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On the third day of their vacation, something in their car froze - and neither of the wild dog twins knew enough about cars to figure out just what it was. Lack of cell phone service way out here in the mountains meant that they couldn't call anyone for help, and the nearest town lay about thirty miles out down in the valley, so what had been originally intended to be a long weekend turned instead into a weeklong deal for when the temperature rose at least a little bit. Good thing they'd brought an abundance of food, and later found that the cabin itself housed a considerable supply of canned goods; on the days where the water didn't run (which was, to say, most of them), they could at least go get water from the nearby hot springs to boil and to bathe.

For the latter of these, they each usually preferred the other's tongue: that was another reason that they had planned this little outing of theirs, just the two of them. Khari's work and Harori's classes often kept the two apart for most of the day, and when they did both get home, either one or both of them were often too tired to try to do anything together. So, quality time with each other had been in a bit of a drought... and needless to say, that had been remedied very soon after the thick wooden door of this cabin had closed behind the two of them. Hell, that drought had ended once they'd pulled off the highway onto the country road that led here, and Harori felt his brother's paw sliding up between his legs while he drove.

Road was two lanes wide, but he'd ended up treating it as one as a result of that little distraction.

The solitude was also pleasant, to a degree. Didn't have to worry about anyone coming from the other direction on the way here, and now they could sleep in until the cold sun pierced through the curtains of their bedroom window with no worry of having to set the trash out, or get ready for work, or have to deal with the next-door neighbors... no strangers coming by to knock. Well-insulated house meant that they could wander around naked, or at least until one of them decided to go out to gather more wood for the furnace.

Harori had been the one to do it last time, so now he got to lounge back on the leather couch with his paws behind his head and his mind drifting off into a doze while Khari took care of the work. All the time in the world to do whatever he wanted, and yet the thing that stood out first and foremost in his head was sleeping. Didn't really get a chance to do that for pleasure back home with his classes to worry about - and really, he should've brought along his books to read, but... well.

Khari provided more than enough for him in that regard, in the way of things to practice and study. Their first day had been spent in Harori... reacquainting himself with his brother's body, with his appearance and his scents and his tastes; then the second had been the same, but with roles reversed; and then the third... well, the third had been a bit of an anomaly, what with that snow leopard business. A fun, pleasant anomaly, but an anomaly nonetheless. And what was stranger was that that leopard hadn't returned, which honestly came to Harori as a surprise.

When visiting a friend down in Mexico once, he and his brother had come across a very intact stray male dog, and after about two hours of trying to shake the hound, they brought him home and gave him much the same treatment - and then couldn't get rid of him for the rest of their visit. Maybe that was just in the nature of snow leopards, though. Not every day you go out to the mountains and just fucking see one, much less... much less what they'd...

...Harori squirmed on the couch and let his paw drift down to his groin, the dog wearing only the single pair of jeans he'd brought. As a result of this, his interactions with his brother and that snow leopard, and the lack of enough water to do laundry in... of course that fabric had become a bit saturated with scent. A brief rub and squeeze, and he brought that paw back to his muzzle, breathed in... and shivered sweetly. His own musk and Khari's beneath it, with the extra sting of a feral cat's piss covering everything else... enjoyable in much the same way as rich, bitter coffee. Since he thought about it now, since it was what he wanted, it carried a strong appeal to it.

First the taste of the leopard's piss, then the taste of its rump... and the feeling of that tailhole squeezing tight around the base of his cock had been something else entirely, too. That was honestly part of why Harori looked forward to his turn to get the firewood: there was always that thought, that hope in the back of his head that he'd come across that leopard again, and he and his brother could share the enjoyment. It was a bonding experience, after all: they'd shared at least one deep kiss while each balls-deep in either end of the leopard.

Come to think of it - Harori lifted himself up and peeked over the back of the couch - the other wild dog was taking his sweet time in getting that firewood. Some... what, twenty minutes now, according to the big grandfather clock standing by the hallway? That should've been enough time for him to find the spot, chop some up, and get back here... and also could've been enough for Harori to indulge in a little me-time, especially with the thoughts of that leopard fresh in his head.

