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Heart pounding in his chest, Balto carefully made his way across the sleepy hamlet of Nome, paws crunching slightly in the light October snow. Golden eyes glowing slightly in the faint light coming from the houses, he prowled along the corners of buildings and the edges of streets, shrinking away from the pools of light spilling from the few lit windows along the streets. A cool wind brushed through his fur, but he paid it no mind, tail hanging low against his backside as he shifted his eyes back and forth, keeping a keen lookout.

A sudden creak saw his ears spring up, and with an inward growl he ducked down, slowly backing up as a wide band of light pooled out from the building across the street. Rough laughter spilled out with the flickering gas light, and a powerful waft of whiskey followed a drunken man as he stumbled out of the town's lone bar. Reeling from side to side, he began a slow, wavering slog back towards his home, pausing a couple of times to lean up against a wall when he lost his balance before finally turning around a corner. The light itself had cut off almost as soon as he had left the building, the door slamming hard upon it's worn, squealing hinges, but the wolfdog waited until the man had vanished from sight before slowly standing again and warily continuing upon his way. Almost there anyways, Balto thought to himself.

In all reality, he had no real idea why he was trying to be so sneaky. Part of it was habit, for sure; spending all those years alone and fending for himself had ingrained a certain stealthiness to his motions for fear of being accosted by Steele. However, more than that, his own nervousness and excitement were lending an extra bit of care to his step. He felt like his heart were pounding a million miles a minute, and even though he knew that there was no one following him, he couldn't help himself but to look behind every few moments, making sure the coast was still clear. Again and again he berated himself for it, but he kept doing it, no matter how much more suspicious it would make him look to anyone watching.

Then again, why would anyone care? It's not like they haven't seen me before, and I don't exactly seek out meetings with... Well, anyone here, really. Even Jenna had fallen by the wayside somehow. Things had been going so well! And then... All conversation appeared to suddenly strike a solid brick wall which stretched immovable between them, a wall that neither of them could get around. It had all started so innocently...

Balto had followed Jenna questioningly, nose up as an unfamiliar scent permeated the air. Unfamiliar but... Somehow it's like I know exactly what this is, he had thought to himself. And if that's what I think it is... _He grinned, but it felt forced for some reason. Something just felt off about the whole thing... As he looked down, he growled in confusion. Any other mutts he had seen anywhere near a bitch in heat were popping boners almost instantly, but for some reason, he didn't feel anything, not even a faint pulse. _

Abruptly, she had disappeared behind a corner, and with some slight trepidation, he followed her around after a slight pause. She appeared to be standing still, along the side of the building, but what he really noticed was what lay between her legs. Her vulva was puffy and swollen, the dark lips flared outwards and almost dripping with hot fluids. "I think you know what this means, big boy," she had said with a sultry growl, sinking her hips into a slight squat. "I've waited long enough for this night Balto, and I know you have too!"

_He had left her later that night, chagrined and confused, and was sure she was feeling the same as him. Despite her best efforts, he just couldn't get horny. He had desperately tried anything, everything he could think of, but there was just nothing about the situation that could incite his arousal. At first he and Jenna had joked about it, with a few light-hearted jabs at Balto, but as the night wore on, the two of them had begun to get frustrated. At one point, Jenna had even grabbed his sheath in her paw in an attempt to get him horny by physical means, but untried as her pawing was, she bent his flaccid cock at a strange angle and he had yelped, pushing her paw away instinctively. _

_Their activities that night hadn't gone any further, and within minutes he was making hasty apologies before escaping the awkward situation, slipping back to his ship in shame. Mortified, he had cast himself down upon the old blanket he kept there and tried to fall asleep, but his racing mind wouldn't let him. He kept playing and replaying the entire evening's events in his mind, trying to find some solution to the problem, any solution. However, his mind remained blank. At one point, he even rolled over onto his back and began to stroke at his sheath roughly, picturing Jenna's swollen spade, dripping with sweet nectars, but he had no more luck than earlier. It wasn't until he actively stopped picturing her that his cock responded at all, and at that point he was so fed up with the whole thing that he simply left it where it lay. _

The entire night he was awake, tossing and turning uneasily, kept awake by his own traitorous mind. He finally drifted off as the sun was beginning to peek over the horizon, and fell into a listless sleep filled with strange, disconcerting dreams. Jenna was in them, but... Strangely enough, Kaltag, that golden chinook who had up until recently been a thorn in his side, was there too. Balto had no idea what to make of it after he woke up, and hoped that the thoughts would go away, but they only intensified as the day wore on. Finally, he gave in as the sun began to dip down again to the horizon. Sighing, he had rolled over onto his back again and gripped his sheath lightly, an image of Kaltag obscuring that of Jenna in his mind... And his cock had virtually exploded free from his sheath. Incredulous, he had begun pawing, and within a minute of beginning he was shooting his load.

