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New Friends (Chapter 4b)

Here's that promised follow-up to my last. Don't ask why I didn't just name them chapters 4 and 5... Because that would make way too much damned sense. Originally these were supposed to be a single, long piece, but I grew tired nearing the end of the first, and felt lazy, so gave it a quick chop and... Well, that's why there's a part a and b. So... Hopefully you'll enjoy, I'll try to branch out in my naughty scenes a bit, but if you're one for fetishes including things like bondage or watersports or scat and stuff... Look elsewhere! I'm not a fan of that stuff; consequently you won't find it in any of my pieces. By the way, I don't own these characters, nor do I use them for material gain. They're copyright Don Bluth, United Artists, and Universal. If you made it through that idiotic rant, kudos to you. Anyway, here's the story. Enjoy.

Bathed in the early morning sun's radiance, the land fairly gleamed, rays of light reflecting and refracting on the thick layer of snow which gently shrouded the land. The thick rind on the snow caused a prismatic effect, sweeping small rainbows in beautiful arches across the cold and otherwise colourless and drab landscape. The sea twinkled and swelled gently in the distance, a vast and cold indigo expanse which stretched as far as the eye could see. Skimming over the tops of the waves were the early rising gulls hoping to catch an early meal; the waves below them teemed with fish ripe for the taking. In the distance, the gentle slopes of the surrounding mountains shone in the brilliant radiance of the sun, acquiring a pinkish-red hue as the colours from the gorgeous sunrise reflected from them. Balto saw all of this, and yet for all of its beauty he could only see the horrible desolation of the land, the loneliness, barrenness, and sheer coldness of his surroundings. Sitting alone, he looked out over this frozen wasteland, howling out his pain like a wolf with his muzzle was raised to the sky; his lips quivered as it seemed he dredged up every bit of sorrow he could find in his body and cried it all to the heavens above, uncaring of who might be listening. He had never felt so bad in his entire life... And it was no one's fault but his own. Steele had been right, about everything... He was a low-down, unfaithful, murderous waste of life. At the back of his mind, some little voice told him this was preposterous, but he shoved it back, unheeding. Of course he was... Now, true, he hadn't actually done the killing, but he should have stopped it! What's more, he hadn't even been able to avenge Jenna's death like any proper mate should have. To add insult to this grievous injury upon Jenna's name, he was now being unfaithful, and having relations with others! Males, at that! What right did he have to be consorting with others when his mate was dead, murdered? Taking a small step forward, he peered down, and it seemed to him that here was the answer to his problems! A little step forward, and down the falls he would go, finally to rejoin Jenna! And yet, he... Couldn't even do that. He hung his head, ashamed of his repeated failures. Yet, it wasn't even the idea of dying which held him back, but the thought of dying before he could tell his new mates he loved them one more time; it was the chance of seeing their beautiful faces just one more time that held him back. That morning, he had arisen early, as he was wont to do when conflicted. Before the previous day, his relations with Charlie and Itchy had been perfectly fine... They had been friends! He had only felt friendship for them, right? But why did his heart pang for them every time they were apart; why did he feel these ways about them? Last night though... That had changed everything. He could no longer look upon them as merely friends, as he had once pretended to do (in his heart, he knew he had loved them long before then, possibly since the first time he saw them). This morning, though, he had realized that he had betrayed Jenna, was betraying her and her memory every second he stayed with those two. So, he left quietly, walking for hours to reach a narrow cliff overhanging the drop of the largest waterfall in the area. Looking down over the sharp precipice, he couldn't see the bottom of the cataract... Just a large mass of foaming, roiling water, engulfed in clouds of mist. So, now here he was. He couldn't go back... And he couldn't go through with what he felt he should do. Balto had never felt so torn before in his life... One side of him screamed to end this foolishness, forget about this whole episode, and return... But the other part of him calmly whispered to him, whispering of going to see Jenna... And he didn't know which side to believe, which side to trust. As he lay collapsed in the snow, fur matted and torn in several places from thorns, he began to cry in earnest, laying a paw across his face and moaning softly to himself.

Suddenly, his fur was lifted gently by a soft gust of wind, tousling the fur on the top of his head in... A familiar way? His ears twitched, and his nose lifted all by itself, catching the faintest hint of at scent of... Balto snarled to himself, shaking his head violently. "Don't be an idiot," he growled, snapping his jaws. "She's dead. Wishing for her won't bring her back!" Springing to his feet, Balto crouched back, prepared to make his leap, the final leap into the long sleep of death, and hopefully to Jenna. Bunching his hips, he prepared to spring, but...

