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The Overlook Bar

Luke breathed in the aroma of the building as he entered. There was a clear pine smell that attempted to cover the dirty, grimy smell that builds up within any bar that had been operating for the last twenty years straight.

As far as it mattered to him though, the Overlook Bar felt inviting and warm.

He walked over to the counter, sliding his coat off as he stepped between the other patrons.

The bartender at that side of the counter was an older looking Raccoon. Where most Raccoons had pitch black fur around their eyes, this one had just more gray.

Luke leaned forward onto the counter. Glancing at the racks of liquor on the walls he racked his head for drink that could be enjoyed both in a single gulp or over the next hour depending on how the night turned out.

"How cold is it out there?"

The dog lost his trance and looked at the bartender.

"I beg your pardon?"

The Raccoon was mixing another drink but paused and looked at the Husky, "Did the temp drop since this morning?"

He frowned for a moment trying to recall what the weather had been like earlier in the day, "Not particularly. Still just above freezing."

The bartender nodded, handed the drink to a Rottweiler, before turning back at Luke.

"You not from here I take it?"

"How could you tell?"

"Not many native Huskies wear coats in this weather," the Raccoon chuckled, "Hell, most of them barely wear anything more than a t-shirt and shorts for as long as they possibly can."

Luke nodded, "Yeah, where I grew up where I'd be lucky if the weather dropped this low."

"Well, can't really choose where you grow up. What'd you like?"

"Uh," he paused, "I'll take a double Old Fashioned."

"One moment while I make that."

The Husky turned around. Resting his back and elbows on the bar counter, he glanced around at his surroundings.

It was surprisingly busy for a random Wednesday night. Looking at the various bar-goers he could spot a group of Foxes clumped into a corner, a couple of smaller groups of Wolves scattered around, the occasional dog like himself mixed throughout, and in at the far end of the bar he could see what looked like a brown bear chilling on his own with a beer.

"Here's your drink."

"Thanks, how much is it?"

The Raccoon shook his head, pointing at a massive Malamute that was standing at the counter, "He said he wanted to cover it."

The Malamute gave a nod before walking away from the counter. Luke watched him as he went to an open table just a bit deeper into the bar. As he walked away he noticed that his clothes were exactly what the Raccoon had been talking about earlier, just a t-shirt and some shorts.

"He a regular?"

The Raccoon shrugged, "Depends on what you call regular, but I'd say Knox's one."

Luke took a sip of his drink, "Exactly how I like it, thanks," he said, shoving himself off of the counter and towards the Malamute.

With his drink in one hand and his coat in the other, the Husky quickly made his way to the Malamute's table.

He nodded his head toward the open chair, "I take it the drink was an invitation to sit here," Luke said, "Or am I mistaken."

The Malamute laughed as he gestured for him to sit, "I mean you're free to go somewhere else if you'd prefer."

The Husky slid his coat over the back of the chair before sitting down and offering a handshake, "I'm Luke."

"Knox," he replied shaking his hand.

When Luke shook the Knox's hand, that is when he realized just how much larger the Malamute was compared to the Husky.

Knox took a sip from his drink before continuing, "So where could someone like you be from, that he thinks that this weather is cold?"

The Husky chuckled, "Second time I've been called out for not being from around here."

"It's not unusual to see new faces around here. We get people all the time coming through during peak skiing season. It's just a bit funny seeing, and forgive me for assuming, a Husky feel cold in what most would consider their ideal environment."

Luke sipped his own drink, "Yeah, well, you got me. I'm originally from down south. Parents found some easy work for themselves and decided to settle in a place where their money could be stretched a bit further."

"By down south, do you just mean south from here, or do you mean the south south?"

Luke's eyebrows raised as he shook his head, "South south," he said sighing.

Knox rubbed a hand over his head, "Take it you didn't really care for it."

"Not at all."

"Well, what brings you here? Just to relax or," he trailed off.

The Husky shrugged, "Just trying to find something to do with my life. I've been driving along the interstate for the last several weeks pretty aimlessly. I should probably start looking for work, but I doubt I'll find anything the way I've been looking."

"I didn't mean the town," the Malamute laughed, "I meant the bar," he gestured around him, "Most people don't just come to a gay bar randomly."