Panting from the exercise and powerful orgasm, he had been about to clean up his seed-splattered chest when he suddenly realized exactly what he was doing... Tasting his seed... And with that, and with the thought that it was Kaltag's hot spooge sprayed across his chest he was off again for round two, spattering his chest with a second dose of his thin, sticky lupine seed.

The wolf-dog's raggedy tail wagged slightly as he remembered that day. Fun, fun times... Balto chuckled to himself, his sheath giving a twitch in appreciation. _ Soon, my friend..._ he thought, smirking. It had been too long since the last time...

Finally, all of his subterfuge paid off, and with a start he realized that he was standing in front of his destination. Thick, sturdy wooden doors fronted the stout building's wood face, doors that would ordinarily be locked up tight for the night... But the heavy chain which was usually wrapped around the handles lay in a pile upon the ground, lock popped open on top, and the left door was cracked slightly, a thin beam of light and heat emitting from the inside. Balto gave a happy grunt, licking his lips. _ There's never any promise, even if I do get this far without anyone else seeing, there's always the possibility of it being closed..._ However, it wasn't closed, and with a smirk Balto decided not to dwell upon those times he had been turned back after coming this far. Wagging his tail, he gave a slight woof before the door, then stuck his head into the crack and shifted the door open wide enough to slip his thin form through.

After that fateful day of discovery and masturbation, Balto had gone to see Jenna. He said nothing about what had happened during his time alone, but clearly she hadn't forgotten the night before. She was still heavily in heat, and walking around Nome with her was a little bit awkward... Seeing virtually every dog he walked past swing their muzzles towards her, nostrils flaring rhythmically as their own arousals grew... It got tiring. He had even offered to try to help her with his tongue, but she brushed him off lightly. Soon afterwards, conversation had dried up for the first time, and it was during this time that he had seen Kaltag again.

The handsome chinook had been sitting on the board sidewalk, waiting for his owner to come out of the general store. Balto had watched as his head had sprung up, sniffing, and then he had spun around to see them. Jenna he had hardly spared a glance for, however... His attention had been directed solely to Balto, and he had given the wolfdog a slight lopsided grin, winking as though to say: "I know exactly what you are thinking right now." Balto could have sworn that he had even seen a brief flash of pink against the chinook's smooth creamy belly fur, but it was out of sight almost before it had appeared. Kaltag's grin had changed slightly then, a lewd element seeming to appear, and he had winked again, wagging his tail lazily back and forth behind him. It had taken Balto a lot of willpower to continue walking with Jenna, rather than going and seeing what the chinook had really meant by that grin.

_Seeing as his time with Jenna wasn't improving at all, he gave her a half-assed excuse and quickly dropped her back at her place. Returning to the street, he had searched for Kaltag again, but unfortunately the dog was nowhere in sight. After several minutes of searching, he had decided enough was enough, and had hightailed back to his boat for another intense pawing session. _

Looking around inside, Balto gave a slight whimper at the emptiness within. His eyes darted around the dimly lit interior, taking in all of the rough-hewn wooden furniture, the glowing furnace, and the plank floor, but of dogs this room was devoid. He sighed a little, tail drooping down between his legs. _ Fuck. I was so sure, this time..._ Again, his eyes flicked across the room, but this time, they stopped, riveted to the door at the back of the front office. Like the door he had just passed through, this one was cracked open ever so slightly, and a faint spill of light came from within. Along with the light, came a familiar scent...

Balto grinned and licked his lips, tail raising up and wagging happily. So it's on after all, is it? Slowly stepping across the hard floor, he kept as quiet as possible, edging towards the door. On the way there, he stopped and sniffed the floor briefly, wagging his tail harder at the sight of a dark stain which had seeped into the wood. Ah, that was a fun time... he thought to himself, thinking back on it. Not sure whose that was, but I suppose it doesn't really matter. _Chuckling to himself quietly, he stepped over it and stopped just shy of the door. _ If only the humans knew, he thought, snickering. The image of the people who worked here, stepping over it day in and day out without a hint of an idea what it was, made him chuckle. Again, being as quiet as he could, he stuck his face towards the door and inched it open with his muzzle, sticking his head around the door before making his way in.