Suddenly, a faint whisper caught his attention. "Balto..." He shook his head, disoriented. "Who's there? Show yourself!" he demanded in a powerful iron voice, baring his glistening white fangs with a deep growl as he whirled about. However, he was shocked to find the same barren, desolate landscape as he had seen when coming up here... Not a living creature in sight. "By the gods, I really am going mad, aren't I?" he asked himself, ears laying back upon his head. His tail sagged and the fur on his hackles sunk down, disheartened. Slowly he crept up the the edge of the cliff, the very same one he had just been about to propel himself off of, flying off to his sure death. Feeling nauseous suddenly, he turned to the side and retched, spewing up the remains of his last meal. Stomach heaving, he emptied his stomach onto the light crust of the snow, the regurgitated mass steaming as it sunk through the first few layers of snow before it cooled down on the hard bedrock below.

Finally, the heaves faded away, and Balto turned, sickened by what he had almost done, to turn back for home. "Who am I kidding?" he questioned the chilly air, rolling his eyes. "She is gone. I can't bring her back. And... " Here he paused, tail drooping again, sadness written in every line of his body. "I... There was nothing I could have done for her. But... She would want me to move on; anyways, if there is an afterlife, I will meet her there when I move on past this existence." Nodding to himself, he raised his bushy grey tail once again, fur gently caressed by the wind. "I love another now; I love her as much as ever, but she has moved on, and I must make my own way through life without her." Thinking deeply about this, he saw images of Jenna as she had been, vibrant and full of life... But then the visions were replaced by those of Charlie and Itchy; the roguish shepherd was grinning as always in his distinctive way and Itchy was smiling gently at him. The love from them was evident in every line of their bodies as well as in their scents, and with sudden determination in his step, Balto strode off away from that haunted clifftop, back to his life. The wind gave him a final warm, gentle caress, and once again he was reminded of Jenna. Smiling to himself, he reveled in what may have been Jenna's touch, and then set off for the boat, pep in his step from his realizations.

*****

Grunting, Charlie slowly raised his tired body from the warm blanket. Yawning widely, he thrust his rump up into the air and performed a long but pleasing stretch, feeling his joints crack. Beside him, Itchy slumbered on, but Charlie gave Itchy a vigorous shake and he awoke with a snort. "Morning, sunshine!" Charlie exclaimed jokingly, giving Itchy a playful shove. The little schnitzel-shaped dog responded with a growl, playfully biting the agitating paw. Not to hurt, Itchy would never do that; the bite was merely a bit of play.

Following Charlie's example, Itchy stretched out his long body, wagging his stumpy tail and closing his eyes as his muscles worked themselves loose. Stretching his toes, he was rewarded with a symphony of cracks, followed by two loud cracks from his back, and one final resounding snap coming from his neck. Sighing, he opened his eyes again to the sight of Charlie smirking at him. Raising an eyebrow, Itchy gave his head a quick kick, then looked back at Charlie, who was still grinning. "What?" the dachshund exclaimed, glaring at Charlie's wide, innocent eyes.

Sitting down, Charlie gave a big, doggish grin. "Your body never ceases to amaze, Itch m'boy..." he explained in a sarcastic tone, "Just when you think it's finally done, the bloody thing has to get in one more good snap, just to prove me wrong." Patting Itchy gently on the head, Charlie looked around, lines of morning sunlight which had crept between the deck boards glinting gently off his tan muzzle fur. "Say... Have you happened to see our fine lupine friend this morning?" he asked, sniffing at the air. He could smell traces of Balto's scent, but it seemed he had been gone for several hours by now.

Rolling his eyes, Itchy growled back "How could I have? Until I was so rudely interrupted, I had been having a good sleep, no thanks to you!", stretching out the word rudely to the point of ridiculousness. Standing up, he trotted over to the stairs, struggling slowly up them as his stomach dragged on the rough wood. Poking his head up above, he was hit with a sudden blast of frigid arctic air, and jerked back reflexively, the urge to scratch kicking in full force. Overcoming it for once (it was only a bit of wind, come on, he thought) he stuck his head tentatively up above again, wincing as the already bright sun was reflected millions of times into his eyes by the glimmering white blanket of snow on the ground. Raising a paw to shield his eyes from the direct sunlight, Itchy gazed out, looking from side to side, but with no avail. "I don't see him... Where'd he go, Charlie?" he asked, looking back at the shep with a look of worry in his eyes.

