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Somewhere in the pre-dawn of the morning, I woke up really needing to go to the bathroom. It was a little tough extracting myself because I was the big spoon, and my butt was firmly against the wall. I lifted my head and assessed the situation in the dim light of the nearest street lamp peeking through the slats of the blinds. Toby must be dreaming, because the sheet in front of him was tented forward from where it draped over his hips. It made me chuckle, being between a rock and a hard place. I couldn't decide which was which, but my distraction ended as my bladder reminded me again why I was awake. Carefully pulling myself out from under the blanket, I then crawled down the bed sideways, and managed to land on the floor without the clumsy thump I expected. The rest of the trip to the bathroom was easy.

I remembered to turn the light off before exiting, and paused for a moment in the pitch-dark enclosure to let my eyes adjust. Opening the door, there was a shadow in front of me and I muffled a bark as I felt my fur crawl up and down, twice, in startlement.

"Sorry," came the muffled voice of Stu, sounding as groggy as I had felt until the moment before.

Groping in the darkness, we traded places, and I felt my way back down the hallway as the door closed behind me and the light leaked out beneath. Fully awake now from being startled, I didn't want to wake Toby, but the living room was also a bedroom so I slipped back into my room and sat on the empty bed, listening to the soft breathing of the shadow across from me in the other bunk. I must not have latched the door tight because I could still see light from Stu's trip to the bathroom. I heard the sink, and then the light went off, then I heard Stu's padded steps start down the hall. When he got to our door, he stopped and sniffed at the opening, then I saw his muzzle push it open slightly. "Craig, you still awake," he whispered.

"Yeah," I answered. "Come on in."

"I just wanted to apologize again," he said as he came in the room. He found my shadow, so I waved him over, and drew him down to sit on the bed next to me. "I didn't mean to startle you, but I wasn't sure how to let whoever was in there know I was outside without startling them."

"No worries," I replied. "But I'm awake now. I think dawn is almost here, so I figured I wouldn't try to go back to sleep."

Stu didn't say anything. I could hear him breathing. After a moment, I felt him lean against me. "Dude, I am so confused."

"About what?"

"I... I have no problems with you guys doing your thing, but, well... I always figured I'd get married and have a kid someday. I can't be gay. But I can't stop thinking about what we did... ever since you guys arrived it's been preying on me. I could barely sleep tonight. Last night? Tonight."

I put my arm over his shoulders. He stiffened a moment, but I didn't move, and he relaxed. "There's more than black and white, here, Stu. You can still have a wife, and like guys, too. Or you can marry a guy and adopt."

"Not in Utah."

"Yeah, but if you stay with this lifestyle, do you really think you'll stay in Small Town Utah, anyway?"

There was a pregnant pause, then Stu breathed, "That's a point."

"What forestry is there to do in the sagebrush desert, anyway?"

"Also a point."

"Toby said he figured you'd probably stay in the Northwest when you graduate."

I could hear Stu's breathing change when he was considering how to answer something. "Maybe. The forests are amazing... but not really any people to keep me there. Male or female."

Suddenly, I realized, Stu's wasn't the only breathing pattern I heard change. "Where would you go otherwise," asked Toby in a sotto voice, sitting up.

Stu stiffened again. "By the winds! Did we wake you? I'm so sorry, Toby!"

"It's ok. You're my best friend. You have the right to bring me in on your intimate whisperings in the middle of the night. Especially if you're doing them with my boyfriend." Toby's shadow loomed closer, and sat down on the other side of Stu. I felt his paw scritch my side as he added his arm around the Marten's waist.

There was a pause. Stu seemed to have forgotten Toby's question. And I didn't feel right directing the conversation. Toby didn't seem willing to wait too long. "So," he began. "How much do you like penis, and why do you think it means you don't like girls at all anymore?"

Stu's breathing changed again. "I... I don't know. Either of those questions. And also where to go after."

"Well, there's one you can find out, easy enough," Toby prompted. "If you are comfortable. Not pushing you. But we're here."

Catching his meaning, I added, "And we have pretty much agreed, though we've never said it in these words, you always have permission, if you want it."