Balto sighed slightly as a wall of heat swept over his body, washing away all the coldness from the outside. A glowing furnace in the corner cast warm, flickering light across the wood-panelled room, illuminating the benches lining the walls and... The wolfdog grinned. Here was the reason he had come!

In the middle of the room, fur glistening softly in the warm glow of the fire, lay the sexy chinook on his belly. A coy, knowing smirk was stretched across his half-turned, handsome muzzle, and his body lay stretched out languidly on a blanket he had found. One hind paw was stretched out behind him, as though he had just gotten too lazy to pull it in when he had collapsed down onto the blanket, but somehow, Balto thought there was something more to it than that. Raggedy ears perked up, Kaltag's grin widened as he saw the wolfdog's familiar face. "Balto!" he exclaimed warmly, tail sweeping slowly back and forth across the blanket. "I've been waiting for you..." he said, winking and shifting his lazy hind paw forwards with the other.

Balto gasped, mouth dropping open and saliva quickly pooling up and threatening to fall from his gaping muzzle. Hidden under Kaltag's tan leg was the chinook's beautiful penis, half erect and dripping already. For the first time, Balto took a close smell of the room, and grinned lustfully. The scent of Kaltag's arousal hung heavily in the room, the sharp, musky scent seeming to permeate every fibre in Balto's body and totally overpowering Kaltag's usual smell, which the wolfdog had smelled earlier. How I could have missed that... he thought ruefully to himself, wagging his tail fast.

Kaltag's smirk widened again until it seemed like his face was split in two by it. "You like what you see, eh? Well, are you gonna to do something about it?"

Now it was Balto's turn for his grin to widen lustfully. Licking his lips slowly, he glided into the room on silent paws, arousal growing between his own thighs. Even the mere sight of that magnificent meat was enough to set the wolfdog's mouth to salivating, and by the time he had crossed the room he felt like he was positively dripping with it. Giving Kaltag a sultry wink, he slowly bent his head down until his muzzle was on level with Kaltag's slightly pulsating cock.

Heart pounding, Balto gazed for a moment at the long shaft in awe. Although not fully erect as of yet, it was still pulsing slightly where it lay on the blankets, weak spurts of pre dribbling from its tip. Extending his tongue slowly, he gently lapped at it, running his tongue over Kaltag's pointy tip and quickly getting his tongue squirted upon. Tail wagging hard, he retracted his tongue and brought the wetness upon his tongue back into his mouth, a wide smile sweeping across his face as the salty, musky flavour burst across his taste buds. Opening his mouth wider this time, he leaned forwards and slid Kaltag's cock into his muzzle completely.

Along with the salty flavour of the watery ejections from the tip, Balto's taste buds were quickly saturated with the sweet, slightly metallic, masculine flavour of Kaltag's cock. Sliding his tongue along the slick, hot length of meat in his muzzle, Balto pushed his mouth forwards until he could feel the tip of the Chinook's pointed member poking at the back of his throat. In this position, the very beginning of Kaltag's knot was directly pressed against his lips, barely any thicker than the rest of the shaft currently, but Balto knew from past experience that wouldn't last long.

Pressing himself so far forwards had placed his nose directly in between Kaltag's full, firm balls, and Balto inhaled deeply, breathing in Kaltag's rich musk. Balancing a single heavy orb upon his nose, the wolfdog gave a glance to Kaltag's face, but he was turned away, muzzle open with his tongue hanging loosely. The occasional moan slipped forth from the Chinook, high-pitched and seemingly at odds with his ordinarily gravelly, low voice, but it was all music to Balto's ears. Kaltag shifted and squirmed at Balto's suckling, tail curled up around the wolfdog's head as he moaned. "Don't... Don't stop there, wolfie..." he growled haltingly, "I... I'm not going to last long with this! This is the best, the most awesome, the greatest, the..." Abruptly, he moaned louder than before, cutting off his rambling.