"Oh, he probably wanted to go commune with nature. Ya know, wolf business..." Charlie said flippantly, making as if to sound nonchalant. However, inside his head, faint warning bells were ringing; his eyes betrayed at least some of his worry. Balto had never done something like this before; Charlie was worried that he may have upset the wolf with their, *clears throat* antics the night before. "Come on, Itch, he'll be back when he's back..." Charlie said, indicating the blanket with his head to the small dog. "May as well just wait for the bum, don't have anything better to be doing today."

They waited silently for a few minutes, and then Charlie abruptly stood up. "Goddam, I hate just sitting and doing nothing..." he growled, shaking his head vigorously. Not hesitating, he trotted up the stairs and out into the cold beyond.

Itchy waited a few moments, but when it seemed he actually wasn't coming back, he jumped up and hurried after him, short legs burning from the steep stairs. Upon reaching the deck of the little wooden vessel, he looked around, searching for Charlie's familiar form, and didn't have to look far. The shepherd mix was perched up near the bow of the boat, silent and still as a statue. 'Balto's right' Charlie thought to himself as he looked around, 'You really can see forever from here.' Looking for all the world as a sentinel guarding over his domain, he glanced back and forth, a little overcome by the sheer magnitude of the landscape around him. New Orleans had been so... So different! The land he been different; Charlie had never before seen snow before he had been shipped here. Now, everywhere he looked he was surrounded by the stuff; turning his neck slightly Charlie could see the ocean, eternally pounding away at the worn rocky coast. To his left, swiveling his head slightly, the ground sped away as far as the eye could see, until the jagged, broken peaks of the region's mountains rose up. Charlie knew not what lay behind this sharp, desolate wall; at this time he didn't really care. Suddenly, the wind died down for a brief moment, and as his fur settled back into its usual position, his keen eyes spotted a distant grey shape struggling against the same wall of frozen air, coming down from the hills surrounding the mountains. "Balto..." Charlie breathed gently, shaking his head. "What's the idiot doing all the way out there?" he growled to himself, angry with Balto. "With this wind, he'll be lucky to make it back at all!"

As if to spite him, another furious howl of wind kicked up behind him, and it instantly felt as though it had dropped 10 degrees. Spinning around, Charlie ran past Itchy, yelling "Come on!" behind him before leaping off the railing to land with a puff of snow on the cold ground. Itchy was perplexed, but followed nonetheless, taking a slightly less drastic exit to the boat, but soon he was running as fast as he could alongside Charlie. He could tell something was up; Charlie never acted like this without good reason.

Running as fast as he could, Charlie quickly outpaced Itchy, for once not bothering to wait for the little dog to catch up. Balto had been out in this for hours; even with his thick pelt he would be nearing hypothermia now. Charlie himself, even after only being out for a couple minutes now, was beginning to feel the effects of the strong windchill through his slightly thinner coat. Shivering slightly, he put on an extra notch of speed, feeling his heart pounding in his chest. His muscles seemed stiff from the cold, but after a few minutes of hard running they had warmed up, and Charlie was actually panting a little from the exertion, heedless of the subzero temperatures.

As Charlie began to approach where he had seen Balto last, a great gust of wind kicked up, hurling snow and dust up through the air in a whirlwind, blocking out all visibility. It was as if the storm was determined not to let him get to Balto; but Charlie caught a faint whiff of Balto's familiar scent on the air and homed in on it, flogging his tired muscles for a last bit of energy. How long had he been running? Had it been 20 minutes? An hour? He didn't know, and didn't care; seeing Balto's furry form appear before him was worth it.

Balto himself wasn't doing so hot; he couldn't remember if he had ever been this cold before. Shivering profoundly under his shaggy coat, he loped along unsteadily, his shaking throwing off his balance. He cursed himself for his idiocy; a storm like this would have been obvious to see before he had left in the morning if he had only taken the time to check. Now, for his stupidity, he might die of hypothermia. Terrific.

Suddenly, the shrill howl of the wind died down, and it seemed as though before him a path opened up in the billowing snow, filled with radiant sunlight. And, of course, there was Charlie right in the middle of everything. Marvelling at this miracle, Balto chuckled to himself... It seemed that, despite everything Charlie had done in his life, he was still favoured by whatever gods may be. Raising his head, Balto parted his maw and let out a high, piercing howl of pure joy, darting towards Charlie with muscles suddenly re-energized. Looking past Charlie's speeding form, Balto could make out Itchy in the distance, loping along as fast as his limited form could manage. With a wolfy grin on his face, Balto hurried up to meet them.

