Arctic Heat
Arctic Heat
By Ziegenbock
Life's a bitch, hey?
Day after day, it's always the same. Get up, eat, and then once camp is packed away, you run. Nine, ten hours, non-stop, across the wildest terrain in the world, this frozen wilderness. You reckon that's tough? Wait until you're stuck in a blizzard, icy winds blasting into your face, barely able to see a thing, lungs crippling with each breath. Such is life for a husky.
But you know what? No other animal in the world could do the job better.
His name was Magujuk. He wasn't the largest or strongest of dogs, but he more than made up for that in terms of sheer endurance. Any dog that faced him down, and was left sprawled on the ground, gasping and begging for mercy, could testify to that.
But a husky is also a working dog. Everything about the legendary sled dog, from their dense fur to their powerful bodies and massive lungs, is perfectly built, perfectly honed, for years of running. Still, it's no mean feat to join a sled team. Competition's fierce, and only the very toughest dogs make it. It's still the dream of every young pup, what they do best, their raison d'etre. After all, if you're a husky who can't run, what use are you?
Still, not every dog gets a trial at the same time. And so, you wait. From the start of autumn, you live with your pack in one of the settlements around the coast. Some will be newcomers, others are huge beasts of dogs who have been running on teams for years. Every day, there's a trial run to see who'll be in the team the coming winter. And each time, one or two of the pups are granted their dream. They are given a run with the team.
The trouble for Magujuk was, it was never him. Instead, he'd watch with his fellow pups as the lucky ones were hitched to the sled, panting and raring to run, before with a cry from the musher the team would rush out into the cool Arctic autumn, blazing across the fresh snow and into the wilderness.
How he envied those dogs. All he needed was one trial. Why did they keep overlooking him?
The days dragged on, but still nothing. The other dogs would return each evening, breathless and exhausted. How was it? No comment. They'd lie on the floor, lost in their own frozen worlds. The other dogs would make a huge fuss over them: it's alright, you'll be fine, it was the same for us when we started. Magujuk would stay in a corner, watching and gnawing on a seal bone. They were all in competition, so why did they insist on keeping up pretences?
Soon, other teams began leaving for the winter. Just as the days grew shorter and darker, so Magujuk's chances began to shorten.
*
Magujuk. Today's the day!
All Magujuk could do was stand and stare, as the team's lead dog, Shtiva, told him the news. She couldn't be serious, surely? But no. There he was, walking out with his team-mates, a true sled dog.
In front of the sled they waited, standing side by side. Magujuk stood panting softly, chest pounding, full of pride as at long last that tether of thick seal-hide was slipped around him. This was it.
"You nervous, kid?" asked one of his team-mates. They needn't have asked.
A sudden lurch nearly knocked him off his paws. Regaining his footing, we set off, soon reaching full speed. They had started out faster than he'd expected, and with the weight of the sled he began to tire slightly, taking ever deeper breaths. But soon he settled into rhythm with the team, the regular pounding of padded feet in crisp snow, muscles pumping in perfect harmony, the beautiful light-headed feeling from lack of oxygen all spurring him on, reminding him that this is what he was born to do.
The freezing wind howled through the snow, making dogs and humans alike shiver through their thick coats. It was time to leave the trading post for the winter, and he'd done it. He'd made it into the team. But now, the hard work starts.
"Hmmm. Fresh meat."
Tonrar. Now that's a tough dog. 150 pounds of pure muscle, almost twice the size of most huskies. And boy is he strong. Abandoned and starving in the wild, he once fought and killed a grizzly three times his size for a scrap of meat. A natural boss dog, who means serious business.
"Right. Let's get one thing straight." he growled dominantly, staring down as a predator would its prey. "No one's here to help you. You're here to work, and nobody's going to go easy on you. Especially me." He leant in, growling through his scarred muzzle, long jet-black fur rustling in the wind, every inch a predator. Magujuk tried his best to face up to him, but his hubris soon evaporated as pack instinct, a vestige of lupine heritage, took hold. Tonrar was the alpha, and an alpha must always be obeyed.