Balto grinned to himself, wrapping his tongue along the underside of Kaltag's meat and beginning to bob his muzzle up and down on the thick shaft. Good to know there's some things that will never change! The hard, long crimson lance glided smoothly against Balto's suckling lips; the wolfdog kept his lips tightly clamped down around Kaltag's cock so that as it moved, his lips formed a tight seal around it, ensuring that all of the spasmodically shooting pre jetting forth from the Chinook's urethra remained within Balto's muzzle. Tongue wrapping itself around the hot rod, he savoured the salty, musky flavours assaulting his taste buds.

Suddenly, Balto noticed the Chinook's fuzzy golden balls twitch and draw upwards, and he grinned to himself, his own cock throbbing needfully, trapped in his sheath yet. Reaching a paw up, he encircled Kaltag's massive knot with his digits, squeezing gently in time with the meaty rod's pulsations. He quickly drew his muzzle back slightly, ensuring that the very tip lay across his tongue, each subsequently more powerful squirt of pre-ejaculate landing on his tongue.

All within a second of seeing Kaltag's balls draw upwards, Balto was ready for the Chinook's oncoming orgasm. Kaltag's first powerful shot jetted straight across the wolfdog's long, flat tongue to strike against the back of his throat, splattering back to splash down upon in his mouth. Balto quickly drew his lips tight against the Chinook's wildly pulsating member, sealing in the spunk which was quickly pooling up. Balto began to gulp frantically, suckling hard on the tip of Kaltag's cock as the Chinook's spooge sprayed out spasmodically into his muzzle.

Try as he might, Balto simply couldn't contain all of the hot jizz spraying into his muzzle, and with a wet slurping sound he pulled back slightly, letting Kaltag's cock slip free from his mouth and bob in front of his face. Squeezing tight behind the Chinook's knot, he rolled the heady, pungent fluid around on his tongue, savouring the flavour as Kaltag continued to unload upon his face. The warmth and the thin milky texture of the seed soon had him groaning with pleasure; there was very little he preferred in life than a muzzle-full of hot spunk. Swallowing slowly, he licked his lips and gave Kaltag's tip a little kiss, licking at it and getting a squirt across the muzzle for his efforts.

For the next few minutes, Balto nursed at Kaltag's cock like a pup at a teat, suckling occasionally and making sure none of the succulent juices were wasted. The Chinook had long since collapsed down to the soft blanket, sides heaving as he panted heavily. The view for Balto was second to none; not only could he watch the Kaltag's cock as it shot his delicious seed, but he also could see the Chinook's balls twitch upwards in time with a pulse from his half-hidden tailhole in time with every squirt. Neither said anything; the time was spent in comfortable silence, Kaltag enjoying his afterglow and Balto just enjoying the treat.

Finally, Kaltag pulled away from Balto, his softening cock limply falling to the blanket as the wolfdog released it from his loving grip. Raising his hind leg, he let it flop back into its regular position, furry sheath slowly pulling back over the shrinking pink rod. With a contented grunt, he lifted his head and gave it a quick lick, cleaning off any remaining fluids before it slipped back into its warm prepuce. Only after this was done did he turn his gaze back to Balto, cocky grin on his face. "That was..."

"Amazing? Astounding? Phenomenal?" Balto smirked back at him, licking his lips slowly. "Perhaps even... Marvelous?"

Kaltag's grin grew wider, and his eyes sparkled with merriment as he chortled to himself. "I was thinking somewhere more along the lines of 'adequate', actually," he chuckled, giving Balto's face a happy lick. "Barely adequate, really," he said in a mockingly accusatory tone, lifting an eyebrow. "I mean, who taught you? Your mother? Certainly it wasn't Jenna, I've seen those lips go to work, and damn! Fine muzzle, that one!"

Now it was Balto's turn to roll his eyes and grin. "Oh shut up, you dork. You loved it, I can see it written on your face. Just be glad these lips, and this wolf aren't still with Jenna, or you'd be still blue-balled and beating off yourself!" Smirking, he gave the Chinook a playful punch to the ribs, pouncing on his back and grabbing his scruff lightly between his teeth. "Admit it, you enjoyed it!" he growled, his tail's happy wags belying the serious tone.

The Chinook sniggered again, tail beating the floor under Balto's tail. "I submit, I admit it!" he laughed out, going limp under Balto's playful pin. "It was everything you said, and more! Amazing! Stunning! Wonderful! Um... Pleasureful?" Shaking his head, he gave his own playful growl and nudged Balto. "Now get off of me, you big bully!"

