A Night in Alaska
A Night In Alaska
By Z-JAM-C
Please read this while you're 18 or over, otherwise the dogs will know...
Note: The characters in this story are copyrighted to their respectful creators. I, in no way, infringe or claim originality upon the characters copyrights and respect their creators.
Darque Paws and Klaus Doberman are used with permission from their creators.
Night fell softly among the snowy reaches of Alaska. Far into the cold regions of the Americas, this small place of ice and snow was at peace, alongside the ever moving Bering Strait, supplying many fish to those who lived their lives in Alaska. The forests were still, solemn as if by some sworn duty to protect the land, austere as the trees were, like guards of the land. Many of the living creatures were now settling into their preparations into the land of sleep. A few however, weren't getting ready to sleep.
Sylvie couldn't sleep. She was trying to sleep, but something stopped her. Her body just wouldn't allow her to sleep, or to even rest. This made Sylvie annoyed. She was lying under an empty cabin, raised on stumps, so she had enough room to live under the hut, sheltered from fierce winds. But that wasn't enough to relax her.
'Why the hell can't I relax?' she muttered to herself. 'I feel all tense, it's starting to piss me off!' She growled at herself, mostly because there was no one else to blame. She thought back through any one else to suspect. There was Steele, but he hadn't had anything to do with her for a while and she hadn't had anything to do with him either. There was Dixie, but she was close friends with her now, and she couldn't think of her being blamed for anything. What about Jenna, she asked herself. Pretty little Jenna. She was a lucky bitch and all. She was off with that wolf-dog Balto, and they were liiving peacefully, with their own family and everything. Jealously started to flow through Sylvie's brain.
'Great, now I'm even more restless.' she muttered to herself. 'I wish I was with that Balto. He could take me any day, and I would willingly be his mate for anything. Besides, what's that bitch Jenna got that I haven't? That hunk had more to offer than Steele ever had, that's for sure.' She closed her eyes and although she still couldn't sleep, she felt a little more better, if not a little forlorn, as she began to dream of being with Balto, the heroic wolf-dog of Nome, a small place in Alaska.
Meanwhile, on the outskirts of Nome, two shadows were growing larger in the snow. They were like spectres, reaching for the nearest settlement or any place of life, in the middle of the snow-filled desert. The Lights of the North flickered like the shimmering curtain of the world, drawing across the window of the sky to reveal the stars which blinked like raindrops on a slow rainy day. The twin shadows eventually became more and more distinct in shape. Then, as they were just at the first building of the town, the shadows became a canine form.
'Hey, this place looks alright to stay.' said one shadow with an American accent, looking around the corner of the building's shadow.
'Think so, Darque?' said the other shadow which had an accent belying English origins (yet had a faint unmistakeable hint of German), who was hiding and looking affectionately towards the Aurora Borealis (The Northern Lights). The shadows were of male bodies, and had been travelling across the world as a journey with no actual purpose, and now they were in Alaska, an almost forgotten part of the world.
'Sure as anything Klaus.' said the shadow known as Darque. 'After all, this is the town where the legendary Balto hangs around.'
'I know, I can't wait to meet him!' yelped Klaus, as cheerful as a puppy with a ball. 'That is, if he's not busy or anything. But then, that won't matter 'cause I'm seeing him whether he'll like it or not.' The shadow looked around the corner as well. 'Shit, it's getting cold right now, we better find a place quickly.' So they came out of the shadows and their forms were revealed in the light of the cabin lamps.
The shadow known as Darque (full name Darque Paws) was a Rottweiler, while the shadow known as Klaus was a Doberman. They stood against the light, Their shadows now back onto the ground, plain to see. The wind pushed and flowed from behind them, as if urging them to go into Nome. They walked further into the town.
Sylvie was lying on her back, staring at nothing more than the wood and the miniature splinters within. She hoped boredom came mercifully to make her sleep. Then, her ears picked up a crunching noise, the sound of feet on snow. Probably a human couple, but then her nose picked up an unusual smell. Not a human smell at all. The wind which blew into the town brought a smell of canines. It wasn't Balto, his scent had a cold spicey tone to it, and Jenna had the same scent only warmer. Her suspicions were soon answered when an unknown voice said:
'Hey Darque, this hole looks good enough.' She looked at the black pawpads that appeared outside her hut. No dog in town had those kind of paws, or that kind of smell. Sylvie's hackles rose in fear, trying to look angry but yet hiding her fears as well. Should be a good enough deterrent to strangers.