"So you'd better learn fast in this team. Or else..." Suddenly he raised his paw, claws outstretched. Magujuk crouched to the ground immediately, ears flattened against his head. A grunt of approval. Satisfied, he turned away, muttering something about 'hopeless rookies'.
So, he had conceded defeat this time. But you can't let guys like that win. If you give them an inch... yes it's cliched, but true as well. They're just not worth it. Besides, they had a job to do, as a team.
And so the team began. There were eleven of them altogether: four bitches including the leader Shtiva; and seven dogs, including Tonrar and Magujuk. And in fact, he settled into the team faster than he'd expected. He was determined to show he could do this, and that determination kept him going.
"Keep running, rookie."
Okay, his determination and Tonrar. At first Magujuk didn't mind this; after all, it was his job to run amongst the team in their 'fan hitch', encouraging then on. But soon, as he began growling more and more orders at Magujuk in particular, it was clear that he was giving a bit more than encouragement.
"Come on. Harder! Faster! Pathetic little puppy. Call yourself a sled dog?"
Keeping a brave face through this duress was hard enough. Running through a gathering storm was harder still.
Had the landscape not been so exposed, they would have happily set up camp there and then. However, set up camp in an open storm and they may have frozen in their sleep. Instead they drove onwards, aiming for some hills a quarter hour ahead. It would be a long few minutes.
First the wind picked up, howling in their ears. Then the storm broke, a solid wall of ice and snow blasting against them, chilling each dog to their very core. One dog yelped as their ankle twisted and threatened to sprain, luckily keeping their footing.
Soon they were heading uphill, a steep ledge on Magujuk's side. Tonrar grunted his commands ever more fiercely, even nipping at his heels. Magujuk was determined not to rise up to the taunting, but try as he may, the tell-tale signs of fatigue were indeed creeping in, every breath becoming deeper, feet falling ever heavier, all the muscles in his body burning and aching as they pushed upwards, the pain growing and growing, threatening to rip every muscle, every sinew in his body clean in two. How he wished he could just stop, just take a rest... no, no, he couldn't. Just the thought of Tonrar standing over him, gloating at him... He gritted his teeth, dug deep and heaved himself onwards, his face raw and stinging, more certain than ever to prove himself, to show that he deserved this.
"Is there something wrong, puppy? Tired, are we? Ah, is it too hard for the poor little doggy?"
Shut up, shut up, shut up!
"Listen to me. You'd better keep running. And if you don't? Well, I'll tie you up and crack each of your ribs, one by one."
Shut up!!
It happened in slow motion. One awkward step, and suddenly his feet slipped beneath him, landing on his chest on the icy ground. He scrambled around quickly, half-dazed, trying to regain his footing before a crack, and the cliff gave way beneath him.
Down he fell, the world flashing before him, before the tether brought him to a shuddering halt. Quickly, he dug his claws into the rock face, with every ounce of strength left in his body. Pain shot through his aching muscles as, try as he may, he just couldn't haul himself any higher. The cliff was just that sheer, the pain that biting.
I'll be fine, I'll be fine. They'll help me. They won't let me fall. Just then, his ears pricked at the sound of dogs straining, and he saw the sled hanging over the cliff edge. So that's why no help had come. Probably they didn't even realise he'd fallen over the edge. He'd just have to wait there until someone came. At least there was the tether to hold him.
A sudden lurch, and Magujuk caught sight of the tether, snagged on a sharp rock, thinning before his eyes. Adrenaline rushed into his bloodstream. He scrambled and clawed frantically at the cliff face, trying as hard as possible to reach the top. But the strength just wasn't there. Think, Magujuk, think. No doubt all of the other dogs would be countering the weight of the sled. One dog removed from their position and the whole sled could career off the edge. So that was the dogs out. Except for...