Balto gave him a sly grin, resting his full weight on Kaltag's back and pinning him down before releasing the Chinook's scruff. Placing his paws down alongside Kaltag's, he gave the dog a possessive growl. "And what if I'm comfortable up here? What if I don't want to get down?" he rumbled in Kaltag's ear. "What then?"

"If you're not gonna get off of me, then at least move a bit, take some of your weight off!" Kaltag growled, "I don't know if you've noticed, but you feel like a sack of bricks... Like a morbidly obese elephant... Like a damn boulder..." He trailed off into quiet grumbling, but his tail was still wagging. "Now where's Star when I need him to complete my damned sentences?"

The wolfdog rolled his eyes, still smirking. "You would just punch the poor little guy anyways... Honestly, what has he ever done to you to deserve that?" Still, Balto shifted his weight slightly, bringing his chest off Kaltag's back slightly, and pressing his lower body down onto the Chinook's soft fur.

Kaltag's eyebrows shot up. "Of course he deserves it! He... Well, he completes my sentences! He has no right, the little fluffed up rodent!" As Balto shifted, he sighed in relief slightly as the wolfdog's weight was shifted away from his chest. However, the mutt's shift also brought something else into direct contact with his back... Now it was Kaltag's turn to smirk again, grinding his back slowly upwards into Balto's endowment.

"You know, I think I've decided what I'm going to do now," Balto stated matter-of-factly, raising his body up slightly away from Kaltag's back. He shuffled back a couple paces, until the front of his hips were in line with Kaltag's hind, and then squatted down slightly, pulling the Chinook's long tail out of the way. "You've had this coming for a while, Kaltag!" He chuckled again slightly, licking his lips slowly. "Think of this as... Reparations..." Positioning his hips slightly, he let the tip of his throbbing pride rub up against Kaltag's furry taint, sliding his thickening sheath up until it rested directly under the dog's hot tailhole.

Shifting his hips back, Kaltag let Balto's pointed tip slide across his rear entrance, shivering slightly with excitement as he felt a warm squirt of slippery pre spatter across his clenched sphincter. Willing himself to relax, he slowly loosened up the tension in his muscles, groaning slightly as he felt Balto's tip smearing the slick fluid around his hole. "You know, I bet you two bones that I can last longer than you this time!" he exclaimed, looking back in the wolf-dog's handsome face and grinning cheekily.

Balto merely quirked up an eyebrow, smiling knowingly. "Oh you do, do you now?" Chuckling to himself, he lined himself up, positioning his pointed red tip directly in the center of Kaltag's soft, warm, and now slippery opening. "I'll take you up on that bet!" Shoving his hips forwards, he drove his half-erect cock deep into the Chinook's anal passage in one fell shove, gasping at the sudden hot constriction around his member. Driving his hips forwards again, he shoved it in even deeper until he was entirely hilted in, balls pressed up against Kaltag's own tan orbs, before withdrawing as suddenly as he had entered until only his tip remained inside. Kaltag's sudden 'Oof' was music to his ears, as well as the delighted groan that followed it.

"Damn wolfy, you could have at least oof warned me!" Kaltag growled playfully, tail sweeping vigourously to the side of Balto's hips. The brief twinges of pain brought by the sudden, unexpected penetration made him cringe briefly, but he forced a smile on his muzzle. He knew from experience that it would get better, and so even as his bowels were wrenched apart by the sudden spike of muscle he forced himself to relax, spreading his hips slightly to allow for easier penetration. Usually Balto was far gentler than this... He gave sudden yelp as Balto rapidly withdrew his cock, although it was more from the surprise of being empty so suddenly after being filled so completely. Mind full of anticipation, he still yelped again as Balto thrust himself in roughly once again, parting his tight sphincter with practiced ease and grinding his cock deep into Kaltag's inner passage. Despite how recently he had fired, his own cock gave a savage pulse as Balto's cock plunged in deep once again, and he felt his own tip beginning to extend out from his furry sheath again. _ Damnit..._ he thought testily, groaning despite his best attempts to stifle it. He knows what he's doing back there, I'll give the pup that!

For his own part, Balto felt like he was in seventh heaven. Kaltag's tight, slick passage clenched down spasmodically upon his rod, muscles contracting sequentially as they tried to force the newfound intruder out. The intense rhythmic clenching felt rapturous on his growing penis; quickly he could feel his blood pounding into his penetrating organ, expanding and hardening his shaft. Quickening his pace even further, he began a ragged, pounding rhythm, slamming his cock to the hilt on every thrust. Every thrust was marked with a squelch-slap, as his cock first slammed in deep, then his heavy balls slapped up against Kaltag's own dangling nuts.

