Something He Will Never Forget 2
You know the old saying "Nothing can be as good as the original"? Well me and HolidayPup through a couple weeks of planning and discussion, a little pencil and keyboard action, and an all nighter have hopefully blown that right out of the water! Hope you enjoy, feedback is welcomed and appreciated! Enjoy SHWNF 2!
(Didn't catch the first one? https://www.sofurry.com/view/416990)
Something He Will Never Forget 2
Warning: The following contains M/M sexual activity, if you're not interested or of the legal age (depicted by your state/country) I shall not be held responsible for your actions if you continue.
"Vhat are ju doing, trying to make yourself sick or something, is all this hero stuff going to that head of yours already?!" a heavy Russian voice called out from the old abandoned trawler on the coastline near the small town of Nome Alaska.
Balto looked back with a chuckle as he heard the voice knowing already it belonged to his goose of a father Boris. Who could blame him for his concern though, with Balto knee deep in freezing cold water of the Alaskan winter coating his entire fur coat from his bath.
He had broken a spot in the thin ice near the shore and taken a long bath in the early morning light as the sun began to show its face again on a brand new day. A day that without a doubt would be one of great relief, the once Diphtheria stricken children of the town that was virtually on top of the world, now ready to rest and recover.
The greatest part about all of this was the so called "mangy stray" or "that stray dog" known as Balto had ended up facing the odds in a brilliant show of courage to save them. He had even faced his long time arch rival Steele and did what was right, not for glory or fame, but for Jenna and Rosie. Last night had been incredible, not only did he get to see Rosie and Jenna, but he also had experienced something he will never forget. Sex with Steele.
Balto hadn't even thought of himself once to be enjoying the company of another male, much less that of the dog who was out to make his life a living nightmare from day one! However, Steele had admitted his wrongs to Balto and wanted to make amends, and boy did he ever.
"Earth to hero, are ju listening?" Boris asked as he waddled down the gangplank of the ship to the snow covered coastline below, covered with a fresh layer of powder from the blizzard that almost sealed not only the town's but the team's fate as well with its white out conditions.
"Geez Boris, relax I just wanted a bath" Balto responded hopping out of the hole in the ice onto the land and shaking his fur, ridding himself of the icy water.
"Woah, woah, woah! Take it easy there Fido!" Boris exclaimed, raising his wings to try and shield himself from the barrage of chilly water droplets.
"Sorry Boris" Balto said, unable to retain a slight chuckle at the glare he was getting from the goose wiping a bit of water from his beak.
"So hero, what are the plans ju have for today?" Boris asked.
"Oh... will ya stop calling me that? I just did what any dog would've done in the same situation" Balto said with a roll of his eyes, beginning to lick spots of his fur down in places where it was sticking up, if he was going to see Jenna he needed to be looking proper! Or at least as proper as a wolf dog stray could. Not to mention he also took the opportunity to sniff his fur to see how well his extensive bath had worked at removing the scent of the brawny malamute from his coat. It worked surprisingly well.
"What, ju're practically famous now! Ju're the biggest thing to happen to this town since... actually ju're one of the only things to happen to it" Boris stated with a slight chuckle afterwards looking off towards Nome.
Balto sort of sighed and followed Boris' gaze as he looked off to the buildings in the distance, windows and snow gleaming with the arrival of the morning sunlight. He thought back to what all had happened to him, and what would come of him... would he still be considered an outcast? What about Jenna? Could they still be together? All these questions, no answers... and Jenna her beautiful red coat, her kind disposition that beautiful smile and amazing body... headed right for him!
Balto shook his head, blinking and indeed saw the dog in question trotting herself towards the trawler, a smile plastered on her muzzle. She noticed Balto and Boris off to the side and increased her pace with a wag of her tail looking to eager to see them... well mostly Balto.
"Oh Casanova, jur girlfriend is headed this way" Boris exclaimed as he raised his eyebrows with a smirk.
"How do I look?" Balto asked frantically as he rushed over to a small hole in the sand the tide had filled and the freezing cold temperatures turned to a reflective sheet of slippery ice. What he was met with was his own face and his vivid amber eyes staring back at him, the patch of fur on his head was sticking straight up. He quickly patted it down with a paw and looked down at his now flat furred head and smiled, lifting his gaze from the ice. As he did so the fur sprung right back up to its original uncooperative position.
"Looking good boychick" Boris said, turning away to hide the slight crack up the fur gave him.
"Great!" Balto said as he looked over, seeing the red furred beauty crest a snow bank and walk over to him.
"Hello Balto!" Jenna exclaimed, moving up to greet him with a nuzzle.
"Hey there Jenna" he responded with his eyes shut and a smile, sort of in a dreamlike state having the dog he'd admired for so long right here with him.
"Ju're looking beautiful this morning Jenna!" Boris exclaimed walking over to her.
"Thanks Boris!" she stated, just so happy she ended up hugging the skinny neck of the snow goose a greeting with her paws.
"Don't hurt the goose huh?" Boris asked as he escaped from her surprisingly strong grip, rubbing the back of his neck with a wing.
"Sorry" Jenna giggled looking back to Balto with a big grin.
"Ju two kids have fun, I have some things to attend to" he said waddling off to the gangplank and walking up to it.
"Uncle Boris!" could be heard at the top of the boat out of sight, followed by a series of Luk's attempts at words with Boris' muffled ones, signifying a hug.
"Aye yaye yaye..." Boris stated, causing both canines to laugh on the shore below.
"So what brings you to my humble a-boat?" Balto asked with a grin.
"I just wanted to see you and tell you how Rosie was doing!" Jenna said after a laugh at Balto's pun.
"Is she feeling better?" Balto asked with his ears perking up at the thought of the little girl.
"Oh much, the doctor said she will get stronger by the day, in fact we're taking a vacation to California with some relatives to get away from the cold and the stress for a bit and help her recover" Jenna stated.
"Wa-Wait... you're leaving?" Balto asked with his eyes slowly widening and his happy look fading.
"Oh Balto, only for a little while" Jenna responded.
"How long's a while?" Balto questioned, thumping his tail on the snow behind his furry rear.
"Not that long... a month" Jenna said closing on of her eyes, awaiting Balto's reaction.
"A MONTH?! That's like... 7 months in dog years!" Balto whined out, looking down to the ground slightly.
"Balto, it's for Rosie's sake, I can't exactly stay here ya know, she needs me" she said, bumping his chin up into a nuzzle.
"I suppose... but what do I do until then?" he asked.
"Go into town, you're the talk of the day! Come on, I'll show ya!" she exclaimed excitedly, walking off towards the town, Balto following a few moments after.
Boris looked off the bow of the boat with a smile as he watched the once shy and sad wolf dog "son" of his walk off happily with the dog of his dreams. He was nailed in the back of the head with a snow ball, and sat there drumming his wing tips across the rail, looking back to the pair of polar bears giggling behind him.