That wouldn't have been fun, though, without his brother between his legs to clean him up. And besides, Khari would've been easily able to smell his release on him once he got back, and then he'd do his thing of demanding he cover that scent in his own... which, honestly, wasn't a bad thing. Harori squeezed his paw between his legs again, feeling the unavoidable stir and stiffen that came around whenever he thought of his twin dropping his pants, rolling his foreskin back, and draining his bladder over his muzzle.

Of course Khari liked him to return the favor, too. In fact, there was this spot outside the cabin and down the hill a bit, where they'd totally melted the snow away and revealed the dead grass beneath, with the other snow further down the slope having been tinted a rich gold... every morning and evening the two of them went down and decided who would be standing and who would be kneeling, and they'd get their shower, to then clean off in the nearby hot springs. Of course, they usually didn't even make it that far. Just the other day Harori had started looking through some of the other cupboards for some tea or something, just something to clear his throat and freshen his breath.

Right as he started to slip his paw beneath the waistband of his pants to enjoy these thoughts and memories a little more fully, his dinner-plate ears perked at the familiar sound of the cabin's door latch coming open, and then the creak of the hinges. And then-

"Harori?"

He lifted his head over the back of the couch again. Sure enough Khari stood there, all bundled up in his puffy coat with an armful and a half of chopped wood precariously balanced before him. "Yeah?"

"Could you come here?"

Funny; usually Khari did the opposite of prevent Harori from enjoying himself. That was actually a funny point in their relationship, strange as the whole thing was: they'd had an interest in each other as younger pups, took each other's virginities as an eighteenth birthday present to each other, spent most of their time together from then on and gradually became more open about their relationship with others... but it hadn't been until the last two or three years that they'd each gotten comfortable pawing off in the other's presence, outside of a party or public exhibition or something.

Harori was still a little on the fence about it - which explained why he only had to adjust his pants slightly after he stood up - while his brother, in contrast, absolutely loved it. On more than one occasion Khari shoved him down between his legs and kept him there, a foot braced against Harori's shoulder, to keep him at a distance while he stroked himself off, which of course worked his brother up as well. Canid nose when kept level with uncut cock, hard and close to orgasm... the aroma kept him drooling, in more than one way.

Khari stood in the threshold with the door propped against his back, letting in the icy wind from outside. It hadn't snowed since yesterday morning, but still that breeze bit sharp and cold into Harori's skin beneath his bare fur. He kept his arms crossed tight around his chest, and made sure to stand off at a distance. "What? What is it?"

With that, Khari stepped to the side and opened the door a little bit further with his back as he did so... and brought into view something standing there in the snow behind him, about the size of a medium dog. Smoky-grey fur all over with little rosettes of stormcloud grey. The snow leopard looked up at him from around his brother, moss-green eyes catching the light of the sun hidden behind flat grey clouds above.

When he next looked at Khari, the other wild dog glowed with a bright grin from behind that stack of logs. "Is this yours?"

"You didn't."

"Wasn't me, hon. He just kinda showed up when I was cutting the wood. I think he thought I was you - remember how you said he just kind of marked you last time, out of the blue?"

His mouth had been open. How would he have forgotten? When Khari brushed past him, though, the only scent he wore was his own... and even that was a bit strong for him. "Yeah?"

"Well, I think he wanted to do that to me. So I stopped him, and gave him a taste of his own medicine."

"You what?"

"Mhmm." Loud clatter as he dropped all those logs, and then Khari came back over, knelt down in front of the leopard still outside, and placed both his paws right against its front. "Gave him a drink. Look."

Sure enough when Harori leaned in and squinted, he could see it; chin still dripping, fur stained golden-yellow around his muzzle... and the closer he leaned, the stronger his brother's scent came to him. And that wasn't just because Khari had taken up his place beside him, paws on his hips. He had also only brought one pair of pants.

"And he just... took it? Also, can we close the door? It's damn cold."

Khari half-bent over, patted his thighs... and then even more to his surprise, the snow leopard flicked his ears and bounded up the steps and into the cabin. "You bet he did. Does that surprise you in the slightest? Remember how he took both of our piss last time? - Hey, I bet he's still thirsty. Why don't you take him outside and fix that, while I get cleaned up?"