Despite Balto's seemingly random and erratic thrusting, he had finally started to strike at that special place deep within Kaltag's bowels, and any pain he had been feeling was quickly overruled by the new pleasure spikes. The Chinook had been with females before, several in fact, but there was just nothing that could compare to the simple pleasure of being rutted by a male, or rutting a male in turn. The feeling of powerful paws clenched around his hips, the mixture of his musk and that of his mate mixing in his nostrils, the gut-wrenching powerful thrusts, and just the feral urge to mate, to sow his seed deep and in turn let others sow their seed within him, all combined together into one dense amalgam of sensory overload. Kaltag couldn't help but groan from the intense feeling, moaning slightly to himself, lifting his hind end slightly off the ground in between thrusts so as to allow the wolfdog better access.

The wolfdog in question huffed in appreciation, squeezing his paws tighter around Kaltag's hips and giving an extra hard thrust, popping his slowly inflating knot past Kaltag's sphincter before pulling it out again with a slight pop. Already, that simple act was getting more and more difficult with each passing thrust; Balto was almost worried that he might wind up losing the bet. _ Almost..._ he snickered slightly, pausing for a moment to re-adjust his hips before carrying on at a slightly different angle. Immediately, the difference that adjustment had made was clear; Kaltag gave a high-pitched moan and spread his legs wider, growling under his breath as Balto slammed his cock again and again into his sensitive prostate. _ Unfortunately for him, I know all the right buttons to push!_ He grinned, tongue lolling from his mouth with a slight strand of drool hanging off. And now to cement the deal...

Kaltag gasped as he felt Balto's paw groping about at his already unsheathed member, flicking the tip slightly to be coated in Kaltag's freely flowing pre before clasping around his rod. Shaft throbbing in time to his racing heartbeat, he groaned again and again as the wolfdog's long, hard cock plundered his depths ever deeper, burgeoning rod pressing up hard against the nub of his prostate on every thrust. Acclimatizing to this new pace, he began to rock his body in time with Balto's fucking, meeting the wolfdog's forceful pelvic thrusts with his own backwards thrusts as his feral nature kicked in. See if we can even out the odds a bit here, he thought to himself, huffing and growling as the wolfdog's inflating knot popped in and out once again, stretching the tight ring of muscle even further.

Soon, Kaltag's body was whole-heartedly slamming back into Balto's on each thrust, scrotum flying wildly on each thrust to slap back against the wolfdog's own swaying balls with a muted slap. Already, he could feel the tingling of impending orgasm building deep within his body, and he silently willed himself to last a little longer, just long enough. _Not there yet, but damn! This is tough... _He involuntarily clenched down on the invading member, locking Balto's growing knot outside his rectum for the moment being. Over his head, he heard a surprised "Oof" as the swelling glands were denied entry, but that only lasted as long as it took for Balto to withdraw slightly and prepare another thrust. The next thrust was somehow even more forceful, and his half-inflated knot easily punched through the tight resistance of Kaltag's beleaguered sphincter. "Mmm... Ooh..." Kaltag groaned loudly, squirming in sinful delight as Balto's inflating knot ground hard against his prostate.

Balto heaved at his hips backwards, and with an juicy pop his inflating knot popped free of Kaltag's writhing bowels. "Ooohh..." Picking up pace, he now began thrusting harder and faster than before, letting the rim of his knot smack up against the sexy dog's rear entrance on every stroke. By the lewd tingles building in his cock, he could tell that it was already fully inflated; huffing as his fat bulbous gland struck the tight ring of muscle, he gave Kaltag's throbbing member a squeeze. He smirked when he felt just how swollen the Chinook's own knot was; his cock was pulsing hard and fast, and judging by the wet splattering sounds coming from beneath the sexy tan dog, he was just as close if not moreso than Balto to the edge of orgasm.

Trembling in anticipation, Kaltag moaned, cock spraying a veritable flood of pre onto the soft blanket below him. Already soaked through, it was sticking to his fur now, and every time he shifted slightly, the blanket came with him. Grr... Great, he growled, irritatedly kicking at the blanket with a hind paw. Last thing I need now. Balto's knot was drawing closer and closer to his tight sphincter with every thrust; he had to be focussing upon that, not the damned blanket! Already his cock felt like it was about to burst, balls tingling and drawing upwards tight against his body as the churning juices within readied. Hurry up, wolfie! Damnit, I've got good bones riding on this one!