Jenna stepped out onto the street of Nome, looking behind her not seeing Balto. She could see him sticking back further in the alley that they had entered.
"Balto come on!" she chuckled back to him.
"But what if someone sees me?" he called back, walking slowly to the entrance where Jenna stood.
"That's kind of the point!" she laughed.
Balto was about to respond before a little boy and his parents passed by the alley as Balto stepped out to the entrance to meet with Jenna. Balto was about to retreat in fear for his wellbeing, used to having garbage thrown at him or snow kicked at him as well as a few bad words. This time however, the little boy stopped, bending over slightly but having sort of a hard time with the amount of clothing his parents had put him into to keep him warm since he was just over Diphtheria.
"Hey its Balto! Here boy!" the boy called out to the hybrid.
Balto looked to the boy, then to Jenna who motioned him with her head to go on. Balto cautiously went up to the small child, he was greeted with a few strokes to the top of his head. Balto smiled a little until the boy's father stepped up to him, causing the wolf dog to back away slightly. That was, until the boy's father bent down to him and stroked him a few times with a very thankful look to his eyes.
"Thanks for saving Richard, we can never thank you enough..." he whispered to Balto. He patted Balto's head once more and stepped away, leading Richard away with his mother who started preaching to them with Richard's condition they can't make too many pit stops.
Balto was just sort of staring wide eyed after the humans, them being the first ones to ever not try to hurt him or look disgusted or angered at his presence. Jenna walked up beside him with a wide, triumphant smile and bumped her shoulder into his, Balto being so shocked still the bump tipped him over onto his back. Jenna walked up above him, looking down at his still slightly astonished face.
"Told ya!" she giggled and licked his cheek.
"Jenna!" could be heard with a shout coming from around the corner.
Balto and Jenna looked around and saw Rosie all bundled up resting on some blankets laying on her small sleigh. Beside her were here parents with a team of local dogs, Balto had remembered seeing some of them around in the boiler room when he would listen to the news around town from a perch on the window to help heat ventilate out. Also he saw Starr, sort of tangled up in the point dog position of the sled, right behind the lead dog. He was tripping over his feet in the harness he was in.
"Jenna... and Balto! See dad I told you he was a great dog and he liked Jenna!" Rosie exclaimed with a grin a mile wide peeking out of the hood of her coat.
"Well, I'll be darned... come here boy" her father said to Balto, kneeling slightly.
Balto thinking this would be a perfect time to get some gravy points by being nice and perhaps get a spot with Jenna, came up wagging his tail like he'd seen done by a lot of dogs in town. Her father patted his head, looking down at him with a soft smile.
"You saved my little girl... and dozens of others... you're welcome in our shed anytime its really cold" he stated, standing back up.
As Balto and Jenna went over to Rosie who greeted them with head pats and ear scratches, her father checked his pocket watch.
"We need to get going if we're going to catch the train in Talkeetna" her dad said, taking a position on the back of the big sleigh. Her mom took a spot on Rosie's sleigh, hooking Jenna up to the sled.
"Mom can Balto come with us?" Rosie asked looking up to her mother.
"No honey, Mr. Cook needs him" she said with a smile, to a slightly sad Rosie.
Who the heck was "Mr. Cook" and why did he want Balto? Balto was a tad confused as Jenna licked him goodbye, he returned it.
"Be careful Jenna" Balto smiled.
"I will, and good luck!" she said with a grin.
Good luck with what?
"Mush!" they rang out, and with a goodbye from all the sled members, they both left, headed east.
Balto watched them leave slowly out of town, watching as a few residents waved goodbye to them. Balto then realized he was sitting in the middle of the street, was this ok? People were kind of just passing by on the sides of the street and boardwalks outside of the shop. They weren't coming closer, which was understandable, but still they weren't offended by his presence either! Maybe this hero thing wasn't half bad, even if he despised the term since it made him seem so special, when all he did was what any dog would've done.
With that, he went off to explore the sights and sounds of Nome better than ever before.
About fifty pats on the head, a couple scraps from the butcher, and a ton of praise later, Balto found himself at the boiler room. He sort of stopped, looking at the door nearly closed to, keeping the warm air sealed inside the confines of the room. Just because the humans welcomed him a bit more than before, what about all of the dogs that went out of their way to keep him out of the town.
He thought about for a bit before he heard paw steps coming from around the building, he had nowhere to hide! Of course, Steele was the biggest problem and Balto had made all well with the brawny malamute. Surely anyone it was wouldn't be too mad at him for being in town... the town he did save after all.
To his relief, it was none other than Kaltag who appeared from around the corner. He saw him and his eyes sort of lit up.
"Balto! I've been looking all over for you!" he stated with a smile as he walked over, joining the hybrid by the door.
"Me? Why were you looking for me?" Balto asked tilting his head slightly.
"Hang on, hey Nikki, Bruno I found him!" he said in the door when he poked his head inside.
Pretty soon a light grey husky followed by the portly dark brown Chow Chow, Nikki appeared from the room. Balto recognized Bruno as the dog who was closest to the sled on the serum run, meaning he was one of the stronger members of the team, meant to pull a big bulk of the sled on the trip.
"Hey Balto, how yous doin'?" Nikki asked.
"Well, I'm doing pretty well actually, a lot has been happening lately" Balto said with a chuckle.
"If you thought whatever has happened so far, just wait until you hear the news" Bruno said, a strong Alaskan accent to him.
"What is all this big news everyone has been talking about?" Balto questioned looking between the three dogs.
"Balto it's the most amazing, the most excellent, the most sensational!" Kaltag stuttered out.
"Just follow us" Nikki said cutting the tan Chinook off.
The three dogs turned towards the center of town, with Balto close behind, chatting idly about the medicine run and how "easily" the avalanche and collapsing land bridges were handled. Balto just smiled and listened to them, perhaps his effort was the biggest thing to happen to town just like Boris had said. He was glad to see everyone so happy, including himself. The dogs seemed to bond with him both during the run and now after, he wasn't scurrying through the alleys in an attempt to stay secluded and safe from hateful glances.
As they neared the hospital, two men appeared through the open door, one of them, the doctor Balto recognized from last night looking absolutely exhausted from the long, excruciating disease process. He was talking with the musher from last night, he looked a lot better and had a bandage wrapped around his head. Balto looked behind him, noticing the three dogs had stopped at the hospital door, looking at the musher and doctor, motioning him to stop too.
"Be careful, make sure to come back in a week for a checkup. Take two of these with food at night Mr. Cook" the doctor told him.
That's who Mr. Cook was! The musher!
Mr. Cook nodded, looking like the typical "I know what to do doc..." attitude a lot of people had at the doctor's office. His gaze landed on his team members, causing a smile to appear on his face, that was until his gaze landed on Balto. His smile faded and he lifted a finger and pointed at Balto, causing the wolf dog to squirm slightly under his gaze.