I could feel Toby rubbing the small of Stu's back. Clearly trying to help him relax more. "Whatever you want to do, Stu. If it's get up and walk away, the offer doesn't go away. If you just want to sit and talk, we've got time for that, too. Whatever you want, it's cool. We'll respect your decision." I grunted a soft agreement.

Stu's head drooped. Then he lifted it, and looked at both of us in the dim light, turning his head back and forth. Suddenly, I felt his paw rest on the front of my boxers. I guessed from Toby's sharp intake of breath that Stu had moved both paws. I could feel his elbow in my side, so I shifted, turning a little to give him better access. Toby did the same from the other side. Stu walked his butt back a bit on the bed. I closed my eyes and sighed, leaning back on my arms and just letting him explore. I felt his fingers trace the outline of my penis, which was quickly growing hard under his touch. By time he was having to drag his fingers over the elastic band, and all three of us were breathing pretty heavy, I whispered, "pull it out."

Stu fumbled for a moment, then found the flap. He tugged at the fabric a bit then got his fingers in, and dug gently until he could tug my shaft out. I sighed heavily at the feel of his finger pads on my bare flesh. A few moments later, Toby did the same, so it was easy to guess he was mirroring the action on that side, too. I smiled... Toby was wearing his sports briefs, and they didn't have a flap. Stu probably had to figure that out before he could get at Toby.

Stu let his fingers caress the shape of my shaft. He was avoiding the nerve bundle on the front and the head. Finally, he wrapped me up in his palm and hefted as though he were weighing me. "Toby's bigger," I suggested. "It suits his body shape. And I'm cool with that. He doesn't have a knot, though, and after that swells, I win." Stu chuckled. I must have guessed right what he was thinking. He continued to avoid the most sensitive places, so finally I took his paw in mine, and guided his fingers to them. "Touch here. I'm sure you kn---" and that's all the further I got before I shivered from my toes to my ear tips. Stu's fingers were more deft than I realized. He knew, alright.

"What do you think," asked Toby after a little bit.

Stu's paw stopped. "Actually, I was just thinking about Urban Dictionary. I came across the entry for skiing the other day. It gave this, uh, position? It gave this position as one of the definitions of the word. Because I'm holding you guys like the handles of the ski poles."

I couldn't help but laugh at that, remembering to keep my voice down just in time. Then Toby cut in. I could hear the smile in his voice. "Would you eat a ski-pole, though?"

"Duh, gross. Especially a rented pole. I'm sure they don't scrub them between uses."

"But mine is clean enough. I washed it when we got back last night. Care for a taste?"

Stu's answer was to lean forward towards Toby. I heard him grunt sharply. "Dude, you didn't tell me you were pre-ing."

"That's part of the gig, man. If you eat penis, you're gonna taste pre. Do you like it?"

Stu was still getting over the shock, I think. Because there was no answer. "Can't decide," he said after a moment, his mouth sounding very full. "There's no more to taste."

"I've got some," I offered, using my fingers to pull it from the tip of my head. "Lick it from between my fingers here. That'll give you the best taste." I squished my fingers together, then drew them apart as I aimed for Stu's muzzle. The sun must be nearly up, because I realized I could see his muzzle, not just a dark shadow where his head should be.

"Mm. Not bad. I think it tastes better when I'm expecting it, too."

I stepped off the bed and moved around next to Toby. "Try us both," I said, using my paw to bring both of our shafts as close as I could. Stu shifted and lowered his muzzle, trying a few different ways to lick us, then giving up and just wrapping us both up in his maw.

Toby kissed my cheek. "Hot idea, babe. You know I love to frot." I just kissed him back, then leaned my head back and let out a low moan.

Stu worked our cocks for a few minutes, then sat up, breathing heavily. I could see the grin on his face, now. "Well, I do know I like that," he said. "But I still don't know if I like girls the same way."

"Can't help ya there, Bro," said Toby.

"Yep, you'll have to get someone else to help you test that." No one needed to say 'not Rose,' we all just knew.