Secretly, although Kaltag would never tell Balto that, he lived for times like these. The feeling of a hard, hot spike of flesh skewering his tailhole, the thick musk, and the juicy squelching sounds announcing the end of each thrust... The throbbing of that massive knot as it neared his stretched ring... The intense, febrile pressure on his prostate from his thick shaft, and the promise of more... It all added up to one intense, otherworldly feeling, and he simply couldn't get enough of it. He still topped Balto much of the time, and enjoyed it almost as much... But there was just something about being ravaged by another, by a ravishing male, that just got him off like nothing else. Jenna's twat couldn't even come close, he thought with a twisted grin, panting and slowly gyrating his hips backwards, closer to Balto's knot. Any time now, wolfy!

Abruptly, there was a lull in Balto's seemingly tireless thrusting. "Are you ready, Kal?"

The sound of Balto's smooth voice sent shivers down Kaltag's spine. "Yes! Do it!" he growled passionately, thrusting his hips back on that smooth spire of flesh.

The only response he got was a low, feral growl in response. Almost immediately, he felt a growing pressure against his tight hole as Balto thrust his hips forward hard, pressing the slick knot of flesh forcefully against his sphincter. Almost immediately, even with his best efforts at relaxing his tailhole he felt a pang of pain as the first fraction of the massive gland forced itself inside. Balto was an absolute giant in the knot department... I don't know where he gets it, his cock is big, sure, but his knot... My god, that thing is incredible! It felt like he was having a watermelon forcefully jammed into his rectum. While in truth a grapefruit or smaller was more accurate, it didn't change the feeling of having something far too large being crammed up your rear evacuation chute. Goddamit, hurry up! he growled to himself, whimpering slightly.

Grunting and huffing, Balto applied more and more force to Kaltag's besieged tailhole, feeling the already strained ring of muscles protesting his knot's entry. With a muffled growl, he pulled back slightly, and then gave one final, forcible shove, growl shifting to a deep groan as his knot finally forced its way deep into the Chinook's distended bowels. Pulling back slightly, he murred as Kaltag's tight ring tugged hard upon the far side of his knot, locking him into place. The familiar burning tingles of pleasure were growing to a climax in his groin; howl slowly building deep in his stomach he began to thrust short and hard, mashing his bulbous knot again and again into Kaltag's prostate. The Chinook's muscles were instinctively grasping and pulling hard on his shaft, drawing his cock deeper and deeper into the clenching passage. Legs trembling, he managed squeeze hard behind the tan dog's throbbing knot as he finally managed to cross over that wonderful precipice into overwhelming throes of ecstasy, tongue lolling out and eyes bugging out...

Crying out in a high-pitched voice unlike his own, Kaltag gritted his teeth as the knot ground into his sensitive prostate over and over. His own cock was throbbing and dripping like a spring in Balto's tight grip, knot fully engorged and radiating bliss through his nether regions. He could feel his muscles clenching tight to the wolfdog's member, buried deep in his rectum as it was. Head down, he looked back between his front legs at his own rod in a bleary haze of pleasure, eyes unfocused and tongue lolling. Then a sudden buildup... In the brief instant before his own throbbing rod let loose, he could feel everything... The fierce heat of the long spike of flesh buried within his body, the immense and glorious pressure hammering his prostate, the slick movement of Balto's rod within his tight passages... And in that last instant, the fiery splash of the first of Balto's cum as it began to squirt deep within him. "Haaaa..." he cried out, his call transforming in the middle into a splitting howl as the liquid heat of his powerful orgasm suddenly erupted across his body.

Tailhole clamping down hard behind Balto's knot, his first milky white shot of cum exploded forth from his pulsating tip, splashing him across the chin as his balls pulled up tight to his body. Like a sticky flood, his cum sprayed out from his throbbing and flexing cock, driven on by the incredible pressures both behind his knot and on his prostate, thin white ropes splattering across his chin and the ground, adding to the puddle of pre already present. Eyes unfocused, he allowed conscious thoughts drift away upon the wings of orgasmic euphoria, mind focused solely upon the blazing pleasure rocketing through his cock.