A dog's head popped under the cabin. The head had a blunt snout with a triangular black nose. The eyes were both fiercely yellow and told of the nature of the newcomer. A nature, that she saw before. Steele had those kind of eyes before, didn't he? The ears were small, black and pointed, like horns.
'Hello.' said the head in a charming yet hintingly wicked manner, as revealed by the smiling fangs. 'Sorry to disturb you but me and my pal here are looking for a place to spend the night. Can we stay here?' He had manners, granted, but her distrust still lay in her mind.
'Someone there Klaus?' said another voice, which Sylvie knew was American. Another set of pawpads, black as well, appeared. Another head appeared. It was like Klaus's head except that it had more sharper pointed features.
'Oh damn, already occupied, huh?' said the second head. Sylvie was wary of strangers but there was something about these two that she liked. Something. . . .warm about one of them (the American dog), the other she wasn't sure about. The Doberman. He looked suspicious.
'You got nowhere else to stay?' she asked them. They both shook their heads. Sylvie had decided that if she wasn't going to sleep tonight, then maybe some company would be needed. 'Okay, you can stay here, as long as you don't cause any trouble.'
'Thanks.' said both dogs, and they scrambled half-hurriedly under the cabin. There was enough room to stand up so it wasn't uncomfortable. They all settled down and made their introductions.
'Name's Klaus, by the way.' She traced the hint of German in his voice.
'I'm Darque, Darque Paws.'
'Name's Sylvie.' She wanted to ask one thing about them. 'What type of dogs are ya then?'
'I'm a Doberman, and he's a Rottweiler.'
'Rottweiler, eh?' Sylvie seemed to start liking the Rottweiler, even though she saw no difference between the two, except for sharper features and different accents. But this Darque guy, why was he interesting to her? And why was the Doberman giving her raised hairs at the back of her neck whenever she saw his eyes?
'So Sylvie,' began Darque, 'anything to do in this town?'
'No, not much. This place is pretty quiet and boring.' Another question came to her mind. 'Why are you two here?'
'Well, we wanted to meet Balto.' said Klaus. 'You know, the hero himself. We heard a lot about him, and we kinda wanted to meet him. We were travelling anyway.' Sylvie snorted in contempt. Not another Balto fan, she thought.
'What's up?' asked Darque, noticing Sylvie's non-approval.
'Nothin',' she muttered, just getting tired of hearing "Balto this" and "Balto that". God, I just wanna go through one day without hearing one word of that dogwolf, wolfdog, or whatever!' The two male dogs were silent for a while. She was real distressed, and underestimated. They could tell.
'Ooohhh, she's jealous.' said Klaus. 'Okay, we won't mention the wolfdog then, since you took us in for the night.'
'Thanks.' muttered Sylvie, her heart lifting at the kindness of these two strangers.
'Besides,' replied Darque, brightening his smile, 'we already got a famous guy, right here.' he nodded towards Klaus, indicating the Doberman.
'He's famous?' asked Sylvie.
'Yeah, sure he is.' replied Darque, determined not to see this female dog get depressed. 'Back in his home, he had the biggest record of most dogs ever fucked.' Sylvie had only heard of this once, as a small reference, but it sounded impressive.
'Wow, really Klaus?' she asked, with sudden admiration.
'Well, I can't not take all the credit for it.' said the Doberman in a somewhat fake modesty, determined not to lose his attitude for a second. 'It was a struggle but I eventually got .'
'You meant dogs?' asked Sylvie.
'Klaus is bisexual.' muttered Darque.
'Oh yeah.' replied Klaus with a chuckle. 'I am ready anytime for both males and females as company.'
'Reallly?' said Sylvie, getting an idea in her head, and developing a conspiratorial look. Darque noticed this.
'What's the look for, Sylvie?'
'Well, sometimes when a bitch is down on her luck, she gotta get a job, or start a business.' She looked at both the male dogs. 'That's why, as of now, I'm charging ya.'
'What???' exclaimed Klaus. 'Charging us what? We ain't payin' nothin', you bitch!'
'For staying the night, female's gotta make a living somehow.'
'But how can we pay you?' said Darque, in a sudden fluster, but keeping his face and voice cool. 'We're dogs, we don't use money!'
'Who said you needed to pay money?' said Sylvie, lowering her voice. 'There are other methods of payment.' She got up, and walked with her tail wagging slowly yet suggestively, like a beckoning hand urging to come closer. 'When you said I was jealous,' continued Sylvie, 'you were right. I wanted to be with that Balto, I wanted to be his mate, I wanted him to fuck me as his mate. But no, he goes with that bitch Jenna, and I'm stuck here, with only myself.' She turned around and looked at them both. 'But now that we have a hero, and an equally sexy friend,' she looked at Darque the Rottweiler as she said that, 'so you're good enough to mate with me. Both of ya.' Klaus and Darque stared at each other in silence but with grins on their snouts. An opportunity of mating, in Alaska of all places! They couldn't really refuse that, especially not Darque, who found Sylvie to be incredibly sexy.