Luke's eyes expanded as he glanced around again, "I- Shit. Well I-", he paused and sighed again, "Would you believe me if I said I just stopped at the first bar I saw?"

"It's not a problem," he said still chuckling, "Someone might get the wrong idea, mind you. A hot looking Husky, new to town, standing alone at the counter. Just a simple misunderstanding."

Luke could feel his cheeks getting warm.

The Malamute leaned forward on the table, pointing off into the distance, "If you're uncomfortable here there's another bar just a block or two in that direction," he leaned back into his chair and finished off his drink, "No one here really cares if you're straight though. We're pretty relaxed here."

Luke's ears dropped to the sides of his head, "I didn't mean to imply- I mean I-"

"It's all cool. Don't worry about it," he waved his hand, "It's happened tons of times to other people coming through."

The Husky shook his head, "No, I mean I really did just walk into the first bar I saw. It's just that I really didn't realize what this bar was. I wasn't trying to imply that I was straight."

There was a lengthy pause for a while as they both sat silently.

"I apologize," Knox broke the silence, "I had no intention to offend you if I did."

"No, no," Luke said quickly, "It was just a misunderstanding. You're fine."

The Malamute stood up, "I'm probably just going to head out. I can tell I ruined your night."

"What? I never said-"

"Enjoy the rest of your night."

Luke quickly stood up and grabbed Knox's arm. He had to look straight up in order to make eye contact. His own head was barely up to his chest.

The Husky's mind raced for something to stay to keep the Malamute there. It had been weeks since the last time he had a conversation with anyone that was not over the phone.

"The hottest guy in the bar is going to buy me a drink and then bail?"

Knox's face scrunched up into a confused look for moment as he tried to process what the small Husky had just said. His eyes lit up once it clicked in his head.

"I didn't realize I was the hottest guy in the bar."

Luke let go of the Malamute's arm, "Anyone that buys me a drink and listens to me complain is the hottest guy for me."

Knox gestured towards the door, "You want to come back to my place, that way some other dog has a chance at being the hottest in the bar tonight?"

"You have any booze at your place?"

Knox smirked, "Plenty."

* * *

Knox opened the door to his apartment, letting Luke enter first. When the Malamute switched the lights on, the Husky was immediately impressed with the small size of the place.

It was a tiny studio room, with a kitchen that could only barely be considered one. There was a massive kind sized bed in the far end of the room, but with the lack of clear living space, the Husky was surprised that it could fit at all.

Knox squeezed behind Luke into the kitchen and quickly started pouring two rum and cokes, "I probably should have told you how small my place is."

The Husky looked around, "It's kinda cozy."

"That's one way to put it."

Luke turned and waved his hand in the Malamutes general direction, "I'm kinda surprised this is enough space for yourself."

"Well," he started, handing one of the drinks to Luke, "I'm really only here a few days each week. I am usually having to spend a lot of time at the various ski resorts."

The Malamute sat on the edge of his bed and gestured toward the chair a couple of feet away from it.

Luke sipped his drink as he sat down. He fought back the gag reflex he had at the strong tasted of the rum.

"I make it too strong? I could always add more coke," Knox said, noticing the Husky's face.

"No, no. It's fine, just wasn't expecting it. Are you a professional skier?"

"Definitely not," he laughed, "My body is in no way aerodynamic enough to be able to compete with some of the Coyotes or Foxes that are actually good."

"So what do you do at the resorts?"

"I'm mostly in charge of setting up the various events. I gotta keep them running and move all their heavy shit around. When something breaks, I have to be able to fix it quickly. Means I pretty much have to stay at the resort during the whole event."

"That sounds pretty awesome."

"Until you realize I pay for my stay out of my own pocket."

"But if the resort requires-"

"They don't technically require it," Knox interrupted, "But they do require you to be on site in under an hour from when the maintenance call is made. If one comes in during a snow storm, I'd be fucked."

Luke nodded. He was realizing very quickly that he may have made the wrong decision in accepting the drink as strong as it was.

"So a sexy Malamute goes to ski resorts on a weekly basis. How are you still single?"

"Most don't like how much space I take up," Knox joked, finishing the drink he had in his hand.

"If it's always as cold out as it is right now," the words suddenly started spilling out of the Husky's mouth, "Then sleeping beside someone as large and warm as you sounds like a positive."