"Is it true Balto lead me home last night?" he asked the doctor.
"Yes, he was at the lead when you were unconscious last night" the doctor affirmed.
"And... no one's seen what happened to Steele?" he asked again.
"I haven't seen him, he wasn't with the team, and no one I've talked to has seen him John" he assured, bidding John a farewell and went back inside to finish up with the last of the Diphtheria patients.
John approached Balto slowly and examined him up and down.
"I don't know how you saved me and the children, but you did, and also my team. You saved a lot of lives, how you got into that harness, and why it was unoccupied is beyond me. But I am in a need of a lead dog it seems" he pondered while stroking his beard with his fingers.
"W-wait... he doesn't mean?" Balto looked back to the trio behind him, he was greeted with smiles and nods of approval.
"I want to give you a shot Balto, your time in the medicine time trial was spectacular, and no matter all of the bad things I've heard you haven't really done anything too bad. But, you need training and I need to be sure you won't turn on me" he stated.
"Yeah he wants to give you a chance Balto! We need a new leader especially after... you know who" Bruno exclaimed.
"He's the most vile, the most repulsive, the most despicable, the most egotistical!" Kaltag sputtered out.
"He's a joik (jerk) plain and simple" Nikki stated.
"He was just misguided I think..." Balto said.
'Come on fellas, and Balto... we got some work to do!" John interrupted. As far as they knew Steele had flown the coop with his tail tucked away. Balto knew just what happened though, and it definitely will be something he will never forget.
John had led the quartet of dogs to his home near the outer edges of Nome, in his backyard were quite a few doghouses and sleds he used for races were sitting near the gate. Balto looked over to his porch and saw a light brown and black and white husky napping on it, recognizing the two from the rear positions from the rear. Their ears perked up as they heard the approach of their musher and fellow teammates. They smiled when they saw Balto after they yawned and stretched, joining the four.
"You stay here, I'll be right back" John stated to the dogs, heading off into his backyard unlatching the nearly frozen gate latch with a couple of firm bangs to it with a rock.
"Balto this is gonna be great! With you on our team we can dominate the competition, probably even better than we ever did with Steele!" Kaltag exclaimed.
"Yeah, with yous leading the way we'll be a force to be reckoned with!" Nikki stated.
"What kinds of things am I going to have to do guys?" Balto asked, having been looking towards the gate, butterflies in his stomach with the nervousness of the prospect of trying to impress John to earn a spot on the team.
"Probably learn a few of the terms we use and learn to listen to John, it's a whole different world when you have a musher calling the shots" Bruno stated.
John reappeared from around the corner with a few logs from his wood pile in his backyard stacked up in his arms, using his booted foot to swing the gate closed behind him. He placed the wood in different spots around the front of the house, looking like they almost made a path. After placing the last of the logs and dusting his hands together to rid the snow from his gloves, he whistled.
"Balto, come" he said, seeing if the wolf dog at least knew a few basic commands.
"Go over and stand in front of him" Kaltag said.
Balto nodded and trotted over to in front of John, who looked pretty astonished considering the fact the frowned upon hybrid of the town had such a friendly demeanor and knew what "come" meant.
"Alright, its time you learned what directions I'm going be using while guiding the team" John said.
Balto gulped, hopefully this wouldn't be too hard to remember, only the team he was going to be joining had been trained since near puppyhood and had quite a few years of racing under their collar and now Balto was going to be thrown right in the fire so to speak with no real experience, nothing to be nervous about right?
"Alright, hmm Kaltag! C'mere boy!" John shouted over to the Chinook who quickly trotted over to the pair.
"Line up!" he stated and Kaltag moved over in front of the first piece of wood, as Balto looked ahead of him he noticed the wood seemed to be in a line about five feet seperating each piece of timber.
"Hike!" he said and Kaltag began moving, Balto noticed that "mush" must not have been the only term for go... "hike" means go.
"Gee!" John stated as Kaltag approached the first piece, and Kaltag turned to the right of the wood and went around it.
"Haw!" John said as Kaltag neared the second piece and he went left of the wood this time and went around it.
John kept alternating until Kaltag reached the last of the wood, Balto recalled what had been said, "Gee" right, "Haw" left.
"Whoa!" John shouted causing Kaltag to slow to a stop.
"Alright Balto, now your turn" John exclaimed pointing the wolf dog over to the starting position, Balto to be safe went over to Kaltag's exact paw prints at the beginning and stood in them.
John took a deep breath, Balto seemed like an incredibly smart dog. Not only did he get the team through an atrocious blizzard with no musher but he also knew where to start and how to come just by watching. Just that wolf in him, that one fact that had caused the poor hybrid to be isolated and hated most of his life still made John a tad nervous.
"Hike" John said, seeing if Balto would even react to it.
Balto took a deep breath of his own and began trotting at around the same pace he had seen Kaltag use towards the first piece of wood.
"Haw!" John stated, eyes wide from Balto's motions, right on queue... surely though he couldn't get this.
Balto remembered "Haw" meant left and indeed turned that way around the wood and continued on down the line, perfectly following John's actions all the way down to a wagging Kaltag.
"Balto that was the greatest, the smartest, the best!" Kaltag staggered out.
"Good job Balto!" John said, walking over and giving a piece of Jerky to each of the dogs for a job well done.
The rest of the day was long and a lot to take in, Balto ran the logs a few more times and he was instructed to run and crawl and do all kinds of weird things. It seemed all, rather easy to memorize, a ton of information to retain.
Finally as the day was nearing an end and the sun was low in the sky casting a brilliant orange glow upon the snow covered round beneath it, John went and retrieved harnesses and the sled from the house.
"Let's see just how this works out" he thought aloud to himself as he clicked and locked everything into place.
He called the dogs over and hooked their collars up to the sled, only this time with no need for a seventh dog to reduce the weight, he chose a smaller sled and chose Kaltag to be the point dog sitting right behind the lead dog position, Nikki behind him, the two huskies Balto had met earlier Cliff and Rocko, with Bruno in the back right in front of the sled.
He held the lead harness up with his hand looking back to Balto, who slowly approached and sticking his head and paw through the loops stepped into it. He looked down at it, something about it now seemed different, it seemed loose and heavy, it didn't really feel right. John double checked everything and when satisfied moved to the back and put both of his boots on the runners of the sled, securing his hat and grabbing onto the handle.
"Mush!"
Balto looked back and with nods of affirmation greeting him from his teammates, he sprang forward with the rest of the dogs following in stride began on a slow run down the side of the house. As they approached the end of the fence that marked John's backyard, John thought it would be a good time to test Balto. Everyone would think they would do a lap around the house right, turning left and going around. But no... instead...
"Gee!" John shouted the command to go away from the fence.