Any other situation, and the appearance of Tonrar would have been the least welcome sight in the world. But now, as he edged his way down the cliff face, it could have been the devil himself for all Magujuk cared. "Thank goodness, Tonrar," he panted, whilst reaching out a paw in preparation.
Only, Tonrar didn't take it. Instead he stood from his vantage point, just out of paw's reach, staring at the hapless husky. Claws grated slowly down the rock, that dreadful hollow grinding reverberating around the valley. Blood trickled between his paws from where the pads had been rubbed raw. Tonrar was perfectly safe, and he clearly had the measure of the cliff, so what was he waiting for?
Then it struck him: he wasn't going to be saved. Tonrar was just going to watch, the bastard, watch whilst he fell to his death.
Crack. The resistance meeting Magujuk's paws vanished as the world fell away. His heartbeat stopped. His gaze met Tonrar's ice blue eyes, cold, emotionless.
Pain shot through his forearms as the muscle was torn apart. His chest heaved as all the air in his lungs forced itself through his muzzle in a long, agonised howl (for which he had earned his name: 'he who howls'). Through blurred eyes and frostbitten face, he could just make out the raw wounds in his arms, blood coagulating in the bitter chill, four razor-sharp claws sunk deep into each.
Tonrar said nothing. With an icy calm, he hauled his comrade gradually over the precipice, making lighter work of the task than Magujuk had ever thought possible. He growled at the pain in his arms, threatening to tear clean from his chest. He'd dug his top teeth into his bottom lip, blood trickling from these fresh marks and down his neck.
Eventually they reached the top. Magujuk collapsed in the snow, chest heaving, exhausted but alive. He winced as he flexed those tough arm and shoulder muscles, the dull throbbing thankfully abating. Craning his neck, he licked his arms and paws, cleaning his wounds. A little rest tonight and he'd be fine, thank goodness. Beside him, Tonrar had crouched down, barely breaking into a pant. Magujuk felt pathetic next to him. Christ, he was tough.
"Wow, Tonrar, I... I don't know what to say," Magujuk managed between gasps. "Thank you, I guess."
But still Tonrar said nothing. He glanced at his team mate, then rose to his paws and slipped away.
A thud, and a snowdrift stung Magujuk's face as the sled was secured back on the ledge. Dogs and bitches alike sighed, relieved, brushing beside one another and congratulating themselves. Some even dared to wag their bushy tails. But even with their celebrations it was only a matter of time.
"Magujuk? Oh my God, what happened to you?" Shtiva rushed to his side as soon as the tether was released. Calling Tonrar and some others to her, they helped Magujuk back to his feet. Magujuk winced slightly as he took a few tentative steps, soon regaining his stride. Despite numerous protestations, he was hitched back to the sled with a new tether, and after a break and a few final cross-checks, the team departed once more. Progress was painful and uneasy, but thankfully the weather eased somewhat, and together they reached sheltered ground and set about preparing camp for the night.
*
Sleep was slow to come to Shtiva, despite the day's events. The weather had thankfully passed, and after several restless minutes, the husky had reluctantly left the camp for a brief walk. She was concerned. An experienced and intelligent lead dog, she had worked with many huskies over the years, always undertaking her duties with a firm assurance and a demeanour as cool as the Arctic tundra itself. This team, however, was not coalescing, particularly that newcomer Magujuk. Granted, anyone's self esteem would be low after today. But this guy would probably be at rock bottom by now. She had watched him from a young age, and there was no doubt that he was very talented. Yet brute strength alone doesn't make you a great sled dog: you also need to be a team player, and, well... okay, it's early days. Give him time, he'll settle in. They usually do.
A rustle of bushes made the husky freeze. Ears perked, she listened intently, her rapid breath clouding on the icy air. The scent was hard to distinguish; possibly canine, or perhaps... lupine. She shuddered at the thought of running into wolves in their current predicament. Especially after her previous encounter.