With a sigh of relief, Charlie sped towards Balto, racing through the strange tunnel of still, empty air which had opened up between the two of them. Leaping forwards, he tackled the wolf to the ground, grabbing ahold of Balto's heaving midsection with his strong front paws and twisting, bringing the heavy mutt to the ground. Charlie kept his hold as they tumbled a few times, and when the snow they had kicked up settled, it left Charlie standing over Balto, looking straight in his eyes. "Now... What in the bloody hell are you doing out here in a blizzard?" Charlie asked quickly, giving Balto a quick lick of the nose. He didn't like how he could feel the wolf shivering beneath him... He had to be close to hypothermic, if not already there.

Licking Charlie back, Balto didn't answer immediately, but just thought for a few moments. Finally, he decided what he should say. "You know, Charlie... I don't really think this is the time or the place for that. It's kinda too cold to get into that type of conversation, don't ya think?" Balto said softly through chattering teeth, body quaking with the intense cold. Charlie hesitated for a moment, but then nodded gently, pressing his body down onto Balto's. The wolf felt an instant rush of heat, and he moaned slightly, cold fur steaming slightly where it met Charlie's warm body.

Suddenly, there was a little flurry of snow kicked up, and when it cleared, Itchy was there, looking down upon the two of them. "Balto! You're alive! Oh, thank god! I'd been so worried... I..." Itchy started mumbling, but was cut off when Balto snagged his face with a paw and planted a deep kiss on his muzzle. Itchy took the hint and stopped his babbling, returning the kiss as he planted his body besides the shivering wolf, sharing some of his own body heat.

For a moment or two, the three of them rested in this position, all panting hard, relishing the moment despite the frigid arctic gale blowing around them. However, they all knew it couldn't last, and with a sigh, Charlie got up first, looking around through the gusting snow. Squinting his eyes to shield from the blowing, stinging snow, Charlie asked, "So... Where exactly are we? I don't know if you've looked around lately, Balto, but we're almost in the bloody foothills! Jesus... We must've been running for over an hour!" Shaking his head in disbelief, he continued, asking "Do you know any good hideouts around here? 'Cause, frankly, I don't see you making it all the way back to the boat, not in your condition."

Balto rolled over onto his stomach and then sat up, looking around carefully. "Weeellll..." he said slowly, eyes darting back and forth. Already the shivers were coming back full force. "I don't know if it'll still be there... God, the whole bloody place was coming down last time..." he trailed off, thinking hard. At the others' questioning stares, he stopped with a jerk, pulled out of his reverie. "When I was doing that serum run a few years ago, we found a nice, cozy little cave to hide out in from an avalanche. When we were leaving, though, the bloody spikes of ice in the ceiling started falling on us. Very nearly died in there... Still, if it's still open, it would at least protect us from the wind." Standing up, he turned stiffly then gestured on with his head, taking off at an easy lope towards the base of one of the hills nearby.

It seemed lady luck was working in their favour; the cave mouth was still gaping open as Balto had last seen it, although it had lost its fearsome fang-like projections which had previously been growing from the ceiling. Hell, under the topmost layer of ice Balto could even see bits of the sled where some of the ice chunks had crashed through. Entering the cave was blissful; the ferocious wind had kicked back up outside, but here they were completely sheltered from the frigid cold. Moving a little further back in, they reached a large cavern, lit by glittering beams of light reflected and refracted inwards from the outside world. The ice had a prismatic effect, and everywhere they looked it seemed to be full of rainbows. Itchy gasped, and even Charlie looked impressed.

However, their wonder didn't last long. All three of them were shivering violently now, so they all curled up together on the rocky floor on their sides, Charlie and Itchy on the outsides with Balto residing in between them. Balto sighed in relief again as he felt the heat from Charlie and Itchy's bodies soaking up into his bones; he felt rejuvenated and glad to be alive. Charlie gently shoved up closer to Balto, murring slightly as he felt Balto's own warmth transferring over.

This lasted several minutes, in which time all of their eyes began to droop. Charlie himself was fast asleep, snoring gently into Balto's ears with his body hugged up tightly to the wolf's. However, as Balto felt himself drifting off, he suddenly felt an unexpected heat on his back, hotter than the rest of him. With a grin, he thought he knew exactly what it was, but he decided to find out, so he gently ground his back into Charlie's abdomen, and just as he'd figured, he felt a warm hardness dig into his back fur. Charlie himself awoke with a start and a moan; he quickly figured out why, and even blushed! Charlie Barkin, blushing! 'Now that's something you don't see every day...' Balto thought to himself, smiling a little.

