Pom cried.

"Papa...? Wait, is that–" Arizona said, a loud bark cutting her off, leaving her ears ringing. "Oh, no. Not you again!" Atop her was the familiar massive bulk of Papa Dog, a hulking beast of muscle and black-and-white fur.

Pom ran up to the helpless calf, fiercely slapping at her bell and yelling commands. "Papa! Heel! Off! Down! Back! To me!" she said, then felt soft but confident hooves curl around her from behind.

"Come now, Pom," Velvet said in her ear. "Ve shouldn't interfere vis zis. She vas trying to hurt you and he is simply protecting you, no? Let him do his duty."

"But... no, we don't do that with guests!" Pom argued, struggling half-heartedly against Velvet's surprisingly firm grip.

"She's not a guest, she is an intruder on his territory. Really, he has every right to do zis," Velvet said, her voice like icy honey.

"But I... it's not... I mean... ugh. Okay, fine. But then he's gettin' tied back to the stake," Pom said, looking uncertain as she glanced at the leash and attached dirt-covered wooden spike Papa was presently dragging behind him.

"Zere zere, it's okay. I'm sure she'll be fine."

"Okay. I guess so. I mean, you're okay after what he did to y–"

"Ah-shh!" Velvet said, pressing a hoof to Pom's lips. "No. Ve don't talk about zat." She stole a glance over at Arizona, relieved to see that she was far too occupied to notice what Pom had said.

Papa Dog, above captive prey yet again, growled dangerously as he bared his teeth down at the small cow who had managed to flip herself over onto her back. As before, his long, red canine member flopped down with a wet slap. Arizona grunted. "Ah! No! Keep that thing offa me, dangit! Ahhh... ha!" She managed to twist herself free, and she rolled aside. Right into a block of ice that disintegrated the very next moment. Then, Papa was on her again, holding her in place.

"Feisty von, aren't you?" Velvet said, standing next to Papa. She smiled at him. "Hold her still, vould you?" Her smile became devious as she turned back to Arizona, hefting the rope in her hoof.

"You wouldn't dare!" Arizona said, struggling once more.

Velvet dared.

She deftly wound the rope several times around Arizona's four flailing legs, then pulled it tight, bunching all of them together. With incredible swiftness, she tied a knot, pulling it tight with her teeth. "Voilà! Now you are... mmm, how vould you say it? Hog-tied?" Velvet said, then cackled cruelly.

"Lemme go, slushie!" Arizona cried, straining against the expertly-tied rope. As Velvet walked away, Arizona was reminded that there was still an enormous dog on top of her when a drop of slobber splashed against her cheek. And his knotted phallus was once again on her belly, leaving a sticky trail everywhere it touched. "Dangit... stupid mutt! Keep that thing away from me! I'm warnin' ya! It ain't gonna be pretty if you– hnnng!"

Penetration was sudden and ruthless, and Arizona's face contorted into an expression of discomfort as her virgin folds were parted for the first time. She stopped squirming the moment she realized that it was only making it feel weirder, but continued to move her legs against the rope, trying to free them.

"Oh... I can't watch," Pom said, looking away.

"I know, I know," Velvet said in an obviously insincere attempt to be comforting, "but zis is for ze best. I'm sure she vill learn an important lesson from zis."

"Dag nabbit, ya stupid mutt, get offa me!" Arizona shouted angrily. Rebellious to the very end.

Papa buried his bone inside her repeatedly, his thick knot stopping him from full penetration as it slapped wetly against her fuzzy lips. He panted above her, his massive forepaws digging into the dirt on either side of her as he thrust his hips forward repeatedly, his bestial urge to mate driving him to repeat the motion over and over.

Arizona suddenly began emitting small squeaks that came in time with Papa's thrusts, as she seemed to be approaching a climax. As the relentless pounding pushed her to the edge and over it, her quick, short breaths stopped. She looked like she was desperately trying to hold something in. Then, just as streaks of silvery cowcum spurted from between her constricting folds, her first orgasm took her by surprise, and she couldn't keep it in. Her mouth opened, and from deep within her came a long, loud "Mmmooooooooooo~"

Velvet burst out laughing. "She... she really mooed! I can't believe zat she..." she said, laughing too hard to continue.

Pom just looked worried. "You don't think this is kinda mean?" she asked.

Velvet took several moments to collect herself before replying. "Mean? Don't be ridiculous. She probably likes it." Just then, Arizona came again, unable to stop herself from mooing once more, sending Velvet into a new bout of hysterics.

"Papa, go easy on her!" Pom shouted, but he showed no sign of slowing.

The slick cock slammed into Arizona repeatedly, filling the air with lewd squelching sounds and the smell of sex, and the bulging knot pressed desperately against her tunnel, stubbornly seeking entrance where simple tightness denied it. She panted heavily, closing her eyes, and her muscular walls contracted repeatedly around the slippery intruder, sometimes spouting forth gouts of feminine cum. Her coat became matted with sweat as the lewd act wore her out in a way that no fight ever could. Out of breath and embarrassed by her feral moos, she had stopped shouting spiteful insults at the beast atop her, who likely couldn't understand them anyway.

