Chapter 9

The Fight

Tracker had been at Maria's house with Xochitl all day. Carlos had randomly decided out of nowhere to go to Adventure Bay to buy something, so he had left the aurally gifted Chihuahua in her care. Tracker did not have an issue spending a day with the wonderful xolo, even if Carlos wouldn't tell him what he was going to buy, or clearly had no intention of telling him. Anyway, the two pups had spent a good chunk of their day playing like…well, puppies. And then they had spent the next 20 minutes cuddling, and now they were kissing. The two were wrapped in a warm, passionate embrace. Tracker was whisked away on a cloud of euphoria, until he suddenly came crashing down upon feeling the… awkward… sensations that he had become all too familiar with as of late. It wasn't too long before Xochitl noticed, he just knew she had, and at first, she had paid it no attention, but as he became more visibly uncomfortable, she broke the kiss only to see that he was more rojo than a tomatl.

"Hold on a sec," she said before running back to the house, and returning seconds later with Maria, who was wearing an apron over her huipil.

"Um,Tracker," began Maria as she approached the small dog, before tapping him on the back of his neck. "Oh!" gasped Maria as she got an unintentional glimpse of it.

"Y-yes?" began the Chihuahua nervously.

"Tracker do you know how to," and she whispered the rest in his ear.

Tracker nodded. "But Carlos said to first try ignoring it until it goes away," he informed her.

"Never mind what Carlos said, right now you just need the relief. You can…" Maria stuttered. "Behind that big tree over there."

After Tracker disappeared behind the tree, Maria began to head back to the house when she noticed Xochitl creeping off toward the tree. "So, it's not just Tracker," she thought with an eye roll.

Xochitl suddenly felt something grab her collar, only to look up and see that it was her owner, and gave an unconvincing look of feigned innocence and response. Maria, not wanting to hear a bad excuse, preemptively told her, "Let's give him some privacy, diabolita." Xochi smiled like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, earning a chuckle from Maria. "Forget the ones on him, I am already chopping up an ahuacatl in the kitchen," she teased.

"But Tracker doesn't have any ahuacatl with him, and besides, he isn't an ahuacatl tree," she said confused.

Maria giggled at her pup's innocence before leading her back to the house. However, once inside, Maria went straight by the kitchen to her room, grabbing a towel along the way. When they got to her room, she laid out the towel, and explained, "Now, would I be right to assume you're feeling a little…"

Xochitl blushed in response.

"Why don't you take a little moment here, and meet me in the kitchen when you're done," suggested her owner.

Xochitl embarrassedly nodded.

Back behind the tree, Tracker was about to begin his little session when his keen ears picked up Xochitl's paw steps moving toward him. He gulped, bracing himself for the embarrassing situation ahead, but then, he suddenly heard Maria pull her away. Tracker breathed a sigh of relief, it would have just been too embarrassing if Xochi saw him doing this. However, the more he thought about it, the more excited he felt, and before he knew it, his paws were moving at an increased speed.

Meanwhile, over in the Dino Wild's, Rex and Jura were going about a typical day with the dinosaurs.

"You know, the two of us lead actual lives outside of that you pupverts," he told the audience.

Meanwhile, over in Foggy Bottom, Carlos was browsing in the seedy store that Katie had described in the story Ryder's Fear. In Carlos's basket was a box covered in pictures of cartoon snakes, the contents of which he didn't actually need, and a DVD whose cover showed four desperate looking Aztec peasants approaching a nervous looking Aztec priestess. After a brief thought, he slipped a copy of play dog into his basket thinking, "Tracker might want this someday." Hke then paid for his purchases and left the store, only to see his ride back to the jungle waiting for him in front of the landscaping company across the street.

Back at Maria's house, Xochitl walked right into the kitchen to see Maria at work preparing dinner. As soon as she entered the room, Maria asked her pup, "feeling better."

The hairless nodded.

"You're almost in time for dinner," stated her owner. The two of them then heard a distinct bay. "And it seems Tracker is too," giggled Maria.

A few minutes later, the two set down to a wonderful home-cooked dinner of chorizo enchiladas dripping with queso, and a side of ahuacamoli.

An hour later Carlos arrived to pick up Tracker. As soon as he arrived at Maria's house, he asked how he' had been.

"Okay, except for this one thing," began Maria.

"What happened," asked Carlos in response.

Maria whispered the day's events into Carlos's ear.

"Are you Loco!" screamed the young naturalist/archaeologist.

"I don't see what the big deal is," shot back Maria. "This is a perfectly natural and healthy way for him to deal with that."

"The deal is that I don't want to encourage him to think about this kind of thing, at least until he is a little older!"

"I think you are overestimating how much control over this you truly have," she retorted.

"What are you talking about?" he shot back.

"How fast either of them develops is nature's call, not ours, our job is to provide good guidance," dodged Maria.

"Good advice like encouraging them to fuck at this age?" fired back Carlos.

"First of all, if I had been giving that advice, I would not have prevented Xochitl from watching him. Second, look at them, they are clearly meant for each other, that is going to happen someday," shouted Maria defensively.

"Whatever you say bruja," mumbled Carlos.

"If that's the way you're going to be about it coyotl, you can fucking leave!" screamed a visibly stung Maria.

"Fine," responded Carlos as he grabbed the Chihuahua's collar and began to drag him away. However, before he went out the door, Tracker, shot a look back at Xochitl. Both dogs could see a tear in the other's eye.

Notes:

Nahuatl words: Ahuacatl = avocado; (has a double meaning) Ahuacamoli = Guacamole; Tomatl = Tomato;

Xochitl going to maria for help: Think of a kid going to their mom when they don't know how to handle something when they don't know how.

Huipil: A kind of indigenous female garment

Tracker and Xochitl's sexuality: Keep in mind that this is still a relatively new thing for both of them, and they are still figuring things out.

But he isn't…: See note about sexuality above

Diobolita: Diablo + ito + feminine

Carlos in Foggy Bottom: Clearly the pups aren't the only ones trying to work through things.

Carlos and Maria's fight: There is more going on here with Carlos then meets the eye.

Reviews:

Guest: I hope that little cameo helped. I would love to write more with them, but I need some ideas of what to do with them, (besides the experimentation implied in personal History [if you actually want to see that, how explicit?])

Skeldude: They are all from a single litter, note the hint in chapter 15 of New Leaf as to why their parents fucked up.

Color Gotcha Gamer: could you please be a bit more specific about what you liked.