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1893 - Chattanooga, Tennessee

It was the subtle tremor beneath them rather than the distant clang of metal on metal that woke Lady from her nap. There was the briefest sensation of movement, then the familiar cl-clack cl-clack of the rails beneath them. Lady blinked and looked around at the dim-lit room. It took a moment for her to reorient herself to their stay on Balto's private rail car. The slow, steady rhythm of the rails meant they were likely being switched around in the Chattanooga yard, hopefully onto the rear of a southbound train. Almost as soon as the thought crossed her mind, she wondered what the four of them might get up to if the snowstorm kept them overnight. A soft sigh turned her gaze back to Tramp, who was watching her with a lazy smile.

"Hope I didn't throw a wet blanket on the afternoon," he murmured, stifling a yawn.

"Not at all," she replied with a kiss on his forehead, "but we'd better get up. Dinner can't be far off."

Tramp pulled her closer, nuzzling against her cheek. "Mmm, what do you say we just take ours in bed?"

"Don't be silly, we're not just passengers, we're guests. It would be rude to stay cooped up." Touching her nose to his, she grinned. "Besides, you won't get your dessert in here."

The mutt matched her grin but raised his brow. "I get the feeling you're not talking about pastries.

"Just you wait and see."

A few minutes later, Lady paused as they stepped out into the corridor to peek through the drawn shades. Outside, the near-whiteout conditions had faded into scattered flurries. Rows of snow-covered cars came into view and faded away behind them. No other cars had been cleaned off, but at least one line was cleared for them.

"Guess the mail's getting through tonight after all," Tramp murmured, peering out the window with her.

Lady sighed. "Is it bad that I was almost hoping we'd be stuck here for the night?"

"Hmm, maybe." Tramp gave her a peck on the cheek. "We'd be rooting against the railroad, and friendly relations or not it doesn't feel right."

"Still, a girl can dream." She let the curtain fall back and adjusted her ascot. Both she and Tramp had donned their new clothes for dinner. The distant hiss of brakes came just before the car rumbled to a stop. "If this is the milk train, then we're well on toward dinner time."

They found Jenna sifting through a small stack of papers at the dining table and wearing the same green dress from earlier. She smiled and quickly set the papers aside.

"Balto's in the saloon jotting down something or other. He shouldn't be long now. We're just tacking onto the back of the milk train."

"Do we still have time to dash out for dinner?" Tramp asked, glancing at the clock above the pantry doorway.

"No need," Jenna soothed. "I asked one of the station boys to bring out bowls of stew for us." A knock at the front of the car made them turn as one. "And this must be him."

Sure enough, a young dalmatian in pants and vest swept in at Jenna's call and set four covered platters on the table. As he turned to leave, Jenna thanked him and pressed a silver coin into his hand. Beaming, the boy dashed out again. Lady peeked under the cover of hers and inhaled deeply.

"Mmm, just the thing for a cold night."

Jenna nodded and turned to Tramp. "Would you be a dear and tell Balto dinner's here? I'm sure he won't want to let it get cold. Oh, here, something else to warm the belly." She plucked two small glasses from the mens' spread and held them out.

Tramp took a sip and grinned before striding back down the corridor.

No sooner had he left then Jenna turned to Lady with a mischievous smile. "Do you still want to have a try at both of them at once?"

Lady felt her cheeks flush, but she nodded. "It's crossed my mind." Her tongue flicked out briefly as she thought. "And I think I know how to loosen them up."

At Jenna's quizzical expression, Lady leaned closer and whispered her plan.

A minute or so later, Tramp and Balto returned to find them laughing at some private joke. It wasn't lost on the ladies that both men brightened at the sound.

"I didn't mean to keep everyone waiting," Balto began. "You could have started without me."

"That would just be rude," his wife replied, lifting the cover off her platter and basking in the brief cascade of steam. "I thought a little beef stew would do us good."

"As always, my love, your taste is impeccable."

"Careful not to fill up too fast, boys," Lady said with a small grin. "We've got a treat planned for after dinner and you won't want to be stuffed already."

Balto raised his brow and looked to Tramp, but the mutt merely shrugged and dipped into his bowl. The rest quickly followed suit. Perhaps faster than the ladies had credited, the bowls were empty. Balto cleared his throat and was about to speak when Lady beat him to it.

"Now that dinner's done, why don't we all change into something more comfortable for the evening. You gentlemen can take your drinks to the saloon while we get your treat ready."

Tramp met her gaze and gave her a lop-sided grin.

Balto didn't seem to notice, instead glancing between the two ladies. "You keep saying our treat." He gestured to himself and Tramp. "What about you two?"

"Oh don't worry about that," Jenna replied sweetly, putting a hand on Balto's across the table. "We won't be missing out, I promise."

Lady watched his expression shift from concerned to intrigued, and he nodded.

"Then we'll get changed and wait in the saloon until you call us."

"Perfect."

Once Tramp and Balto had turned to leave, Jenna caught Lady's attention and winked; they shared a secret smile. In the distance, the engine's whistle sounded and with small jerk they were moving.

Not long after, Lady and Jenna sat patiently in the dining room, watching the door to the corridor. Both of them had exchanged their clothes for the matching pink silken robes the husky had brought along. Though Jenna wore hers with hands clasped in front of her, ears perked and tail flicking back and forth, Lady had shed her robe to pad her seat. The shiver that ran up the cocker's spine wasn't just anticipation. The oak dining table seemed cooler than she remembered from the morning, so she'd shrugged out of the robe and laid it across the table beneath and behind her. Jenna seemed to come to the same conclusion and slipped out of her robe as well. Turning, the husky spread the fine garment like a sheet before tossing her tail up and joining Lady on the edge of the table. Two of the chairs had been pushed back to the wall away from the corridor, but the other two sat directly in front of the ladies, giving them a brief resting place for their feet. A final glance from Lady made Jenna grin.

"Ready?"

Lady crossed her legs, tossed her ears over her shoulders and leaned back on her hands. "Willing and eager."