Balto hugged tightly to Kaltag's back, a little line of drool hanging from his tongue as his unfocused eyes stared up at the dark ceiling overhead. His own inundation of spooge was quickly building up in the Chinook's already over-filled rear tract, adding additional slickness for his cock to glide upon as he twitched and moaned. A haze of ecstasy hung over his eyes, balls drawn up tight and burning against his body as they pulsed and loosed all of his built up jizz into his mate.

Mind slowly re-engaging, Kaltag slowly pulled out of his intense orgasm, groaning and shivering slightly as the powerful sensations gradually began retreating. The shots of cum flowing from his cock began to become clear once again, and as the mellow afterglow began settling upon him his ejaculations became watery and clear as before. Extending his tongue, he licked as best he could along the underside of his own jaws, lapping at the familiar salty flavour with a happy murr. He couldn't think of any other time he had ever felt this full... It seemed that Balto had poured his all into his ass, and now his bowels were stuffed with not only the massive cock, but also all of his prodigious ejaculations. Kaltag's tail began wagging like mad of its own accord, thumping into Balto's legs and tail on every sweep. A silly grin extended across his face, teeth gleaming in the faint light. Looks like I won the bet there, wolfie...

The tension of orgasm flowed away from Balto, and he collapsed lightly onto his mate's back, sighing contentedly as his cock tugged slightly at the tight ring of muscle encircling it. Suddenly, his entire body felt heavy, as though his bones had been filled with lead. Hugging Kaltag tight, he tugged Kaltag to one side as he let his own body fall to the other, letting their bodies fall into a spoon. Smirking slightly, he hugged Kaltag again as he bent down and lapped at Kaltag's feebly squirting cock, tasting his salty flavour for a second time that night. "How was that, my sexy one?" he asked with a crooked grin, licking at the underside of Kaltag's muzzle to get whatever the Chinook hadn't been able to reach.

"Better, much better!"

Balto gave Kaltag a bemused smirk. "Really? That's it? No long-winded description? No trailed off sentence? You feeling alright?"

Kaltag attempted a baleful glare at the wolfdog through one eye, but botched the attempt and ended up chuckling, giving Balto's still-embedded cock a slight squeeze. "Shut up, wolfie. By the way, you're laying in my cum..."

Groaning theatrically, Balto made a show of disgust, nose crinkling up and eyes narrowing. "Oh god, not that! I can taste it, hell, I have a stomach full of the damned stuff right now, but heaven forbid I lay in it!" Chuckling, he added in: "It'll ruin my beautiful fur!"

"Lay off it, you great half-bred lump," Kaltag growled with a grin, licking at Balto's face. "You know it won't make even the slightest difference to your fur!" Chuckling, he gave Balto a wink. "Your fur is just a disaster on the best of days, a catastrophe, an utter debacle, a..."

"...Mess?"

"Yeah, you got it right!" Kaltag smirked again, then unwittingly his muzzle was wrenched open into a wide yawn, tongue curling in his mouth as he sighed in contentment. "I don't know about you, but I'm pretty damned tired."

Balto shook his head and smiled. "Me too, mate. What's say we stay here the night?"

Kaltag thought about it briefly, considering the possibility of the humans finding them there in that situation in the morning. And then he realized he didn't care. "That's a wonderful idea. Best one you've had this evening!" he exclaimed jokingly. "Well... Aside from ramming me. That was a pretty good one."

The wolfdog smiled happily, tail thumping against the ground lazily as his eyelids twitched downwards. "I know this sort of stuff makes you embarrassed, Kaltag, but..." Grinning, he moved his muzzle upwards and planted a passionate kiss upon the Chinook's handsome muzzle, working his tongue against Kaltag's as he responded likewise. "I just wanted to say I love you, my sexy Chinook," he murmured, resting his head upon Kaltag's fluffy chest.

Kaltag smiled back at him, resting his head on top of Balto's wolfish featured face. "I love you too, my sexy wolf," he whispered back, giving the wolfdog's head a lick.

Just as sleep began sweeping over him, Balto was woken at the last instant by a quick nudge from his mate. "You do know that you lost the bet, eh wolfie?"

Smirking, he just gave Kaltag a lick on his neck. "I'm sure we can figure something out. Now shut up and go to sleep!" he growled, licking at his cheek. "Love ya, big guy..."

"Love ya too, Balto."

_ The End _