"Lemme go get my jacket, first..." No way he was going to miss that opportunity, especially with those thoughts still fresh in his head. The African wild dog stepped around the two of them so he could close the damn door himself, making sure to shoot a glare Khari's way as he did so, and then started back towards their bedroom down the hallway. That leopard really was the strangest thing, coming so confidently for them, and not shying away in the slightest from any touch or... or anything else, for that matter.

Tongue, and rump, and sheath... once he got back to the room, Harori couldn't help but run his paws down between his legs again, knowing full well what would come once he got back to his brother and the leopard. After all, he had been looking forward to this since that first time earlier in the week. In fact, his jacket still bore the leopard's scent quite strongly, enough to make him wrinkle his nose once he pulled it over his arms.

At least going to put on his shirt and jacket gave Harori time to calm back down. No matter how many times he'd done it, he still always had to stop and build up his own confidence when it came to messing around with a feral - could he be blamed for that? - and especially with one that really was just a wild animal.

Khari seemed to have no trouble with this, however. By the time Harori had come back into the main room of the cabin, the sight that greeted him also caused him to stop in his tracks and just... look, for a second. There was the snow leopard, rolled over onto his back with his huge paws held close to his chest; then there was Khari's shirt and jacket tossed off into a nearby heap; and then there was the wild dog himself, one speckled paw against the cat's lower belly and other between his own legs, fingers wrapped loosely around his half-hard shaft and thumb lifting up under the feral's small sack.

Harori had to roll his eyes as he started back over. "Really? I thought we were going outside to do this."

His brother just shrugged - then brought his thumb to his maw, swirled his tongue around it, and settled it back against the leopard's pink tailhole. What seemed to be a shudder of pleasure shot through the cat, and he squirmed... and cast thirsty green eyes up at the approaching wild dog, fingers working at the fly of his pants.

"I got impatient."

"You've gotten off twice today." Was hard to stay soft in a situation like this, watching Khari rub the tip of his cock up against saliva-slickened cat tailhole, start to press slowly in... still, though, Harori had been waiting for him to get home before he bothered emptying his bladder, so he _did_have a bit of pressure to relieve. "And, what, you want me to do it right here?"

"Nothing else to do when we're..." Small shock of relief burst across the other wild dog's face, once the head of his cock slid into the snow leopard. He shivered, then, as he continued to sink in... Harori knew that feeling, the tight, hot tug on his foreskin of that puckered rim pulling back on him, the deeper he pressed in. Last time, he'd been in Khari's position. "...rrf. When we're stuck up here. And, yeah, we've already started; I know you, and you won't be able to hold that for long."

Damn dog was right, too. First Harori stood above the two of them, finger and thumb keeping his own foreskin half-rolled back while he felt the familiar pressure of that approaching release - but then on a whim, he dropped to his knees, worked his pants a little further down his thighs, rested his shaft across the leopard's waiting muzzle...

...and breathed out that sigh of hot relief, having been held right at the tip of his tongue for so long. For a moment, all that mattered to him was that sweet pleasure of draining his brimming bladder, rich mark splashing out against the snow leopard's nose, and lips, and neck, and further down as it strengthened... until it reached its peak and coursed directly into the fur of its lower belly, to then spread down and drip into a fast-growing pool beneath it.

"There," purred Khari, who steadily worked his hips in and out, in and out of the feral's rump. From here Harori could get a good view of that, of his shaft sinking in a little further and then pulling back out, again and again. "That's not so bad, is it? Hey, why don't you..."

His lowered muzzle said enough. The other twin lifted himself up, leaned back a little bit - and couldn't help but smile as Khari stretched forward and lapped at that stream as it came down, splashing the golden-yellow mark out around the fur of his muzzle. That gave him quite a bit in the way of motivation: he closed his eyes, he swallowed down that salty spice, he let out a gentle sigh of breath... and then he tightened his paws on the leopard's haunches and increased his pace, digging down until the cat's rump pressed fully against his hips.