"Try not to wear them out too fast?" The husky's tone was soft, almost plaintive.

"I wouldn't dream of it," Lady soothed, leaning over to kiss the red and white husky on the cheek.

Jenna blushed and her ears lay flat, but she smiled and turned back to the doorway. "Oh boys, your treat's ready."

There was the sound of footfalls drawing closer, and Lady saw Jenna give a little hop as her ears perked. Balto was the first to enter, and she couldn't help but shake her head. Apparently the wolf-dog's idea of evening wear was only slightly less formal than his business suit. She wasn't sure if his lack of a jacket was a conscious decision or simple forgetfulness. In any case, whatever the men had been discussing was immediately forgotten. Though Balto didn't freeze in his tracks he slowed enough that Tramp nearly walked into his back. The girls giggled softly, but neither of the men seemed to notice. Their gaze was fixed on the two nude ladies now spreading their legs just beyond a pair of chairs apparently waiting for them.

"Dessert's waiting boys," Lady called, batting her eyes.

"Choose whoever you like," Jenna continued. She matched Lady's pose, leaning back on her hands. "And don't be in a rush, we've got all night."

Tramp stepped up next to Balto and they exchanged a glance before the mutt swept his hand toward the ladies with a smile. Balto hesitated a moment, but grinned and quickly undid his tie as he strode up to the table. Stepping between the chairs, he looked from Jenna to Lady for only a moment before taking a seat before his wife. Jenna slipped her legs up onto his shoulders and guided him closer as she leaned forward. Cupping his chin, she dipped her head and locked muzzles with him. The muffled scrape of the other chair moving brought Lady's attention back to Tramp as he sat, casting a glance at their hosts before lifting her legs on his shoulders as well. Mimicking Jenna, Lady crossed her ankles behind his head and guided him in as she reached down to spread her sacredness. It was all the encouragement the mutt needed. Licking his lips, he gave her a wink and bent to run his tongue across her slit. She let out a breathy moan and inched a little closer as he began with long, slow licks from bottom to top. A whimper and slight squirm against his muzzle prodded him on and he plunged his tongue into her wet passage. She bit her lower lip to stifle a yelp of pleasure, and he wriggled his tongue around inside her. When he paused briefly to glance up at her, she swore she could feel him grin around against her mound.

"I don't think I'll ever get tired of this view," she hummed, settling back on both hands. "Or that tongue of yours."

Whatever Tramp intended to say was muffled by her mound, but he made his point clear by wrapping his arms around her waist and lapping at her tunnel with abandon. She yelped and lost herself somewhere between his playful eyes and his lashing tongue.

A few long minutes later, Lady felt her arms beginning to quiver and her soft needy sounds had melted into panting moans. Her head swimming with pleasure, she glanced lazily over beside her. Jenna had lain back on her robe, hands clutching at the pink silk. She whined and gasped as Balto's steady ministrations made her toes curl.

"Balto, honey," she moaned, her hips rolling against his muzzle, "I know - ah! - I know we said slow was okay, but this is too much. It's so close honey, please."

The rest of her plea was cut off by a joyous cry as he stood, lifting her hips with him. Jenna now hung with her ankles crossed behind his head, resting on her shoulders. Balto cupped his hands beneath her rump and began ravishing her. Jenna clapped a hand over her mouth, and Lady could only vaguely discern Balto's name among her gasps and moans.

She barely had time to look back to Tramp before the mutt opened his maw and plunged his tongue into her passage. When he gently closed his muzzle around her mound and growled, she shuddered, barely managing a whimper as he brought her to release. Drawing shaky breaths, she lay back on her robe to stare up at the ceiling. A soft cry escaped her lips when Tramp drew back and gave her sacredness one last lick. Glancing down between her breasts, she caught his sly grin before he pushed back his chair and undid his belt and trousers.

"Thanks for the treat, Pidge." He kept his eyes on hers and licked his lips. "Now that you're good and ready..."

Even as Jenna's voice rose in exultation beside them, Tramp fished his stiffening shaft out of his undergarments and lined up the tip with her quivering entrance. Still sensitive from her release, Lady whimpered as his member parted her folds. Without taking his eyes off her, Tramp hefted her legs up to rest on his shoulders and placed his hands on her hips. As he pressed into her, his eyes drifted shut and a hiss like an air brake left his nostrils. A soft chuckle split his muzzle into a grin. The whine that escaped her lips was beyond her control. To have his entire length inside her so shortly after her release was enough to make her curl her toes and grip the edge of the table. Still a bit dazed, she shut her eyes and laid her head back to rest just off the table's edge, panting out a breathy moan each time Tramp filled her oversensitive passage. Though her ears flopped lazily beneath her dangling head, she could hear her mate murmuring soft encouragement as he began to thrust faster. Then an idea struck her, and she lifted her head to see Balto gently laying Jenna's rump back on the table. His trousers showed what must be a painfully hard erection being held back.

"Miss Jenna." She paused, probably just as surprised as the Seppalas at the almost pleading tone of her voice. "Could I borrow Balto for a just a bit?"

Immediately, Balto looked to his wife, but the red-and-cream husky smiled at Lady first.

"Of course." She looked at Balto then, cocking her head over the same smile. "What do you think, my love?"

There was a moment of hesitation, but at a nod from Jenna he gave a small smile. "Um, all right." He looked uncertainly at Tramp, who barely slowed his pace to glance at him, then back at Lady.

"You're fine there, dear," Lady soothed, motioning to the wolf-dog. "I'll need you on this side, Balto."

Without another word, she laid her head back and opened her muzzle. She couldn't see Balto's reaction, but Tramp gave a chuckle and slowed his pace to long, hard thrusts.

"Open wide and say, 'ah' Pidge."

She could practically hear him grin and would have laughed, but his steady strokes gave her little choice in her vocalizations. For a few long seconds she waited, her view limited to an upside-down chair. Then it slowly shifted to one side, revealing the upended trouser legs of the GM. That pronounced bulge nudged against her nose and even through the fabric his musk was almost overpowering.