'So we pay you in sex, and we stay for the night?' asked Darque, just to make sure he heard it right.
'Uh huh.' said Sylvie. 'And I meant both of ya, no IOUs or any of that crap. Both of ya do it with me, and you stay.' Again the male dogs looked at each other. They didn't really have any reason to refuse, and they would be crazy not to turn down a chance like this. Anyone would be crazy not to.
'Okay, we'll fuck ya.' said Klaus, smiling with pleasure at what would come. 'But remember, I have a record still upholding, so don't screw it up.'
'Yeah, I'm in as well.' said Darque, equally smiling.
'Okay then.' said Sylvie, satisfied by her proposal. 'Let's do this. I want to suck Klaus and you, Darque, can have a feel of me on the inside.' They both knew what that meant. Klaus went around to the front of Sylvie, and Darque went to her rear. They could smell her hormones, tingling with sexual anticipation. She was definitely ready. Darque got horny off of her scent, as he began to lick her anus and her vagina (savouring the taste of her sex juice) while Klaus started to rub himself.
'Let me help you, record-breaker.' said Sylvie as she started to lick the Doberman's black balls, making Klaus moan a bit in ecstasy.
'Do you want it up the ass, or up your cunt, Madame Sylvie?' asked Darque.
'Surprise me.' she merely replied. So he did surprise her. He mounted her, and began to slide his 8-inch thick pulsing red Rottweiler cock into her ass. A gasp emitted from Sylvie's mouth, but eventually the pain started to dull and she resumed licking Klaus's ballsacks. Klaus was now full erect, all 11 ½ inches of him.
'Very nice.' Sylvie muttered. 'Now hump my mouth like mad, Klaus.' Klaus did so willingly as he mounted her face, front legs over her shoulders, and push his slick red throbbing Doberman cock into her mouth. The salty taste was dry and yet had bitter sweetness to it. She wrapped her tongue around it and sucked greedily. All three dogs began to moan in unison, united by ecstasy.
'You like me, bitch?' muttered Klaus. 'You better, cause it's what you're gonna like either way.'
Klaus turned his head from looking downwards and up at the Rottweiler. He and Darque looked at each other, their noses nearly touching on top of Sylvie's sex-filled body. Klaus's oral pleasure was making his dick grow into a knot in the female's muzzle. Darque's anal pleasure was having the same effect, except it hurt more.
Without warning, Klaus pushed his snout closer to Darque and kissed him harshly, holding his mouth close to the Rottweiler. Darque's eyes widened in surprise but nothing was going to stop him in his constant fucking of Sylvie's ass. He merely closed his eyes, allowing his Doberman friend to push his tongue inside his mouth.
Eventually, Darque came first, the tightness of the bitch's ass pleasuring his cock into a huge knot, and he spurted. Klaus came soon afterwards, blasting his seed into Sylvie's mouth, which she swallowed hungrily. Klaus and Darque still had their tongues entwined in a heat-of-the-moment kiss.
'That was. . .Amazing.' replied Sylvie.
'It better be.' replied Klaus, breaking his kiss and dismounting Sylvie. He extracted his cock from her mouth. 'At least, my big puppy thinks so.' His penis (his "big puppy") had swollen into a knot so huge. Two lumps were at the base, and the dick had changed from red, to a greyish-white, revealing all the intricate veins that so pumped blood through his cock.
'It was great,' said Darque, 'even though my dick hurts like hell, being buried hilt up in your ass.'
'Up in your ass, huh?' muttered Klaus, and now it was his turn to smile in a secret way. He whispered something to Sylvie and she moved her head around, hoping to catch what would happen.
Klaus went up to his travelling companion, and said:
'Well, you look as if you're stuck tight in there Darque. Can't pull you out for a while yet.' He sniggered in a creepy way and Darque got a little worried.
'What is this, Winnie-The-fucking-Pooh?!?' he exclaimed angrily, the pain in his cock was throbbing through his entire body. 'What can ya do?'
'I can make some of the. . . .pain. . . .go away.' said Klaus. 'I think you would like that, right?'
'Sure, that would help, but. . . .Hey, what the-' Klaus began to lick Sylvie's cunt, then flick his tongue around the tight puckered ring of her anus, licking the small unburied part of Darque's cock and his balls as well.