"So warm..." he panted, and licked his brother's dripping piss off his lips. Harori settled back down so he could paint this leopard's belly and chest more fully, the dry odor of his own mark tickling at his nose and making it a bit tough to keep his mind focused. Not that he really had to, of course: he just had to make sure that he drained himself over fur or tongue - whenever he moved his aim up, Khari responded by trying to get back into it - instead of wasting it directly into the old wood planks of the cabin floor.

"Hey," his brother said, tension in his voice mirroring that of the rump squeezing around his whole length. "Give him a drink, too. Kitten kept on lapping at me when I dropped my pants for him, so..."

And he trailed off, sound of his voice giving way to the rustling of his pants against the floor in his back-and-forth rhythm. Harori could feel himself start to run dry, so without putting another thought into it, he shifted back, aimed directly towards the leopard's maw, head tilted back against the floor... and then settled his cock between those lips and held the cat's mouth shut around him with a paw, sharp fangs scraping just slightly across his skin. The heat of his own piss filling that muzzle to the brim and swirling around himself every time the feral swallowed, each time he drank down another mouthful of Harori's mark...

Those feelings in themselves gave him more than enough to go off of, then, once that stream tapered off into a dribble at the same time as his shaft stiffened up and throbbed with his growing arousal. Pointed teeth teasing at his skin, rough tongue dragging across the rim of his foreskin every time the leopard swallowed, and every time Harori bucked his hips... wasn't the most _pleasurable_of treatments, but hell, it was something.

Next time he opened his eyes, though, he looked forward to see Khari's staring right back at him from beneath eyelids half-lowered in sweet drowsy pleasure; then Harori let his gaze drop, to his brother's chin still dripping with his own piss, to the leopard's similarly stained lower belly... and to Khari's other paw squeezing on that plump little sheath, drawing it steadily back and forth over soft-barbed pink flesh that twitched and throbbed every time he thrust into the cat's rump.

Khari had a bit more overhang, a bit more room and stretch to his foreskin, than Harori did - so sometimes he liked to roll that skin up over his brother's head and work him back and forth, back and forth inside, and what with the warmth and the slick stickiness and the pressure and the scent, Harori never ended up lasting long. Besides, it was fun seeing his brother's foreskin, pinched shut, balloon out with his cum - and Khari always shoved him to his knees for him to clean it out, too. So Harori released the leopard's muzzle, drew back out of its mouth, and stood up, taking a moment to kick his pants off; Khari glanced up at him, jaw hanging open from the pleasure of his thrusting, and then licked his lips once he took a few steps forward over the cat.

Khari leaned in - and then stopped, nose twitching. He looked up towards his brother once more.

"I'm not licking that. It's got cat spit all over it. Feral cat spit."

Harori just shrugged, and knelt back down. "Nothing lost."

"Rude! What are you-"

But he wasn't listening. Took all of his focus to get to where he wanted to be, one finger-thumb pair on the end of the leopard's sheath and the other paw along his own cock, steadily rolling his saliva- and pre-slickened foreskin forward and back, forward and back. Not enough room in that sheath, and as he came in closer, those soft barbs traced up along the underside of his length and made him shiver...

It really was a tight fit. This snow leopard didn't seem to mind, though: being a feral creature, if he didn't want any of this, he would've made it abundantly clear with those sharp teeth and formidable claws along those large forepaws. It just squirmed and pushed back against Khari, at the same time lifting its lower abdomen up into the air and making Harori's slow entry into its sheath just a little bit easier... the coating of piss along this whole area helped, too, though part of the wild dog enjoyed the sticky dryness inside that sheath, the warm squeeze and pull back on his foreskin when he finally managed to pull the supple skin over his head and start to sink in.

Once more he flicked his eyes up, once more he met his brother's... and then Khari draped his arm over his shoulder and tugged the other wild dog forward, to press their lips together while they both worked their hips against this snow leopard, little breaths of pleasure puffing out through their noses and in little spaces in their kiss. The desire, the need - Harori squeezed his paw more firmly around that already-tight sheath and continued to dig in a little bit deeper with each thrust, feeling the slick, wet walls of that sheath squeeze back around him with every throb from either of them.