Luke cursed himself in his head. What was he thinking? There was definitely way too much rum in his drink.

"With how cold you get, I might be able to help," Knox said standing up and taking a step towards the Husky.

Within a split second, Luke downed the last of his drink before standing up and embracing the fluffy dog. Knox was practically bending over in order to kiss Luke.

Luke's mind was racing as he started unbuttoning his shirt. He saw Knox doing the same in between the mingling of their tongues. Luke had another shirt on underneath, but opted to not waste time with it. The undershirt he was wearing was comfy enough.

Before he knew it both of their pants were off.

Luke continued rubbing the fur around the Malamutes neck. It as thick and soft, and nicest thing he had ever felt.

Meanwhile he could feel Knox wrapping his arms around him, groping his ass and while still supporting the Husky's neck.

That is when Luke noticed it. The utter size of the Malamute's sheath pressing into his stomach. The gears in the Husky's head suddenly clicked into place. Knox did not just mean how much space he took up with his body, but the massive amount of space he would take up inside any potential lover. It was no wonder many might not like it.

Both of their rods quickly came out of their sheaths as they continued to rub against each other. The room felt like it was heating up.

Knox pulled his mouth away from Luke's and simply held him in his arms/

"Do you want me to put on a rubber," he asked quietly.

Luke turned his head quizzically as he looked Knox in the eyes, "Why would I care?"

"I just don't want to accidentally knock up a breeder."

"I've never gotten tested for that, but unless my father was a breeder and never told me, I sure as hell doubt I'm one."

There was an obvious surprised expression across the Malamute's face, "Have you never bottomed before?"

"I've only ever topped," Luke could tell he was beginning to slur his words, "Typically I'm the one controlling these situations."

There was a clear bit worry in Knox's eyes, "I just really don't want you to feel like I'm taking advantage-"

"Tonight, I want to be the one getting fucked."

"Are you sure"

There was a moment of contemplation before Luke jumped onto the bed and presented his ass to the Malamute. His tail raised as high as he could get it. He had always been a top until tonight. There was something so alluring and confident about Knox that he felt like he had be the one to please him. He was on his hand and knees waiting for the big dog to claim him like a common bitch.

There was another moment of silence before he heard the bed creak as Knox climbed onto it. Luke could feel the Malamute's strong arms slide down the Husky's back. A soft prodding could be felt around his asshole as Knox looked for his target. He was obviously experienced in finding it because in no time.

Luke felt a sudden heavy weight on his back as Knox leaned into his ear, "Let me know if you want me to stop."

The dog pulled his weight off of the Husky as he rearranged himself to be in a better position.

Luke could feel Knox's pre-cum being smeared around the outside of his asshole. His breath was knocked out of his lungs when he felt the first bit of Knox's length enter him. His tight asshole felt like it was already reaching its limit.

"I'll try and go slow to begin with," Knox said, sliding a bit more into his new tight bitch.

The excitement surged through the Husky's body as his body ate more and more of the Malamute's length.

Knox stopped pushing further in for a moment before pulling out a bit. He could tell how inexperienced Luke was being the receiver. Sliding out until just his tip was within the Husky, he started pushing himself back in. This time quickening his journey.

Surges of pleasure and pain were rippling through Luke's body. His insides were on fire with all of the different sensations. His whole body felt full with Malamute's length. He grunted as even more of the dog's rod entered him.

Knox slowed once again before asking, "You doing okay? I'm almost halfway in."

The Husky's eyes bulged at the fact that he was not even halfway to the goal.

"I'm-" he huffed, "I'm fine keep going."

Luke's asshole burned around his stud's pulsing member. He could feel Knox purposefully moving around in a way that would make the stretching slower and more pleasurable. It helped, but only by a small margin. There is only so much that can be done when you are attempting to fit such a large package into such a small hole.

Once more the Malamute slowed before beginning to pull his length out again. Simulating an extremely slow thrust, he pulled his length out nearly completely, and then pushed right back in.

Luke could feel his own member beginning to leak pre-cum as the slow thrusting continued. He felt it bob up and down with the rhythm that was beginning to take place. It was not long before he began to push his hips into Knox's rod with every thrust.

"Are you ready for the last bit," the Malamute asked between breaths, "It'll be a bit rough, but you're doing fantastic so far."