Another rustle. She crouched to the crisp snow, a faint growl building in her deep chest. Canine instinct seized the predator. She flexed her claws before leaping into the air, a great muscular mass breaking her descent.
"Whoa, whoa, it's only me, Magujuk," the figure choked from beneath her grasp.
"Magujuk, honestly, skulking around the undergrowth like a shrew. You gave me a start, that's for sure. You should be resting up, especially after today."
"I'm trying, Shtiva, but I just can't. There's so much I keep thinking about, keep worrying over."
"Well, you know I'm here to help you, so feel free to tell me what's the matter. But let's start heading back first. It's freezing out here tonight."
Together the two huskies crossed the wild tundra, fresh snow crunching beneath steady pawfall. The full moon hung low in the austral sky, illuminating the endless expanse of white in a beautiful, ethereal, eerie lustre. Behind, around, before the sled dogs, all was still.
"Shtiva, everything I do is wrong. I mean, I've always done so much, for myself, for others. But it's never enough."
"Well, it seems to me that you've spent your whole life being told how much better you are than other dogs. You've been told it so much that you've started believing it. But this attitude hasn't made you any happier. Am I right?
"You see Magujuk, all we ask, all anyone can ask of you, is that you do the best you can. Come on Magujuk, most huskies would give the fur on their back to reach where you have already. This is my seventh winter in this game, would you believe, and in all that time I've never known a newcomer with such stamina. And you're still so young. So don't write yourself off so soon. You have years ahead of you, I'm sure of that."
"Try telling Tonrar that."
She sighed. "In all honesty, the best thing you can do about Tonrar is ignore him. He's been like that ever since I first met him. It's just his way, and it's really not worth beating yourself up over. I'll have a word with him, anyway. The most important thing is, comparing yourself to others won't help you at all, and you'll only feel bitter. It's all about what you do with your life. You're in control. You want to make a difference, don't let anyone stop you. Just go for it.
"Anyway, we'd best be tuning in for the night. You'll be fine though, Magujuk. We're really pleased to have you in our team."
Magujuk glanced at the lead dog, not fully believing her, before the two huskies parted.
*
It happened so suddenly. A snarling mass of animal swept Magujuk off his paws. He lay sprawled on his back, a huge force crushing his throat. Blinking snow from his eyes, he could make out the shadow of a huge beast looming over him, which he could not shift. He took the creature for a bear, until it spoke:
"Welcome to the team."
Tonrar kept his paw clasped to Magujuk's neck, muscles tensing under all that thick fur. He growled deeply, baring inch-long fangs, saliva dripping from his muzzle. Around him three or four of his team mates, all dogs, stood dead still, to attention. Magujuk stared at the animal that now held his life in its claws.
"What do you want?"
"To show you your place." Tonrar snarled at him, neck fur bristling. "To teach you how things work around here. I am your alpha, and what I say, goes. And as alpha, there's one thing I demand above all others. And that's discipline. You will do as you're told. Got it? And when I tell you to push onwards, you do so without objection. Because when one dog is ill-disciplined, just one, mistakes happen. And we all know about mistakes, don't we Magujuk, sled dog extraordinaire? We were almost killed today, back at the cliffs, all of us. And it was all your fault. Do you understand?"
Magujuk remained silent. Instantly a chilling sense of fear began to grow inside him as instinct took hold. He began quivering and his chest grew tight. His head filled with the sound of Tonrar's deep growling.
"I said do you understand?"
"Yes, yes Tonrar, I understand," he whimpered, his breathing easing slightly.
"Good. You are in this team now, and you will listen me."
"And what if I choose to leave?"
The second those words left his muzzle, Magujuk regretted it. Again that horrible sense of despair swept over the dog.
Tonrar removed his paw. He and his cohort stepped away from Magujuk, who struggled to his feet.
"Go on then. Run."