Balto heard the command, but suddenly his mind went blank and his heart began to race. He just learned this! Why did it all feel so different now, nothing felt right or comfortable and he tried to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat. "Gee" meant left... didn't it? It had to, surely they would be doing a simple lap around the house! Balto turned the team left, but the dogs behind him were already trying to turn right.
The situation quickly became bad, as Balto lost his footing from the team pulling the other way from him and fell onto the cold, unforgiving ground beneath him. Kaltag, then Nikki, followed by the other three dogs all collapsed into a huge dogpile on top of Balto.
"Whoa! Balto Gee means right!" John shouted as he rushed forward to sort out the mass of sled dog.
"Balto what the heck was that?!" Nikki exclaimed.
"Yeah, that's not lead dog material at all!" Bruno exclaimed.
"Steele could have done that with a paw tied behind his back!" the light brown husky known as Cliff stated.
"C'mon guys, it's his first time actually on the sled with a musher, we all didn't get it the first time" Kaltag stated as John helped him get off Balto.
"Sorry everybody, just a little tired and nervous I guess..." Balto said, rising to his feet and shaking the snow out of his fur.
"Let's try it again fellas!" John stated walking towards the back of the sled.
Around twenty minutes later, the team were picking themselves up from another pile up from Balto's mistake, his fourth one. Everyone seemed really angry with Balto, including himself. How could he have forgotten this and screwed up so badly?
"Alright... maybe you aren't exactly sled dog material" John said with a sigh as he unharnessed everyone from the sled and began to push it back towards the gate, opening it when he reached it.
"That's all for today fellas" he called back, heading inside rubbing his temples, his head injury along with the stress from four straight pile ups had given him a massive headache.
"What a joke that was, way to go Balto" Cliff said with venom coating his words as he walked off towards the open gate.
"Yeah Balto, yous a horrible lead dog with John" Nikki said, waddling after them with his portly walk.
Balto sighed, turning away from the only dog left in his presence, Kaltag.
"Wow, I guess I'm not really meant to be a sled dog" Balto said after a long sad sigh, lowering his head and closing his eyes feeling utterly awful for screwing what he had dreamed of since puppyhood in a mere half hour.
"Balto, I don't get it, you did so well with everything before that, what was different? That's not the hero's attitude who faced up to a brute twice his size a few days ago..." Kaltag stated, moving over beside Balto looking at him sympathetically.
"Kaltag, everything seemed rather easy to get, and the commands aren't hard, but when I got in the harness, everything went blank. I was nervous and uncomfortable..." Balto replied.
"It is hard, but it's just your first day, I think you should try again tomorrow! It would be the most determined, the most committed the!"
"I don't think so Kal... maybe you guys need a proper lead dog and not just some scrawny half breed" Balto said, taking off towards the town in a sprint to make sure Kaltag didn't see the tear that had escaped his eye.
As badly as Kaltag wanted to, he knew he couldn't catch Balto, he was much faster than any dog he had ever seen before. He still felt bad as he heard his name called from the back accompanied by some food being placed into bowls, he had to get Balto to reconsider... somehow.
"Balto look, ju're in the paper!" Boris shouted as he stuck the paper in front of the face partially hidden by a tattered but still warm nonetheless blanket Balto was under.
Balto looked up to the picture of him in the lead harness bringing the medicine in with the other dogs, remembering all of the events earlier, he turned away with a sigh.
"What's with ju?" Boris asked putting a wing on Balto's back.
"I screwed up the training today, big time Boris" Balto stated sadly.
"Surely it wasn't that bad" Boris said.
"I caused the team to fall four times in twenty minutes" Balto replied.
"Okay, maybe it was that bad, but ju're strong and diligent!" Boris said.
Balto was about to reply until he heard his name being called from off the side of the boat. He trotted over, his claws clicking on the old wooden deck of the trawler with each step until he reached the side rail and hopped up onto it with his front paws and squinted his eyes in the nearly diminished light from the dim sunset over the bay. He was met with a tan coat of a certain Chinook.
"Kaltag? What are you doing here?" Balto asked curiously, heading down the gangplank to meet him.
"Balto, I know that you can do better than what everyone thinks, I mean what you did with the medicine was the most..." Kaltag started.
"Yeah, I guess I was just super nervous and couldn't handle the pressure Kaltag" he stated, making sure the Chinook couldn't go on a stutter spree.
"Do you want to be a lead dog Balto?" Kaltag asked.
"More than anything, all my life I watched you and Steele and everybody train every day from a distance. I always snuck through the crowd to see the finish of all of the races that came through Nome. I've always wanted to be a sled dog, it's my dream. My dad was a sled dog. I guess I never thought I'd get a chance being a half breed, much less at lead dog position!" Balto stated.
"You know what, I'm gonna help you out Balto. You're the nicest dog I've ever known and not to mention the bravest and fastest! Nome's team could really use you!" Kaltag exclaimed happily.
"Wait, you would help me out?" Balto asked, shocked slightly Kaltag could be such a great friend. Maybe being around Steele caused him to be the way he used to be, perhaps he secretly hated Steele all along but was too scared to show it.
"Yeah! Now, let's work on some things!" Kaltag said, walking out towards the large snow covered field beside the trawler, with Balto right beside him.
Boris watched for a while with a smile from the boat. However eventually he ended up falling asleep on the rail of the ship as he watched Balto listen and watch Kaltag throughout the moonlit night, working on techniques and ways to remember different things. He also talked with Balto and quizzed him throughout on what each term meant or what a certain obstacle on the path meant and how to handle it. This continued until the sun crested the eastern horizon, revealing two worn out dogs with smiles planted on their muzzles.
John was busy reading a book and drinking a nice warm cup of tea in the late afternoon before a scratching noise came at his door. Putting his book down as he rose, he walked over to the door and opened it, not seeing anybody until he looked down and saw Balto and Kaltag sitting on his porch.
"What is this? Wait... you want another chance Balto?" John asked, rubbing his eyes to make sure he wasn't hallucinating from a concussion or anything, having a dog come up and pretty much look like he was asking for a second chance.
Balto barked in return, hoping the human would take that as a yes. John looked back and forth from Kaltag and Balto before he went back inside. He reappeared a few minutes later securing his fur covered coat on, having his boots and musher's hat on.
"Well then let's do this" he said not believing he was doing this, calling the rest of the dogs from around the back.
When the dogs came back around, they looked quite surprised to see Balto standing there with Kaltag and John.
"Balto what are yous doing here?" Nikki asked.
"I wanna give it another shot guys" Balto replied firmly.
"Oh boy! More screw ups?" Bruno taunted.
"Just, trust me this time" Balto stated, looking to Kaltag with a look that said "thank you".