'Klaus, please don't.' muttered the Rottweiler. 'I'm not gay-'
'I know that. But now would be a good time to prepare you, what with the company I usually keep.' The company being horny male dogs, which was partly the reason for going to Alaska. Huskies were quite sexy. 'You're gonna learn on being gay, one way or the other.'
'Are you gonna. . . .fuck me?' whispered Darque raggedly. Klaus nodded.
'I've humped and, on a rare occasion, being humped by many dogs before, like those two in New York, what where their names, Ros-something and Deso-I don't know.' He shook his head and looked back at Darque, still mounted on Sylvie. 'The point is, I know how to do this, you better know that, and I am going to give you a lot of pleasure, dear Darque.' The Rottweiler nodded, somewhat fearfully.
'Okay, but be gentle, Klaus. My ass is virgin after all.' The Doberman walked to the back and saw his friend's puckered ass, tight and restricting. He began to lick it slowly, savouring the moment. Darque started to like the feeling of being rimmed. Females had done it to him before, so he liked it. After rimming, Klaus asked:
'Ready, Darque, little bitch?'
'Yeah, uh, ready Klaus. I trust ya, pal.' Klaus straddled onto his friend with a smile on his face, putting more weight onto Sylvie and pushed his stiff, knotted penis into the virgin tailhole. Darque gasped and strongly suppressed his urge to howl in pain. Klaus suppressed to start humping like a rabbit on steroids, and simply pushed bit by throbbing bit of his dick into the tight ass. Darque started to allow his ass to loosen up to the bodily invader, and he started to try liking it.
'Enjoying it?' Klaus asked.
'Sort of, but still hurts.' replied Darque truthfully.
'Well, at least you know how Sylvie feels anyway. Now, you're a bitch, so act like one.' Klaus sniggered. Sylvie, from what she could see, got horny again, as her flowing vagina told, now wet with her sex juice again. Darque smelt this and got horny again. Now he started to enjoy this. The smell of a sexually excited female made him start to hump again, which gave him pain, but at least Klaus enjoyed this humping against his humping. He pushed in when Darque pulled out, causing a great elicitation of pleasure.
'Oh Darque,' Klaus muttered, 'You're so willing and open-minded as well. And also. . . .open-ended.' He chuckled at his joke.
'Klaus, you didn't let me even speak a full sentence.' They both chuckled, one gaspingly, the other harshly, and they both started grunting again. The rigidness of the cock in his ass gave Darque more pleasure, but only because he was horny. The thick shaft pulsing within the Rottweiler's butt gave Klaus such a powerful feeling. He loved taking dogs like this. It made him feel. . . .strong, confident, proud. Even if it caused a little pain to his bitches on the way, for either gender.
Eventually Klaus reached his climax and came within Darque. Darque had to howl at that point, as he came into Sylvie a second time, and getting fucked by a Doberman at the same time. He probably woke some people in the town, but they didn't care. The three canines were all, for lack of a better phrase, dog tired. They decided to lie down, Klaus moving first, then Darque, then Sylvie.
'You guys are one of a kind.' said Sylvie.
'Damn right.' said Darque, proud of the sex he got, even though half of it was up his ass for the first time. He's not gonna do that again.
'How was it then, bitch?' Klaus asked his friend.
'Okay, I guess,' muttered the Rottweiler, 'but I prefer sex with a female anyday.' They all laughed and decided to lie down.
'I think sleep is the best thing now, right guys?' Sylvie said.
But they were careful not to do sudden movements that would cause any pain. They all lay down, Klaus's paws on Darque's back, Darque's paws on Sylvie's back, and Sylvie resting at the front.
That was the best night of sex I ever had, though Sylvie. A cocky, sexy Doberman, and a sexy Rottweiler. Jenna can keep Balto, she thought, I've got two dogs that are each worth two Baltos, and maybe two Steeles as well.
What a night this is, thought Darque, I get a bitch up the ass, then my friend takes me by the ass. I gotta get a hobby, he thought.
This is great, thought Klaus, I fuck a bitch's mouth, then my Rottweiler bitch's ass. Damn, I'm good, he thought. I may not have gotten the chance to meet Balto, hero of Nome, Alaska, but I've got a better reward. And Steele's got nothing on me!
The dogs finally slept, Sylvie especially as she was wanting to do that all night. The Northern Lights shone over the snow-covered lands. They were now a blanket, covering the inhabitants into their beds, and even being a blanket for those with no beds, like the three dogs, under the cabin.