Run? Run? Where would he run? How would he survive, with no pack, no food, no friends? Never had running seemed so daunting, so chilling. A husky is made to run, yes, but in a team. And to run, alone... The thought itself was terrifying, filling him with the most awful, soul-crushing loneliness. Howling softly, he edged his way towards where Tonrar now stood, deliberately avoiding his gaze.
"Good dog. You must understand, Magujuk, that I don't hate you. Everything I'm doing is for your own good, to strengthen our team. Now it's time for you to learn where you rank."
Before Magujuk could answer, the cohort had him pinned to the ground, claws scraping eagerly down his sides and flank, one dog slowly wrapping his muzzle around Magujuk's throat. He braced himself for the killing blow, but it never came. Tonrar, meanwhile, had moved to his rear.
"Lift your tail."
Magujuk hesitated, not fully understanding the command.
"Lift your tail, rookie."
Still his tail stayed clamped between his legs. A terrible rumbling began deep in Tonrar's chest.
He held his breath. Tonrar began circling.
"Is... that... a challenge?"
The jaws around his neck began to close, those lethal fangs digging into flesh, trickles of blood running down his slate-grey fur.
No no, no challenge..."
"Prove it!"
With all the concentration left in his adrenaline-soaked mind, he gradually hauled his tail into the air. A couple of the dogs peeled away from his side, and the fangs disappeared from around his neck. Magujuk tried to catch his breath when Tonrar grasped his muzzle and leant in with a wicked smile on his face. "Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?"
Behind him, Magujuk was aware of some sniffing and rooting around below his still-raised tail. Suddenly he squirmed as he felt something cool and wet smothering all over his rear and his lower legs. For God's sake, what were they doing? And what kind of sick game was Tonrar playing? All through this, he just kept staring at Magujuk, growling softly, with a knowing smile. Magujuk's heart pounded in his chest as he stared at Tonrar, those bright purple eyes penetrating into his, black and silver fur rustling in the bitter wind. The longer they stayed like this, the more dignified the great dog seemed, and the weaker Magujuk felt.
Soon the licking stopped. Tonrar released his grip, and moved towards Magujuk's rear.
Magujuk's breath grew rapid. What could he do? He dared not look behind, just hoping that whatever Tonrar had planned, it would be over quick. The rest of the group stood around, surrounding him in a circle. He looked left, right, left again, each dog simply watching, waiting. He felt the wind, biting right through his fur and freezing him to the very core. Running was out of the question; he'd just have to let them carry out what they wanted. These dogs were serious: the fang marks in his neck were proof enough of that. He stood, still, concentrating hard on keeping breathing when he felt two paws rest on his back.
He tensed, readying himself for the fur to be ripped from his bones. But the paws just stayed there, claws sinking ever so slightly into the flesh. A huge weight rested on top of him, thick coarse fur bristling against his own, a deep growl growing by his left ear as something blunt and wet stabbed at his rear. And then it dawned on him.
"Oh. Oh God. No, no, no no no! Stop!" He twisted and turned, kicking and bucking frantically, trying to escape, but Tonrar held firm. Soon more dogs came to his side, pinning him, holding him still while Tonrar reaffirmed his grip. Still he tried to escape, until Tonrar sunk his claws deep into Magujuk's back, those great thick daggers tearing through tough flesh, drawing thick glistening rivers of crimson through his pelt. He barked, barking loud and long, desperate to get any attention he could, only silenced with a mighty claw-filled blow to the skull. Pain filled his head as his ear hung limp and shredded against his skull, blood pouring from the gash in his head.
"Please. Please, Tonrar. I'm begging..."
Magujuk didn't even have the energy left to keep Tonrar out of him. He simply stood there as Tonrar plunged in, lustful grunts ringing in Magujuk's ears as his weak whimpering suddenly broke through into an agonized howl. Panic and disbelief filled the sled dog. Yes he'd mated before himself, and mating with females, well, that was natural, wasn't it? But... with a male? He felt himself gag at the thought of just what was being driven into him... and where.