"Looks like someone's feeling a lot better, eh?" the wolf asked, twisting his head awkwardly to give Charlie's nose a quick lick. Grinning slightly, Charlie opened his mouth a bit, and Balto dove his tongue in, sealing the two in a deep kiss. Here they stayed, locked in this passionate embrace, eyes staring deep into those of the other, until finally Charlie ended up breaking it off.

Looking at Balto with love in his eyes, he said "You know, I don't really think it's fair to lil' ol' Itch over there if we... Start without him?" Seeing Balto nod, Charlie uncurled a paw from around Balto's warm body and gently rubbed Itchy's shoulder, waking the little dog from his deep sleep. Wrapping his paw back around Balto's body, Charlie murmured gently to Itchy, telling him to wake up.

"Mmph? Grrbl..." Itchy mumbled sleepily, eyelids lifting heavily. "Whazzup?" he asked through the haze of sleep, stretching out his back. Suddenly, he too felt a warm pressure on his back, and he grinned in realization. "Ah... Say no more, say no more!" he exclaimed, shaking off the last of his drowsiness. Twisting his head much like Balto had, he gave Balto's strong chest a quick lick, then met his mouth to Balto's, pulling the wolf into a deep kiss. This was their first real passionate kiss, and both tried to make it as good as they could, but after about 15 seconds Itchy's neck muscles got a sudden crimp, and with a little groan he pulled away, little strings of saliva following his muzzle to snap back to Balto's.

Standing stiffly, Itchy stretched again, then groaned and swiveled his head around in a circle, eliciting two loud cracks as it reached either side. With an audible groan of relief, he relaxed his neck again, then looked back in surprise. "Well, aren't ya getting up?" he asked, raising an eyebrow in a mocking imitation of Charlie. "Come on, lazy... Lazies? You started this..." he growled in mock irritation, wagging his tail slowly.

Balto was the next up, followed shortly by Charlie, neither of them feeling the slightest bit tired at this point. "So... What's the gameplan here? I've never exactly done this, if you get what I mean..." the wolf asked, wagging his tail as he felt a familiar throbbing deep within his crotch. His balls felt drawn up tight and burned with his strong mating drive. All he wanted was to drive his cock deep somewhere and sow his seed, regardless of how futile the gesture may have been in the puppy-making department.

Grinning slyly, Itchy said "Well, I think I know just what you want, and I know what I want! How's about it, big bad wolfy?" he asked, flicking his tail aside to the side and rolling his hips downwards slightly, looking for all the world like a bitch in heat. Balto leapt forward, eager to plant his seed, but when he got behind Itchy he stopped, looking at the little dog in careful worry.

"Are you sure you're up for this, Itch? I'm... Well, not to brag, but a bit bigger than you..." Balto asked nervously, laughing a little. Still, as he stood there, he felt his cock throb in his sheath, the tip poking out slightly into the cool air. His musk filled the cave quickly, and he could see and smell similar reactions happening in Charlie and Itchy, their own beautiful and sexy pinkish tips becoming exposed to the cold air.

Looking back, Itchy nodded impatiently, exclaiming "Oh come on, you're not that much bigger than Charlie, and I can take him no problem! Now come on!"

Balto needed no more encouragement than that, and dove his nose forward, giving Itchy's tight-looking tailhole a quick lick or two before he shuffled forward, clasping Itchy's hips with his front paws. Hunching downwards, he gently began rocking his hips forwards, trying to find an angle of entry. The tip of his sensitive red rod rubbed up against Itchy's hot tailhole, and with a moan Balto shuffled forwards a little more, waiting for a clear splash of pre to fall upon Itchy's hold before thrusting forwards roughly, shoving a couple inches into Itchy's gut on the first go.

The little wiener dog yelped loudly, sphincter exploding outwards in size as it swelled to accommodate the wolf's prodigious endowment. However, the familiar wonderful feeling of having another buried deep within one's self quickly replaced the pain, and he shoved himself back upon Balto's rod, impaling himself a further inch or so to make sure Balto wouldn't fear he was hurt.