The Husky opened his mouth to respond, horrified that he instead of words all he could muster was a groan.

"I-" he attempted again, "Give... it to... me," he managed between his own gasping for air.

Whatever Luke was expecting, it was not even close to what he got. He yelped as he felt the Malamute's massive knot forcefully enter him with a pop. His asshole so tight that it seemed to have locked Knox's length fully in him.

Again, Knox paused for a moment to make sure the Husky was okay. He gave it a few seconds before he attempted a gentle thrust. Luke thought he saw stars for a split second before he regained his composure. The Husky pushed his hips further into the Malamute.

Knox's thrusting slowly began to pick up speed as his confidence in Luke grew. It did not take long before the rhythmic in-and-out motion of his hips had picked up enough speed to have the Malamute himself panting.

Luke's passage was making it hard for Knox to not pick up speed. He had never fucked someone with such a tight grip around his member. Every movement was sending jolts of pleasure through both of their bodies.

Knox ran his hands through the Husky's fur. His paws went beneath the undershirt that Luke never took off. Sweat was beginning to drip from both of them, and for the Husky, it was quickly being absorbed by his shirt.

The intense rutting continued for a while longer. Luke could feel he was getting close to cumming, and Knox could tell. He wrapped one of his hands around the Husky's hips and began to stroke his member.

The sensation of being pleasure both inside and out was too much for Luke to handle. The Husky barely lasted a minute before moaning. His balls tightened as his cock unleashing a torrent of cum all over the bed.

Trying feebly to not disappoint Knox, he tried to continue grinding against his rod. His tail hole squeezing the Malamute's flesh.

It was only a few thrusts more before Knox gasped. He shoved his length one last time into Luke's ass as his member began squirting seed straight into the Husky's depths. To Luke the torrent seemed endless. Wave after wave of the warm liquid flooded his insides.

A moment later and Knox was limp. Luke could feel the large Malamute resting some of his weight on his back. They were still stuck together by the dog's massive knot and his own tiny asshole.

They both panted for a while in the quiet room. Knox lowered them both onto their sides to allow them to lie more comfortably.

However, new sensation had begun building within the Husky. Where Knox's seed had pooled inside of him, a strange warmth seemed to be building.

"Huh-" Luke grunted, as he moved one of his hands to his belly.

The warmth was entirely centered in the one location. To his dismay, the feeling of being full of the Malamute's seed was quickly overshadowed by being full with something else. He could feel his belly begin expanding into his hand. The warmth of his belly was the most intense thing he had ever felt, and that was taking into account the intense fucking he had just gone through.

Luke's eye's bulged as he watch his middle balloon out. In under a minute it looked like the once fit Husky had put on a beer gut. The swelling seemed to not be slowing down.

The Husky knew exactly what this meant. He had impregnated breeders in the past, but he never imagined himself to be one.

He whined quietly when he felt a soft nudge inside of himself. One of the multiple pups that he was now pregnant with. With a pop and a grunt he felt his innie become an outie.

"What's wrong," Knox asked, picking his head up to look over at Luke. His knot still firmly planted into the Husky's ass.

He glanced down at Luke's gravid looking middle.

"I- I thought you said you weren't a breeder."

The Husky had begun panting again as he felt the massive pups shifting around inside of him. The warmth began dissipating and the swelling had begun to slow, but not before it looked like he had swallowed an entire watermelon. He could easily feel at least five distinct bodies pressing from inside.

"I didn't think I was," Luke muttered, more surprised than anything.

He rubbed his massive dome of a middle, seeing his dark flesh peaking out from under his much thinner layer of fur.

The only good thing the Husky could feel was that Knox's length seemed to finally be shrinking. He still felt full, but now it was from the Malamute's pups instead of his rod.

He felt a tug as Knox pulled his knot out of his ass. The trapped cum quickly pouring out of himself and pooling on the bed.

Knox got up out of bed, facing the Husky.

Luke twisted around onto his back. His futile attempt to pull his shirt over his belly simply left him even more exhausted.

"Well, what now," the Malamute asked.

Luke propped himself up on his elbows and looked down. While he could feel how rock hard his own cock still was, he wasn't able to see it over his bloated middle. He attempted to grab it around his belly, but its size got in the way of a good grip.

The Husky sighed before looking back up at Knox, "You ever give a blow job before?"