Tonrar just seemed oblivious to the pain ripping through Magujuk's body, the great animal focused on nothing more than sating his animal desire. Soon he had thrust in as far as he could, throwing himself forward with a grunt of pleasure. Then he began.
Tonrar pulled back, then pounded in again, heated growls streaming through his muzzle with each thrust. He clearly didn't want to take it slow either. Male, female, who cared? Every essence of the animal that was Tonrar was now locked into that one goal, his body screaming out for it, that one release, that burning rush, the ecstasy of claiming his bitch. Tears rolled down Magujuk's cheeks as he choked through his howls, utterly helpless to stop the vicious thrusts. Tonrar began to pant as he drove in even harder, then grunted repeatedly as he felt himself swell, pushing even harder as his mind clouded over with lust, humping wilder and faster before one almighty thrust and finally he let forth a ferocious howl and collapsed his entire weight onto Magujuk, whose own howls of agony mingled with Tonrar's in a primal symphony, raw, vicious and more ancient than warm-blooded life itself. Suddenly Tonrar started jerking violently, grinning as he claimed his reward for satisfying that most carnal of instincts, warm thick liquid gushing from his engorged endowment, the massive veined bulging meat swelling still and locking him in.
Yipping and whimpering started. Gazing around dimly, Magujuk saw the cohort surrounding him once more, evidently excited by the spectacle before them. Muzzles hung agape, tongues licking across in anticipation, whilst between their great muscled haunches every dog sported a huge member, swollen and dripping. All stared at Tonrar, and on Tonrar's bark they closed in.
The huskies brushed up beside Tonrar and Magujuk, wrapping themselves tightly around the copulating animals. One husky took Tonrar's sac into his muzzle, suckling on each testicle, reaching up a paw and massaging lewdly where his boss's knot lay engorged inside his mate, the beast tensing and growling hard whilst firing another rope of husky cum.
One of the dogs jumped up in front of Magujuk, paws resting on his shoulders, his penis aimed right between Magujuk's eyes. He smelt the stale musky odour of young fit horny dog mixing with the sweet and salty scent of fluid oozing from the canine length.
The husky walked forward, pressing himself against Magujuk's muzzle. Magujuk turned his head slightly, making the other dog growl. A thick arm from above wrapped around his neck, grasping under his muzzle and raising his head towards the meat. Still Magujuk kept his jaws firmly shut. Tonrar tightened his paw, the great furred arm wrenching down. He held firm, straining as the pressure grew, claws now sliding into his jaw and gums and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Tonrar pulled harder, Magujuk gritting his teeth in response, a second paw now prising his upper jaw, prising him open like a starving bear tearing into a baby seal. The strength sapped from his jaws, now parted slightly, his comrade smearing that meat eagerly over his face and whimpering desperately. Magujuk clamped his teeth with all his might, gnashing them together, feeling his jawbone about to snap at any moment before a sudden crack, his muzzle opened and the husky drove home.
"That's it rookie, take it all. And God help you if you bite."
The first few inches slid in and out of Magujuk's muzzle, grinding against the roof of his mouth. Magujuk focused on breathing through his nose and trying to keep swallowing, inadvertently rippling his long tongue over the meat and coaxing a whimper and some eager bucks from the dog. Magujuk had just adjusted his breathing to be comfortable (given the situation) when with a sudden yelp the animal jerked itself deep into his throat. Instantly he began to gag, heaving as the shaft ground in to the hilt, but a growl from Tonrar and he suppressed it. His jerks aroused Tonrar enough to fire yet more thick dog semen.
The dog was close now, the thick canine length swelling before Magujuk's eyes, pistoning in and out of his muzzle. The fleshy bulge popped out of its sheath, driven hard against his mate's snout. One final shove and the husky grasped the scruff of Magujuk's neck between his teeth, a series of loud grunts signalling both his mind clouding over in euphoria, and his dog sperm spurting into Magujuk's stomach.