A clicking could be heard as John hooked up the line and harnesses to the sled, calling the dogs over one by one before it was Balto's turn, he trotted over to John and stepped into the harness feeling a bit awkward and uncomfortable again. He stepped out of it and then back in, still unable to get rid of the weird feeling it gave him. John realized something wasn't right, Balto got in the harness before by himself! So he wasn't scared of it.
"Ah!" John said as he leaned down and tugged the harness down, getting a ton of slack. The harness had been for Steele, and the huge malamute easily dwarfed Balto, making the harness too big to fit correctly onto the wolf dog's chest. With a few clips and tightening, the harness soon hugged nice and snug to Balto's chest. It wasn't constricting but it took away the awkward feeling and it made Balto feel a lot better.
He was ready, ready to prove everyone wrong and prove to himself he was ready. Taking a deep breath, Balto steadied himself, looking back to Kaltag who was smiling back at him reassuringly. Now he was ready.
"Hike!"
"Whoa! Good run!" John called out to the team as they pulled back in to the front of his house. A week ago Balto had come back wanting a second chance. He took it and ran with it... quite literally. With Kaltag's help the whole way he was able to run the routes with ease and the practice runs got longer and longer as they readied for their first race in four days. Balto had blossomed into a great lead dog, rivaling Steele in talent and surpassing the malamute in speed and heart.
The panting dogs were unhooked by John and each given their meals including Balto. As an official member of the team he now got to eat with them and got Steele's old doghouse to sleep in. The sealed house provided a great wind break, much better than the hole ridden wood of the wheelhouse in the trawler. Also the food was better than scraps, and Balto enjoyed running. He loved it! John fed all the dogs and headed inside to tend to his own growling stomach.
"The race from Selawik to Nome is a relatively easy one, it takes two days" Bruno said as he ate.
"Yeah, we came in second last year, it was the closest, the most tight knit..." Kaltag started.
"We lost by two hours Kaltag" Nikki blurted out.
"Oh right..." Kaltag replied.
"But this year's a different year!" Balto stated, perking everybody up.
"And if we win, we'll be in the Alaskan Derby next week!" Rocko said excitedly, finishing up his meal.
The Alaskan Derby, the dream of every sled dog there ever was. Balto had heard many things from the boiler room about it, the coveted golden collar, the greatest treasure to any Alaskan canine. Last time Balto had seen it was latched around the neck of Steele, Nome having dominated the race since they had put together the team. This year was a bit different, going in with one less dog but a smaller sleigh, and a brand new lead dog. Balto thought about leading a team in the Derby, it sent a tingle up his spine.
"Get a good rest boys, we're headed to Selawik bright and early!" John called from the back door with half of a piece of bacon in his hand before closing it.
Balto watched all of the dogs say goodnight and was left alone, he took a deep breath, in a few days he would be leading his first ever race, with a team of dogs he had become quite close with over the past week. He walked over to his house, still smelling of Steele and it brought back the memories of that night in the boiler room. He wondered where Steele was and what he was up to. He went in, turning around and plopping down onto the blanket inside, he was fast asleep with sleds and races gracing his dreams all night.
The small town of Selawik Alaska came into view as the team crested a snow bank, three days ago they had left Nome and after a few nights camping and a brisk run they finally reached the sight of the race. The town wasn't much bigger than Nome, and swarming with dogs and people all ready to watch the racers leave. They pulled into the town, parking the sled next to the boiler room with three other sleds and John unhooked all of the dogs, heading off to the lodge to check in for the night.
The dogs on the other hand went and explored the sights of the town, meeting plenty of people, dogs, and having a wonderful time. As nightfall approached and they were fed and watered, John left and headed into the lodge to have a drink and get some sleep. The team walked into the warm boiler room, filled with around thirty other dogs, most with collars around their necks signifying they were all part of the race tomorrow.
"Hey! What's that wild animal doing in here?" a large brown husky growled as he saw Balto walk in.
"Hey buddy back off, he's with us, on our team!" Bruno spat out, standing in between the husky and Balto.
"Isn't it illegal to have a half breed mongrel in the race?" a voice called out from somewhere near the boiler.
"Yeah, why don't you go howl at the moon?" another dog taunted, followed by some laughs from the group.
The team was in shock and angry at the treatment the Balto was receiving, but something occurred to Kaltag, not too long ago this is how they were treating Balto. Balto on the other hand was just sort of silently looking on to the crowd of dogs, picking a near the corner of the room to lie down.
As the night progressed everyone talked, whenever a joke came up it would be directed at Balto, and a few mock howls came up. Kaltag and the team tried to cheer Balto up, but he wasn't in the mood. He wasn't letting this get to him either, he was tired of all of the teasing and he was ready to race. Eventually everyone died down and fell asleep, including Balto and the rest of the team, in the warmth of the boiler keeping them nice and toasty throughout the cold night.
Balto awoke to the shuffling of feet and paws alike as the mushers came in and began to awaken their dogs. John walked in and gathered his team and lead them outside, allowing them to stretch and wake up a bit before giving them a little breakfast to keep their energy up throughout the journey.
Balto was filled with nervous excitement as he stretched and looked around at all of the sights and sounds of his first race. Everyone was bustling about to either gather supplies for the journey or find a decent spot to see the teams off.
The dogs were all hooked up, lined up, and checked by racing officials to ensure nothing was out of order. Balto was looked at curiously by the men as they passed by the team, there was certainly no rule against using hybrids in races, but so few people used wolf dogs due to their instability.
Finally everyone was given the green light and they were all guided to the starting line. Balto looked down to the line on the snow beneath him in front of his feet, the shadow cast by the banner hanging above them with the huge word "START" written on it.
"Attention, attention everybody!" a man called from a crate he was standing on, shushing the crowd as they turned their attention to him.
"Welcome man, woman, child, and dog alike to the Selawik running, the team that wins will qualify for the final spot in the Alaskan Derby!" he shouted, getting a few cheers and claps from the crowd in response.
"Your checkpoint for the night will be Mable Falls, any team who doesn't make the checkpoint by midnight shall be considered disqualified and a search party will be sent out if needed. Now let's all have a clean race and may the best team win!" he shouted, stepping down from his make shift "podium", causing the town to cheer loudly for the start.
Balto looked back to his team and smiled, they all looked ready to run. This was going to be great, win or lose. He lowered himself slightly like Kaltag had instructed and got ready, wiggling his shoulders back and forth slightly, the other three teams doing the same type motion down the line, Balto looking over the lead dogs.
"BAM!"
The starter pistol sang out, and the teams sprang forward, taking off down the middle of the street to the path through the country that would eventually lead them to Nome, the finish. The teams were neck and neck for the first mile with a lot of barking and panting going on as they ran, Balto wanting to go fast, but Kaltag pulled back.
"We don't wanna use all our energy early, save it for day two and go all out the last ten miles" Kaltag said with agreements from the others. Balto sort of slowed to a nice and steady pace, the teams separating slowly until eventually each one was running alone.