"You said I'd given you some ideas," Balto rumbled, his tone one of realization.

"Uh-huh," Lady giggled, pressing her nose against him.

"It's not polite to keep a lady waiting," Jenna's voice, smooth as silk, cut in. Where she was, Lady could only imagine. Nearby, surely. Resting? Watching? Who knew.

"Of course, my dear."

The rustle of fabric refocused Lady's attention just as both trousers and undergarments slide down and Balto's stiff member brushed against the side of her muzzle. He stepped back just long enough to kick the garments away, but only moved close enough for his tip to meet her waiting lips. Lifting her head just slightly, she saw him fumbling with the buttons on his shirt until Jenna swept into view behind him wearing only her unfastened robe.

"Let me get those for you." White-furred arms reached under his to pluck at his buttons as Jenna looked down at the panting, moaning spaniel. "Oh my this is a view. I can see why you enjoy it so much." She slipped his shirt from his shoulders as his muzzle turned to hers for a kiss. All the while, Lady's soft cries grew increasingly needy as she strained to reach his shaft. The Seppalas broke their kiss and Balto reached down to gently open her muzzle a bit wider. That simple touch and the certain knowledge of what was to come made her tail thump against the table and she closed her eyes.

"Ahh! Ahh! Ahlmmph!"

As soon as his shaft slid into her muzzle, Lady began tilting her head back and forth, twisting her mouth around him. Balto hummed and let his hand drift from her muzzle to support her head as it dangled off the table. Drawing back, he left just the tip between her lips and she practically whined between soft yelps as Tramp continued to pound her tunnel. One of her hands released its grip on the table and pulled at his hip, trying to urge him back toward her. Finding him practically immovable, she drew her head back and kissed his tip.

"Please, Balto."

His other hand brushed her cheek and she shivered as his thumb stroked her chin before easing her muzzle open wider. The happy noise she made was quickly muffled by his quickly-hardening shaft as he slid into her waiting maw. As before, she hummed and groaned around his shaft, running her tongue along its warm length. Still, she kept her hand on his hip, coaxing him with her fingers and muzzle as he began to rock his hips forward and back. Lady's cheeks grew hot, and she knew it was barely due to the position her head was in. The mixed musks of two men using her this way at her own insistence, Tramp's panting breath that bordered on laughter with Balto's soft groans of pleasure, Tramp's firm grip on her hips combined with Balto's almost tender support of her head; all of it added to the intoxicating feel of Tramp's hips meeting hers in a slowly increasing tempo as Balto's sack tapped against her nose each time she took his shaft into her muzzle. There was no synchronization; each one of them moved at his own pace, and it only made her passion burn hotter. Even as she gloried in their use of her, that familiar warm heat began to grow in her gut. Hearing Balto beginning to huff through his nose, she yanked him toward her on his next thrust and his shaft slipped into her throat as her nose pressed against his furry sac. She gagged, her throat convulsing around his shaft, and he tried to pull back only for her to hold him fast.

"Careful dear, that was too much," came Jenna's voice from inches away, and Lady opened her eyes to see the husky's face level with hers beside Balto's hips.

"That was her doing, Jen," he breathed, brushing his fingers against Lady's cheek and easing back.

"Are you all right, Miss Lady?"

The spaniel nodded frantically, giving a little tug on Balto's hip. "Fwwmmph, pwwmm."

All throughout, Tramp had barely slowed his pace, and now spoke up. "Faster, dear?"

"Mmmmph! Mmmmph!" Lady groaned, arching her back and squeezing the table's edge in one hand and Balto's hip in the other.

"I told you she liked it a little rough sometimes." Tramp leaned closer, his hands tracing up her sides. "Looks like now's one of those times."

"How can you be sure?" Balto's tone was doubtful.

"Trust me, I know."

Lady moaned around Balto's shaft, making Balto shiver.

"All right," the wolf-dog replied finally, taking one hand off her muzzle to interlace his fingers with her against his hip. "Don't forget, Miss Lady."

Before she could make a sound, he drew back and thrust into her muzzle, setting her tail to thumping against the table as a soft squeak escaped her stuffed maw. True to his form, the GM started slow, pressing into her just far enough that she began to gag before pulling back again. She did all she could to egg him on, twisting her muzzle back and forth, humming around his shaft each time it reached the back of her mouth. Meanwhile Tramp needed no encouragement to start speeding up his pace. She felt his hot breath on her stomach as he hunched down and began pulling his hips to meet his, a low growl escaping his lips. With familiar warm pressure building in her gut, she yelped and moaned as best she could around Balto's pumping shaft.

"I think she wants more, dear," Jenna said softly, a hint of playfulness in her tone. "And I can see you do, too. Let loose a bit, hmm?"

"Pwmmm, Bwwtm, mmrrr," Lady moaned, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

With a huff, he returned the gesture and slipped his other hand from beneath her head to brace on the table alongside her. There was the sound of his paws shifting on the wood floor, and she gave a muffled yelp as he pressed his shaft in up to the hilt. Her eyes fluttered open; he'd stepped closer. Now instead of thrusting forward, he had only to draw back and let his hips carry him forward again. A moment later, he did just that. Then again, and again, pausing less and less between strokes. Lady gurgled a low moan and let her eyes drift shut, trying to relax her jaw as much as possible. Still, she couldn't avoid a little whimper or grunt when one or the other gave an especially deep thrust. Tramp's thrusts shook the table beneath her and Balto was steadily working up to the same tempo on her muzzle. Her mind became a fog of delight and her world collapsed to two hard members pounding her soaked tunnel and drooling maw. She was theirs, and she loved it.

How long she lay near-helpless between them she couldn't say, but she heard Tramp's pants take on an almost feral tone as he growled out, "Here it comes, Pidge."