Moaning and murring lewdly, Balto started up a rough pace, pummelling Itchy's tight tailhole without mercy (not that Itchy wanted any!). Working his hips forwards, he shuffled his weight back and forth from one hind paw to the other, dancing the dance of ecstasy as he never had before, and his claws tapped out a loud rhythm as they brushed the floor of the cave. Gods, it had been way too long. Never before had he attempted anything like this with anyone so tight, never mind the fact that it was a male he was screwing up the ass. However, he neither thought there was anything wrong with it, nor did he really think at all during this... All he could feel was the hot friction of his long, engorged shaft flying back and forth through Itchy's hot rear, smacking into the hard bead that was his prostate.

Suddenly, Balto felt a heavy weight settle on his thrusting hind quarters, and with a jerk he realized that Charlie must be trying to mount him even as he had with Itchy! Shuffling his hind legs to get his balance back, he slowed his thrusting briefly, allowing Charlie's questing malehood to locate his own back door. He felt a jab to his hip, a jab to his balls which was accompanied by a warm squirt of pre... And then, before he could say anything, Charlie's cock had not only found his tailhole, but was deep inside it from a forceful pelvic thrust. Balto's eyes flung open wide, and he howled slightly from the pain, but suddenly, as Charlie began a wild, rapid thrusting pattern, the tip of Charlie's expanding rod smacked into something, and the pain seemed nothing compared to the instant burst of orgasmic pleasure which resulted from this. Moaning even louder now, he returned to battering Itchy's ass.

Charlie wasted no time; he saw Itchy getting screwed hard, and knew he had to get his rocks off too; he felt the ancient need to sow his seed in his bitch, and it appeared the Balto was his bitch today. Licking his lips, he hopped up onto Balto's rapidly thrusting hind end, curling his strong tan paws around Balto's hips and thrusting himself forwards. Balto clearly realized what was going on and, with a slight moan, slowed his own fucking of Itchy to allow Charlie to join in the fun; Charlie immediately jabbed forward once, twice, and then thrice, and on the third time his cock jabbed deep into Balto's hot, tight virgin tailhole. Increasing his pace, the big german shepherd began a fast, loose rhythm of ass-pounding, feeling the tip of his cock ram up a few times against Balto's hard prostate before passing it. The change in body language he saw after this would have been extremely entertaining to him any other time; right now all he wanted was to get his rocks off, but he still noted vaguely how Balto's posture shifted from a pained hunch to an ecstatic crouch, and even as Charlie's speed increased, Balto began to pound Itchy's ass with renewed vigour.

For the first few moments when Balto stopped, Itchy almost cried out; it felt so good, how could he stop now? Then, he felt a sudden thrust forwards and a groan from Balto accompanied by another murr from above, and realized Charlie was just joining in. 'And in three... Two... One...' Itchy thought to himself, and right on his count of one, Balto gave a loud moan and began jackhammering Itchy's ass again, cock pouring out prodigious amounts of hot clear fluid. The little dog felt the warmth of Balto's pre spreading throughout his entire body, and began bucking back again Balto's hot, thrusting rod, his own throbbing cock extending rapidly from the tight confines of his sheath.

To anyone who would have walked in at this moment, the sight would have appeared quite comic... Three dogs, one of vastly different proportions, fucking each others' brains out without another care in the world. Long strands of drool hung down from each of their mouths onto either the cave floor or the coat of the dog below them while... Other... Fluids dripped from the other end of each. As they watched, perhaps they would have seen the middle, a wolf by all appearances, lift the hind end of the small one off the floor with a paw then plunge his cock ever deeper, his knot becoming pronounced now as he used his other forepaw to grab behind the smaller dog's burgeoning knot, allowing him to thrust forwards against his paw as he simulated a knot.

Had our mystery visitor drawn closer, quietly of course so as not to disturb this strange union of dogs, he would have seen the long spurts of clear fluid jetting out of the small dog's cock tip at even intervals, spattering upon the hard rock below him. Getting quite close, he may have started to hear the wet slapping sounds which filled the cave; there was the slap of balls on balls at the end of each forceful thrust, the slight pop as a knot stretched a tailhole, and the slippery sliding sound of cocks being plunged deep into the waiting holes of those below them. Of course, the moaning and grunting would have been obvious even standing out in the blizzard howling outside; lets just say that these three dogs were worrying about other things than the amount of noise they made.