Eventually he managed to get into a rhythm, and he'd stretched that skin out suitably enough that he could relatively easily churn his hips back and forth, press in about two or three inches, feel his own foreskin roll back beneath that outer sheath when he thrust in, and then forward again when he pulled out - all the while Khari dug his own tongue deeper into his maw against his own, pressing and exploring just as it had the first time the brothers had fully embraced their relationship, and every time since then.

He tried not to settle his weight back against the leopard's chest for fear of crushing the poor thing, mainly, but also because his piss had started to cool in that fur... and already that was the main scent that tickled at his nose, that and his own arousal alongside his brother's. Another thing about only having one pair of pants each was that, just as they ground their scents more strongly into the fabric, the fabric did the same to them. So the aroma that wafted up and hit his nose every time either of them pressed forward, scent of musk and arousal and saliva and piss and each other...

Harori brought both arms up around Khari's shoulders, now deep enough inside the leopard's sheath that he could churn his hips inside that skin without too much worry of slipping out. It was like a dry but still slick mouth squeezing all around his cock, his own pre and last few drops of piss providing enough lube and relief; Khari parted his lips and drew his tongue up across Harori's, panting openly into his brother's waiting maw. The other wild dog had to keep one paw underneath the snow leopard's tail to keep his rump angled for him to thrust down into, and with his other arm hooked around Harori's neck, they each lurched back with Khari's quickening pace.

The other brother, meanwhile, felt a little apprehensive about going at it too hard - Khari had once dug his tongue a little too fiercely beneath his foreskin, and that had caused a bit of a painful sting that lingered for a while. Having half his length buried inside tight feral sheath... well, that had to be at least somewhat similar, right? It was hard holding himself back, with all that warmth and slick stickiness squeezing on him from all around, the little squelching sounds every time he pressed into that sheath, half-filled with leaked pre and piss and the natural slickness of the interior of a feral's sheath.

At one point, Khari broke away from the kiss but kept his nose against his brother's, drawing breath after tired breath through parted lips while he continued to piston his hips into the cat, burying himself to the hilt inside that rump and then drawing out to his head, again and again. He worked slowly, deliberately, but not without passion or enjoyment: Harori could feel his approaching peak in the grip of his paw on the back of his neck, and tilted that muzzle up for another kiss-

-and then promptly received a languid exhalation of breath across his face from Khari's nose, a voiced moan going with it. One sweet shiver rippled through the wild dog's body, then a second, and a third... and his pace slowed and stopped, his last few thrusts making the same sort of wet squelching sound from the cat's rump as Harori's did in its sheath. With that, Khari broke the kiss again and licked both his lips and his brother's, now panting with the sweet relief or release. A slow, careful orgasm, the kind that continued echoing through his body like ripples in a pond... Harori now had to deal with Khari's dead weight against him while he, too, worked himself up close to that point, paw now squeezed on the leopard's sheath again.

Hell, it was like this feral enjoyed being used. Hardly a squirm, hardly a sound, even now with Khari's load dripping thickly out of its stretched tailhole and into its fur... Harori actually stopped for a moment and checked to see if the leopard was still alive - and sure enough it was, heart beating fast and energetic. Should've known, with that barbed cock twitching and throbbing against his own, leaking its own pre out into its piss-soaked bellyfur.

So here the two twins were, just... using a feral snow leopard for their own pleasure, as a receptacle to drain their balls and their bladders - and with another few thrusts, Harori finished up the former of these. As a natural instinct he squeezed that sheath and his own foreskin tight on his head, felt both of them squeeze and pulse and balloon out with each subsequent spurt... and then released, and felt that hot, sticky warmth flow out around him, the echoes of his peaked pleasure shivering out through his fingers as he did so.

Hadn't realized he'd had his mouth open for that. The wild dog smacked his lips, swallowed dryly, frowned... and then had that frown erased from his face once Khari leaned in for another kiss, dripping with the sweet post-climax afterglow.

"So," his brother panted, only moving far enough away to speak, "does that mean - this is_yours, now? After all, _you marked over mine..."

Certainly wouldn't be bringing it home. Harori settled back a little bit, then jerked back upright once he felt something vibrating underneath him... but, of course, it was just this snow leopard purring. Of course.

Didn't mean it couldn't keep them company until they figured out their car problem.