Her inner dam near to bursting, Lady brought her hand from the table to Tramp's back, her moans broken at rapid intervals by the wet slap of Balto's hips against her muzzle. With a snarl, Tramp slammed against her and held her tight to him as his shaft throbbed inside her. His release sent her soaring to climax with him, and she writhed in her husband's grip. The half-choked euphoric noises she made were nearly drowned out by another growl just above her as Balto hilted himself inside her muzzle, his shaft sending rope after rope of dog seed straight down her gullet. For a few long moments, the only sound was the heavy panting of the two men and Lady's quick, huffed breaths through her nose. A soft, nearly stifled yelp came whenever Tramp or Balto's hips jerked against her in the throws of afterglow.

Balto was the first to draw back, still breathing heavy, and he cradled her head in his hands as his shaft slipped from her mouth. She coughed, panted a bit herself and lazily ran her tongue around her soaked muzzle as she opened her eyes. Jenna wasn't beside Balto anymore, and a quick glance up past Tramp's tired, grinning face didn't reveal her either. Lady let her head sink back down again, gasping softly as Tramp withdrew from her dripping tunnel.

"That was amazing," she said with a soft chuckle. "You boys really let me have it."

"Would you expect anything less with an invitation like yours, Pidge?" Tramp quipped, and she heard him sink into a chair.

Balto knelt to look her in the eye. "We weren't too rough, I hope." He looked genuinely concerned.

Lady rolled onto her stomach and grinned. "Not rougher than I could handle, big guy." She looked back at Tramp, who gave her a thumbs up over a lazy smile. "Though it looks like some of us need a break."

"My thoughts exactly," Jenna said cheerily, sweeping into the room behind Tramp with a pair of grayish-blue robes. Her own pink robe hung open. "Selfishly, we're not quite done with you boys, but that's no reason to catch a chill." She draped one robe over Tramp's shoulders and stepped around the table to slip Balto's onto one arm, then the other before giving him a kiss on the cheek. "If you'd like to freshen up a bit, Miss Lady, I'll take these two railroaders to the saloon and we'll see if we can't coax another round out of them. Tramp, be a dear and bring the bourbon and two glasses please."

Lady slipped off the table and hastily donned her own robe, now quite damp where her tail brushed against it. "They're all yours, Miss Jenna, it's only fair." Without waiting for a reply, she wagged a finger at Tramp. "You behave mister." She paused, then looked at Jenna with a knowing smile. "Unless of course Miss Jenna asks you not to."

It didn't take long to fill the small tub, and with the chill outside occasionally creeping in through cracks in the car's frame the warm water was heaven. She was so tempted just to lay back and drift away to the familiar rumble of the rails beneath her. Part of her wanted to give Jenna some privacy with the boys if she wanted it, but the other part wanted very much to see what the lovely husky would do with the two railroad men when left to her devices. She wouldn't interrupt, but she'd certainly watch and wait her turn. Toweling off quickly, she slipped the borrowed robe back on and moved to the cracked door into the saloon. Soft muffled moans made her ears perk up and she peered in through the narrow opening.

Jenna lay sprawled on her back across the couch, one leg dangling off toward the door. The bottle of bourbon leaned against her passage, the only thing covering her at all. Another muffled moan brought Lady's gaze to Jenna's face, or what she could see of it. The husky's chin was dipped down against her chest, sucking hungrily on the shaft pumping between her breasts as she squeezed. Balto was straddling her, his knees up under her shoulders. The wolf-dog's head was tilted back in a mock howl as his hips bucked against her. Lower, Lady saw Tramp dip his muzzle toward Jenna's stomach and give a long, loud sip like he was testing his morning coffee. Jenna quivered and moaned around Balto's shaft. The mutt leaned back, smacking his lips and picked up the bottle. Leaning down again, he ran his tongue across Jenna's slit. Once her shudders had stilled, he poured a small dose into her navel and replaced the bottle between her legs. Glancing back, he spotted Lady and beckoned her forward.

"Care for a little something extra, Pidge?"

Lady didn't think she consciously nodded, but she glanced at Jenna and the husky met her gaze with a small smile, her muzzle still wrapped around Balto's shaft.

Blushing fiercely, she moved closer as Tramp picked up the bottle and stepped aside. Looking down at the husky's stomach, her breath caught for a moment. The fur around Jenna's navel glistened, making it plain Tramp's wasn't the first. The sharp scent of the bourbon almost masked the sweet smell of vanilla nearby, and Lady lowered herself alongside the couch. A sudden urge to run her hands all across the damp white fur nearly got her, but she managed to simply lean forward and touch her bottom lip to the small pool of bourbon, sipping it up in one quick breath. Past Balto's rolling hips, Jenna moaned.

Just then, Balto looked sidelong at Tramp. "You know, I think we might just be the two luckiest dogs alive."

"Heh, no argument there." Tramp winked at his wife and turned to Jenna as Balto leaned back and moved off her body to stand back from the couch.

Jenna made a show of wiping her muzzle and sat up. "Looks like you boys are ready for another go, what do you say?" Seeing their nods, she looked to Lady. "Do you mind if I keep them both for a bit?"

"Not at all," Lady replied, stepping around the men to take a seat next to Jenna on the sofa. "I need a little time to recover myself, but I wouldn't mind watching."

"Watch all you want," the husky replied in a sing-song tone, turning back to the men as a grin crossed her muzzle.

"Tramp, why don't you take a seat here next to your lovely wife?" She relinquished her seat and made a shooing gesture.

The mutt took the opportunity to set the bottle aside and give the husky a peck on the cheek before dropping onto the couch. He swept a hand over Lady's shoulder and leaned close, pressing his nose against her neck for a long sniff.

"Mmm, don't you smell nice."

She couldn't stifle a laugh as she shoved him back. "Oh behave, you rascal." A glance back at Jenna caught her attention, and Tramp looked as well.