Stu just leaned in and rested his head on Toby's shoulder, holding both of us in his paws, stroking slowly. Somewhere in the cabin, an alarm clock beeped. "I better not make you guys cum, this morning. I want to hear you enjoy it."

"It's cool," I said. "Why don't you scat before you're caught in here and raise questions you're not ready to answer." Toby nodded, and Stu let us go, then slipped quietly out the door. I turned to Toby after the door latched.

"Man, I gotta. Get. Off," I insisted. Toby didn't hesitate. He pulled my shorts down, freeing me from the flap, and sucked my shaft into his muzzle. He bobbed his head fast, his tongue dancing over my pre-slickened, tender head. It didn't take but a couple minutes before I was biting my wrist so that the others didn't hear my climax. Toby sucked my orgasm down, not wasting a drop, and careful not to make any loud slurping noises. Finally, I relaxed and he eased his mouth off, satisfied that he had sucked the whole mess from me.

"Your turn," he urged. I knelt down and rested my chin on the bed, taking his shaft in, and sucked with as much fervor as he had mine. His head was thoroughly wet with pre and his shaft was just a little soft. Right, Stu had licked me last. I sucked hard until Toby was fully erect again, then I lowered my muzzle and sucked on his balls while I stroked his shaft with my paw.

"Oh! Erf! Cumming," Toby warned soon after. Not wanting to have to clean cum from my ear, I put my mouth back on his shaft and sucked hard, still stroking the lower end with my paw. I felt his shaft spasm in my palm and thick ropes of tiger seed splashed into my mouth, accompanied by a muffled tiger growl. I, too, sucked until I was sure no more would drip out before I let him go. Looking up, I grinned as Toby put the pillow down he had been using to muffle himself.

"Nice dessert," I said. "Now let's go find out about the main course." I stood up and plucked clothes for both of us from the floor where we had dropped it the night before. We could put on fresh clothes after breakfast. I was hungry, and I could hear people moving towards the kitchen.

* * *

Again piled into two cars, we found parking spots easily as the sun crested the peaks, shimmering down the ski runs on their north faces. We purchased our lift tickets and picked up the reserved rentals in about ten minutes, in time to see crews activating and testing the lifts closest to the parking lot. The lifts farther up the mountain appeared not to be moving yet, but Toby assured me they would very likely be open, by time we got that high.

I looked over at Mitch. He was shivering, in spite of so many layers that he looked like a cocoon. Even his tail was heavily wrapped. "You gonna be OK," I asked.

"Yeah. Once we're moving, I'll be better. Plus, with the sun rising, everything will warm up."

"And I make sure he hits the warming hut a lot," said Luna, "and keep his heart warm besides." She kissed his nose, and we all grinned. Mitch looked a little embarrassed, but he kissed her back.

"Alright, then. There's cell coverage on the whole mountain these days," John reminded us. "Just don't smash your phone up if you decide to kiss a tree. If no one has an emergency, we'll meet for lunch at eleven at the Lunch Rock Cafe on top of Mary Jane."

With that, we scattered to our chosen first runs. Mitch was still an inexperienced skier, so he and Luna went headed for the Gemini Express and the best access to the green hills. Rose and Carol grabbed John and hauled him towards the Zephyr, which would give them access to Mary Jane. That left Stu, Toby and I, and Stu was looking a little awkward.

"We're here to ski," Toby said, putting his gloved paw on Stu's shoulder. "We can do that regardless of whether you like boys or girls. We can deal with that later."

"Right," Stu nodded. "So, warmup on Vasquez Ridge?" The westerly mountain was said to have some amazing views, and the hill was a mix of blue and black runs. We'd have to ski some greens to get there, which was the real warmup.

I looked at the map one more time. "Yeah, it looks like the best way there is the Zephyr Express, then we take Whistlestop or Jabberwocky, and just keep heading west and down until we get to the Pioneer Express Lift." Toby grabbed my skis and poles along with his so I could fold the map back up, and we plodded towards the line for the Zephyr.