Balto took in all of the sights and feel of the thrill of a race, enjoying the endorphin rush and the feel of the cool Alaskan air as it flew by his face, listening to his own paw pads as well as those of his teammates behind him as they ran, making good time.
John was quite impressed by how well the team held out for the first half of the race, seeing the yellow tape tied to a tree marking the halfway point between their checkpoint and the start. The sled trails in front of them seemed a tad on the older side, but Balto and the team stayed the course. John kept the dogs running over the old trails letting the sled glide easily through the already packed snow of the tracks, knowing it was easier on the dogs.
The hours flew by as did the trees and frozen rivers as the team made great time, however the trails they were running over never really seemed to get closer. By the end of the race, the checkpoint in sight, the team could see already two other sleds checked in and camps made by each of them, the day had gotten dimmer and dimmer, the sun just barely hugging the horizon preparing to set. Balto was pretty tired and disheartened as they pulled in and their time was recorded by the time keeper to start the next day.
Slowly but surely John unhooked all of the dogs and made camp over near a large pile of wood laid out for the use of mushers to build a fire, taking a few logs and after a while he had a nice fire going. The team stretched and settled down next to the warmth radiating from the fire, nestling down in the snow to keep warm after their dinners.
Slowly but surely as the night progressed and got darker and colder, it was announced the fourth team had forfeited the race, unable to continue. This made Balto feel great, even though he was some "mongrel" to the competitors at least he could make it to the checkpoint with his team. He smiled to himself at that statement but then also realized what this meant, they were in last. Not really remembering what Kaltag had told him earlier, he was disheartened slightly at a poor showing. Everyone around him was asleep as the fire crackled and sparked into the dark night air before him.
Unable to sleep Balto rose from his position and walked over to the woodpile where the sky was clear of trees surrounding it. He sat down and looked up at the bright, nearly full moon staring back at him surrounded by the billions of stars around it. He loved to look at the moon, maybe it was the wolf in him, but it always soothed his mind and put his worries to ease.
Back at the fire, Kaltag noticed an empty spot when he awoke suddenly due to an itch that he quickly took care of. He accounted for each of the team members, missing a specific wolf dog. He looked up to the paw prints trailing away and followed them after rising and shaking himself off, ridding his fur of any snow.
Balto heard pawfalls behind him and looked back to see Kaltag approaching him.
"Everything ok Balto?" Kaltag asked.
"Yeah, just clearing my head a bit" he responded.
"No need to worry, I'm sure we'll totally dominate the second half tomorrow!" Kaltag stated excitedly, looking up at the moon with Balto.
As the small breeze blew through the Alaskan night, a certain scent caught Balto's incredibly keen nose. Where had he smelled that before? His mind drifted back to the night with Steele, it smelled oddly like the arousal that permeated the boiler room that night!
Balto snuck a look down towards Kaltag's lower portion of his body, his eyes were greeted with a flash of brilliant red that was penetrating the soft yellow tan of the underbelly of the Chinook.
The red tip that was poking out into the world caught his gaze, his mouth drooling slightly, he made sure to keep it from dribbling out of his maw, but the tip of the red rocket staring back at him was hard to keep from staring at.
Kaltag looked to his left, sensing Balto's stare and followed it down to his crotch, greeted with the sight of his red beauty staring back at him. He backed away, trying to hide it with his ears flattening.
"I'm so sorry Balto, I was having a really good dream, and by good I mean... good" he emphasized with a blush so strong it tinged his fur ever so slightly.
"Huh? Oh its fine Kaltag, but you're already slightly aroused, it's gonna take a while for that to go away you know" Balto stated.
"I'll be fine, it will go away... eventually" he responded with a smile.
"No teammate of mine is going to be all horny and frustrated unable to get some sleep" Balto said, licking his lips slightly at the thought.
"What are you saying?" Kaltag asked.
"Well, what if I helped you out with that problem?" Balto whispered into his ear lustfully.
"How could you help me?" Kaltag asked, not exactly getting where Balto was going with this.
"I can take care of that for you, ya know" Balto exclaimed.
"Balto! That would be the strangest, the weirdest, the most awkward the... mmmm" Kaltag tried to get out before he was cut with a long moan.
An eager pink tongue had ventured down to the quite full sack of the Chinook and needy member, as Balto reached his maw down and began to lick at the head of Kaltag's member, until after a few gentle licks the tool began to show itself further. Balto wrapped his warm lips around the ever so slowly erecting maleness of the tan canine, allowing the growing organ to expand in his warm muzzle thanks to his dutiful sucks and licks at the tip of the rod.
"Oh man..." Kaltag moaned out, causing Balto to smirk at the reaction of Kaltag who spread his legs to allow Balto more access. Kaltag liked females didn't he? He did think Balto was good looking though and a feeling of this magnitude wasn't worth arguing with.
Soon the full eight inches of Kaltag's pride was exposed, at least three quarters of it occupying the warm, moist confines of Balto's eager muzzle and throat. Kaltag's arousal filled the air and Balto's nostrils as he breathed in the musky aroma through them. Balto suckled and massaged the base of the throbbing shaft with his broad and soft tongue, the gentle pink flesh pleasuring nearly every inch of the bright red flesh meeting it.
Kaltag couldn't help but stand up from the blast of pleasure that shot through him, his throbbing bone so erect it was actually standing straight up touching his belly. Balto leaned over Kaltag's back and took the needy member into his maw again, tasting a pungent flavor now, Kaltag having begun to leak pre into Balto's muzzle. Allowing the flavorful fluid to sit on his taste buds for a while before gulping it down hungrily.
Balto was unable to keep the copious amount of both his drool and the presexual fluids of the canine beneath him in his muzzle after a time, the combined liquids leaking out slightly, dripping onto the snow below, melting it down into a small puddle of slush beneath the pair of warm bodies. Balto had a paw draped over Kaltag's tail base for support to keep him upright as he continued to suckle and milk Kaltag for more of his flavorful pre.
Kaltag's eyes were closed and he lifted a paw with a silly grin plastered to his muzzle from the sheer ecstasy of the moment, unable to do anything but squirm under the deliciously warm muzzle of his lead dog. The scent, flavor, and the sheer naughtiness of the situation was too much for Balto's own member to stay inside of the fuzzy confines of his sheath. It erected and snaked it's way outward until it was totally at full eight inch mast as he continued his oral onslaught.
Kaltag's knot had inflated a while ago, Balto's joining it in the cool air beneath him, dripping warm hybrid pre to the snow below, melting it until it reached the ground in a small pool.
Kaltag's overfilled and needy balls could hold onto their burden no longer with a warm muzzle suckling his tool for all they contained.
"Balto... I think..." Kaltag stammered out.