What a sight he must have looked. Three highly excited huskies sniffing, licking, stroking each other all over him, another emptying his load into his throat fresh from those great testicles, and to top it all off his boss (his own boss!) splayed over his back, crushing Magujuk with his weight, cock wedged deep into him and still firing his husky sperm. And he didn't even looked tired. Magujuk knew, from the odd quick brainless hump with a heaty bitch, what it felt like to tie a knot, and how utterly drained he felt after ten seconds, let alone ten minutes!
Soon the bursts of cum down his throat slowed to a trickle. One final sigh and the husky shuffled backwards, sliding out of Magujuk's mouth and landing back on all fours. The taste still filled his muzzle, musky and undeniably male, a drop of fluid landing on his tongue... at once he was coughing, retching roughly and attempting to vomit, to purge his body of those disgusting juices. But it was hopeless. He hung his head low, gasping down some massive breaths and spitting out as much fluid as he could.
Weak, he told himself. That's what you are. Weak! Just leave now. Leave, whimper, howl. Crawl to your mother's teat and suckle, warm yourself with mama's milk: that's all you're good for. Now those two brutes over there, they're what you call huskies. So strong and commanding, their every movement majestic, magical... enticing.
What?
He stared, he looked away, but he couldn't stop staring. This was wrong, so wrong. But he just couldn't wrench his eyes away as the two huge dogs intertwined. Just seeing them rolling around in the snow, staring totally enraptured into each other's eyes, one sliding his paw all along the other's member, caused something to stir in Magujuk. But you can't, I mean, they're males right? A nervous paw crept down to his crotch.
Oh God. No.
There it was, his very own doghood; long, dripping, and every bit as swollen as his team mates'.
"There we have it, team."
If only the ground could open into a crevasse, and Magujuk could sink down. He fixed his gaze at the ground ahead, curling himself up, cowering like an ill-bred pup. Alone, ignoring as best he could the deep growls building all around him, the push and jostle of dog bone and dog muscle, he tried his hardest to force all these grotesque thoughts out of his mind, fine powdered snow crunching beneath tense forepaws. But, still those thoughts remained. But why? The massive hot husky right beside him didn't help, neither did the right paw running tenderly through his pelt, nor the left reaching down to his... oh.
Skilled paws wrapped around the tender flesh, keeping a firm but light grip on the husky. Oh, those paws. Nimble, dexterous, searching for the next point, the next tender zone to coax the husky down into these most base of pleasures. Gently they plumped and smoothed over him, sometimes near the thick base, sometimes near the sensitive tip, smearing droplets of fluid over him. Occasionally he would whimper louder as a claw flicked over the shaft. Oh, and the pads... Warm, rough from hours of training and running, a lifetime of work and dedication in those tough leathery feet, rubbing and grating against him, the little voice of dignity in his head silenced with every delicious twitch. Soon the whimpers wouldn't stop, those paws still continuing their perpetual caress, drawing him ever closer to release before a growl, a growl of true passion and want, and the touch of the paws became wet and sticky.
The paws slid away, patting his flank as reward for his obedience. But it wasn't the same. He needed those paws, needed to feel once more their teasing touch. He glanced to his side, and met the husky's eyes with the faintest of moans. No more needed be said.
The husky crouched down on his chest, nose-to-nose, and nestled his way underneath the proud young dog. Magujuk even lifted a forepaw subconsciously to accommodate him. Now, the waiting game began. In truth it may have been only seconds, but for Magujuk, sandwiched between those great strong furry brutes, each instant dragged on forever. What was coming was inevitable, as unavoidable as dawn after night. That long flicking tail before, that warm steaming breath on his crotch beneath... one last time that voice came back... run... but it barely registered, so misted over was Magujuk's mind, whining softly as he willed, urged to be relieved from these feelings as suddenly the dog swallowed his meat, down to the base.