Jenna was slowly rising to her feet, kissing her way up Balto's stomach, chest and neck. Her eyes were closed, but she seemed to know exactly what she was doing. Balto stood still, watching her with an almost dreamy expression, humming softly or clenching a fist each time she paused to plant a kiss. Finally, she reached his chin and he guided her up to press her lips against his. It was brief, but both their ears perked and Balto's tail flicked back and forth behind him. Drawing back, Jenna hummed happily and gave him a peck on the cheek. She turned and dropped to her knees again in front of Tramp, shuffling closer as her hands moved up his thighs and nudged his legs apart. With barely a glance up, she dipped her head and ran her tongue up the underside of his member, eliciting a long sigh from the mutt. Taking Tramp's member in her hand and beginning to stroke, Jenna grinned and looked back at Balto.

"I'm right here for you, honey," she cooed, lifting her tail. "Warm and ready."

Lady shifted back on the sofa and followed Jenna's gaze. Balto barely hesitated, kneeling behind his wife and letting her guide his member to her waiting tunnel. A few soft words and he moved closer, slowly burying himself in her depths. Jenna shut her eyes, licking her lips as tender, needy noises slipped through. When Balto's hips met hers, he leaned forward briefly to kiss her and she moaned into his muzzle. No sooner had their lips parted than Lady heard Jenna murmur one simple phrase to the wolf-dog.

"Rut me, Balto. Now."

A low growl echoed in the small saloon and Jenna barely had time to wrap her muzzle around Tramp's length before Balto's hands settled on her rump and pressed her forward before hauling her back again. Jenna threw her hands out to grab Tramp's waist and gave a gurgled yelp as her nose was buried in the mutt's pelvis fur. Tramp huffed out a breath as his eyes clenched shut and his fingers dug into the couch. A moment later, she gasped as Balto yanked her back against his hips. He paused for a moment as Jenna drew back from Tramp's shaft. When her eyes met his, he cocked his head with a small grin.

"Like that?"

Jenna's response was immediate as her tail thumped against his chest. "Just like that."

Balto gripped her hips a little tighter and she shivered as she turned to take Tramp into her muzzle again. This time she was ready. When he pushed her forward, she took Tramp's shaft to the hilt with barely a sound, sucking in a deep breath through her nostril. Husky and mutt moaned together as Balto hauled her back against his hips with an audible smack. Then forward again, engulfing Tramp's shaft; then back again, Balto's shaft filling her passage. Tramp leaned his head back with a sigh as the cycle continued, the pace slowly increasing.

Lady gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Well, you're going to be busy," she murmured. "I think I'll warm myself by the fire." Sweeping up from the couch, she put her back to the fireplace and fiddled with the robe's tie. Not wanting to block the heat from the others, she stood off to one side with a perfect view as Jenna rocked back and forth between the two panting men. She wasn't quite ready for another round herself, but the husky's half-stifled moans and whimpers were certainly making it hard to concentrate on anything else.

"You know," she said, almost to herself, "I bet I'll dry off faster without this on."

She slipped the robe off her shoulders and tossed it on the nearest chair. Immediately, the fire's warmth washed across her back and she stretched her arms up as high as she could, basking in the glow. Cracking an eye, she saw the Seppalas were far too engaged to notice, but Tramp was looking at her over Jenna's bobbing head.

"You know how to put on a show, Pidge," the mutt said, his speech interrupted at intervals by panting.

"So do you, darling," she cooed, bringing her hands to her breasts. "And I'm not above a little extra encouragement."

Tramp raised his brow and she strode around the couch to stand just behind him. Bending at the waist, she rested her chin on his head as her breasts pressed against the back of his neck. He hummed, nuzzling up against her. Together they watched as Jenna rocked back and forth in Balto's grip, gorging on Tramp's member one moment and sinking back onto Balto's the next. The husky seemed lost in passion, her eyes closed and only muffled, but increasingly desperate, moans escaping her stuffed muzzle. Lady realized with a quiver that her early comparison of Balto's arms to drive rods hadn't been far off the mark. The wolf-dog showed no sign of fatigue, only a bare-toothed grin beneath narrowed eyes as he pushed her forward and hauled her back. A different sound from her made him slow his pace, and she slipped one hand back to squeeze one of his. With a deep, satisfied exhale he leaned back, pulling her with him until she slipped off Tramp's shaft with a soft gasp. Balto leaned forward, posting himself on one hand as he wrapped the other around his wife and nuzzled against her neck.

"Still all right, darling?"

Panting softly, she eagerly pressed back against him. "Oh more than all right," she laughed softly."You have no idea what you boys are doing to me."

"I think we've got a pretty good idea," the wolf-dog replied, brushing his canines against her neck.

Jenna shivered and looked suddenly weak in the knees. "Easy, boy, I've got one more thing I'd like to try."

Both males' ears perked and Balto's brow shot up. "Only one?"

She elbowed him playfully in the stomach. "Yes, and to start I need to move." Bracing herself on Tramp's thighs, she hauled herself forward and off Balto's shaft. Lady watched a look of confusion cross his face, but Jenna glanced back and crooked her finger at him. The uncertainty waned and he grinned, clambering to his feet. At the same time, she watched Jenna climb up onto the couch and straddle Tramp. The husky reached between her legs and sank down ever so slightly; both she and Tramp let out a soft moan. When Jenna reached out to put a hand on the back of the couch, she found Lady's hand instead. With a sheepish smile, she hesitated, but Lady rested her hand on Jenna's and pressed it against the couch. Lady winked, and then glanced meaningfully behind the husky, who turned and looked to Balto. Before the wolf-dog could speak, Jenna's velvety voice beckoned him, along with her raised tail.

"Still room for you, honey."

The coy smile Lady saw Jenna give him made her flush, and Balto opened his mouth for a moment before he moved up to her. Jenna cooed as he gripped the base of her tail in one hand and guided his shafted just beneath it with the other. Jenna winced, and Lady felt her grip tighten on the couch. Still, the husky nodded and Balto leaned closer. A soft whimper escaped Jenna's muzzle as her eyes shut, then her ears laid back and she hummed happily. Without even a glance, she spoke softly.

"Ooh, yes Tramp, keep doing that."