Balto knowing precisely what the Chinook was trying to say, he upped the force and speed of his head bobbing and suckling, the warm drool and pre mixture coating each and every inch of Kaltag's cock, all the way past the knot and onto the light tan fur covering his balls. Said pair rose up and hugged close to his body as they exploded their burden into the awaiting maw of Balto. Kaltag gasped as his cock jumped slightly inside of Balto's maw as the first shot of thick, creamy seed hit the back of Balto's throat, causing him to gag slightly.
Balto quickly relaxed his throat and sealed his lips around the tip of Kaltag's member to keep the explosive shots sealed inside. Kaltag's pup makers gave Balto all they had as shot after rich creamy shot flowed into Balto's maw, getting a good taste of the essence of the Chinook, before heading down into his stomach as he gulped it down. Kaltag rode out his orgasm in pleasure packed waves until finally the stream died down to a trickle and Balto's tongue flicked the last drop from the head of Kaltag's maleness, sending it down to join the rest of his essence resting in his stomach.
"Wow, that was the most exhilarating, the most arousing, the sexiest!" Kaltag panted.
"Glad I could help you!" Balto chuckled, releasing the member of his friend, licking his lips from the still very present flavor on his taste buds. No wonder it looked like Steele had such a good time gulping it down.
"Wow, thanks Balto... maybe I could return the favor sometime" Kaltag panted out, still in disbelief how great the session had been.
"I'll keep that in mind" Balto said with a smile as he watched Kaltag return to his spot in the snow, fully satisfied after bidding him a goodnight.
Balto looked down to his own leaking and needy member, laying down and with Kaltag's taste still present on his taste buds, began to take care of his own needs so he could have a goodnight's rest.
By the time morning rolled around, Balto awoke feeling super refreshed as he yawned and looked at the smoldering remains of the fire in front of him. Breakfast was sitting beside him in a dish, which he quickly ate being quite hungry this morning. He looked around, seeing the rest his team waking up and stretching, but the first team was already suited up and waiting to get let out.
"They finished way ahead of us, but they also ran harder than we did yesterday" Bruno said, seeing Balto's gaze.
"Wow, I haven't slept that good in a while!" Kaltag exclaimed as he rose with a stretch, causing Balto to smile slightly.
The first team filled the air with barking and they were off.
"10 minutes for you, 25 minutes for you" the time keeper told both John and another musher, 25 minutes behind. Could they make up that ground?
The 25 minutes seemed to drag on, especially when the second team leaving before them, unable to leave Balto was getting jittery. Finally the one minute warning rolled around and the team got into position. Balto was eager to get going and make up ground but he remembered pace himself and then go all out last miles.
"Go!"
With that the team flew from the starting position and were off into the wilderness, headed towards home and hopefully a victory.
The hours passed slowly and delicately, the tracks of the teams ahead of them seeming to grow slightly older as time progressed, but the travelling was nice and smooth for them. The miles being covered, but Balto felt like they weren't going hardly anywhere, he was still full of energy... wait! That's why they had taken it so easy, he still felt great and ready to run.
"Guys, we're bringing home a victory" Balto said back to the team.
"Oh yeah we are!" Nikki responded.
"No doubt!" Cliff said.
At the yellow tape marking the halfway point, John gave the signal to pick it up. Balto looked back to his team... his team. Nobody else's and one that he wouldn't trade for the world.
"Let's do this guys" Balto exclaimed and pumped up the pace, his teammates following suit.
The tracks they followed got fresher and fresher until finally a small speck could be seen on the horizon. The team kept pace and the much more fatigued team in front of them came into range, 100 yards, 50, 10.
"On by! Gee!" John sang out signaling the team to pass by the one in front of them, Balto turning to the right of the back of the sled in front of them and ran up beside them, all of the dogs looking stunned to see none other than the hybrid they had been making fun of passing them by. A few minutes later they were out of sight and the now the first place tracks seemed to get fresher as time passed.
Balto looked up to the horizon and saw the speck of a team in front of him, the leaders! Balto smiled until all of a sudden a huge blast startled him. He looked up ahead and saw a vivid red marker flying high above the head of the team ahead of him. The three mile marker! They only had three miles left!
"Guys... we got this... give it all you got... for three more miles!" Balto panted out.
The team picked up the pace, pumping their legs furiously through the snow as they did indeed give all that they had with encouragements flying from Balto, John, and the entire team.
The color of the musher's clothing in front of them was legible.
"BAM!" Two mile marker.
Balto and the team could hear the panting and barking of the dogs in front of them.
"BAM!" One mile marker.
Nome was in sight, Balto looked over to the old trawler on the coastline and could swear he saw three white specks cheering him on from the bow of the ship. Balto looked over to his right and saw the musher of the team ahead of them looking back at him. They got closer and closer to the lead dog before with only 500 yards left Balto was eye to eye with the large brown husky who had growled at him the first night at lead position for the first team.
The two dogs stared each other down before turning their heads straight ahead. A noise began to emit from the small town, a roar of some sort. It was cheering! A few children had come through shouting "Balto and the team are coming!" causing the crowd to cheer them on. The dogs entered the town road with the other team right beside them, making the turn down the road. The cheering was close to deafening to the sensitive dog ears now and Balto was grinning from ear to ear watching the crowd sail by on each side.
"This is all for us guys, one more push, c'mon!" Balto sang out, putting every last bit of steam he had into the final straight away.
Soon the brown husky disappeared from view of Balto, but that wasn't his main concern. The only thing on his mind was the finish line and he closed his eyes. Just pumping his legs as hard as he could until when he opened them again, they were crossing the finish line! The team slowed and panted hard, Balto looked back just to see the other team 50 yards back, finishing a full 20 seconds after Nome's after the blistering speed the team put forth.
The crowd was cheering and everyone came forward to see the dogs including Balto. Balto caught sight of the brown husky through the crowd, who just nodded a "nice work" to him, knowing they got scorched by a truly better team.
"We're going to the Derby!" Bruno sang out through the cheers.
Later that night, snow had begun to fall quite heavily as a storm system moved over Nome coating the older powder with a fresh new layer. In the boiler room, Kaltag and Balto were chatting with some other dogs including Sylvie and Dixie about the win. The dogs were all in high spirits, celebrating until quite late with most having gone home or fallen asleep.
Balto and Kaltag left together, walking through the town slowly, a meaningful silence as they both relished their friendship and victory, making their way to John's home where the rest of the team lay asleep. Kaltag stopped by the open storage shed with a bag of dog food and John's lucky horseshoe nailed to it. The snow having stopped falling while they were walking.
"Balto, hang on just a second" he said.
"Sure, what's up?" Balto replied as he stopped and looked at Kaltag.
"I gotta say the past few days have been amazing and getting to know you has been great. You're the most intelligent, the most amazing, the most handsome!" Kaltag said.
"Thanks buddy, it's been the best experience I've ever been a part of!" Balto replied happily.