Balto felt that peculiar pressure deep within his hole again, that burning, painful pleasure as Charlie's cock rammed itself again and again into his prostate, and felt a familiar burning tingle beginning to build deep in his gut. Murring loudly, he hoisted Itchy higher, paw wrapped around Itchy's thrusting cock behind the knot, and starting pounding Itchy even harder than before. He could feel the muscles in Itchy's sphincter stretching as his knot stretched them beyond anything they had originally been created for, but Itchy wasn't complaining, so Balto continued his forceful pelvic thrusts, each planting his knot slightly deeper into Itchy's hole. Finally, after a series of pounding, jackhammering thrusts, he felt a sudden pop, and with a loud growl he began shorthumping Itchy with passion, knot locked tightly behind the little dog's muscular ring. One, two, three, four... And orgasm! He pounded Itchy's ass with abandon, feeling his knot swell up to full size, and then he felt the first shots of his potent seed begin to fire deep within the little dog's bowels.

The little wiener dog had been trying to contain himself, but as Balto's knot exploded into his hind end, he let out a loud, uncontrollable moan of both pain and ecstasy, and began trying to hump in time with Balto's own short pounding thrusts, orgasm quickly building in his groin as Balto's wonderful paw brought him to higher levels than he had experienced in years. The rough paw pads had at first hurt a little, chafing the delicate skin of his penis, but then it had just become a part of the experience, and Itchy loved it all the more. Raising his muzzle, he let out a queer little howl, sphincter clenching tight around Balto's throbbing knot as his own cock exploded, long stripes of white being painted beneath his belly as his cock throbbed and bobbed up and down in time with the beating of his heart.

The smell of both canine and lupine jizz filled the air, suffusing all of Charlie's senses, and with a loud uncharacteristic moan, he began ravaging Balto's virgin tailhole ever faster, fully aware that Balto had wanted it hard. It had been hard at first, getting his cock buried in Balto's tight hole, and he had to force it in slowly as Balto's tight passage convulsed and expanded spasmodically to accommodate it's new occupant, but after the thicker middle section it had slipped in easily up to the knot, getting a load groan from Balto from the unexpected sensation of fullness. He had then begun a merciless pattern of sharp, powerful thrusts, not too fast and not too slow, but just right for him. Itchy had often commented on it; he personally had loved it when Charlie used this technique on him; it prolonged the pleasure and experience so much longer than just going all out.

However, as he felt Balto's orgasm begin, the wolf's sexy hole had begun clenching involuntarily around the invading shaft, and with a loud moan Charlie had no choice but to speed up, getting swept away by the sensations cascading through his body. He wasn't sure if the knot would be possible, though... Balto's tailhole was clenching so tightly currently that its constricting grip on his cock was almost painful in its pleasure, but he was sure as hell going to try!

Timing his thrusts carefully, he began pounding away at Balto's heaving ass during the moments his sphincter relaxed slightly, and by this way his knot began to slowly wedge its way in. He heard a loud gasp of pleasure and pain from below him as Balto felt this additional pressure, but he merely grinned and thrust harder, privately thinking 'Oh come on, Itchy can take it, so can you!'. Finally, there was a loud pop, and suddenly both the pressure and pleasure on his cock exploded as his cock engorged to full size, knotted fully in the wolf's tight ass. Thrusting forwards a few more times, Charlie then resigned himself to the orgasm, dancing back and forth on his hind legs as he felt his thin but powerful jizz forcing its way along his long rod and out into Balto's anal passage.

Eyes flicking open wide, Balto howled as he felt Charlie's knot invade his virgin hole. His eyes watered, but the pain was nothing compared to the incredible pleasure being stimulated by having such a massive thing stuck there, thrusting in and out. When Charlie's first few jets of cum splashed into his bowels, Balto's howl grew even stronger as he began to feel incredibly full, and with a moan his flagging orgasm renewed in strength. Thrusting forwards again into Itchy, he lasted maybe 15 seconds before he blew again, once again forcing his potent lupine brew deep within the little dachshund's innards. He continued his thrusting as he rode out his orgasm, and even felt the pressure building up so much around his cock that little jets of cum began squirting out backwards onto his balls, circumventing the impossibly tight seal that his knot formed somehow to spatter onto his furry thighs.

With the renewal of Balto's orgasm, Itchy's eyes flew open again, and with another quiet howl he began to spurt his own milky semen again, adding ever more to the already large cloudy puddle beneath his front paws. To finally orgasm again felt so damned good... He and Charlie hadn't been at it since they were shipped up to Nome, so both of them were slightly pent up despite their private jerks, so he imagined Balto's own ass would be getting a good filling too right now. Moaning again, he felt the fiery pleasure of orgasm sweeping his body for a second time that night and pushed back slightly, allowing Balto's cock to slip a little deeper.