Curious, Lady looked down to see Tramp suckling on one of her nipples. One hand squeezed and caressed the husky's other breast while the other stroked up and down her side. Though his shaft was half-buried in Jenna's passage, he sat still, waiting. Lady leaned down and kissed him between his ears, to which he gave a low growl that made Jenna gasp. Behind her, Balto continued to ease toward her, pausing each time her voice pitched higher. Each time, she gave a quick nod for him to go on. Finally, she gave a soft cry and opened her eyes to see Balto pressed against her, watching her intently. She took a few deep breaths and turned to look down at Tramp. Without a word, she slowly sank down into his lap as Balto followed her lead, merely widening his stance. When Tramp let out a groan, Jenna looked up, an incredulous, joyful expression on her face.

"So full," she whispered. "It's amazing." Gathering herself, she looked first at Balto, then Tramp. "All right, boys, easy does it. Let's see what you've got."

Lady heard Tramp stifle a chuckle beneath her as he placed his hands on her waist. Balto gripped her rump. Together the two men lifted her gently up and forward until a small gasp escaped her muzzle. Just as slowly, they brought her down until her hips met theirs with a soft exhale of breath. Humming through a smile, she worked her hips side to side and sighed happily.

"Ohh, yes, that's good. C'mon boys, I want to feel it."

Again, they lifted her up and brought her down, but this time there was no pause. Up and forward, down and back, Lady watched as Balto and Tramp guided her body with almost fluid motions. Her mate groaned around the husky's nipple as he continued to suckle at one or the other. Balto kept his eyes on Jenna, though his head began to bob and his mouth hung slightly open, soft pants competing with the crackling fire. At the slightest sound of discomfort, Tramp would freeze and Balto would lean close to Jenna, nuzzling against her cheek. Whatever soft words he whispered, Lady could barely discern, but every time Jenna would smile and reply the same.

"Keep going, a little faster."

Slowly their pace increased. Jenna let her head nod up and down as soft cries and the smack of her body against theirs filled the room. Lady watched as Balto's eyes drifted shut, his muscular arms lifting the husky with ease before letting her sink back down. Her eyes caught the subtle roll of his hips as he began to thrust against her. Glancing down, she nuzzled against Tramp's head and nipped at his ear.

His only reply was to growl around one of Jenna's nipples as he ravished her with his tongue.

Jenna gasped, her hand clenching the sofa beneath Lady's palm. "Ah! That's it, boys. Harder now, I can take it."

Balto huffed and dipped his muzzle, pulling her rump against him with an audible slap. Jenna yelped as her eyes clenched shut over an open-mouthed smile. Almost before she could catch her breath, he pushed her toward Lady and then yanked her back again. The husky braced herself against the back of the couch, letting them pull her forward and back as she whimpered and moaned, her muzzle a tight-lipped grin. Below her, Tramp lapped and kissed at her wildly gyrating breasts while he guided her hips. His panting breath reminded Lady of a laboring engine on a hill, but what she could see of his expression was nothing but determined bliss. With every stroke the two railroad dogs went faster. At a long, ragged sigh from Jenna, Lady looked to the husky just as she opened her eyes and met her gaze. Muffled gasps and whines became breathy moans when she opened her mouth, winked at Lady, and turned to look at Balto.

"Harder honey, please, give me more."

She barely got the words out before Balto redoubled his pace. Jenna arched her back with a happy cry and dipped her head. Her body seemed almost to vibrate with excitement, her words of praise and encouragement nearly drowned out by the sound of three bodies connecting, heavy breathing and a rising growl. No question who that was; Lady looked to Balto. The wolf-dog was hunched over his wife, both his hands gripping her stomach just above her waist and working her hips forward and back. Still his ears were snapped forward, and his eyes fixed on the lovely husky. Tramp's own panting breath gave way to a snarl and he let his tongue flop out of his muzzle as he sank back into the couch with Jenna's hips pressed to his. Jenna yelped and a quiver ran through her body, whipping her head up, the husky looked to Lady and leaned forward. Lady didn't hesitate, meeting her in a kiss as the husky moaned into her muzzle. Though she hated to open her eyes, the way Jenna shuddered made the temptation too great. Just over the husky's shoulder, Balto was thrusting madly against her rump, each impact making Jenna yelp into the cocker's muzzle. Just then, he looked up and his eyes met hers. The next moment, one of his hands wrapped around the base of her tail as he slammed his hips against her, a long groan escaping his lips. Lady shut her eyes and brought her free hand up to cup Jenna's cheek as they held the kiss, soft whimpers leaving the husky's lips each time one of the boys jerked against her in the afterglow.

For several long moments, they stayed as they were, brought even closer together. Jenna was the first to break the kiss, her grip on the couch loosening as she sank down onto Tramp.

"That...that was..." she gasped, one hand stroking the back of Tramp's head as he resumed lazily suckling and kissing at her breasts. "I can't even..."

"It sounds like you need some rest, darling," Balto rumbled, easing back from her until an almost dreamy cry escaped Jenna's lips. He stood. "Can you stand?"

Lady watched the husky blink and plant a hand on the couch, not quite ready to leave Tramp's caressing tongue. "I think the question is," she cut in with a playful tone, "does she want to?"

Jenna chuckled softly and dropped her hand from Tramp's head. "No, you're right dear," she panted, drawing herself up until Tramp's member slipped out of her. "I really should..."

She'd barely gained her feet when she seemed to stumble. Balto caught her easily, his arms looping under hers. With a chuckle, he let her lean back into a very dramatic pose before scooping her into his arms. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled against him, but as he turned to carry her out Lady heard her speak up.

"But what about Miss Lady?" she murmured, nudging against his neck. "It's not fair to her."

Balto stopped and looked back, one eyebrow raised. Lady merely smiled and gave a small shooing gesture.

"No worries, Balto, take care of your wife. If we don't see you, good night."

The wolf-dog gave a small smile and nodded. Turning back, he carried Jenna into the lamp-lit corridor and Lady heard one of the doors opening. The sound of running water was quickly muffled when the door shut again. Running her tongue across her lips, Lady sighed and looked down at Tramp. She couldn't help but grin. The mutt had sunk back against the cushion, head tilted down hands on his thighs. She kissed him between the ears and drifted around the couch as he stirred. By the time she cuddled up next to him he'd opened his eyes and flopped his head over to look her in the eye.