Skiing really is a great way to forget your worries. It requires enough concentration that you push them out of your mind, and if that isn't enough, the views from Vasquez ridge were absolutely spectacular. Especially when riding the chairs. It was a great way to spend the early part of the morning for intermediate skiers. The green slopes at the top of Zephyr got the kinks out, and helped me get used to the fact that my feet were not strapped to the same piece of fiberglass. By time we were on Vasquez Mountain, I was feeling pretty good. We made a few runs, then tried out one of the short black runs, just to see. It was my first time doing such, and while it was challenging, I managed to get to the bottom with only falling down once. I moved to a safe spot and pulled out my phone at the bottom, to get a picture to send to Jack and Michelle of my first black run on skis. I noted the time before putting it away, then continued down the hill to catch up with Toby and Stu.

"Hey, guys," I called to them as I reached the bottom, where they were waiting for me. "It's quarter to ten. Do you want to move over to the Parsenn Bowl? I hear the views are even better than Vasquez, and we'll have about an hour there before lunch if we leave now. Plus, this is the lift we want to take. If we stay on Vasquez, we still have to go back over to the Pioneer chair to get back up."

"Right," said Stu. "And I wanna get at least one shot at the Cirque. It's supposed to be really good this year. I don't know if I'm up for a double diamond, but I'm willing to try."

"Well, Parsenn has some black runs, too, so you can build up to it," Toby said. By this time we were at the front of the line of the Olympia express and heading up. A quick jump down a tiny green hill put us at the High Lonesome Express, and then it was just a matter of heading down the back of Mary Jane to get to the lift for the Parsenn Bowl. We stayed there until about ten thirty, and we were indeed having fun on the single-diamond black runs. The sky was cloudless and the most perfect shade of blue, and I managed to snap a few more pictures while we were at it. Finally, Stu said he was ready, as we were riding back to the top of the bowl, so instead of turning east and heading down into the Parsenn bowl again, we turned west and crossed over into The Cirque.

I looked down the steep slope and felt a little dizzy. "It always looks steeper from the top," said Toby, seeing me sway a bit. "But I think we'll be OK. The real trick is to dodge the sledders." Indeed, the hill was dotted with people riding sleds down the slope. Where the skiers had control of their path, the sleds barreled down in an almost straight line. And some of them were moving as fast as the skiers.

"Right. I really wanna do this," said Stu. His tail was not indicating that he felt very confident. I wondered if his heart was racing as much as mine.

"We must be crazy," I breathed. "But I've always said I prefer people who are a little on the crazy side."

"Let's do it, then," said Toby. "Before we change our minds."

With a geronimo that turned into a loud wahoo, Stu tipped his skis down and began to cut the powder. Toby followed after, but I was still unsure, so I decided on the snowboard strategy and cut sideways across the bowl, keeping an eye uphill for sledders. One called out to me that he was a bit out of control, and I managed to dodge him. A bit was an understatement. He was barrelling down at a speed that could only be described as dangerous. As I watched him go down, I realized he was heading right for Stu. "Look out!" I screamed, but I was too far away. The sledder tried to warn him, too, but Stu must still have been shouting and didn't hear him. Within moments, the sled undercut Stu and they both began an uncontrolled tumble for several yards. Toby was too far forward and couldn't get back up to them, but I saw him move to the side where he could safely dismount his skis, and began working his way back up. I hurried down as fast as I dared, and doffed my skis, jamming them into the snow above them to serve as a warning to others. I reached the sledder first. Now that he was stationary, I could see that he was a Cheetah. Figures: fast on land, fast on snow. He was dazed, and cradling his arm, but able to walk after I helped him up. He also talked funny. "Let arm.broken=false; Let skier.unharmed=true; Dover.hope++" We both went over to Stu, who lay moaning in the snow.

"Stu. Talk to me. You OK?" It was a stupid question. But I just needed something to test his responsiveness. I tugged out my phone while I waited for him to answer.

"Not sure," he managed. OK, so he was responsive. That was a start. I dialed, then gave my phone to the sledder. "I just dialed emergency services. Can you talk to them?" He took the phone with his good arm, and waited for an answer. I did my best to triage Stu. His nose was bleeding, and his leg was at a funny angle. I took my scarf and his, and splinted his leg with a his poles, while he held a snowball to his muzzle. Then I removed his skis and added them to the warning I had set up. I could hear a snowmobile engine down below as I told the Cheetah what to tell the guy on the phone. It seemed that his peculiar manner of speaking was troublesome for the operator, as he kept repeating himself.