"You remember that favor I promised you last night?" Kaltag asked, a bit of lust coating his voice.
"Yes I do" Balto nodded.
"How about I repay that right now?" Kaltag asked, coming close to Balto rolling his eyebrow fur.
"Actually, that would be great" Balto agreed, spreading his legs to allow Kaltag some access to his nethers.
"Oh, I don't mean that... I want to be mounted by the hero of Nome" Kaltag said, turning around showing off his fine and perky rump to Balto.
"Are you sure?" Balto asked, a bit shocked Kaltag wanted to take it this far but still aroused the thought.
"Oh yeah, come and get it stud" Kaltag exclaimed lustfull staring back at the hybrid, motioning Balto forward.
Balto moving slowly forward, saw Kaltag's tight pink orifice as the Chinook lifted his tail to the side for the approaching sire. Balto remembered how good Steele had made him feel, time to spread the love.
"What are you doooooooing?" Kaltag gasped out as a warm tongue passed over his tight anal ring.
Balto smiled and waited for Kaltag to come down from the initial high of the first lick, he saw the ring of muscle gently relax and Balto reached forward and dove his tongue inside the relaxed opening. His eager and moist appendage began to massage and pleasure each and every inch of Kaltag's anal passage as the long tongue descended further and further.
Kaltag on the other hand was in 7th heaven, wiggling his hips and enjoying the feeling of the moist invader as it reached places inside of him he never knew he had. However, when Balto's lips pressed against the fur of his backside and his tongue dove in as far as it could muster, it nailed a spot in Kaltag that seemed to send a tidal wave of pleasure and tingly ecstasy through his lower region.
Kaltag's member knew this was a time to not be concealed and pretty soon it began to grow beneath the tan Chinook slowly. Balto meanwhile was trying his best to drool and salivate to lubricate Kaltag's backside, the thought of mounting such a fine stud was already causing his own wolfhood to say hello to the cold air of the moonlit night.
After a few more moments, Balto seeing Kaltag fully erect he knew it was time, never believing his first mount would've ever been a male, much less Kaltag. He reached down and licked the fuzzy orbs dangling behind the red rocket sported by Kaltag while he finished hardening, a drop of pre emerging from the head of his tool.
Kaltag moaned and squirmed under all of the wonderful tongue sensations of his leader behind him, driving him wild with a new found pleasure sensation collapsing all into his sack like a ton of sexual bricks. Balto backed away and hiked his back legs up lifting his front half off the snow covered ground. Each of his front legs straddled the back hips of the tan canine before latching onto thighs for a bit of grapple as he rested his weight onto Kaltag's backside.
Using Kaltag's hips to hold onto and his own back legs, Balto lifted his own wolfy goodness up towards the saliva drenched orifice of his partner. He lifted up a bit higher until he felt his member touch Kaltag's backside fur, his drop of pre matting it where it touched slightly. He moved and wiggled until he finally felt his prize, a warm velvety entrance just waiting to welcome his member into its confines.
Balto thrust his hips forward, the tip of his maleness spreading Kaltag's backend slowly but easily as Balto buried his bone. The warmth and incredible clenching drove Balto mad with lust during his push, adding sweet resistance to the mixture of the wet anal tunnel. Kaltag gasped out as he was penetrated for the first time, feeling nothing but pain. Balto could see Kaltag's discomfort and slowed his pace until finally he was fully hilted into him. Balto couldn't help but wiggle his hips slightly, seeming to stir the insides of the tan canine beneath him.
As the member invading his backside began to move slightly, it began to tickle Kaltag's pleasure spot again as Balto nailed his prostate. Balto grinned as he watched Kaltag's expression turn to that of surprised pleasure from the once pained look he sported. A droplet of milky white pre escaped the red rocket dangling beneath Kaltag until it eventually fell victim to gravity and fell to the snow beneath him.
Balto enjoyed the feeling of the instinctive clenching of the tan canine's insides beneath him as they tried to rid themselves of the unexpected invader by spasming and clenching around his erection. Balto pulled out of the tight and seemingly milking orifice before he thrust back in slightly, the force of the thrust sending Kaltag forward slightly and shooting out another drop of pre onto the snow covered ground below.
Balto could feel the walls of Kaltag picking up pace with their clenching and spamsing as he increased his own pace, going from a few gentle thrusts to a more vivid set. His hips colliding with Kaltag's at each hilt, with each of their needy sacks colliding gently and nestling up next to one another. Balto's knot quickly formed, preventing him any further entry, leaving smaller, almost grinding like thrusts into Kaltag.
Kaltag's knot on the other hand was also at full glory, the pleasure was roaring through the lower half of his body like a wolf dog avalanche of sheer delight. Both canines had their eyes closed, Kaltag with the same silly grin as before and Balto a lust filled expression.
Balto taking hold of Kaltag's hips, his instincts kicked in and he began to thrust firmly into the backside of Kaltag, the thrusts so forceful Kaltag's tongue was dangling outside of his mouth with some drool flopping out. With a final grip onto the hips of his tan teammate, Balto heaved his own hips forward, his knot meeting a tight ring of resistance that slowly began to spread for his large organ.
Kaltag's sphincter parted slowly but easily for Balto, and just when he thought he could take no more spreading, "POP!" sounded out as his sphincter sealed comfortably around the base of Balto's maleness as they tied. The sudden full feeling and beating his prostate took was too much for Kaltag and sent him tumbling over the edge in explosive climax. His seed began to spray out of his member massive shots, coating the ground beneath him in his sticky essence.
As Kaltag rode out the greatest orgasm of his life, spraying the products all over the snow beneath him, Balto's thrusting had ceased and he relished the feeling of the intense milking like actions of Kaltag's rectum during orgasm. Not even having to move, Balto was brought to climax as he arched his back. His own pup makers unloaded their load deep into the warm bowels of Kaltag, coating them is his pungent wolf dog seed.
Together the two spent the next minute relishing in the feeling of not only their own orgasm but the feeling their partner's climax brought as well to them. To Balto a tight, velvety milking and a warmth like he'd never felt before spreading inside of him for Kaltag. Finally, both panting their orgasms gently floated down, settling them into a beautiful afterglow.
"That was the best, the greatest, the most intense" Balto stuttered out.
"Thing ever" Kaltag finished.
Balto climbed up and over Kaltag's backside, lifting a back leg up. Kaltag also lifted a leg up to help him along.
Balto and Kaltag sat rump to rump for a while, relishing and basking in their post sexual afterglow until eventually Balto pulled out with a wet sounding shlurp after a bit of deflation. The two, knowing good and well they couldn't sleep in their houses the way they smelled settled down in the storage shed, curled up together sharing body heat to ward away the cold of the night. Too tired to do anything else, they knew all too well that this would be something they will never forget.
(All art was done by the incredibly talented