"Hiya Pidge."

"Hi yourself. You have fun?"

Tramp shut his eyes and hummed as his smile broadened. "You ask the funniest questions sometimes, you know that Pidgeon?"

"Only because I care," she replied, putting her head on his shoulder and tracing an arm across his chest.

Tramp let his head rest against hers for a minute. She figured he was half-asleep when he mumbled, "What's that Jenna said about it not being fair?"

Lady kissed him on the cheek. "Don't you fret, I had my fun, and so did you all." Giving him the best hug she could manage, she prodded him with her nose. "But now I think we both could use some rest."

Reluctantly, he hauled himself to his feet and collected the robe Balto had loaned him. Lady did the same, also gathering Balto and Jenna's robes. In the corridor, she nudged Tramp into their room as she made to fold the robes. Just as she bent to leave them outside the lavatory, something made her ears perk up. Even over the rumble of the rails beneath them, she could hear what almost sounded like a lullaby. The pitch was too low to be Jenna's voice and she couldn't quite make out the words. She wasn't sure it was even English, still it was enough to make her smile. She straightened and went to her door, pausing just long enough to hear the humming fade away before she slipped inside and shut the door behind her. Tramp held the covers up for her and she crawled in next to him, burying her muzzle in his chest fur.

A distant whistle marking a station was the last sound she remembered before drifting off to sleep.

The morning came early, though no alarm or knock at the door woke her. Beneath her feet, the subtle vibration and distinct cl-clack of the rails told her they were still on their way. A glance out the window into the gray dawn told her they had perhaps an hour before they arrived in Marceline. Beside her, Tramp still slept, and she was halfway tempted to simply curl up and drift away again, but something poked at her mind. A warmth detached from blankets or sunlight nudged her out of bed and into her robe. Balto had been up early the day before. Perhaps he was again.

Lady cracked the guest room's door and peered into the corridor. The gas lights still burned low, but the door to the Seppala's room was cracked as well. Maybe he was up early after all. She slipped out, closing her door softly behind her and moved quietly toward the dining room. Just as she passed the Seppala's room, her ear perked at a sound from within.

"Mmm, I don't know what I did to deserve you," came Balto's sleepy voice, "but it couldn't possibly have been enough."

"I could say the very same to you, my love," Jenna replied softly.

Lady knew she was treading on thin ice, but the heat in her belly prodded her forward and she peeked into the room.

Balto lay on his stomach, arms crossed beneath his head, which was facing her. Thankfully, his eyes were closed. From what Lady could see, he was naked, as was Jenna. His wife straddled his waist, her hands rolling and squeezing along his shoulders and down his back.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" Balto murmured. Even from a distance Lady could see his smirk.

"What a silly question," Jenna replied, her own grin plain to see. "Of course I did, and I know you did too." She leaned down and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you dear."

"Mmm, anything you say, Jen."

"Be careful," the husky replied, her tone playful. "I'll hold you to that."

"Oh?" Balto's eyes opened, and Lady ducked quickly back. From inside, she heard him chuckle, "How about I hold you instead?"

There was the sound of the bed creaking and Jenna's muffled laughter. A few moments later, laughter and soft conversation gave way to the sound of passionate kissing. Lady let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding and backed away, a strange mix of emotions making it hard for her to really smile.

Slipping back into her room, she thanked whatever meticulous railroader had oiled the hinges, then realized it had probably been Balto and nearly laughed. With the same care as the night before, she folded her own robe and set it aside. When she drew back the covers to crawl into bed, Tramp grunted and drew back. Once she nuzzled against his neck, he wrapped an arm around her and settled in. Lady drew in a deep breath of his musk and sighed happily as she let sleep claim her again.

There was something distinct about the train's whistle into Marceline, though Lady couldn't say what it was. Maybe it had been her home for so long that even the smallest oddities stood out. The way a whistle sounded among the buildings in town was leagues separated from the same sound across open country, but still she found she could always center herself as they pulled into Marceline. Any lingering visions vanished like a vapor on the wind and she climbed out of bed to don her clothes.

Tramp took his time dressing, so Lady squared her shoulders and stepped out into the corridor again. This time, the Seppala's door was shut, but the saloon was open. Curious, she perked her ear and listened, but heard nothing except the crackling fire. Tramp joined her in the corridor and they both carried the bags with their newly-bought clothes over to the rear door. As the train slowed they stood warming themselves by the fire. Neither said a word, but sidelong glances and half-hidden smiles brought them close. When the train rolled to a stop with a short jerk, they looked at each other. Lady's eyes flicked to the corridor and Tramp strode over to look, but he shook his head.

"They must still be sleeping. Can't blame them."

Lady nodded and made to leave, but then an idea came to her and she dashed over to Balto's desk. Tearing a page from his open notebook, she jotted a quick note.

Thank you for a wonderful trip. Hope to see you both again soon. L&T

Placing the notebook across the page to hold it down, she joined Tramp at the rear door and stepped out into the cold early morning. The mail train carried few passengers, but the station always seemed to look busy. A small line of people were waiting outside the telegram office, others stood clustered together, likely waiting for another train. Up toward the front of theirs, Lady spotted a pair of station boys passing mailbags off the train under the watchful eye of a familiar saluki, whom she knew to be a Pinkerton. Lady nearly waved, but decided against it. Best not to distract the yardbull, and if Rita hadn't seen them leaving the private car, so much the better.

"Uh oh, Pidge," Tramp said aside to her, "brace yourself."

Lady caught his strained tone and followed his gaze. Amid the passengers bustling around or waiting for the next train, Chief Slade stood with his arms crossed, peering up and down the length of the train. Almost at the same instant they spotted him, he spotted them, and his frown deepened as he weaved through the crowd.

"Well, look who finally showed up," he said, waving his hand around. "Decided to take the scenic route huh?"