As Arizona's breathing came in short gasps once more, she adopted a concerned face as she let slip one more loud "Mmmooooooo!" Her pussy contracted as she came, then relaxed, contracted, and relaxed... and with a precisely timed thrust from Papa Dog, his cock pushed into her depths deeper than it had yet. His knot suddenly found itself buried between her warm, clutching walls. Her moaning moo became more intense, and his feral growls became lustful grunts as she tightened almost painfully around his sensitive knot. His balls tightened, and when his hips were forward from the last thrust, they stayed there, keeping him inside her.

Papa Dog came hard. His cock thickened with the pulse of hot cum traveling through it, and he delivered his payload up against Arizona's cervix, splashing it with his thick seed. Jets of heated canine semen painted her inner walls, filling her with his essence, then overfilling her. Some filled the small immediate space, some was forced into her womb, and as the pressure built, some spurted out around his knot, leaving sticky lines across her fur and the dirt below them, with her own fluids mixed in.

As his orgasm tapered off to a slow drool, Papa Dog leaned down and licked Arizona's face. "Ack! Pleh! No! Stop it, ya varmint!" Arizona said breathily, unable to sound very threatening when she was so exhausted. She tried to squirm free, but he was well and truly stuck inside her.

"Oh, no..." Pom said. "He's gonna be stuck like that for a while."

Velvet, already grinning, couldn't hold herself back, and she lost herself to another giggle fit.

Arizona, apparently having heard this, glared at Pom. "How long's a while?" she asked. "'Cause I ain't got all day."

"Oh, maybe half an hour or so?" Pom said with a lilt and small smile, attempting to sound innocent.

"Half..." Arizona said, then struggled against her binds once more. "Half an hour?! Y'all can't expect me to lie here fer half an hour! Dangit! No! That... no!"

"Maybe," Velvet said, fighting back tears of mirth, "maybe zis vill give you time to sink about ze lesson you've learned!" Then, she continued laughing, much to Arizona's chagrin.

Pom sighed and walked over to the unhappy cow. "So, uh... while you wait," she said, "you want a cup of tea?"

A half hour passed slowly for the unfortunate Arizona, and after delivering her tea and removing the ropes from her legs, Pom used the tranquil period of time to try to save her roses. They were damaged but not destroyed, and it looked like they'd survive. After replanting them, she sat with Velvet again on her patio.

"So... what is that thing?" Pom asked, indicating the elf-like thing floating above Velvet's shoulder. "It seems to do everything for you except fight."

"Oh, zis?" Velvet said with a cocky smirk. "Zis is a vinter sprite. Zey just like serving reindeer, but ve don't really know vhy. Most reindeer only have von or two sprites, but I have fifteen. Fifteen! Only von can travel vis me zough, so I can't show you ze ozzer fourteen. Zey also hate violence, and zey hide vhenever zere is a fight."

"So, in a way, they're kinda like the pups!"

"Vhat?" Velvet asked, looking like she was just slapped. "If you sink zey are anysing like zose... fleabags, zen–"

"Ah-ahh, finally!" Arizona shouted. "Now, let me up, ya big dummy."

Papa Dog obliged, his shaft and knot retreating back into his sheath, and he removed his bulk from the stocky little cow beneath him. She immediately leapt to her hooves and took on a fighting stance, wobbling visibly.

"Alright, snowcone, let's finish this," she said.

"Seriously?" Velvet asked. "You vant to fight me like zat? You can barely even stand up. You couldn't even beat Pom in your current state. And anyvay, zat mutt behind you isn't going to let us fight here in peace." Pom looked offended, but said nothing.

Arizona held her position, but was visibly uncertain. She looked at Papa Dog, then, after a moment, she sighed. "I guess yer right. Ain't no point in doin' all that again."

"Vhy don't ve just valk home togezzer? Zen, vhen you recover, I can show you how truly hopeless it is trying to conquer perfection!"

Arizona growled. "Yer on! I ain't gonna go easy on ya next time!"

Velvet laughed. "Ve shall see. Pom? Ve should go before ze sun sets. I vant you to know zat I accept your apology and admission zat I beat you, and zat you von't ever get in my vay again."

Pom shook her head as if knocking the words around that she had just heard would make them make sense. "But I never–"

"Ta-ta, darling," Velvet said, already halfway over to Arizona, who looked like she was still struggling to resist pouncing on her foe right there.

As the two ungulates trotted along the road and disappeared behind a hill, hurling immature insults at each other, Pom wondered how long they would actually be able to put off another fight. She looked over at her roses. At least by the time they did fight, it would be someplace far away from her peaceful little home.

As she took a sip of her cold tea, she saw several magical balls of ice fling up above the hill, then fall back out of view. She sighed and looked over at Papa Dog, asleep and unaware of the nearby ruckus. Oh, well. Good enough.