Magujuk howled, shivering not from the bitter air tearing through the forest but with pure bestial delight as at last that muzzle engulfed his length, sliding and slurping from top to bottom, that thick tongue snaking right round before coming to rest at the tip, hooking his muzzle around the length and bobbing his head back and forth, twisting his whole body to get the best grip on the length and ensnare the helpless animal above. And this time, there was no protest. All Magujuk could feel was a blizzard, blurring his sight, ripping through his fur to seize his breath and engulf him in this unstoppable force of nature. He trembled, shaking ever more violently until his hips began to rock back and forward, ramming himself viciously into the male's muzzle. The dog murred whilst his muzzle filled with canine juices and saliva, drooling most down his face. Somewhere above Tonrar growled gruffly at this sudden enthusiasm from the rookie, sometimes scratching behind the ear of the 'good dog'. But Magujuk was far beyond caring. This was about him now, what he wanted, what he needed, and my God it felt good! This was his team, this or nothing, and no matter how hard the team pushed him he would drive on as hard as he could. He writhed against the two dogs, howling intermittently, the heat from their bodies and their fur rising to almost unbearable levels.
It didn't take long at all. He was truly humping, bucking as he would a bitch in heat. The dog continued swallowing, sensually stroking him with muzzle and tongue until suddenly there was no turning back, his length now beginning to swell, wracking his mind with nothing but lust and leaving him no choice whatsoever but to pound furiously just a few more times before his body flooded with a delicious cocktail of hormones millions of years in creation and throw his muzzle skyward and howl, long, long and powerful, his huge swollen knot shoved into his mate and locking it into his throat. The instant that great bulge locked into the muzzle he erupted, all that lust and frustration pent up inside finally unleashed, thick gouts of animal sperm firing in several short bursts as the first wave of climax subsided slightly before spiking once more, cramping and contorting the husky with a wicked grin on his muzzle and another flurry of ejaculation.
He hung his head low while gulping down breaths, legs shaking and threatening to give way at any moment, thick foam dripping from his mouth. He tried to lay down, but a tug in his rear and a grunt from behind and he straightened up whispering 'sorry, sorry'. Instead he just stood there riding out his painfully glorious climax, grunting in pure agonizing delight.
Eventually, Tonrar deflated just enough for him to haul out of Magujuk's rear. Magujuk, still in the final stages of climax, whimpered as each delicious inch pulled through him, grinding against his prostate, sighing in relief as it slid out accompanied with a stream of canine cum. After this, the dog servicing Magujuk opened his muzzle and slid back, releasing Magujuk with a final lick. Straightening up, they brushed against each other wordlessly, side to side, their warm bodies so soothing, so calming, Magujuk feeling his very last drops spurt onto the snow. Nuzzling each other, the dog licked his cheek. Magujuk felt so warm and content that he barely resisted as the tongue crept into his own muzzle, parting his lips, and suddenly his mouth filled with liquid. Then he remembered: the other dog hadn't swallowed. Cheeky bastard. Still, he swilled the semen, his semen, around his mouth, thick, pungent and slightly salty, before gulping it down.
"Okay, clean yourselves up. We leave at dawn tomorrow."
The nameless husky parted from Magujuk, and set about licking his own paws and crotch along with the other dogs. Magujuk groomed his fur, brushing with his head to smooth his dense pelt. Now and again, little sparks of afterglow shook him as his shaft retreated. Magujuk watched in silence as the last inch snaked back into his furry sheath.
Tonrar gave a short yip, and began heading back to camp, the other huskies joining behind him one by one.
Magujuk waited by himself for a few moments. There was no point denying it; he enjoyed that. And who knows, maybe he'd enjoy being in this team? With that unmistakeable taste still strong in his mouth, Magujuk bounded through the snowdrifts to join his team.