"You might say that," Tramp hedged, glancing sidelong at his wife.

Chief raised his brow and looked to Lady, who set her jaw and gave a small smile. Just as he was opening his muzzle to speak again, another voice came from behind the pair.

"Chief, good to see you."

All three turned to see Balto Seppala, full suit and all, pocketing a watch as he strode up to them. Wolfhound and wolf-dog met eyes and it was Chief who blinked first.

"Good morning, sir, uh, Mr. Seppala."

"You seemed very serious just a moment ago. Has something happened with the Dispatch?" He paused, and hearing no answer continued in a prompting tone, "Some calamity in the yard the Dears are needed for?"

"Ah, no, nothing like that, sir. I got word they were on the Special two days ago; thought they'd be here yesterday."

A look of recognition crossed Balto's face. "Ah, I see. So you didn't get my note after all."

Chief suddenly looked stricken. "Oh, uh..."

Balto's expression darkened, and he crossed his arms with the tone of a disapproving father. "Chief?"

"I...did get a note," the wolfhound mumbled, pulling a folded paper from his pants pocket as he cleared his throat. "But I never heard of such a thing, not on the W&A anyways, pardon me for saying." As he continued, Balto simply stared at him, and Chief's voice grew very quiet indeed. "I didn't think it was really from you."

"Despite my stamp and signature?" Tramp and Lady could only watch as Balto pinched the bridge of his snout and motioned to the note. "Open it again, and read it with me." Balto began dictating the message as Chief stared at the paper he was holding. "Tramp and Lady Dear accompanying me to Chattanooga for unscheduled review and discussion of railroad's current state. Expect to return Sunday morning. In recognition of their work and thanks for their valuable insight into the railroad's day-to-day running, please remove them from the extra board until the Dispatch is again in service. Signed, Balto Seppala, GM, W&ARR."

Balto tapped his finger on his arm, still looking at Chief with a raised brow. The wolfhound, by contrast, looked as though he'd swallowed a bug; his ears flattened against his skull and he dipped his muzzle.

"So it was from you after all," he said quietly.

Balto nodded. "It was. Chief, you make it sound as though forgery is a common thing, or that a trip like this is so absurd it couldn't possibly be a legitimate note."

"Balto," came another, very familiar voice, "is everything all right?"

The four turned to see Jenna striding up to them, having exchanged her banker's suit for a warm green dress and scarf, complete with a leather vest. She had an air of mild amusement, both hands behind her back. Out of the corner of her eye, Lady saw Chief gulp as he swept his cap off his head.

"That remains to be seen, my dear," the wolf-dog replied, his tone lighter but still carrying an edge. "I believe Chief was intending to say that I don't take the dogs that make up the backbone of this railroad along often enough, and so he couldn't believe my note. Is that about the size of it, Chief?"

Wolfhound and wolf-dog met eyes again, and Balto raised his brow. For a moment, Lady swore Chief had something else on the tip of his tongue, but all that came out was, "Yes sir, that's it. Can't be too careful."

Balto's tone brightened and he nodded. "Indeed. I appreciate your vigilance, and your suggestion." He turned to Jenna. "Maybe we should do this again? At least once more so I can stay properly grounded and not get too full of myself?"

Jenna beamed and nodded.

Turning back, Balto clapped his hands together. "There, that's settled. Now," he stepped between Tramp and Lady, placing a hand on their shoulders, "I'm not in the business of issuing edicts, but I will ask if you could kindly spare Mister and Misses Dear from the extra board while the Dispatch is going through her overhaul. Comfortable as my car is, they have been busy. Is that doable?"

Again, Lady could swear something else was behind Chief's eyes, but he gave a small smile and nodded. "We'll manage."

"Ah, good man. That's just why you're in charge of the division." Balto stepped forward and shook his hand, then held out a sheet of paper. "A few notes I'd like to discuss when I'm back in Marceline on Wednesday. Let me know what you think."

Chief's smile widened. Perhaps it wasn't forced after all, Lady thought as the wolfhound nodded to Jenna and plopped his cap back on before disappearing into the crowd.

"All right, my dear, we'd better get going. The relief engine won't be long now." Balto stuck his hand out. "Tramp, glad you could come."

"Wouldn't have missed it," the mutt replied with a firm hand shake.

The two men nodded and the wolf-dog turned to Lady. "Miss Lady, it was a delight chatting with you. I hope you enjoy your time off."

"Likewise," she said, taking his hand and giving a gentle squeeze. "We can't thank you enough for inviting us along."

"A true pleasure," she heard Tramp say with a very formal bow to kiss Jenna's hand.

"The pleasure was all mine," the husky replied looking between them. "We really must do this again."

"You know where to find us," Tramp replied, perhaps a little to quickly.

"Indeed we do. Before you go..." She brought her other hand out from behind her back, holding a thin square package. "A little something from the both of us."

Tramp passed it to Lady, who looked to Jenna before tearing a bit of the brown paper wrapping to peer down the long side. It was a phonograph record. "Oh, no, you can't possibly have two of this as well?"

"We don't," Balto said with a grin. "That's what makes it a gift. Please, take it."

She wanted to hug him, but even in the early morning hours enough eyes were all around that it just wouldn't do. "Thank you both." Stepping back, she clutched the package to her chest. "I suppose we'll see you around?"

With parting smiles and nods, the Seppalas climbed back onto the rear platform of the Endurance and stepped inside. Tramp and Lady turned toward the station and shared a knowing look.

"Well, Pidge, if Aleu keeps to her time table, we've got a good two days off, maybe more. Whaddaya say to a long warm bath and lazy morning in bed?"

"You run the bath, and I'll set the mood."

The two held hands and moved through the crowd toward home. All the while Tramp murmured a tune from a phonograph that neither of them would ever hear quite the same way again.

_You do something to me

Something that simply mystifies me

Tell me, why should it be

You have the power to hypnotize me?

Let me live 'neath your spell

Do, do that voodoo that you do so well

For you do something to me_

That nobody else could do

End