Charlie could feel his balls drawing up slightly as every pulse sent a fresh wave of ejaculate speeding deep into Balto's bowels, and moaned again. It seemed he had been lucky enough to happen upon a long orgasm... That hadn't happened to him in years. These orgasms could last a long time, his personal best being two minutes, but after such a long time at such a heightened state of pleasure it became almost a relief to fall back down into normalcy. Normally, at least. Tonight, he was going to enjoy it to its fullest. Allowing his tail to raise and drop to accompany the winking of his hole, he began to thrust again, quickly bringing the pleasure up to a fever pitch again as his furry tan balls pumped every ounce of puppy batter they could summon up out of his throbbing rod. Like Balto below him, the pressure soon became too much around his pulsating cock, and with Balto uttering a strange sighing sound, he felt little jets of cum spraying out around the tight seal of his knot, splattering Balto's hind quarters along with his own. His bouncing, thrusting balls were soon covered in the stuff, but he couldn't care less... He could deal with it later, and, truth be told, he liked his own taste.

Unfortunately, all good things must end at some point though, and with a sigh Itchy's orgasm died out, last weak splatters of prostatic fluid dripping gently from his engorged cock as Balto's sodden paw continued squeezing gently behind his knot, milking out all the cum that it could.

Shortly afterwards, Balto began coming down from his cum high, and with a sigh he slipped peacefully into a happy afterglow, cock still buried deep in the little dog beneath him. Grinning, he reached his soaked paw up around Itchy's body to his mouth, sniffing the little dog's potent brew before beginning to lick it off, thoroughly enjoying the salty taste. Suddenly, on a sudden impulse, he dipped it down first into the deep puddle between Itchy's forepaws, then reached around behind him to scoop up both some of his cum and a great deal of Charlie's, creating one big soupy mess on his paw. Smiling, he took the pleasure of first taste, enjoying the way that their individual tastes collected together on his taste buds, then raised the paw to offer a taste to both other dogs, who licked it clean without question.

Last to jizz was Charlie, and so rightly last to stop was he as well. With a few final weak pulses, his balls dredged up the very last delectable fluids, and then stopped, his orgasm fading into a pleasant afterglow. He eagerly accepted the gift of their combined jizz as offered by Balto, but again all too soon it was gone. However, the feeling of a warm, tight ass around his cock was something he hadn't felt in a long time, and it was wonderful. Even if his orgasm had finished, the warmth and tightness still made for a very delightful experience.

With a sigh, Itchy plopped down, tugging Balto and Charlie lower with him by their cocks as he lay uncaring in his big puddle of spooge, taking the opportunity to drink a little. He was a little parched after all that exertion, but his own warm juices soon cured that.

"How's about a little sleep?" Charlie asked from on top, grunting as his cock was tugged on. Getting assent from the others, he then realized that might be a little complicated. "Um... Okay, so Balto, you're gonna have to gently roll over onto your side... GENTLY!" he roared, but it was much too late. With a fwoomping sound of fur hitting the ground, Balto flopped over, and Charlie was dragged down by his knot, striking the ground with a similar plop. The three of them tried to talk, but anything they said devolved into a giggle fit, like three pups who had just gotten away with something 'knotty'.

Finally, Balto began settling down for sleep though, feeling delightfully filled and hot as Charlie's body heat poured into him from the inside. Yawning widely, he snuggled up to Charlie's soft fur as he pulled Itchy closer, spreading their body heat out. "I love you..." he whispered, the black of sleep beginning to slip over his vision.

Charlie grinned, thinking of a little girl who had once said that, in a very, VERY different circumstance, but nodded and gave the wolf's neck a lick, saying "Yeah... I love you too, wolfy."

Itchy craned his neck back to get a quick kiss from Balto, nodding with Charlie's statement. "You know I love you too, Balto... I'm so lucky to have you guys as friends!" Both of the bigger dogs grinned at his corniness, but the feeling was mirrored throughout the big furpile as they all began falling asleep, having the big midnight veil of sleep draped over their vision as they passed from consciousness, slipping away to dreams of each other in which they romped and played, along with, *ahem* other things, all night long.

It's funny... This story came out nothing like I thought it would. I guess that's what you get for not writing with any plan whatsoever. Hopefully it didn't suck too much... God, this story was fucking painful to write. Couldn't think of shit to write about at all... Bleah! I hope it's not as bad as it seems, looking back on it... Kinda one of those "What the hell was I thinking???" kind of things... By the way, please ignore any misplaced "it's" rather than "its" in the story... That always messes with me, I blame my grade 1 teacher.