I grabbed Dover's sled and helped Stu crawl on to it, then stood downhill of it so it rested against the back of my legs as I waved for the rescue snowmobile, which I could see coming into view. She kicked into high gear and raced up-slope, stopping a few feet above us. She was too wrapped up in warm gear to identify her species. Even her tail was wrapped. "Nice splint," the driver complimented as she checked Stu out for herself. She offered him a tissue for his nose. Looking at his feet, she observed, "You weren't the sledder. Not in those boots."

"No," agreed Stu. "The cheetah slid into me."

"Statement=true; Let Dover=sorry++;" said the cheetah. The medic checked him out and splinted his arm as well, then carefully moved Stu to the medical sled.

"It was a good idea," she explained. "But the plastic sled will break apart at snowmobile speeds. Plus, I can't secure him in it. You're name is Dover, right? Can you walk? I don't want to risk your arm by having you hold on to me."

"Dover.walk=fine;" he said. I grabbed up the skis as the medic sat in her seat.

"The closest aid station is on top of Mary Jane," she said. "Get to the side of the bowl as quick as you can, then follow the ridge line between The Cirque and Parsenn, and it'll be easy to get there."

Toby met us at the edge of the bowl. Getting out of The Cirque was breathless, but we had time to chat while we walked from there to Mary Jane. Dover gave me my phone back so I could message John, since it was getting close to 11. He replied that they were heading to the top already, and would meet Stu at the Aid station. We chatted with Dover on the way, so by time we were at the aid station, we had figured out his peculiar speech pattern. He explained that it was something he had picked up in college and was stuck with for some time. Getting married finally broke him out of it, but in times of great stress, he still tended to slip back into it. By time we reached the Aid station, we had been joined by his wife and daughter, and he was speaking clearly again.

Stu limped out of the station on a pair of crutches and grinned at us. "Well, I should have listened to you saying it was crazy," he laughed. They must have good pain killers in there.

"No, you didn't do anything wrong," Toby said. "Dover hit you."

"Yes, I'm very sorry," Dover said again.

"Hey, it's part of the risk," said Stu. "Skiing is a dangerous sport. Especially being mixed in with sleds. And yeah, it is a little bit crazy."

About that time John walked up with sacks of hot burgers for everyone. Rose and Carol were carrying drink trays loaded with hot chocolate. "Luna's inside with Mitch," he said. "We told them to stay put. He's getting lethargic from the cold." At that point, the medic came out and took Dover inside. His wife, a rather svelte tiger, went in with him, while their daughter stayed out to exchange contact details, insisting they would reimburse Stu's medical expenses. Stu said he appreciated it, then chased her in to be with her family.

"Well, when I'm done with this burger, I get a free ride down the mountain with the medic, since they insisted that I can't ski back to the parking lot," Stu laughed. Very good painkillers. "Then I get a hard cast down at the actual clinic in town."

"Toby and I can meet you down there, and we'll head back for the cabin."

"We'll follow along," said John.

"No, no," said Stu. "No need to ruin everyone's day. You all keep up with your plans, and we'll see you at dinner."

"It's my turn to cook anyway," said Toby. "Craig can play nurse; the gym he works for gives everyone really good medical training. Why don't we swap cars? The Jimmy will hold five more comfortably than your Cherokee, and all of you can stick around and continue with your plans." John decided this was agreeable and they exchanged keys, and John and the sisters went back inside to check on Mitch and Luna.

About that time the Medic came out again. "I'm heading down now to the lower station. Are you ready? You get to ride with me this time." She helped him sit and tied his leg with a cloth bandage to keep it still on the machine.

"Here's the crutches," I offered.

"Don't need 'em. He'll get his own at the clinic. We only have a few pairs up here, so those stay put." I nodded and took them inside the hut. Then Toby and I put our Skis on and headed down slope. We returned our skis and found John's Jeep, then went to meet Stu at the clinic.